Maurice Yvonne Poet Narrative

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Dril-Baby-Drill

...and the wind..!
 was, 
electric. 
there was water..!
there was sun..! 
...it was all renewable...
the energy, 
powered, 
sustained, 
life..! 

Fossil liquids burning 
emitting toxins 
that was OUR mistake. 
From the day a human kick started 
wound up the first combustible engine..!

The first spill in any ocean 
should have been our clue. 

It was what cigarettes was to lungs- 
-what alcohol was to brain cells. 

It was a human error, 
a human error so huge 
that like  a mythical dragon 
assumed a life of its own 
consumed the will 
the power 
the limited minds 
of limited men. 

Unlike the giant beast 
veiled as nuclear power 
with its unlimited potential 
that would have wooed the minds 
of the greatest among us, 
oil from its inception 
had the smell of destruction on its breath. 

It would in its own way 
fulfil the prophecy 
the world would end 
with a whimper not a bang.

We saw its horns 
its bright red skin
 its pitch fork 
but we signed up willingly 
...and from that day on 
our eternal souls were damned.


24~10~2014

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Arthur Vaso October 26, 2014 at 10:00 PM I was actually more replying a comment on here, so heres an interesting tidbit, the ONLY country to reduce greenhouse gas emissions to 1994/95 levels as of 2014, has been the USA. The ones who didn't sign the Kyoto agreement Interesting!!!

Arthur Vaso October 26, 2014 at 9:56 PM Oh sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way, more explaining, hard to come across here sometimes in a few short words! You know I love your stuff, I was speaking more to general audience!!!! Cheers mate! and dam if that wasn't a great photo! Maurice Yvonne October 26, 2014 at 10:00 PM You are a great guy Arthur. I did not take it in a bad way. No need to appologize I found your input intelligent and important. Thank You.

Arthur Vaso October 26, 2014 at 9:43 PM Try not using things like ummmm your computer, your car, and oh no heating the house anymore either, we are no where close to doomed, It might be an idea to also run around nude, alot of what we wear uses oil. Like all of nature we use it to be more productive, imagine the advances not made and the deaths caused without it. Great fiction though! Maurice Yvonne October 26, 2014 at 9:52 PM I respect your opinion Arthur. There was no intention to offend. This piece is definetely dramatic and purposely over the top. Thank you for adding to the conversation. I can not argue any point you have made. This is a limited singular outlook that minimises the complexities of this topic. You have my heartfelt appologies.

Liam Mcdaid October 26, 2014 at 9:24 AM really superb pen maurice love how you drew this piece

Richard Lamoureux October 26, 2014 at 7:39 AM The visual of the Exon Valdese in the desert added to the Apocolyptic feel of this piece. Fantastic write Maurice.

Andrea Dietrich October 25, 2014 at 3:26 PM I agree with Verlena down here . This is VERY powerful. WE are indeed doomed. what amazes me is how certain people in my own country take this all so very lightly. I really pity the future generations for what they will have to breathe in just 20 years from now. Maybe less. One thing really stunning in your poem likening this to a devil or dragon with the smell of destruction on its breath. My favorite part.

Verlena S. Walker October 25, 2014 at 12:54 PM Powerful write Maurice enjoyed. (7) Verlena

Sandra Haight October 24, 2014 at 6:43 PM Wow, Maurice...the topic of your poem is one that many think about, but your expressive words really bring it home like an explosion in the mind! Very intense. Sandra

Brenda Meier-Hans October 24, 2014 at 4:28 PM Wow, it's as if that picture was made just for this amazing poem. I am tongue tied after reading this brilliant futuristic yet oh so near doomsday prophesies.

M. L. Kiser October 24, 2014 at 3:55 PM You've summed this up quite nicely, Maurice. We don't seem to understand what damage we're doing until it's too late. Poetry is a true teacher, enlightening all who read her lessons. Thanks for this one; it's a favorite now.

Charmaine Chircop October 24, 2014 at 3:21 PM Many of the disasters in the world both natural and human made,are cause if this oil whixh spills lots of blood on many a hand.So powerful this is,and a much needed poem in these days..

Dan Helppi October 24, 2014 at 3:20 PM I like the picture and the poem. Nice!

Jan Allison October 24, 2014 at 3:10 PM Wow what a powerful write my friend! So much of our everyday life revolves around this liquid - I concur 100% with everything Tim and Cas have said! Hugs as ever Jan xxx

Tim Smith October 24, 2014 at 3:07 PM Excellent my friend...So many things wrong in the world today because of oil....great piece

Casarah Nance October 24, 2014 at 2:40 PM WOW. that was intense. Such a truth in your words and the picture that you have put along with it, digs the soul deeper into the saddness knowing that this beast was created by race, be to better and stronger we have become weaker. Powerful poem my friend!