From lies in books they set us free
Encyclopedias are redacted
And Satie’s fourth Gymnopedie
Flooded with likes from the attracted
I’m living in the brave new world
It works far freakier than Huxley’s
I’m bought and sold and I download
I get the codes to use them aptly
I’m quite a modern chap these days
No more a fossil left in lurch
Daedalus AI builds new maze
Keeps every Theseus in search
Where is that famous silver thread?
But I just passed the exit gate
I heard the Minotaur is dead
The ambulance arrived too late..
Time the lies were finally binned
Greedier needier leaders grinned
Pacts who the facts have spinned
Scorched earth torched & skinned
Fossil fuel fools acts have sinned
Renewable is doable hopes pinned
As some resources haven’t thinned
We will always have sunshine & wind
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
let alone picking up and putting in
the garden waste wheelie bin
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed
Born in Lyme Regis Dorset
a palaeontologist fossil collector
in the English Channel marine bed cliffs
and a coprolites (faeces) detector
who at only twelve years old
found the first two skeletons plesiosaur
and outside Germany
that of a pterosaur
yet as a woman who did not
always receive full credit
for her scientific contributions
and ineligible to join to their discredit
the Geological Society of London
while struggling financially
for her it was no shell game
to make ends meet as circumstantially
when selling shells by the seashore
the seashore shells she sold
were her start of the first shell company
by the Natural History Museum in London I was told
While the universe is ever-expanding
life on earth becomes even more demanding
despite a few one or two
world-shattering improvements
man is still wallowing
in the proverbial primordial
and if this road he insists on following
our future looks severely bleak
as where once we were happily winning
we're now all on a losing streak
yet history has taught him nothing
that and his memory is short
no thanks to his stupidity
between rocks on a hard place we are caught
but what about our children
those innocents who go unsung
there's not a lot for them to look forward to
that bell can't be unrung
as the genie is out of the bottle
what with plastic and fossil fuels
here's one last thought
I'm glad I won't be around to witness
the final endgame result
of what we silly fools hath wrought
The Pebble
Sat innocuously
Silent and still,
Yet the tale it could tell,
would span a million lifetimes.
Locked inside, for no one to know;
No one yet the pebble,
Is the fossil in it's heart.
To break the fossil free,
loses the stone.
Sit still dear pebble,
retain your secret forever.
Dinosaur has been long forgotten
And so the truth
They are all hidden in the fossils
Of the olden days
Away from this century
Archaeologists come up with fossils
But deep hidden truth still not found
So wars, chaos, racism, terrorism, Hegemony, corruptions and epidemics
Continue to burst out
Truth found with the the meditation of philosopher
Is always without acknowledgement of mankind
A fossil of truth is never found
In the present world
And so the truth will continue to become
A fossil of the next generation
Where is all the fuel gone to?
To fuel the raging fires in the world
Or fuel the warm and hearty fireplaces in homes….?
O! Where is all the bio-fuel gone to?
Has all the air gone to stoke fires at every battle station…?
Or has it gone inside cars to facilitate an enjoyable summer vacation?
Or has it all gone to fuel the windmills?
Or to serve as a path for many a biological weapon?
O! Where has all the water gone to?
To fuel water disputes around the world?
Or to cool the raging fires in the world?
O! Where has all the fuel gone to?
To renew life by renewing itself…?
When I am but a fossil
All bones, no flesh
Crushed in the earth,
I will dream of discovery
By scientists pondering
Who I was…,
When I lived.
When I am but a fossil
From the distant past
Will someone
Of great renown
Reconstruct me, and ask
Who I was…,
When I lived?
Put fossil fuel to an End
Everybody just needs to Mend
We're ruining our Ozone Layer
And our Mother earth is in Despair
Lets declare no Fossil Fuels
Otherwise we are going to revise this lesson again & again
I think there's a Trick
Lets make all our cars go Electric
Maybe use the power of Solar
Help our earth's weather from going Polar
Gone is this planet's golden day,
when all of life in harmony.
Gone are the years when all pristine,
with earth and air and water clean.
Gone is the time when nature ruled,
and populations were controlled.
Gone are the years when that fossil
was buried deep and rendered still.
Now man is here and on the make,
seeing that all is his to take.
Now more species become extinct,
due to mankind's greed and neglect.
Now man has freed fossil carbon,
and fills the air with its poison.
Now with pollution in the skies,
global temperature starts to rise.
Now glaciers melt and swell the sea,
taking us to catastrophe.
Colossal Apostle an Old Fossil
could be colossal
man who was an apostle
now an old fossil
Jim Horn
The dry tree in the hills felled by the summer storm,
gushing current of the river moves it in turbulent torrent,
the de-skinned trunk shifts to the edge of the tilted levee,
sticks to the cleft of rugged boulders covered with mud.
When flood comes its surge sweeps the loose soil of slope,
the log glides in delight, begins new journey once more.
To the remote terminus the river sets its course to drift,
dislodged, it doesn’t remember long the things left behind.
My life uprooted in the storm of the tumultuous times,
drifting like the log finds no supporting ledge to cling to,
seeks the new course for the ending yet unknown to explore,
un-possessed, I don’t know the obscure concept of bonding.
I slide on freedom on the tide of time to the forlorn shore,
where finding my brief mooring I hold on for little while.
To people out there I turn gypsy, the slinking lone driftwood,
unbound, I live free for my fossil mind lost the memory.
September 12, 2020
digging up the past
burying the future~
making excuses
***
When a meteor struck earth, all of the dinosaurs died,
as did pretty much almost everything else alive,
leaving millions of years later and abundance of fossil fuel behind,
which we have exhausted to almost its limit at the present time,
all while destroying our precious planet that provides all of us life,
causing global warming, polluting our water and our air at its most fatal height.
I believe that the following will be our future sadly,
be it somewhat poetic justice, and in a sense irony.
We are going to be the cause of our own and other mass extinctions,
and as surviving life evolves again well into the years of millions,
we will then be the fossil fuel for the next intelligent evolved generation.
I can only hope that potential intelligent specie will evolve much more wisdom.
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