Cambrian Poems - Poems about Cambrian

...Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). neverth......

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...Alright, for eons, you’ve got your Hadean, Archean, Proterzoic, and Phanerozic… Wait, what? Come on, man, keep up! Okay, wait, Hadean? Can you spell that? Get with it, man, H-a-d-e-a-n ......

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...In towns where Basic fantasy makes a frown Nature has turned Completely upside down. And day tours emigrate to the Cambrian shore Onboard, the rivers boats from Windermere moving between hills ......

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...The land of my Fathers is where I belong, Its valleys and hillsides all bursting with song. The tale of 'Myfanwy' is often retold And grown men shed tears as the sad facts unfold. This haunting r......

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...The rushing rivers falling fast With fury born on high, Cut deeply into ages past Where fossil forests lie. Their life and death transformed to stone Yet titan trees are proud To lie tog......

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...Coral life forms in copious swarms feast in the Cambrian chyme, dividing their cells and forming their shells to end on the seafloor as lime. Tectonic churning and magma upturning renders marble......

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... Wind whispers through fingers of ebony black pinions Head cocked to watch me as he drifts past my eyes Apprising and appraising My place in his dominion Head cocked to watch me As he effo......

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...You have walked with me through shadows of life, And eased my heart through times of pain and strife. O goddess of love and beauty I pray The dearest Lady of the cauldron’s lake Let your loving grace......

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...The rushing rivers falling fast With fury born on high, Cut deeply into ages past Where fossil forests lie, Their life and death transformed to stone Yet titan trees are proud To lie to......

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...In flames she rises from the spray, she's wove in waves and breeze. Rhiannon echoes o'er the bay, a lullaby to ease the pains in ancient grief's sorrows. She gently moves the wake and mountains......

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