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Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
As a paleontologist my research has supported the idea that the primary
cause of dinosaur extinction had been the massive impact of at least 10 km
diameter asteroid in the Yucatan Peninsula, creating the Chicxulup crater
at ca. 65 million years ago. The impact triggered large-scale environmental
devastation, including prolonged “impact winter”, severely affecting
the vegetation life that subsequently demolished the entire food chain for
the dinosaurs, leading to their extinction.
In one of my visits to the crater my biotechnologist friend, Fred, who worked on isolation and study of ancient DNA, accompanied me. From there, he collected a few shattered rock samples for his research. Six months later, when I almost forgot about Fred’s ambitious research project, he told me he was successful in isolating some DNA strains that appeared to him to register very old genetic signatures. I encouraged him to try and transform the genes into living cells. After a number of failed attempts, he could ultimately succeed in doing so. Soon the cells multiplied and in a miraculous manner the eon-old evolutionary process was repeated in the laboratory to develop into a multi-cellular organism. Fred got scared. He wanted to destroy the organism and terminate his research, but I persuaded him to let the living cells grow into their full form in an isolated and confined space.
Months passed and we were surprised to see the organism gradually took the form of living entity of an infant dinosaur that I identified as Tyronnosaurus rex. Fred and I were frightened. Fred no longer enjoyed the credit of his successful research with ancient DNA, and in utter fear wanted again to destroy the outcome, but I could convince him to hand over the creature to the local zoo where as a grown up animal it would create immense curiosity for the public and great interest for the scientific community, and above all, prevent the Jurassic Park to come alive in a dystopian world.
A complex psychological poem of a vivid portrait of a person caught up in a morally wrong, intoxicating passionate affair.
Inescapable, aware of its moral and social implications, but still addicted.
It reads both like a love letter and a confessional piece.
Layered with dark beauty, guilt, defiance, desperation, and an intriguing question?
Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?
A theme portrayed endlessly in soaps, drama's, film but more realistically, life.
Well, what do you think?
Can two morally corrupt individuals live happily ever after?
Title.
The Affair.
(A lone voice whispers)
We always meet under the moonlights priceless silvery rays
We dance like entwined consummated eternal lovers
Forever engaged
Married insidiously by Father Darkness through our wicked salacious old ways
The thoughts of the world
and all outward consequences
Simply burn on our old relationships funeral pyres
And like grey smoke
Simply float away
Carried aloft by the cold now dystopian midnight air
This crazy relationship which once started as a Facebook and Twitter conversation, and
now such a thrilling, exhilarating irreducible dare
Is now my every living breathing prayer
This may last or may break
It may end in a heartbeat as we share a slice of the Devil's
delicious seductive cake
But you were always worth the risk and long waits
Your three words now just bind me and sing to me
Whenever my green eyes close
Three words within eight letters, I just love to hear
I love you
It just keeps me star-struck
Like a Hollywood big actor
Lost on your big screen projector
Regardless of our sins before God and humanity, and our unspoken marriage
As we ceremoniously slide through dark shadows like unseen lepers
I know we'll win and buy that beautiful dream, we often speak of together
For we're just one of the world's many unknown sinners
Swimming valiantly in one of life's many deep rivers
Holding tightly to each other as we sometimes struggle to breathe
Trying to be together forever
Whatever this judgemental
world believes or conceives
Married together insidiously
through our wicked ways
As we weave gaslighting Machiavellian plans
To always deceive
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Ah... tis nothing greater than...
malfunctioning heater on brisk winter day!
Thee particular date being
December twenty eighth,
two thousand nineteen, I saith
the Jack of all trades
maintenance technician
Kevin Blank said he would notify
HVAC expert in good faith,
yet to compliment clangorous din...
I called upon the ghost of Marley's wraith.
Thus despite compressor issuing
cacophonous, deafening,
ear splitting noise
clattering din louder
than convention of reindeer -
doubled as all boys
(choir) followed by cavalcade
of santa claus, he employs,
the missus of course with equipoise,
and countless elves pressed
for service mending
broken brand new toys.
Why... yes twas during
recent brutal bitter cold spell
methought, yours truly got sent,
where absolute zero temperature
more frigid than hell
of course, I felt like human popsicle
management didn't give a lick,
no matter yours truly gave rebel yell
Billy me you, I immediately
yearned (some weeks back) for April
May, June... some tell
tale sign to alleviate pell mell
bone crushing polar vortex
preserved frozen awful
botox smile impossible mission to quell,
nor avoid frostbite
to deep freeze every cell
millenniums later despite
climate changed dystopian future
thawed out body reason to kvell.
Forsooth mindlessly jabbering away
jaw frenziedly attempting to convey
how this schlemiel,
would be war re: not game to foray
toward distant forbidding terrain
fifty shades of gray,
alien unrecognizable – nay
boor hood of the late Mister Rogers,
nonetheless expressed gratitude
confessed, I unconsciously did pray
while suspended animation did stay
slowing or stopping
of biological function
physiological capabilities
unpitted and preserved - yea.
Hence upon being
and getting woke
feeling like I slept forever
and a day - no joke
most certainly well rested
constitution I did evoke
intensely scrutinizing men
chilled wren, and women folk,
who appeared out of this world
mutated into Roanoke
smooth as glass skin cloak
against ultraviolet rays
causing skin cancer
their attenuated limbs strong as oak
versatile to prod and poke,
whereby superior petsmart
doggone noggin could invoke
telepathic communication
interestingly enough issuing smoke
signals, whenever danger present
and capable to disappear
as if doing breast stroke.
