Best Pleistocene Poems

In the arctic frozen sky of the enchanting land the midnight sun
leans on the horizon briefly in bright summer and again it rises,
I didn’t know when a new day actually would have or had begun.
The frosty sky in winter night burns in flashes of aurora...

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Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking...

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The Poetry Machine

 

                          The phrase is deus ex machina

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The Poetry Machine

 

                          The phrase is deus ex machina

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“And God breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.”
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you are my most beautiful muse
from the Pleistocene to a kiwi
from a storm to the heaven
from the blue age to a gnosis
from a hearing to the naked eyes
I love your pink poetry
caressed by the absolute...

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Perched on the freezing northern high latitude
On the broken floating ice sheets the polar bears move alert
Looking down the holes for bearded seals for meal that may elude
Arctic ice flounders facing the climate change brunt
Ravaged bear habitat makes ground for extinction waiting to start.

Body of...

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Equanimity is like that—                              
great for day by day.
Triceratops comes out to play
among the smilers, scoffing
at...

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CHAPTER 6 b (continued...)


Glowing insects and night-crawlers
Shuffling on the ground below them
Moments later they were sleeping 
Near their hominid companions 
 
In our present day, gorillas
Tend to sleep near to ground level
But their Pleistocene forefathers
Nested higher in the branches 
 
Keeping safe from forest hunters
Sabertooths...

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Hot and wet as heaven pion
Rainfall scattered warm clarion, dropped some their leaves
Referred to evergreen rainforest

Girl starred being black, smiled for dark spots with silver-grey eyes
Kingdom animalia said: “Where is our crown?”
Heavy logging answered

Tilar wana memereng tepining tegil
Sardula, death.....

Bull coexist without competitive
No sanctuary in poverty
Human...

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for Gertrud Widmayer, my landlady at Heidelberg

Why in pensive ticking, silent thoughts
   You wile your time away
When all around huge swelling bells
   Toll the days away!

Every hour that announced may go
   Your silent hands take hold
And though the ages...

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Most laboratory mischievous
was a petri dish birth of the patent soulless
Retrograde thought waves,
cold stream of computer code consciousness
Clone algorithm doppelgänger breathe
into a body of artificial intelligence theory 
Hollow cranial cavity
filled with synthetic mitochondria propagation — 
Grey matter reversal movement,
Neanderthal cortical activity cybernetic

Experimental genome project,
primeval opaque...

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a limning rush of sinister 
     fiery angry flames bent avast
analogous copse, 
     where every limb bough, bore full 

     roaring furnace hot blast
spewing weighty incendiary volcanic 
     magmatic...

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Elusive ephemeral ethereal expansive eye (I) witness timelessness

Analogous to Möbius strip -
measured passage of existence
seems to defy any beginning or end
(unless Artificial Intelligence
supersedes developers smarts 
of computer technology
evincing brain power
designing sophisticated machines 
that enslave their creators)
incorporating figurative 

uber plug n play
genetic material imperceptibly
becoming modified to...

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Let’s make man *****erectus the teacher said.
I did not know what they meant,
thinking it might be an appendage we should not add
As this Legos project was being done as a group project
in a fourth-grade class.
I voiced my concerns.
The teacher looked horrified.
She suggested that I...

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