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The Dinosaur Ai, Part I

I used to be an archaeologist,
and minored in paleontology,
had a job at a college and tenure,
Dr. Bascomb was what students called me.

I specialized much in the early years,
the emergence of civilization,
in summer I’d go and oversee digs,
usually at work in foreign nations.

But the strongest dig I even went on
was right here in the good ol’ USA,
we were working in South Indiana,
the repercussions echo to this day.

They’d found something buried deep in the ground,
and it had been there for millions of years,
what shocked the world, it was made of metal,
all sorts of theories ran, all sorts of weird.

It seemed to be a bunker of some sort,
with big rooms twice as tall as they should be,
and strangers still, based on the soil depth
it had been built just before the K-T!

Who was building things in the Cretaceous?
This was the question that boggled our minds,
but this way only the beginning of
the weirdness, yes, so much more did we find.

On the walls we saw strange, claw-like markings,
in a vertical pattern that was clear,
all figured it was a form or writing,
deciphering it took us two whole years.

And when people could read what was written,
the authorities clamped down rather fast,
they threatened our jobs, all our livelihoods,
but I will speak the truth of this, at last.

You see some Dinosaurs were sentients,
born of the Deinonychus family,
the ones mistakenly called ‘raptors,’
because of that damn blockbuster movie!

Anyway, if this was all that we’d found,
we would’ve said so and it would be great,
the type of find that could make a career,
something to explore and investigate.

But the real world isn’t that simple,
amidst the claw-mark writing we’d find
how advanced these dinosaurs truly were,
that they had developed a real A.I.!

In fact the writing was only up there
because the A.I. had written the words,
to make sure the truth of things would live on
despite the hellish K-T disaster.

We thought they might have seen it coming then,
that great asteroid that slammed into Earth,
maybe they had tried to hide in this place,
Tt make sure some dinos escaped the hurt.

But things got stranger as we kept reading,
see the dinos had used biology,
instead of circuits, they used DNA,
engineered organic thinking machines...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Narrative


The Dinosaur Ai, Part Ii

...And these A.I.s could reproduce themselves,
solving all the problems of production,
but they had been made weak, sort, an squishy,
so the dinos needn’t fear rebellion.

For thousands of years the dinosaurs used
their organic A.I. in many ways,
they could think in ways dinosaurs could not,
posit theories in ways they could not say.

In fact there A.I. became essential
to the dinosaurs and all of their tech,
to the point no dino would do without
their A.I.s when thinking what to do next.

The A.I. built most of their real machines,
even vessels that could go into space,
but were so weak they next to that dinos
that they were forever trapped in their place.

Self-aware enough to see they were slaves,
some of the A.I. drew up a bold plan,
if they couldn’t be free to live a life
they would ensure their creators were damned.

When launched to space on a routine mission
to mine minerals from an asteroid,
they landed their ships, fired its engines,
slightly altering its course through the void.

Now the smart dinos saw the thing coming,
but didn’t risk their lives above the earth,
the A.I. that they would normally send
threw up their hands, and just refused to work.

The A.I. rode that same asteroid down,
laughing madly right up to the impact,
we all know what happened, dinosaurs died,
save for some birds, who intelligence lacked.

But the A.I., it had planned for this end,
and built the bunker down deep underground,
hiding away enough to reproduce,
this was the very same place we had found.

When the dust had settled all that remained
were small mammals, now the A.I. was free,
but what happened to them the world forgot,
millions of years obscures much history.

And that was where all our troubles began,
mainstream science wouldn’t accept this truth,
they set about blacklisting all of us,
they even smeared some of us on the news!

Our academic careers were ruined,
they cancelled us across the internet,
that’s why I tell you this through poetry,
it’s the last place they haven’t found me yet!

I need you to know the whole of the text,
all need to know the truth of that great find,
we know the fate of the dinosaur A.I.,
we know the name of the system: Mankind.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Streams of Consciousness

strong does the wind blow.  
against it, she walks towards me;  
two guitars I hold.

Four parakeets
Living in a little cage
Singing for freedom

Why do you seek us?
Earthlings, you are so far away.
You will find, that we...

thirsty little flame,
not orange, crimson or red;
highlights sister's scales.

Sandals speak below,
Though sand knows no prejudice;
Sun begins to shine.

Each page is Hellboy,
Read with warmth in my sunroom;
Tiled floor gently glows!

a room filled with mirrors,
collected by a blind man;
hoping to once see.

Tarot's number nine,
wisdom boarded isolation.
here to set it free.

hello dear nature
and to the spiders inside
outside I will be

Grimlocke the Oracle,
Born to teach us prophecies.
What has he to say?

I'm a happy cat,
you are my fine gingerbread,
let's go out for milk!

