Best Prehistoric Poems
We converse and cavort here upright,
as the stars twinkle brightly tonight.
Then the scent comes on strong,
in the morning. So long!
Hungry Rex is too eager to bite!
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They roamed the earth with supreme distinction
Evolution prior mass extinction
Of giant forms, dominate thy land
Exceptional findings to understand
To recover and discover, fossils of old
To reconstruct, reform the mould
Fine tools to chip, we hammer away
Extracted fossils, in rocks they lay
Science of discovery, working replica
Evidence of skin and that of feather
The Mesozoic era, before catastrophe
Continents found, thy land and sea
Furry mammals, reptiles of the time
Dazzling dinosaurs crawling from the slime
Non-flowering trees, appearing tall
Conifers and mosses, plants of all
The varied forms, at the least complex
The Titanosaurus, Tyrannosaurus rex
The Kronosaurus, beneath thy wave
Seizing for prey, beneath the cave
Born to adapt, hunters of the sky
Beak-like jaws of which to reply
Folded wings, yet stood to train
The great survivors that now remain
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
A steaming forest:
pterodactyls soar,
and tall dinosaurs
eat leaves from high trees
as huge predators
prepare to attack.
describing a picture in a book I remember loving as a child
written 15th March for Joseph's Tableau contest
Stonehenge sang to me.
Singing stone-age ancestors.
They chant in the stars.
Incompetent fool
What do you think I am?
I am not just a simple grain of sand
Among millions of others
I am a grain of sand
That has its own story
I have been here
For thousands of years
I am meant to be acknowledged
I have history
Read my stories
Know my suffering
I have seen
The beginning and the end
What have you seen?
Nothing compared to what I have
So don’t just hold me in your hand
And throw me back down
I am one in many
But I can still scald your soles
There was once a Leatherback Turtle,
Who locals named ‘Mama Mertle’,
She like all her relations was prehistoric,
Still seen today, how euphoric,
She laid many eggs in the sand,
Not in the sea, but on land,
110 per lay, 9 lays’ per season,
And for an obvious reason,
Hundreds of babies,
Some Amies, some Jamies,
Now all hatched, scurried,
Instinctively worried,
How many would make the sea!
First ever prize,
For these tiny guys,
Is reaching the ocean,
With as little commotion,
Inherently feel, should remain alive,
And somehow have to survive!
Predators amidst, like crabs and fish,
And birds swooping for this tasty dish,
But our mother Mertle,
Is an untroubled Turtle,
Swims away, not at all anxious!
Mertle, forgets them, and so tiny,
Defenceless, vulnerable, highly,
Exposed to vicious attack,
Impossible now to go back,
So, far less than a quarter
Ever reach the blue water,
Afraid and on their own,
With no mother, all alone,
Take on the odds of survival,
Their unexpected, sparse arrival,
An absolute joy to their foe!
Temples fall when reason calls,
But who's the one to blame?
Cities crumble, skin can bubble,
But all in who's name?
One to rule us, one to fool us,
One to give false hope.
One to take the life you made, and make it its own.
Not to say that hope can't change the way a person dies;
But it still works its funny quirks on those
Who are alive.
Buildings fall, but duty calls from prehistoric pride;
So follow now the morals vowed,
once upon a time.
One to rule us, one to fool us,
One to give false hope.
One to take the life you made, and make it its own.
The cold would just as soon you didn't make it home
Till spring, when frozen bodies thaw,
Gaunt coyotes bless their stars and drag you off.
The only thing that's stirring in the crystal strath
Is deep beneath
Waiting for:
not yet,
not yet,
not yet...
Life is wily.
Winter can go to hell, says life, let's take a nap.
Next year's wildflowers: numb bullets.
Sleek fat rodents curl in thatch-lined burrows
Peaceful piles of neighbors
Sleep like their young, too deep for dreaming.
Well, lesser beings
May stoop to hibernation.
Noble *****sapiens shun the easy path
Push on with shelter, firewood, the hunt
Push on till half demented, two-thirds blind.
The after-solstice strengthening cold,
Not without some irony
Would just as soon be entertained.
The ageless cold abides
Content to watch you struggle
Till, your lips too blue to shape a single curse
You throw your hat down, seek your simple hearth,
Try again tomorrow.
