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I met a Megalodon who beckoned
“Welcome to the herd!”
I heard this lot was wily but
to me this sounds absurd
Undeterred I approached
the powers that be
to see if it were true
But the powers that be
were absent without leave
leaving me nothing
left to do
(except to …)
kick this can on
down the road
since no one’s left
to carry that load
(In the meantime …)
Some docile fool’s
touting fossil fuels
to a group of
solar-paneled minds
While his fearless peer
is stoking the fear
of the biomass hive mind
(touting ...)
“Fossil fuels are plentiful
can be found easily
Natural gas is very efficient
when generating electricity
and so on and so forth …”
(stoking …)
“Biomass energy is reliable
helps to reduce waste
But also expensive
requires lots of space
and more of the same
also and others…”
When both groups
could no longer
suffer the ranting
all in unison
began their chanting:
“Good riddance!
Good riddance!
Leave them both to jostle
with that colossal,
wily, beckoning
Megalodon …”
“Welcome to the herd!”
Living is mocking the dead,
To dance while they rot instead,
Each breath that we take
Is a slap in the face
Cause living is mocking the dead.
Living is such a conundrum,
Every human that lives is a flawed one,
And we hardly deserve
Our time on this earth
So living is mocking the dead.
As the dead rest their bones in their caskets,
They are woken by the living’s loud racket,
And our machines scream
And we don’t stop to dream
And living is mocking the dead.
Because we live so we don’t have to die,
From cold bony fingers we pry,
Each gem and each Jewel
Bones make great fossil fuel
The living are mocking the dead.
We talk of the dead in hushed voices,
We secretly judge all their choices,
And the lessons we learn
We work hard to unturn
Living is mocking the dead.
And so it was that night
When the hands of time
Fell upon the shoulders of my clan!
It was like the terrains of our only source,
Of our only hope will be lost.
When we heard those heavy footsteps
Pounce beyond the walls of our city gates,
Those footsteps that left imprints
Of the hand claps of death that rings
On the deepest inside of our beings,
On the fearful outside of our skins,
On the hidden makeup of our genes
And bringing remembrance of past sins!!
Our human frame became aquiver,
Our human structure became bitter
Because that night our city gate
Became the home of death rate!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched them detach
My brothers head with knives,
I watched my brother kneel
With head afloat
Slowly letting go drops of blood through his eyelids!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched a little child being burned
With fossil fuels showered upon her skin,
I watched the little child freeze
With mouths open wide,
Lying still and slowly giving up the ghost!!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
Global Extinction
The fires you start will come back and burn you.
The idiots are in charge and they deny the truth.
Enjoy the sunshine whilst remaining blind to the drought.
We as a species deserve to be dying out, no doubt.
When the waters rise and the lives disappear,
You will turn around and ask to hear,
But it will be too late to make a change.
The end is nigh, if things stay the same.
The sun is nice, until it is not.
The sea’s will rise and the land it will go.
The bats have all died because it is getting too hot.
Welcome to your inferno.
No fossil fuels left for you to dig, you dig?
You will be left on your little island, surrounded by what you did.
Emptying the ground for oil and gas.
The life they have, the life they must have.
The gas has taken the future and all the president can do is laugh.
I guess he knows that money talks.
The silent majority will rise and tear down your new wall.
Protest against the murderers, they kill the planet while I write verse,
To tell a tale of man-kinds fail; the words will never be heard.
Extinction Rebellion;
Our future wails.
No more extinction! No more contradictions.
No more self-punctured nails.
Once upon a time a clean air act was written as a promise.
No take backs, set in stone, the lies beat the Hell out of being honest.
The Earth is empty, it’s elementary. If you eat until it is all gone,
You will get a nice tan from a hundred degree sun.
Speaking like a hurricane, tornado range,
It’s climate change.
The amazon is nearly gone, because Mr. Amazon is number 1.
The Earth is first, humanity thirsts,
I see no saviour fighting for our Earth.
