In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish
Maybe a glowworm or two in
my wake, still, I am onto Kinyeti's peak
as a sad Giant long-legged katydid recasting into a camel to save thy naught, yes thy naught
Though I thought Weddell was
a sea of stars, I was at the end a
Beluga Whale grinding Lulo Rose's diamond
Morrow, morrow, morrow
mermaid promise keeps me going
to the seaside, scary you, scary we
She turned me into a jellyfish.
She put death onto the ghost that heist
me off my kiss, Oh my lips, it is blood
at night, lips in the light, a waterless smile
in the twilight
Semblance Dark, a death oath for a hairy head, a death oath for shaving even one middle-of-the-head hair. Scary ghost, scary clown
Struggling for my stolen heart, stolen heart
hid in the middle of the Cretaceous.
Happiness, for gumiho
O gumiho, stop taking them, I know
thy idea. I offer you Gum, yes O Gum
Tears and tears for the darkness
Sleep and sleep in the glow
It is for the duck of thy dark side, my
dark side, their dark side.
Categories:
cretaceous, abuse, addiction, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
My son draws images
On a scroll-like object
Storyboarding
At the age of five
He is learning that time is linear
When it isn't
He loves his watch
How it lights up
Slowly he is learning
Routine
The phases of the moon
Get your shoes on
We're going to be late
But his little sister doesn't
Know
For her
Everything is happening at the same time
Take me back to the
Cretaceous Period
It must have been
Quieter
Than
My living room
Categories:
cretaceous, hockey, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
RUGOPS
ravenous rugops
roars repeatedly running ~
rhabdodon retreats
STARS
silver specks shimmer
spectacular shining spheres ~
solar system stars
TREKKING
trekking the terrain
through the tranquil trodden trail ~
'tween thorny thistles
Written 22 July 2020
For Let The Pens Flow, Alliteration Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Jenish Somadas
(Rugops - carnivore, Rhabdodon - herbivore
Both dinosaurs from Cretaceous period.)
Categories:
cretaceous, animal, nature, stars,
Form: Alliteration
If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.
Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.
In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.
Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.
Categories:
cretaceous, funny, humor, humorous, mental
Form: Light Verse
She was the first to disappear
Behind the mannequin in "Quirk",
And he, from the cretaceous year
Followed like a Rex in dark.
She swallowed a tranquillizer
And that was showing on her cheeks
pink like a shade of amber, and dear
She was blushing like critics.
It could be any of those,
In this world at the moments
Who carry forward the legacy of prose
Of first daters with comments.
We change rooms every hour;
And in the first we never take a cold shower.
A first date - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
10th Feb, 2018
Categories:
cretaceous, love,
Form: Sonnet
(our own) age of reptiles
I remember
it was mainly in the Cretaceous period
of our own age of reptiles
soon to be doomed
by the great collision
we made plans
and thought about things
and things
and so many nice things to do
but they went extinct too soon
lost and not-to-be found again
some of them, though
are being uncovered
from time to time
by the archaeologists of our back door minds
but the only place for them
is the memory museum
where’s always just dust and silence
as we both secretly know
Categories:
cretaceous, lost love, relationship, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
More
into the darkness we shall find peace;
into our lands so long ago....
we are now above everything else;
as a sermon waits for our presence below
hearing echoes and humming of creatures
so soft and discreet are the animals we love
the cretaceous periods at our door;
Now we must wait for one more
and waiting for us above in the midst of fog
is everything we wanted and more...
beneath all this we shall find ancient ruins
and some basic facts yet to be proven
you and I made it here once before
as we wait at the gate so calm and patient
At once we arrive together
feeling as light as a feather;
With both feet through heavens door;
As we walk in the light together;
Forevermore.
dedicated to my family: Steve, Matt, Patti, Lisa, and Mom
Categories:
cretaceous, adventure,
Form: Sonnet
Triassic, Cretaceous
Vertebrates of old
We, the winged lizards
As fossils have told
Membrane of skin
Legs to forth finger
Soaring on thermals
Gliding of linger
Genius of the sky
Us, winged creations
Master of the clouds
Its our airborne nation
Over green peaked mountains
Rifts and glens
Will the world witness
My ancestors again
Our latter species
Toothless and short tailed
But our incredible wings
Ensured that we sailed
Me the Pterosauros
Pterodactyl to you all
Extinction wiped us
But did we all fall
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
Categories:
cretaceous, nature
Form: Rhyme
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 29, 2008
I had a lot of Beanie Babies
When they were in style
Those little dust collectors
Always made me smile
But there’s a very special one
With whom I’ll never part
Reminding me of when I was young
And dreams sang in my heart
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
I thought I’d search for fossils
Travel to distant lands
Excavating dinosaurs
Is what I’d always planned
But life had other ideas
Or maybe it was me
Why try to reach beyond my grasp
For what can never be?
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
The grownup is in charge now
But sometimes the child escapes
I sit astride his back
Flying over Cretaceous landscapes
And we glide…. we glide
When I see him on my shelf
I feel a little ache
Perhaps burying my dreams
Was a very big mistake
Can I dig them up again?
A paleontologist at last?
But do I really want to
Start sifting through the past?
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
And we glide, we glide....
This is actually a song
Categories:
cretaceous, adventure, childhood, nostalgia, song-lyricme,
Form: Lyric
I don't recall the dinosaur--
I can't remember back that far.
Such periods, my goodness gracious!
They were Jurassic and Cretaceous.
And, speaking pterodactily,
Winged reptiles don't appeal to me.
But I must render due respect
To old tyrannosaurus rex.
Of stegosaur and brontosaurus:
They were extinct, some years before us.
Their Mesozoic days are gone;
Now paleontologists dig their bones.
Categories:
cretaceous, animals, children, funny, science,
Form: I do not know?