Never mind the swiftness of the weather
Abrupt and deafening storms that shred your lungs with ice...
Never mind, but then...
When winter's expectant quiet looms a bit too long
It settles in your bones...
Never mind the quiet.
Bring to mind instead, the gentle promise of spring, when grasses –
No. Not yet.
A cold, unearthly howling
splits the silence
keen as shards...
Seems to split your very skull and makes you
Crave the silence back with all you are.
Nothing with a throat, no lung
Could make that sound.
...weather-sculpted ice in deep ravines
...the wind, just so
Blows anthems from beyond to stump your earthly ear
But you know nothing.
It's a sound that overwhelms, you've guessed as much.
And if it leaves you flat too long
The cold would just as soon supply your grave
As wait eleven winters more
And watch another elder making
Breakfast for a bear.
First came Storm Ciara
On Sunday the ninth of February
She caused total havoc throughout the UK
Heavy rain brought serious flooding
Her gales so strong brought buildings tumbling
Whilst on the Isle of Wight
The most southerly tip of England
Gusts of ninety seven miles per hour
Uncovered a fossil upon earth’s core
A Dinosaur footprint from a Therapod
Who had strolled along this beach
one hundred and thirty million years before
Now in the throes of wind and rain
Another storm
Another name
He’s called Storm Dennis
Another menace
And he has just arrived
Brings heavy rain and gale force winds
I truly hope we all survive
his havoc and devastation
But like Storm Ciara he may unearth
never before seen hidden treasure
Showing even storms leave positive gifts
for us all to enjoy and explore at our leisure
Written 15th February 2020
Contest Strand No 680
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Here are the written remains of the spoken rhymes,
on the walls excavated from the soil of the times.
From a previous era of unrecorded history,
without interpretation, they remain a mystery.
An enlightening message remains entombed.
What will we read from this entity exhumed?
Is a warning from past epochs presumed?
Will it describe how the civilization was consumed?
Some papyrus has ink stains that are centuries dried.
Does it describe how these people at least tried
to survive before they inevitably died.
Is it a presumable truth? Perhaps they lied.
PREHISTORIC PALS
Two male dinosaurs asking each other to dance, shake their ass.
From the neo-Van Gough sky and psychedelic grass,
I’d say these two recently did some smokin’.
By the look of those two stiff ‘n’ high vertical tails
They are both “very pleased” to see each other:
Just look at the leer on the guy’s face to the right
And the sexual show of teeth from the left hand fellow.
Right guy is also pointing with dino-forefinger
And saying - hey man I dig YOU. . . I mean YOU, baby !
Right guy has the experienced look of love in his tender eye;
Left guy is a virgin, somewhat surprised by the whole event -
He’s not much of a dancer - you can see he’s duck-toed.
But he’s a fashion buff, check out the sharp spines on his back.
Right guy works out and has the dino-barrel chest;
But left guy is a beer-drinker with a belly to prove it.
Probably both of them came from the San Francisco Bay
Some two hundred million years ago, give or take a day.
before script
stories
before their histories
told in rhyme and verse
so early humans
can remember
as they wander
gathering plants
they eat
stories
seek
inspiration of land
of flora and fauna
of the song in the wind
they’ve come to know
of mating
before love
lives metered
shaping realities
of tribal minds
There are certain times in everyone's life
When we stop and sit there stunned
We meet this sweetie who blows us away
A totally unexpected someone
You find out things you never knew
Bout this person who blows your mind
A quality that's so infectious and sweet
It's head over heels defined
You're over the moon, as high as a kite
You are literally blown away
In love with a creature who's so amazing
They've no equal in any way
Your appetite's gone, your mind is mush
Don't know the time of the day
You're incoherent while talking to people
Can't decipher what you say
So it all comes down to love sweet love
With us for thousands of years
We all revert back to a prehistoric man
When that sweet sweet soul appears
© Jack Ellison 2013
Remember filing cabinets from way back when
Gals would bend down revealing their gems
Now Google's taken over
So calm own there Rover
It's the 21st century, ogling's been condemned
It never ceases to amaze me
The unbelievable structures we see
A testament to
Ancient fellows
How they accomplished such artistry