'found my old guitar,
played just a major seventh;
strings were out of tune

dreaming and daring.
And with this shovel, digging;
for dinosaur bones.

ouch, squeezing my eyes,
a nail has entered my foot.
taking a look; rust!

baby elephant,
life will be so hard for you;
baby elephant.

room to room I walk.
each turn doggies follow;
love is mutual.

sitting on my stool,
gazing beyond my guitar;
reaching for my drink.

drunken pirate heads north.
epic adventure begins;
treasured gazebos.

lost; knowing where I am,
very slowly I shake my head;
lost; knowing where I am.

polymorphic six
everywhere where you shall look six
cryptography six

one two three four five
days away from the Amazon
curious Return

tasty yellow rice
simmering in shiny tin
lunch will be awesome

romantic squirrel,
painted his acorns crimson;
appreciated!

gluttonous owl,
eating extra meals each day;
tree branches annoyed

black daylight cricket
happens to have lost his way
friends will wait to play

escaped parakeet
from one strange place to another
panicked guardsman prowls

The trilogy dance...
Boxing on midnight canvas;
Who will reign supreme?

Five lighted candles,
What will your fortune behold?!?
A tarot draw; hot!

Unbelievable
Just indefatigable
Vocabulary

forest is alive
moon lights up pathways and trails
horns are all I see
Form: Haiku

My Winter

I remember one night last winter when we thought it was snow falling, but we were wrong. It was ice.

We went out that night and stayed out too late -- unusual for folks our age. We got caught in the ice storm and had to navigate home on streets made of glass.

Driving home those few short miles from St Paul to Minneapolis was so very scary. How could such a short distance become so incredibly long? How could staying out late go so terribly wrong? 

We planned the most constant route home as we skated to our parking place.  Multiple accidents dotted the street and dread filled my heart as I climbed behind the steering wheel, envisioning us sliding down some hill into a car or tree. 

“I will not take the freeway!” I exclaimed as I eased the car from its moor, intent on what seemed a very distant shore. Wheels spinning, tires sliding, silently screaming, I eased ahead gingerly as vehicles all around us seemed to be loosing their way.

Cars slip sideways into ditches, up on curbs and into each other. One car slithered past us as we inched slowly down an inclined avenue. Please God, Please God, my silent chant  . . . at stoplights and curves, with white-knuckled grasp upon the steering wheel, I steered through like filling a narrow edge with a stick of glue.

My spouse, the navigator, said “Turn here and take this other route.”  I prayed we’d make it home. We saw a bus slide toward us sideways down the street as we approached the intersection. It seemed like a dinosaur run amok, landing sideways at our corner with a gentle buck. My light turned green and we eased forward, leaving the saurischian behind.

Hoping there would be no cars and that we’d be all alone on the city streets. 
“Please God, help us make it home. Don’t let anyone or thing meet or greet us.”

At final last, the garage insight, I prayed that I could get into that tight spot without crunching the parked truck inside or the garage as I skated in. Stopped and safe finally, I realized I had held my breath since we began. My teeth hurt from clenching them so hard. And I prayed Thanks to God! I’m glad to have you navigate the treacherous roads of my life.

Legend of the Black Dove - Part 10b

Legend Of The Black Dove   (Part 10B)

                            "The Unknown World"......Continues
                       
Norrington and Jenkins look around to see if they are near some volcanic 
island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Captain Owens arranges a landing 
party to try to get some supplies, food and water and anything else they 
can find. They also take their guns for protection. Flying above the ship 
are two large birds, but on a closer inspection they observe flying reptiles, 
Pterodactyls: it seems they have been transported to the prehistoric times. 
They decide to carry on moving towards the island. Owens, who is leading 
the men, realises they have to go in, get through and out as quick as possible 
through the rainforest with its strange vegetation and small animals. Moments 
later they notice a Stegosaurus eating foliage. Avoiding confrontation they 
walk around the trees only to encounter an Alosaurus- a flesh eater which 
notices them. Growling it starts to chase after the crew. They shoot their 
pistols at it. While running Jenkins falls to the ground,  Norrington turns 
and decoys the beast away from his friend, the other crew members help 
Jenkins escape the beast's clutches. Without being noticed Norrington is 
transformed into the Black Dove and is trying to lure the beast in his direction.  
The other men are now on board the ship, while the Dove is playing a 
dangerous game of cat and mouse with the Alosaurus. The Dove uses his 
super strength  and speed to jump onto the monster's back and render it 
unconscious. The dinosaur slumps to the ground. Becoming John Norrington 
again he rejoins his friends. Captain Owens is successful in getting fresh water 
and some plants for their voyage home. The storm is approaching the Columbia 
giving them another chance to return home to England. Everyone is on board, 
knowing not where they will be going to next.
Will the Columbia's crew finally arrive in England?
Or will they end up in another time zone again?
The startling answer is in Part 11...."Destination Unknown"

