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I Have A Pet Dinosaur
by Acrich, Marc
by Shaw, Kevin
Moon Girl And Devil Dinosaur
by Lee Sr., James Edward
Will it be dinosaur foot tickling or chucking beetroot around then
by Chanan, Taoi
by Asuncion, Bernard F.
The Constant Dinosaur
by Mahoney, Donal
Dora my dinosaur
by Duggan, Vera
by U.D Palawon , Sunita
My Pet Dinosaur
by Petersen Potter, Dorian
by TheKidster, Billy
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It has been 9 months since your sudden disappearance.
That Hallowed night when your 5’11” nerd aura
Handed me my early birthday gift
A cold shoulder wrapped in a velvet bow
Made in Sri Lanka, sold exclusively at the Dollar Store
That was your appraised value.
But, today, revival’s whisper enters my gently waxed earlobes.
Candy coated revelations
For my allergic blood
“I said yes!”, as she flashed Cracker Jack ring
Filled with Monopoly dollar signs and “Go directly to Jail” Chance cards
I almost applauded, my hands sarcastically never connected
While my eyeballs rolled in epileptic banter
We scream in misguided nerd joy
As if we witnessed Monty Python & Darth Vader having a make-out session
Sudden urges to watch movies about Traveling Pants & Sisterhood
And PSing my I Love You
While we eat Dark Chocolate Klondike bars and Chipwich Ice Cream Cookies
My ovaries were bursting with INSANITY’S JOY!
But, WAIT, I quickly realized I didn’t have such parts!
It was then, reality crashed
As if Spider Man ran out of web during mid-air leap
My essence now halts at crossroads’ throat.
To my left, “celebration”
To my right, “other”
I chose to be a human this night.
Current time- 9:15pm
Current location- Reception Hall
A 5 course meal,
Including dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets
Smiley face French fries
And 3 glasses of Tang
Surrounded my space on the dinner table
Heavenly echoes of forks & glass,
Ringing in ignorant unison,
Give birth to Tinnitus in my drums
In their 9 months of togetherness,
They kiss with forcible ease,
Frogs refusing to show their true form
It is then, ignoring listless stares from guests,
I stood up holding my half-empty Tang glass
Which MIGHT have contained a smidge of Grey Goose
At the TOP of my LUNGS,
“Friend, I should be so proud of you. I would. I could.
You never responded to my open-hearted palm.
You left my vulnerabilities dangling at half-mast, as if I lost our final game of Hang Man.
But, TONIGHT, it is I & this delicious Dinosaur nugget that will HAVE a final say!
You are impeccably flawed, like I. But, I still wanted you to be a part of my tomorrows.
Yet, you turned me into a muted yesterday.
So, I will wish congratulations on your new slav…um, husband,
Pouring this glass of yummy Tang onto this stapled dance floor in a straight line
Each drop will be a symbol of how many tears he will shed, before that line is crossed.”
As silence slapped each other in its face
Across candle flame blanketed, marble dance hall,
With children pointing & laughing hysterically,
“Security” enters the room
As I hold hands with Cuban female rent-a-cop, her head warming my shoulder,
“Thank you for these 9 months. For now, I have given birth to a new me.
The Best Man that you will never hold again.”
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013
I close my weary eyes
I quake and tremble
The meaning of life losing its hold,
Losing its wonder
In this magnifying, mystifying Sadness
Where is the river,
Where is the ocean
To drown these sorrows...
The dry formations in this barren land stay tall,
Pools holding life drying in the dinosaur wasteland
I am bones...
I am bones sinking in the waterless chalk
I keep these eyes shut
To hide inside my meditations
My ears have grown accustomed to the silence,
And sensitive to the drops of tears
They dry too quickly,
For the sun is against the moisture
And all for the fossilization of my soul
Where is the river?
Where is the ocean...
I do not ask with hope-
I am too ancient to beg for miracles
To dream, yet, too long I have slept
I ask on account of who I once was,
A land so lush and plentiful
See now only the dryest thrive
I am bones on the brink of history...
