In greener days, when all was harsh and wild,
our stories were sparse and our facts were few.
So much to grow - ev'ry zeitgeist a child -
eager to race from soft meadows of dew.
Exploration, invention, 'crost the years.
Centuries rolled, and the scroll extended.
Minds grew sharper; we killed our primal fears.
Revelation bursting - still not ended!
Now, despite all marvels of glass and steel,
we live under heavy cloud - an old realm.
Histories too complex to make us feel.
Knowledge - an ocean - whose waves overwhelm.
How can we stay true to all that's been done,
and still find spring's vigor under Eve's sun?
30 April 2023
Categories:
crost, age, culture, history, literature,
Form: Sonnet
First Adam
Two hundred thousand years before the time of this,
Surfing spirits crost the terrible, the great murky abyss,
One Amilius in command, 5 Adams he had planned,
5 colours he'd insist, before the dawn of hist,
5 hardy human bands! Where ice and snow exists,
within the swirling mists, an Adam in command!
Populated from the stars, cave men smoking big cigars.
Spirit into bodys slipt, in the suitable fellas, {homonid}
Mind expanding, brain a growing, altered forms by spirit knowing,
Mind creates, forgotten knowing, dwell a bit on this!
Negative will draw you ought,
positive forever sought,
see your path a spiritual sort,
after bodies gone, WE exist!
negative IT is evils work,
depression spikes you like a dirk,
shake it off, command desist!
Like pulling teeth might get you pist:}
YOU are in charge of this...
Don Johnson
Homonids were possessed and altered to Homosapien by mental DNA adjustment, creating a human race with intelligent spirits in command. But sometimes the animal Homonid in rage or passion takes command ...a loose cannon...
Categories:
crost, adventure,
Form: Ballad
O' where are the soldiers -- where can they be found?
The soldiers lie strewn 'crost the battle-scarred ground
O' thither, O' thither the gorecrow must fly
Wherever the bodies of dead men do lie
Tahr-rahrahra caigh-o
Tahr-rahrahra caigh-ay
Who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
And where are the sailors -- O' where can they be?
The sailors lie floatin', face down, i' the sea
Away thro' the tempest the gorecrow must speed
Before the cruel ocean recovers her deed
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
And where are the ladies -- O' where do they lie?
In the kitchen or pantry, the wheatfields or rye?
Tis nae matter, for whither Love's maidens lie -- lo!
Tis thither, O' thither the gorecrow must go
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
And who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
O' where are the children -- the children who've died?
Hid fast in their cradle, by their mother's side
O' hasten then gorecrow -- O' hasten thee there!
For the flesh of Love's babes is a pleasure most rare
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
Categories:
crost, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
" Krewe "
Them they whot sail ayre apt naught
Bein' whot ayre so sailors once caught
Agin a'so 'twere had them a choice
Ne'er nay ne'er spaek so a'voice
Ship's cat twere ne'er a'so well spent
As at her ships lads naught o'moind bent
Twas not for her cap'n a'doomed she'd be
Deep down so her hulk a'bottom o'sea
Nay naught ayre some twould be o'moind
A'sayin' whot ain't whot's truest o'all
No ship whot's a'sail in any seas foine
Has krewe whot's got such unmittin' gall!
Naught be a ship whot sails her helm
Crost any sea nor through any realm
Has at her helm all thems o'her decks
Aye! fer surely she'd be soon a'wreck!
SeaWolf
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Categories:
crost, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Ahhh... but Dr. Ram,
Tis with feeble pen in hand...
I find that o'which I am...
A'wander crost the land...
A'sail amidst the sea...
Or still a'simply set a'place...
Under tallest oaken tree.
SeaWolf
Categories:
crost, adventure
Form: Rhyme