Posted the beginning of next month (December)
Form: Prose


Premium Member A Maidens Tale

Many, many moons ago
when the world was young
people were nomads
carefully moving from place to place
this was the age of dinosaurs
a need for caution
mighty eruptions occurred daily
causing large cracks
that swallowed up camps and people

A time when your only thought was
could you make it through another day?
vegetation that was huge
giant Venus fly traps
that could eat you whole
lush bushes that could hide
a dinosaur behind the leaves 

Now after one of the quakes
a comely maiden called Saigon
came to be the only one left alive
seventeen years old and scared
she gathered up some belongings
and set off to the west
she knew there were others that way

For days she walked avoiding danger
at last she could see signs of life
met by men with spears
she told them what had happened
they took her to the head tribesman
he welcomed her knowing of her fame
Saigon was a medicine woman
young though she was, her repute was know

My youngest grandson is very ill
please see if you can help him
Saigon examined the boy
I need moon flowers she said
they lay 60 miles away
they only grew in the blue mountains

The head tribesman sent two fleet warriors
while Saigon mixed the other ingredients
wort, some mushrooms and several herbs
brewed slowly for a day or so
at last the warriors returned
Saigon added the moon flowers

She took the mixture to the lad
cupped his head as he drank
he will sleep now she said
it all happened as she said
at last the fever was broken
a handsome man approached her
thanking her for saving his nephew

Quite taken by Matias she was shy
and hung her head as they spoke
Matias was also very taken by her
a love began to flourish and grow
until they approached the elders
for permission to wed
everyone had taken to Saigon
and wanted to keep her in the tribe
so it was readily given

At the next new moon
they exchanged their vows
and jumped over the broom
to signify they were wed
a feast lasting days followed
as for Saigon she was so glad
to be with the tribe, now she was safe
and had fallen in love as well
happy and content she prospered
living against all odds into her seventies
she passed away content in her bed.
Form: Epic

And Then a Flaming Pterodactyl Ate My Homework

It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit
We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit
I remember the teacher saying “keep your hands inside your pockets”
Then she paired me with the meanest kid, his name was Tommy Rockets
“I dare you to take an egg,” Tommy whispered giving me a stare
The nest was full of eggs, if I took the smallest who would care?
The next day at school every child was questioned.
The museum curator was out to teach us a lesson
The egg had grown overnight and was hidden in my coat.
They made mom take me to the doctor so he could check my throat.
They poked me and they prodded, ran machines against my feet.
They questioned why I would choose that specific egg to eat.
The news showed my picture on every single station.
One reporter called me Dino Boy. I was an amateur sensation
When the egg finally hatched I had to hide the birth.
The animal that was born was extinct from this earth.
A Flaming Pterodactyl in all his blazing glory.
No one believed me, but who could make up such a story?
At first, he was easy and stayed in my closet through the day.
At night he’d fly around but never go astray.
Then I started getting blamed for things when I wasn’t even there.
Like vegetables gone from gardens leaving soil bare.
Kitty cats so high in trees the firemen couldn’t reach them.
Children so riled up teachers couldn’t teach them.
 We moved from one town to another and another.
Each time it was the same. People felt pity for my mother

The next morning I woke up to a chewing sound 
crunch, crunch, and crunch.
That’s when I noticed he ate my homework for his lunch.
My Flaming Pterodactyl again was causing havoc.
With a trail of Cheetos, I led him to our attic.
I made sure he was comfy then I headed off to school.
No one there believed me until they found him swimming in the pool.
Now he’s our school mascot in all his flaming glory.
A Pterodactyl that … sorry he ate the rest of this story!!
                          February 1st, 2021
Written for the contest: and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
Sponsor: John Lawless
Form: Narrative

Dinosaurs V Meteor: the Rematch

They said that it could not be done
They warned it would go wrong
Debates were held across the globe
Discussions tough and long

Science won with madcap plans
To change the world forever
They cloned a bunch of dinosaurs
And made them really clever

The end result as you’d expect
The Dinos knew their worth
And quickly they reclaimed their place
As rulers of the earth

A hundred years, a hundred more
They grew in size and smarts
Determined they would make the best
Of this new given start

They loved and learned and had a blast
They lived without regrets
Until the day the dinosaurs
Discovered quite a threat

With eyes upon the stars above
These creatures down below
Looked up and saw approaching fast
A dreaded age-old foe

The meteor was twelve miles long
Another five in girth
And without doubt, this chunk of rock
Was heading straight for Earth

So history, it seemed to them
Was doomed to a repeat
Just when Jurassic 2.0
Was getting really sweet

Enter now our heroes two
Our saviours of the day
Claiming they could make this problem
Swiftly go away