The elements have claimed me
Life will return elsewhere
I am become by the rock and the sun
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
You hard-wired me awake,
pointed your Badmotorfinger at a softened lock—
I mind-cut through rusted steel
unlike motors that run on crucifix pitch
and exhumations of dinosaur bones
Seattle was the garden of sound:
a down-tuned spark
for a daydream nation
trying to outshine the blisters
of forests that burned at both ends
Anthems for an alienated youth
who no longer saw God
in the preacher's cataracts,
didn't nibble on dangled, plastic fruit,
and melted full metal jackets
into foggy distortion pedals
We outlived Kurt, whose blue still remains
in bleached mud beneath evergreens
And after it all (in all),
you crept back into the rusty cage
you'd warned us about in four octaves
I'm gonna walk the river down to muddy waters
where its rust begins to stain the shore—
follow its reflections like a pack of wolves
May 18th, 2017
"When the forest burns along the road
Like God's eyes in my headlights
When the dogs are looking for their bones
And it's raining ice picks on your steel shore
I'm gonna break I'm gonna break my—
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run"
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,
BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Chris Cornell, July 20th, 1964 - May 17th, 2017
Rest And Rust (your metallic blues) In Peace
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2017
(Submitted to Heather's Famous Couples/Duos contest. I hope you all like!) :)
“Save me, Mario & Luigi!”
As they both read the Princess’ distress call,
Written in dark cherry lipstick on his walls
“Mama-Mia, I just painted this damn thing”, Luigi whined.
They ride off into smiling clouds’ horizon
Knocking out hopeless Goombas & misunderstood Turtle shells
Rapidly exhaled hustles over flagpoles and grassy valleys
To see who will capture her 1st kiss...and NOTHING MORE
Towards that immense castle in the sky,
They climbed against its walls like two dogs in heat for the 1st time
Into un-screened window archways, they dive in
Their eyes stare threateningly against the Dinosaur-Lizard cross-breed reject
Mario & Luigi begin dropping mushrooms to see stars and taste invincibility.
But, like this battle, it only lasted 10 seconds!
For out from the Onyx darkness, a new hero emerged
Green, not with envy, but of Greek god magnificence
And a strut that would make a pole dancer jealous
He struck down with such brute force, tearing down the gates of Heaven & Hell
Jesus & Lucifer were pissed
It was Yoshi the dinosaur!
With one fell swoop & a high pitched Braveheart-style cry,
He starts dropping eggs like he’s been ovulating for days
Tossing them with such focus & epic awesomeness against his enemies
Knocking them down one by one
He gracefully sweeps up the Princess, staring down towards his enemies
In a condescendingly lifted face, places an old-school Boombox on the ground
With loud decibels of MJ’s “Don’t stop ‘til you get enough!”,
Yoshi pulls out & drops the mic, embracing gravity’s last word
The Princess devilishly smiles at her new green hero and rides him into the sunset.
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013
Floating in the sky...
Changing patterns fill my eye...
What will you become?
Vagabond and wanderer...
Riding wind so high,
No matter where it blows.
You thumb your way to places
I have been and some I'll never know.
Changing shape and color,
Hiding your identity,
Until you speak with beauty and power.
First, a turtle, moving slowly.
Crawling and paddling in peaceful grace.
Next, a shark swimming swiftly
Consuming those around you.
Finally a dinosaur...
Your neck and tail extended
So I will know your name...
Forgetting you're a cloud.
Vagabond and wanderer...
Just vapor in the air, traveling everywhere.
So soft and sweet...
Then dirty and dark...you loudly speak.
Rain, thunder and lightening are your friends.
It's pleasant when your anger ends,
And rainbows arch to show me where you've been.
At night, your shadow hides the stars
And makes us wander where they are.
You choose to show selected few
The moon and stars...romantic you.
Sunrise...you meet the sun with colors of the day.
A canvas. A pleasant palette
Where light can play.
Sunset...you form a beautiful pillow
To gently catch the sun.
So rays may rest til morrow come.
Vagabond and wanderer...
Tomorrow let me see your face,
Another chance ...
To watch you dance...
Until you catch a ride...
Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2013
Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
you plunder through life taking no prisoners,
with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground.
You are a dying breed born of privilege and tenacious greed,
tendering little in life other than your selfish need.
What is it you seek in life other than your very personal comfort?