A curse that’s worse than the pandemic
Greedier populist verse became totemic
No halt of their catapult assault systemic
Seedier social media game now endemic
Whether it be some chanting panting cleric
Will ration all compassion not really angelic
Always decanting another ranting hysteric
Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic
Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic
Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic
Derails with varnished tales any academic
Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric
Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic
We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic
With their heinous intravenous hypodermic
Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek
Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic
Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric
Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
It’s the cat on the doorstep you didn’t expect.
A burnt-out lightbulb darkening the foyer.
It’s the thought of something creepy lurking under the porch,
A feeling you might need a clever lawyer.
It’s the odd conjunction of uncanny events,
With noir intrusions scratching in the closet.
It’s a drip from the faucet you just had repaired.
Make sure your will is locked in safe deposit.
It’s a psychic vision, a dystopian dream,
A dark abstraction slinking through the mist.
It’s the merciless stab of a memory’s fang,
It’s venom much too tempting to resist.
It’s a camera obscura, a projected effect,
A vision of transgressions grim and hellish.
It dwells within the heart you're too enfeebled to protect,
A claw that rips your soul with chilling relish.
It’s the phantom at midnight. It’s the creeper at dawn.
It preys upon the lonely and the strange.
When it's time to get going, you will find yourself gone,
A gaunt and ghostly coachman at the reins.
A dystopian myopian premonition
Frank about West Bank expedition
No regret get set for latest edition
Illegal war don’t need permission
Saw UN and NATO's clear omission
Unjust blood lust their admission
No contrition.. Middle East perdition
Still pretending it’s all about religion
Invades like the crusades.. demolition
This is not just some war of attrition
Toast Gaza a ghost most recent audition
Genocide boast with pride the ambition
Poor on wrong side fried an apparition
Yanks kowtowed allowed the decision
Rendition masquerading as suspicion
With the rifle will still stifle our derision
Acquisition the tradition of the mission
Sewn by their own homegrown volition
Netanyahu condition continue sedition
Submission then all neighbours abolition
The day the EMP saved us all
Each of us sat in our corners like slaves
Glued to the digital screen in our hands.
Somewhere someone
Was just about to launch a bomb
Someone else was arranging to pick up
A trafficked child for who knows what
While another was at that moment
Scamming someone out of their identity
And all their money and property
Of course there were billions
Who were just wasting time in idle ways
And some doing something vital
Which just wasn’t an option before.
But when the EMP came
All that stopped
With an instant silence
That drove so many insane
As if their minds were turned inside out
Like so much junk
Laid out for a yard sale
That no one could care less for anymore.
Without the airwaves full of digital debris
What were we left to do?
Some who didn’t go crazy
Rediscovered the joy of solitude
Others the joy of real conversation
Many found they had a lot to catch up on
Skills they never had or had let atrophy
The children of course did the best
Along with their grandparents
Swing sets and playgrounds once again filled
As were parks and beaches
People gardened and cooked, danced, meditated
And made tea.
It seems the EMP came at just the right time
At just the last moment
To save us all.
(8/26/26)
The radio towers died at noon, the screens went blank and cold,
And static ceased to whisper of the empires bought and sold.
Down in the deep concrete redoubts, where millions gasped for air,
The ordinary citizens were stripped of their despair.
But in its place came something vast, a terrible, clean weight—
The absolute, unyielding hush that settled at the gate.
For thirty days no leader spoke, no siren pierced the dark,
The automated generators left a silent spark.
Men stared into their calloused hands, unable to recall
The frantic noise that used to drive their backs against the wall.
The silence was a physical thing, a pressure in the ear,
That forced the crowded bunker-rooms to face their oldest fear.
Yet by the third long, wordless week, the madness turned to rest,
As heartbeat matched to heartbeat in the quiet of the chest.
They learned to read the shifts of light, the breathing of the crowd,
And found a stranger, softer tongue where nothing was allowed.
Before the silver wood reached down to claim the planet's lease,
The bunker citizens survived the suffocating peace.
It was 2039, a nation laid low,
A once-proud land, now shrouded in woe.
We stood on the brink, victorious near,
But the invaders' shadow cast our darkest year.
It began in '21, a fateful day,
When a leader’s hand paved the invaders’ way.
Like rats, they multiplied, a hungry horde,
Their poison spread, a blight on our land explored.
In '24, a tyrant rose to reign,
She was nothing but a big ty promise in vain.
With terrorist’s fist, she crushed our hope's flame,
As darkness descended, our spirits got tame.
Fear, like wildfire, swept across our land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand.
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea,
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.
Protests erupted, flames danced in the night,
The invaders united, their voices a blight.
Chaos reigned supreme, anarchy's reign,
As our nation crumbled, lost in the pain.
Colleges burned, students, hearts aflame,
Yet no savior came, no one to claim.
The government, a shell, a hollow deceit,
As hope faded, our souls grew incomplete.
A nation at war, with itself and the world,
Our dreams turned to dust, our banners unfurled.
No one could save us, no one took a stand,
As the ruins of our nation filled the land.
Fear, like wildfire, swept across the land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand.
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea,
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.
Let this be a warning, a rallying cry,
To stand against darkness, to never deny.
The future’s still ours, if we choose to fight,
And reclaim our nation, restore the light.