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At the zoo, I was walking one day
when my young son had wandered away.
I glanced back; he came running to me:
"Mom, a dinosaur. Come look and see!"
I looked to the left and the right.
No dinosaur, of course, was in sight.
Whatever could my child mean?
What animal could he have seen?
Past a crocodile, I and my son
went running. Could that be the one?
Its scales had a similar look
to one in his dinosaur book.
"Is it that one?" I asked with a smile.
"Is your dinosaur that crocodile?"
"It's THERE!" he cried. I had to laugh.
What he'd seen was a long-necked giraffe.
June 28, 2019
For Dinosaur(S) - For Children Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Based on true story of my sister and her son Jon-Jon
I'd like to step back in time a bit
And mention the dinosaur.
He lived two hundred million years
And then was seen no more.
The dino's demise is a mystery
That's hashed and often rehashed here.
One fav'rite hypothesis seems to be
That a giant asteroid crashed here.
Argued by clerics, and scientists,
And other great men of distinction,
Some clearly deluded,
Yet none has concluded
What actually caused the extinction.
What really occurred
Lies somewhere obscured
Amongst all those theories and guesses.
Some still do remain, though,
Like the crane and komodo,
And a number of interstate truck-stop waitresses.
Beauty in its essence
A silhouette in the midst
Stands a magical beast
Whose horn points to the east
Its wonderful radiant heart
Filled with the purest of mythical art
In a landscape so beautiful
Plentiful to say the least
Color so soft
Like the delicate silver sea
The gentle soul can be felt in its presence
The wonder of it all
Is its true grace
That will leave you in awe
This is not a fantasy, newborn or a dinosaur
It is the one and only
Loving unicorn
Prancing in this whimsical place
Witnessing its own elegance pace
A truly remarkable sight
It begins to run in a direction for the flight
Off to a distant destination of the moonlight!
We love our silly Grazillas,
Who eat chocolate ice cream because they don't like vanilla.
They prefer lumpy pillas,
As they nap under the willas.
They eat salt by the pillas,
And watch only chinchillas.
They prefer to work as millas,
They prefer their envelopes to be manilla.
They could easily take down Godzilla,
Because them Grazillas,
Are stone cold killas.
They are a cross between a gorilla and a gator,
And they sure do enjoy their maters and taters.
They make fun of waiters,
And they are great imitaters.
They love gossiping with the gators,
And are known to be fair ice skaters.
Peculiar too is the way they only eat fish flavored Now and Laters,
And man can they drive those freighters,
And they choose to shave with cheese graters.
They are even one-third dinosaur,
And they are rotten to the core.
They love to renact the Civil War,
And to get a dollar they will pretend to be poor.
They play golf just so they can yell Fore,
And when they get a banana they all yell Score!
They are in a band and go on world tour,
But I admit they are sometimes a bore.
They are the legends of lore,
That come from the Loth Lorien shore,
And in their land they are unequivical lords.
How do they have shimmering tails,
They put water from the Amazon on every golden scale.
Their fur is silvery and pale,
And they comb it twice a day without fail.
Their favorite snack is kale,
Especially in the middle of a gale.
They love riding the rails,
Looking for the the Holy Grail.
They may look frail,
But you never can tell.
They like digging wells,And telling tall tales.
Try never to compliment the males,
Cause their egos sure do swell.So if you come across a silly Grazilla,
Lazing under a willa...
Don't forget to bow to the queen of the Grazillas.
Whose name is Drucilla,
Who lounges on golden pillas...
While she listens to thrilla...
So I bid you ado untilla...
Lockdown (courtesy coronavirus COVID-19)...
Minimally impacts mine secluded lifestyle,
cuz yours truly came into this madcap world
approximately 534714.57958 times after
gnomon cast shadow across flat plate of sundial
ever since being a little boy, I throve while
existence kept me in solitude, thus isolation trial
directly linkedin with pandemic necessitates
sparse human contact, yea analogous to an exile
punishment far removed, quarantined, condemned...
and essentially metaphorically banished necessitating
befriending self as best beastie boy bad company
where madding crowd hashtagged insync existing
within territory hostile currying aversion to socialize
worse fate than being eaten
alive (with one chomp) savored
by token smiling crocodile
absentmindedly pitching
head over heels into... state of denial
after out running a tribe
of 10,000 aboriginal maniacs,
hence out distancing latter only to buzzfeed former
whose absence not noticed, until long in the tooth
(actually between 60 and 72 teeth) said reptile
captured and subsequently dissected (I'll)
spare telling thee gory details
though amazingly well preserved facial profile
comprising fully intact features
exhibiting me eternally frozen cunning guile,
nevertheless greater excitement arose
at similarity between former poetaster
and La Brea Tar Pits fossilized dinosaur kin
especially their respective coat
of armor ironic steely iambic style.