You never give a sideways glance to anyone with no chance of adding to your
circumstance; narrow minded cruelty subsidies the shutdown of any
tenderness, allowing emotional banalities to supersede integrity.
Your karmic debt is too cancerous to be free -
a lover of women among inept men,
but piteous fodder for contempt among strong women.
Neanderthal, you tossed love off the tongue like spit flung and stung my cheek with
runny dung....in disgust I turn away at your insipid attempt at manhood.
So many conquests, so little time.
The pittance you gave is but a trail of unwitting shame,
littered like Gretel's bread crumbs into a wilderness of pain...
How sad you thought such a pittance could buy my soul.
I am no longer a member of your colonial servitude,
and you are an inept fossil long past its prime.
From this moment, Narcissistic Neanderthal,
I am free.
Copyright © Anna Lee Stedman | Year Posted 2012
I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way
I remember When we helped Eeyore
Find his way home from the Sea shore
Everything was good
In the Hundred Acre Woods
I remember Curious George
I had to chase him a hundred miles
As soon as my mother kissed me good night
We went around the world
But we made it home
Two minutes before sunlight
And everything was alright
And Sammy the Seal would let me get on his back
And ride for a million miles
We exchanged halcyon smiles
And I remember the monster
Who brought fear to the hundred acre woods
Scarier than the Heffalump
Scarier than the thing with the Black eyes
He was pure evil in disguise
He told lies
Filled with evil and guile
Christopher Robin called him a Pedofofile
It tried to seduce me
Ten minutes after my mother introduced me
I remember that ice cold June
When Mama said “We’re getting married soon"
And Disney left the room
I remember when
And Hugh Hefner moved in
And H.A. Ray moved away
And Dr. Seuss and Syd Hoff
Took the Summer off
I remember seeing the door knob turn
The Pedofofile kneeled on one knee
Said he had a story he wanted to read to me
And he brought pornos to my bed
Mother Goose turned her head
Christopher Robin Fled
Curious George hid under the bed
And the hundred acre woods were
filled with dread
I remember us all gathering around
The meeting in Hundred acre woods
Christopher Robin said if I
Opened up the pornofo graphic
I could be banned for good
I asked him what’s a Pornofographic magazine
He didn't know exactly what to say
But saidt they were ten times worse
Than any blustery day
But i was curious like Curious George
I was curious like Curious George
I opened the Pornofographic magazine
I remember the woman
I saw more of her insides than a doctor
I remember the dog on top of her
But I can’t tell you what they did
And i cried out for Winnie the Pooh
I just wanted to be a kid
I remember the last time
I saw Christopher Robin
Tears rolled down his chin
he asked me why I had to
Let the pedofofile in
And it was a blustery day times ten
And I waved goodbye to Piglet
And Roo to Tigger
And the heffalump too
But Mostly I remember standing closely
To Danny the Dinosaur
He told me he would always love me
But I couldn’t slide down his back anymore
I remember 1974
2011 Dr. Seuss Poet M.e. Michael Ellis..
Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2016
he shows me books on T-Rex. . .
years later. . . watching
Jurassic Park on TV. . .
my two kids and I
games played on a screen
my grandson plays the hunter. . .
I’m the dinosaur
For SKAT's Dinosaurs Haiku Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie meme.com/me in
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk?
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new
generation which skewer post present parental postulates
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions.
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it,
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize,
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil,
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder,
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx,
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued
prominantly with no recall references to problematic
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
A creature so unlike a dinosaur,
Pallid, weak and frail.
No fossil in the stony flesh of Mother Earth,
Unlike trilobite, leaf or snail.
Worse yet, no one searches for your trace,
Or recognises that you're missing,
They're all wrapped up in studying,
Fornication, fondling and kissing.
No biologist, paleontologist, anthropologist,
Searches for your presence, growing frantic,
To find at least one before the Great Extinction,
The last of the true Romantics.
T'is true they're not searching for you now,
Without rutting their interest is small,
They'll learn one day that the old ways were true,
And again you may hear hopeful calls
Copyright © William Kershaw | Year Posted 2010
You may think me mad for saying this, but I know this to be true for sure.
If we are truly to evolve into a higher specie, money must go the way of the dinosaur.