All that remains is a scorched planet.
Just one more degree and we have all had it.
Polar bears drown, forest fires.
When the power ends and the planes are all downed,
We will be climbing the trees to get higher.
The tsunami will set us free,
By wiping out man’s technology.
Welcome to another ice age.
Man will walk alone one day.
The last man on Earth will have his say,
But nobody will ever hear him again.
For too long now we have all stood still,
By driving pollution through our hearts.
We have all become so ill.
This is how the evil starts…
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Nine months after October 6, 1973
PM Golda Meir of Israel was history
For an intelligence failure colossal
She became a political fossil…
Fast forward to October 7, 2023
When Hamas went on a barbaric spree
Killing more Jews than any day since the Holocaust ended
Yet PM ‘Bibi’ Netanyahu’s had his term extended
Where is the leader to end Bibi’s reign
~ flush him and his generals down yesterday's drain
__________________________________________________
On October 6, 1973, Egyptian pontoons crossed the Suez Canal
into Israeli-held Sinai, unchecked by Israeli forces, a colossal
intelligence failure on the part of Israel's military. Prime Minister
(PM) Golda Meir and Defense Minister Moshe Dayan were sacked
nine months later---despite being heroes to much of Israel's
populace.
Some say love makes the world go round
I say it is oil that makes the world go round
The thing that is in everything
from plastics to fuel is how it does rule
so given this thought here is your opportunity
to have your say in a different way
Where’s your stand on the Keystone pipeline
moving dirty Alberta oil from Canada to Texas
Or fracking that shakes the earth
and plays with the water table
how about drilling in national parks
and protected wetlands or in oceans and seas
the carbon footprint that fossil fuels leave
and our slavery to BIG oil and high gas prices
but what of the flip side
the oil cartels called OPEC alongside Mr. Putin
does the blackmailing by the few
through oil dependency offset the risks
that is the question to be answered
Andreas Simic©
Dear David and dear Greta,
I thought I'd write a letter to our eco-anxious friends,
two perfect pinion riders of environmental trends.
You mighty eco-worryers with opinion in your grasp,
have you turned to your creator, or even thought to ask,
the One who laid foundations in farthest distant past,
and with His hand formed seas and land,
and bounded in his wisdom the multitude of nations?
Well and good to save the ozone, and the snowzone,
to ban the plastic, to change the fossil fuel.
But to turn not to creator risks the wisdom of a fool.
You follow all humanity to dust of flesh and bone.
Do you think your worldly sanity will save this earthly home?
Do you know how? His pitied promises are proven every day.
The healing of our land. Now, please, bow your knees, and pray.
But for those who forced darkness to take flight,
And could never by grounded thoughts abide,
But for those who fought the accustomed fright
At the new thunders rebel minds confide,
Fossil dreams we all would still inhabit,
In the muddied bogs of yore gladly flail.
Dead creeds’ taxidermy doth inhibit
Fresh breaths of reason on intellect’s sail.
Who met decreed answers with questions’ ire?
The gazers into depths and planets' glows,
The starters in gloom of curious fire,
Openers of eyes to vistas long closed.
I bask in the bright truths they dared to glean.
Away with crutches! On their light I lean.
Happy two thousand nineteenth birthday Autumn - September 23, 2019!
Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit
temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar)
I eagerly look forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -
purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
less than fifty years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home
324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call
*****sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students
vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.
We got there when it opened
And we raced right up to 4.
The dinosaurs were waiting;
Some excitement was in store.
We stopped at every case and looked
As Henry posed in front.
From room to room we wandered
On a dino-fossil hunt.
Attention started flagging
So we found our way instead
To the hall of dioramas
With their animals (all dead).
Just one more thing, we pleaded.
There’s a giant big blue whale
But the patience of a 6 year old,
It seemed, would like prevail.
We zipped our coats and headed out
Before it all turned sour.
Maybe next time, we will stay
A bit more than an hour!