Some sixty million years back from today,
An asteroid, way lost, hit the Earth hard,
Devastating saurian reign caught un-guard--
Event that in the cosmic past might lay
As blink of tiny yesterday’s shadow
That left poor dinosaurs no chance well worth
But get wiped out with little trace of birth
Whilst it changed humankind’s chequered morrow.
Humans might hail saviour asteroid
That let them a new chapter to borrow
From Fate and dig a gigantic furrow
On future rule, pen a new page from void
And proved to be far poignant pain to Earth,
Come Death Stone, maul the manosaurs in mirth.
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Happenings | 11.04.2004, revised June 2026 | Earth, environment, fate, men, Sonnet
Note: To dinosaurs it happened once. What they could not have done, man has done in devastating Earth (can we call him manosaur?) The asteroid that destroyed dinosaurs I think need to visit close enough to at least scare men out of their mirth. Or let another asteroid have a close encounter with planet Earth. of the Earth, and if it has to go the dinosaurs’ way, it is perhaps good for the Earth.
Things are going more or less
The same way but worse
Brutal wars expand their mess
Still the best is force
Laws of overregulation
Fill the daily news
Stupid collectivization
Limitless absurd abuse
And my little asteroid
I’m afraid has lost its way
Crossing out the empty void
Designed with AI display
Planet Earth expects to feel
The hot asteroid’s kiss
But its place she can’t reveal
AI busy hands changed keys
Asteroid cannot see
Sister Earth seems gone
So it flies beyond the screen
To the great unknown
Love, it’s our job, I knew
It would end like this
And I think you knew it too
Bring me back your kiss…
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
“Let who is without sin,
throw da first stone.”
- dat Jesus Guy
Throughout history
Many eyes have seen
Their own two hands ...
Throw the first stone
Pull the trigger
Thrust the sword
Hang a wigger or Hitler wannabe
Push The button
Swing the axe
Flip the switch
Make Anthrax
Sign the order
Gas the chambers
Scalp a brother
Build the Bomb behind closed doors
Pull the lever, walk the plank
It’s either us or them has always been
and seems a thoughtless worthless endeavor
So, when does it start, the thinking clearly
Instead of just following orders
What changes the mind of madness,
Evil must be destroyed to free ourselves
Does it happen after the bombs drop?
The Book of Doom
Says there is room
For all of us in heaven
If not, there’s plenty room in hell
For everyone who just want to
Keep on following orders
Blindly, without questioning nothing.
A sure-fire way to create an Extinction event
is to just keep on following orders
Who needs asteroids
When all we need is a little love
And a lot of ignorance
His heart would flutter, so in love was he.
She was smart, well-read, and a great beauty
So under the moon, on his bended knee,
He pleaded with her, "Will you marry me?"
The answer, "yes", he was relieved to hear,
Then they both decided the time next year.
"But your diamond takes longer, true, I fear."
He rued the remark that saddened his dear.
"Oh, it will be shipped to you by and by.
'Bout ten years", he said, for he could not lie.
"It's a rare red diamond that I did buy,
And lodged in an asteroid in the sky."
"When the rock flies near to our planet's place,
We will send up a rocket to its face,
So we can dig out the gems from its base,
And you will wear a ring from outer space".
always the object of analyses
universe is what the universe is
from quarks to atoms, planets to galaxies
plus divers cosmic abnormalities
everything caught up in heavenly flow
of where non-stop change forces it to go
no guarantees a passing asteroid
will not explode our world into the void
no guarantee seeds will grow in the soil
no guarantee the great oceans won't boil
no guarantee we will have air to breathe
no guarantee we will have lives to lead
no guarantee we'll have time to reckon
all may end in interstellar second
Sixty-five million years B.C.
No human being around to see
Near total extinction: a catastrophe
Heaven knows when the next one will be
Astronomer Bob, didn't expect to see
Speeding on its lethal trajectory
NASA insist it shall pass safely by
Lowlife reporter exposes that lie
Three days remain to atone for our sin
Many men turn to beer, whisky or gin
Mothers on knees beseeching the sky
Clutching their children they openly cry
Two days remain to face our worst dreads
And ponder the lack of atomic warheads
Some say a couple of well focused hits
Our nemesis shattered to vaporised bits
One day remains to reflect on humanity
Many enact hedonistic insanity
Others pen memoirs hand written at speed
Futile indulgence for no man to read
And lo is the sky ignited ablaze
Searing the vision of man’s final gaze
Impact tremendous but count not the dead
For it simply flattened my grandfather’s shed
Asteroid
You were out of this world
named for the Perseids
the meteor
that exploded in two striking the blue
between the sun and the moon
the massive spark an exclamation mark
that punctuated perfectly my
“hey we’re going to see some awesome...”
fireworks tonight and
a week later
Gravity
led me to you
all arctic and wolfy
all wild and white
a firecracker alright
You were out of this world
a brilliant light in my life for
fourteen years
Graced
after you died
I learned a meteor
had streaked
that very same sky
the same day
my gift from the heavens
the heavens reclaimed
Asteroid 2000-2014
8.13.2020
Composed for Constance La France’s
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest
Scientists predict 2029 will be a very bad year
An asteroid will hit us, seems like the end is near
Better make plans
Maybe move to Uranus
'Cept brochures don't have deals for that year I fear
When an asteroid hits, what will become of us
It's happened before, the effects were enormous
Forget about bathing
Or misbehaving
Nothing will matter especially streptococcus
It's coming to your planet from out there
Sooner if you watch the news channel first
2006 QV89 is alive and well and almost here
It can't wait to kill you on September 10th.
Most likely you could lose an eye or tooth
Not civilization as you know it
Coroners and vehicles line up to size you up
Is it bigger than a bus or truck?
Is it larger than a soccer field in Argentina?
Reporters want to cover asteroids in space
But they are way too busy watching Trump
Hemorrhoids will have to do
If only I watched less news reports
If only I were born on Mars
I'm too young to die by meteors
Like taxes they should be avoided
Can I add rock impacts to my insurance?
Is there life after asteroids?
*Authors note: There is a less than 99% chance of this asteroid hitting Earth. There is a less than .01% chance of it hitting a populated area. 2006 QV89 comes up on a "probability list" so the news media needs some filler so they rattle some cages and torture small animals (That would be us.) Can I buy Fake News insurance?
All the wealth of all the richest men on earth
Would be totally useless no matter their worth
If a large asteroid hits
It won't mean
It's “bye-bye, nice knowing ya” won't need a hearse
gut shopped far and wide
familiar
gravity drew me
MagiCicada13
All the wealth of all the richest men on earth
Would be totally useless no matter their worth
If a large asteroid hit
It won't mean ****
It's “bye-bye, nice knowing ya” no need for a hearse
All the wealth of all the richest men on earth
Would be totally useless no matter their worth
If a large asteroid hits
It won't mean ****
It's “bye-bye, nice knowing ya” no need for a hearse
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