What should motivate us all is higher morality
and not the pursuit of gain monetarily,
which only serves to cultivate greed ultimately.
Greed then goes on to pursue power eventually,
and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
What's the solution? I don't know my friend truly,
but I believe that People Helping People is the key.
All People Helping People Universally
will be at the heart of our newly evolved spiritual currency.
Copyright © Billy TheKidster | Year Posted 2010
TYRANETTESAURUS ~ LIMERICK
Cute baby tyrannosaurus nette
gobbled bushy tree all curled and wet
shocked mom screamed in vain
trying to explain
her daughter swallowed their poor ole vet
NEW ERA ~ HAIKU
relics of doc’s mashed bonies
crowned with trophies
Contest of PD: Dinosaur-Quest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012
a speck of dust
on the surface of life
that's all we are
that's all we are
though life may cause u strife
that's all u are
that's all u are
a tiny atom on a
that's all we are
that's all we are
a little black dot
on a giant white star
that's all u are
that's all u are
-and as the tide rolls out
u see what u can see..
our sister moon reveals
the bottom of the sea-
-they say there's nothing new
beneath our father sun
you're just a speck of dust
but you're not the only one.......
Copyright © Trevor Houchen | Year Posted 2005
(Dedication: For Paul Callus)
Time and space dance
Sorrow meets cheer
Sync with tact
Joy ever fades
Nothing much remains
Joy even tempts
Offers nothing new
Lament in loss
Not much done
Not much gain
Write in rhymes
Sign a song
Mind the glitch
Write in lines
Reason a poise
Mind the route
End game pulse
Point for point
End game tense
Strain in void
10 Apr 2014
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
One of the most positive writes i have witnessed to date
Was written today and well worth the wait
An awesome Quatrain, by this Devonshire poet
If you have read her past writes, you would certainly know it
What we see in our world now, is what she wants us to see
Dinosaur remains are an example to me
This beautiful planet will gladly reveal
As she shares her histories, our mysteries reveal
If we let her breathe, sigh and flourish
She may be more giving, as we help her re-nourish
And this write will be remembered for its visionary
And her mysteries will be our history
Inspired by " Stunning Revelations from Ancient Maps "
By Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
I remember summers past in the south
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.
Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.
Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people
view as some old silent film.
A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a
Upward we advance as deeper we sink within the
As the poet reflects ink drying
in he pen.
I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.
But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.
As in dust and memories it's been taken with
The road echos of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.
As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
As I walked, one morning, alone, by the sea,
Thinking of nothing but myself and me,
I noticed, above the roar of the ocean,
A splashing, and thrashing, and foaming commotion.
My heart pounded madly, and adrenaline surged,
When a great, scaly beast, from the water emerged.
The creature stood glistening wet in the sun.
I didn't know whether to stand there, or run.
It turned its great head and looked all around.
Its red eyes like beacons, ten feet from the ground.
As it stepped slowly forward, the damp beach sand crunched,
And I wondered if I would be breakfast, or lunch.
Although the sea monster was at least ten-feet tall,
The look in its eyes was not threatening at all.
The creature seemed friendly, and curious too--
Wondering and waiting to see what I 'd do.
At last I remembered what feet were made for,
So I slowly turned, and walked back down the shore.
Now, strange as it seems, the thing followed me home.
It lay down on the porch, and I ran to the phone.
I called up some scientists, and they rolled on the floor,
When I said I'd discovered a live dinosaur.
But, to prove that they know how to play by the book,
They said, "Bring it on in, and we'll take a look."
Well, they probed, and they prodded, and they analyzed.
They studied its throat, its ears, and its eyes.
Then the great men of science, at last, made their call:
"Why, this isn't a dinosaur at all!
Marine iguana is the correct definition--
With a somewhat serious thyroid condition."
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
STORM OF TREES
ripping up roofs
like a doll house, bedroom contents exposed
miles of splintered lumber, stacked against odds
like tears, raining upon the sodden ground
cleanup with a purple dinosaur song
a note’s read
smells like perfume
an old man embraces his broken wife
the smell of Christmas pine, foreign to this
season of death
yet one palm
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
You have asked what I do see
From my Magic Window
If you really want to know
Sit tight here I go.