Outside my house, there is a crane.
Much to my disdain.
Tearing up my lawn looking for fossils.
But is it really worth tearing up my garden that’s full?
Tempting, trouble.
There are no valuables in the rubble.
Only a few spiders which feel frightful.
Stealing the nutrients in the soil.
I know I can replant soon.
Saddened by the dead rose’s tune.
I could cook my soup tonight.
But the basil was lost in the blight.
They knocked over my mailbox too.
There’s only junk mail in there, that’s true.
They left behind a shovel and brush.
I could plant soon, but what’s the rush?
I do my own investigation.
Into the lush imagination.
Might as well continue searching around.
They already destroyed the ground.
So I continued to dig for weeks on end.
Until there was nothing else to upend.
A centipede under a stone.
Asks if I found a dinosaur bone.
Even if I find more than dust and debris?
Will I ever feel free?
Is there any way to stop fretting?
Or stop the sun from setting?
One of those maple seeds fell nearby.
I wonder why…
In this destroyed place.
There is no race.
There is no grass to live in.
So I let it blow into the wind.
I wish I could as well…
But maybe I’ll just dig a wishing well.
Diamond Mountain Cave
(Phu Pha Phet Cave)
The largest cave here in Thailand
Has an eighteen acres in total size
It is not that easy for us to find
But if we’ll get in there, it’s a big surprise!
We need to explore first the side of the mountain
Be patient and careful to climb its lofty and rugged stair
A shade half our way offers rest and we’ll not feel in vain
Quite tedious, but an exquisite view awaits us up there
The Diamond Mountain Cave has seven floors
Most of the time, only two floors are offered for all
Twenty rooms are more than enough for two to three hours tour
After stooping down to get in through the very small entrance of the hall
Public exploration is facilitated by its long wooden walkways
As we tour in every chamber ,we’ll be impressed
With our lens, we can’t resist to capture in every way
The formations of stalagmites and stalactites that amaze
To name the most captivating formation inside the cave
Is the stalagmite in a very huge dinosaur-like egg in shape
Standing prominently at the main hall, it’s my fave
Coated with glittering diamond bits, I wish I can touch or scrape
A form which isn’t funny but also with its wondrous beauty
Is a man’s sword-like stone, no malice to catch our attention
There are a lot more making us feel like dreamy
Such as the amazing mushrooms and big jade stone
It’s so fun to walk around on walkways going up and down,
As we feel the cold wind coming in somewhere
Ventilating and protecting us from sweat so as not to frown
Then we’ll come out with big smiles and great experience to share.
April 15, 2013
*man’s sword : the term I use for man’s sexual organ
--I was there.
Cent percent holds cent percent
no doubt arise
An ant surrenders everything to a Dinosaur
but still varies
An Ocean never cares of a drop of water
because of.......percentage
One may give cent percent
receiver may feel less heritage
Percentage means for calculation
always rests in comparison
One of the most positive writes i have witnessed to date
Was written today and well worth the wait
An awesome Quatrain, by this Devonshire poet
If you have read her past writes, you would certainly know it
What we see in our world now, is what she wants us to see
Dinosaur remains are an example to me
This beautiful planet will gladly reveal
As she shares her histories, our mysteries reveal
If we let her breathe, sigh and flourish
She may be more giving, as we help her re-nourish
And this write will be remembered for its visionary
And her mysteries will be our history
Inspired by " Stunning Revelations from Ancient Maps "
By Carolyn Devonshire
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature3.php
I built a tower in the sky to see the whole world before I die,
I built a tower in the sky to understand where the center of the universe lies
I built a tower in the sky to understand what lies beyond the skies.
I will move from country to country and examine the human geography
I will explore age old civilization and study the activities of ancient man
I will study the inscription on the caves wall and learn why some people are so tall
I will observe every dot and connect them to her majesty frock. There is a tower in the
sky and I would like to get there before the world starts to fly.
Instructions were left for modern men to follow but they have turned it into human sorrows. The truth had never been told how mankind came into the world
You have told stories upon stories, and you connect our existence to the human glory.
I want to climb the tower in the sky to learn about the elements before I die.
The truth has never been told how the dinosaur plunders the world
And sacrifice women to beast and the people didn’t have a place to sleep
They hang out in the bushes and live in caves like nomad until nature delivers
I built a tower in the sky to learn about the world before I die, but you took away my
tower pass and sold it to the bush doctor then you try to destroy my anchor to construct
Your own tower. The tower is high and it keeps elevating in sky, I have to go up there
for I must get my share. The tower is me; the tower is you and you must humble yourself
and the world will honor you. The tower is my legacy, and I am sorry if I offended anybody
but I will keep climbing the tower until the universe surrenders.
The tower in the sky is watching you, open your heart and your dream will come true.