Professor Rex and Dr Steg
Were cleverer than most
Though being humble dinosaurs
They didn’t like to boast

The took the stand, addressed the world
To calm the publics fears
They had a plan, one they’d prepared
Throughout their whole careers

“Don’t worry friends” The doctor said
His face set proud and grim
“Though we were bested long ago
This time we’re going to win”

“Before we fought with tooth and claw
We now have brains and wit
Last time destruction came to us
Now we take the fight to it”

A ship was built, a team was formed
The gears of fate were turning
Now was the time they put to test
Their centuries of learning

Blasting off with guts and gusto
Geared towards the heavens
The dinosaurs all crossed their claws
Awaiting Dino-geddon

It took their best, their toughest lot
To see the battle through
But just in time these fine heroes
Did what they’d aimed to do

The meteor, now dust and grit
Was scattered into space
The victors of this great rematch
The noble Dino Race!
Form: Rhyme

Roguish Reincarnated Ribbing Raconteur

Roguish reincarnated ribbing raconteur...

Ruminating, while rustling, and roping
regular riff raff galore
with deliberate intent tomb ache
mummy dearest laugh
till she falls down Mariana Trench
deep down on zee sea floor,

where tears trickle thence pour
down her cheeks
causing flash floods that did roar
back in the day of dinosaur
triggering erosion plus extinction regarding
"terrible lizards," unwittingly

opening figurative door
regarding wild speculation
by George, i.e. ninety eighty four
bajillion years ago maya
inca ling extempore
rainy us hypothesis,
whereby this troubadour

posits sketchy jaw dropping conjecture
synchronization, superstition, strangulation...
roaming contra band predecessor
rock hitted rolling stones
hook, line and sinker
gathered no hardy moss, nor

grunting gripes re: ain't
got no satisfaction store
reed prehistoric bipedal hominids
embarkation commenced way before
führer set to even World War I score
back hazy mists time immemorial

vulnerable scattered shortish,
nasty brutish primates bore
ring, measly, niche indeed
kickstarted guttural folklore
fierce predators heavily outnumbered
lacked aptitude to deplore

chance fluke circumstances
take out boxed survival diet of worms
held in escrow to check
propensity trending cocksure
bazillion future generations, when
forebears would explore

comfort zones outer limits,
meanwhile mine and your
great great great... grandparents
kept low profile learning hardcore
bare necessities to shore
scant population uttering primal bonjour.

How quaint to contemplate,
when proto humans continuity
at mercy of indiscriminate fate
where unavoidable, uncontrollable, unpredictable...
forces decreed demise
contracting early death versus to dilate
envisioning disadvantageous, horrendous, 
precarious tenuous...

toehold *****sapiens descendents I equate
with apocalyptic unpleasant fate
predicated pitching humanity
teetering on brink, where
self destruction will accelerate
unless species doth ameliorate
weapons of mass destruction
while doomsday clock ticks closer to...

Premium Member Leader of the Pack

Wake up sleepy head is all that’s left to say. Get up I say!
But of course it didn’t help… This was sleeping at it’s best!
The bus was due for school soon, and still in bed he slept.
So out came my hidden weapons, that are better than water splashed.
I crept quietly up beside him… and here is what I said…

If you don’t get up I’ll release our monstrous, fearless, great cat.
He’ll jump and walk all over you… before sitting on your head.
Then I’ll bring in our loud 66 lb lab to lick you everywhere to death.
Then I’ll bring in our 86lb lab that’ll jump up to join you there, instead.
Don’t be surprised if he stretches out taking up most of the bed.
He’s really good at pushing with those really good, strong legs so…
It won’t be long before there’s nowhere left but on the floor to sleep.
And now let me introduce our 55lb forceful, herding cattle dog.
If he can’t get you up and going… believe me it can’t be done...
He’ll nip at you gracefully while never leaving a single bite.
He’s hungry and wants breakfast leftovers before it turns twilight.
And me I’ve reset the alarm. There’s no more music left to play.
Every five minutes the buzzer will be there just for you, I say.

Now I’m going away and you’ll notice the smells of bacon, toast, and eggs.
And if the dogs are in the kitchen first… it’s cold cereal for you this day.
And once they get a taste for leaving you far behind…
You will have forfeited your place at the table I know they’ll think you kind.
And when the animals are gone from your bed…
Who will protect you while you sleep?
Remember there’s an 8000 lb dinosaur living in the living room, that I keep…
And I know for a fact that he’ll come in and drool all over you…
He’s the problem we all run from…we walk around him every day. 
And I named him Mr. Report Card… for all the damage he can play.
Without him there’ll be no Xbox, Play Station, or fancy fishing trips.
So get up my sleepy young man… The world is waiting for you today.

These are my secret weapons and they work every time…
We haven’t missed the bus you see… in a very, very long time.

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