From my Magic Window
I see the future and the past
Time before creation
And time before man
Where the dinosaur moved
Through the rocky hills
And Eons later their remains
Give me a thrill
Where Adam and Eve
And the apple tree I view
If I could only have been there
I'd have turned the serpent into a stew
How I love Noah's Ark
And the animals on board
Thanks to God we now enjoy
All but the dinosaurs
And what of the caveman
Who in rocky caves resided
Hand prints, pictures, wheel and fire
Have us all excited
There is Roman history, World history
War history and cowboy history
And what of the Indians as for their lands they fought
When the foreigners moved in and left them all distraught
Maybe I'll share
My Magic Window now and then
And if I bore you and you don't come back
That's alright my friend
August 16, 2010
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2010
My research reveals there's an Allosaurus
And a dinosaur called a Zupaysaurus.
As you can readily see,
I have searched from A to Z,
But am yet to find one called a Thesaurus!
Entry for Roy Jerden's "Limericks Clean and Clever" Contest
(10 Nov 2014)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014
This small for his age little boy on his first day of school, with his little dinosaur backpack and new blue jeans and white t shirt. Mama said “Be sure to be careful to not to stain your shirt, especially at lunch cause I know how much you love your ketchup.” He stands with his head towards the ground letting his deep red hair cover his freckled face because he knows a whole new world is at his feet, the first day of many more first days to come for the next 13 years of his school life. He looks out among the many faces in the large, peeling blue paint room and his stomach twists into various size knots. He holds his lunch tray of pizza and milk with shaky hands, almost drops it twice just standing there. The roar of all the students and staff echo off the walls, the security with their walkies and the kids laughing horribly loud make his nerves even more uneasy. He stands slightly slouched and bites on his lower lip, somethings hes done since infancy when he was feeling over whelmed. He doesn't know what to do, or what he is allowed to do. Maybe go out to the play ground and hide in the big yellow tunnel slide or even in a bathroom stale till class started. One side of the cafeteria had larger children, the 5th graders, and the sizes of them decreased as you moved your sight to the right of the room. There was no order to where you had to sit, it was just every grade sort of stayed with each other, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th graders all grouped together, maybe they were afraid to venture out of their safe zones. After 5th grade you go to the bigger school, they call it middle school which is not the scariest cause after that you have high school and everyone says its a nightmare. He looks down at his feet and knows he looks like a fool just standing there for how ever long he has been, which was much to long. He didn't see any of his classmates, maybe there was a special spot just for his grade somewhere that will accept him with open arms . Even if he did he didn't know any of their names and none of them seemed to care for his. They wouldn't play with him at recess or be his partner in gym, nobody even wanted to sit by him at carpet time. They all gave
him the cold shoulder, you could see the sadness on his face every time you had to have a partner for a activity. As if he was about to burst out in heavy tears, his face would get red and he would hold his tummy as if cringing in pain. He is a coward and returns to the class room to eat his now cold food with the teacher and be forever known as the teachers pet, all because the lack of self confidence in that small child in that small moment in time, in the ocean of seats in the room with the peeling paint.
Copyright © Cat Way | Year Posted 2012
The tree that no one can resist/
The father that no one can define/
The one who never had a puncture on a wheelchair of life/
The one who defines all your body parts and create a lingo that suits your hearing/
One who lets you drive through his heart/
Turns his highway of love your best stop/
Drive you through the clouds your thoughts/
Be your Shakespeare in your smiles
Thou art painted in your face carries the moon on my soul/
Thy name flips pages on my face/
Amplify a smile just in case your file in my heart gets damaged on ugly days/
Feelings that never escape your dress-code/
I wish i be the spark my magnet/
The dinosaur breath that exhibits flames of love/
That's the breath of fresh love/
Travelling back and forth in my lungs its the phileo love/ phileo love/
I wish i be a plant growing phileo love/
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
The wood that built the place I see
Came from a forests far away
It's age is hard to guess
But every knot knows life's quest
By the looks of it I'd say
It is pine
Can it trace it's life
Back to creation time
Was it singed by the commet
That once came to land
And was responsible for the end
Of the dinosaur clan?
Did it survive the great flood
While Noah and the animals patiently bobbed along
And Finally came to earth
With a Hallulia song
Or was it a seed that traveled along
As the ice age swept the land
And managed to plant itself
On a very distant plain
For centuries it did survive
It's young gathered round
Until that fatel day
A man with a saw, hapt to pass it's way
It's life as it had known it
Was never more
It'd been turned into a barn
For animals and chores
It's life finally met defeat
And for a century or so
Was once again subject to
The winds, the rain, the snow
When I finally found it
It was then I did know
This disheveled structure
Could heal my heart and soul
I bought it and with loving care
With every board I did share
The love and memories of my years
And blessed them all with precious tears
And now we sit and share the years
These boards of pine and me
And know that it was fate itself
That set our souls free
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2010
These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
and I can count on two digits who is in and who is out and in
that sense am quite binary dualistic in my sense of frustration
dichotomous reliant polarised with a shibboleth splitting my virtue
The internet does not work yet again in that world class City
of Jozy and my stream of consciousness leads me to moving
out of my skin in resentful anger or just back to Europe or any
other place where the grass is greener in any unrestricted case
where its so green it shines purple psychedelic so to speak
in my escapist boiling dreams desires fantasies of…what I ask
Of course Aldous Huxley pertained his vision of brave and new to more important
matters than not knowing how to survive when my internet fails
he spoke of tramps and homeless and drew a connection from
hegemony of the rich and the hunger and freezing exclusion of…
Well half the globe’s population I suppose on less than two feral
not federal dollars a day in sweat shops and war zones breaking
old bricks and their backs sowing designer footballs and branded
clothing and are branded by the lottery of their birth and demise
And my net still does not work I am a dinosaur almost extinct cannot fix it
and am privileged to operate if not quite app-arate yet somehow
In a state of aberrant abnormal dysfunctional dis-longing conformed
into dependence when my poetry cannot for a moment reach that
global community most of which has better more vital needs than
to read my unease with connections with the ephemeral ether
Huxley spoke of classes of people designed for their purpose in
laboratory’s breeding grounds no chips on their shoulders and
maybe some chips in their brains happily chirping away liberated
from the plights of possessions outsourcing capital to the haves
Apartheid comes to mind ‘Lebensraum’ and marginalisation of
class racial distinction gender sexual orientation and of how
much we are steered by a modernity serving the few with
knowledge and power sharing lip service a fig leaf attached
to the curtains of wealth from the outside of dens in disguise
of pseudo equality with the opium freely flowing for the masses
Eureka and I almost shouted Ikea as I am caught up while slurping
my Coke drink in subconscious consumption but the internet works now
I am connected with the world again or with the illusion of what
it might be deluded and rationalised up to the gills in my immanent
problem of luxury and the desire to write a letter with ink on paper
and send it with a pretty stamp not fragmented and not so virtually
If I can find the strength to be honest and there is no honesty app so far
other than my mind my frustration of being cut off from the world has
possibly much more to do with what is happening when I trod off the
treacherous path of self righteousness and take a short stroll into the
township nearby and open my eyes and not that google window
Thanks to the internet or rather its loss I can see much clearer for now
31st October 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
I just saw an eagle
Soar across the plain
And a dozen sea gulls
My daughters roof do claim
The wind is blowing fiercely
But the cloud above Casper Peak
Moves ever so slowly
Like a cat as it does creep
The jagged rocks piled high
Atop the pasture ridge
Speak to me of eons
Since the glacier age
The wind, the rain, the dust, the dirt
Have left scars upon their faces
But to me it matters not
For I am looking for their traces
I dig among the crumbled pile
And on my face I wear a smile
For there I find a rock so old
I can almost feel the cold
A petrified piece of wood
Tells of where a forest stood
But as I look all around
No more pieces can be found
From where did this piece come
If I dig deep will I find bone
I gaze north, south, west and east
As I stand atop this awesome ridge
The dinosaur, the mastodon
Where pterodactyls fly at dawn
Or was it later in the game
When man did live in a cave
If I could only find the place
Where the stone tools they did make
Or maybe even find a wheel
My curiosity to heal
But then that would not be true
I'd have to try and find just who
And up above God just smiles
"Be patient you'll know in a little while"
July 13, 2010
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2010