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Missile Poised To Strike

Hidden under crop circle
resembling an ampersand
hides sheathed silo - obscured,
said symbol adorned every armband
of national socialist, yet weapons

of mass destruction) bland
lee, blatantly ignored global pact
prepared from this once (bajillion
years ago) geologic bottomland
repurposed for a bomb bin able

(made in good ole US of A) brand
to release payload
upon given command
i.e. at moments notice,
the notorious brigand

usurped entire communications broadband
to stow and let loose by,
thee once upon a time pokey cowhand,
now chief of state tyrant,
sans military industrial complex edifice

where deadly warheads demand
did and trumpeted by "FAKE EVIL"
apprentice madly (ad libbing)
gesticulating, & expostulating to DISBAND
at once - to no effect

falling on deaf ears
as Doomsday Clock rhythmically 
minutely gourmandises
cannibalizing entire webbed
world, whose former slender
(now stubby) baby grand

piano playing butter fingers
primed to press miniature
Taj Mahal shaped hand,...
(now a pause for infowars
commercial identification about Homeland

security threatened by migrant husband
and wife, especially terror unleashed
from baby, whose hood 
loom doth not expand 
much taller than kickstand),

Regular noteworthy poetic program resumes:

...but biological chattering multiplicand
the fiercest most critical operand
linkedin with scheme
asper deadly retaliatory reprimand
against leader of free world,

a hot headed note tory us
donning wig by handmaiden Shetland
knitwear, which Total Mortal Kombat
every man, woman and will soon understand!

KA-BOOM! Into a bajillion 
(to the power of Googleplex)
goes civilization and discontents, 
and since World War II 
accursed with self destructive hex
hmm...mebbe terrestrial for 
another species similar to T-Rex.


Premium Member The Gorge

I saw a gorge, a remote vision from distant, far far away from the surface, how sharp, how precipitous, how deep!

A  singular, unsurpassed, cavernous  cleft;
a crevice among two gigantic hills, how intense and steep!

The rocky walls of the mountains though withering,
canopying the remote sight from the brink of the rugged cliffs.
The highland though barren, is pampering the rivulet flowing,
emerald- azure, though erosive from shrink!

Its ages disposition, the geologic uplift and abrasion,
elevates the surface to fabricate its tapestry inch by inch!
The diverse, vivacious habitats in its bosom, in seclusion, are dozing,
in remote lowland, far from the tainted world in miff!

The robust gorge, all of a sudden, for its persistent profoundity,
a rare attribute in mortals, became my cause of envy!

Was pondering " where is that Gorge like once perceived devotion, allegiance from human inclination has gone? "

Nowhere the professed deluded ones, stands near its awe-inspiring abiding supremacy, the Gorge, the mighty!

Alas! The demons have taken away humanity's infallible dedication for substantiality and profoundity,
only to be as hollow as floating cotton balls, with no eye, no reverence for sublimity!

The Gorge is the apostle of Almighty's emblem of constant flow of unfathomed steadfast solemnity, beyond earthly folly!

Aeons ago, God's supreme contour, silhouette against the brilliant encompassing sky,
The persistent Gorge, determines to flow distant, diligently, from the lavish absurdity, from the sheer mortals idiocy!

Human devotion, so fragile, so freckle, so self-centric,
wish have an inch depth of the perpetual, perennial Gorge, the mighty!

Neither, any earthly disposition, can comprehend,
nor approach the grand Gorge, in reflections, so fickle, so tiny;
as insignificant as their fleshly existence,
in the face of the  abiding Gorge,
the exalted composition of the Almighty!

Haiti

January twelfth two thousand and ten
   witnessed near annihilation and destruction 
   of the Haitian nation
whereby countless/ nameless individuals 
   e’en the strongest Herculean type men
   crushed by humungous slabs of building facades 
   practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which indigenous tribes 
   sought safety in any geologic den
   seeking solace and salvation from wrath of nature 
   by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water 
   in tandem with rooster and hen
   that laid a golden egg, 
   especially as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans foisted 
   forfeiture of land with primitive implement like pen
   no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery, 
   et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions 
   that rent asunder culture beseeched god when
   these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians to cease desecration
 
yet the peoples of this dominion rose 
   from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
   no mattered genetic pool 
   underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers, 
   which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
   and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets) 
   and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative 
   (wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
   yet within the very fiber of tropical man grove persons 
   patiently lined up their ducks
and declared as the first African American peoples 
   INDEPENDENCE to be the word
   whence adulation, elation, inspiration akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the advent of the major earthquake 
   composed by this aging hippy type nerd
whereat remote control san voodoo affect every bloody word!

Dynamic Reef Flexion Within the Restless Earth

Dynamic reef flexion within the restless Earth

Continental drift spelled birth
once spelled Pangaea, 
in early geologic time,
a supercontinent that incorporated 
almost all the landmasses on Earth.

While rifling through mine 
treasure trove of poems,
yours truly chanced upon 
satisfactorily worded 
geological event 
where plate tectonics wrought
subterranean violent transformation
about a half dozen years ago.

Rust never sleeps courtesy zinc
without rhyme nor reason ye shan't 
blame Neptune for unleashing
Indonesian tragic phenomena
just by his innocent wink
merely intended by regular
casual reminder
for Earthlings to think
seriously how (inhabited
linkedin chain of islands,)

yea kinda resembling a slink
key, within the ring of fire,
a large 40,000 km
(25,000 mi) horseshoe shape, -
Yukon also envision
a vague watery rink
encompassing basin of Pacific Ocean,
where e'en the subtlest plink
(no doubt unintentional), thus
absolutely necessary for inhabitants

to catch the latest
drift (albeit continental),
he gave forewarning
just days prior,
possibly relayed after
getting tipsy from overdrink,
hence warning not taken seriously,
where majority resident didst think
a practical joke got played,
yet a coterie of attentive people

accoutered in faux mink
(dressed to the nines
fur a gala fete
also taken by surprise,
no one sensed 
any sudden high jink
then the cleaners),
and really the entire
population sustained strong kinship
with what they believed
 
tubby reasonable god
(a carry over from Greco
Roman Times font size 12),
hence could never suspect,
he would hoodwink
boy (and girl), whar
they ever wrong, come
Friday, 28 September 2018
at 17:02h military time,
or 7:02 post meridiem

an earthquake measuring 7.4
on Richter magnitude scale
leaving Indonesian island
of Sulawesi in total ruins,
from said rat fink
and additionally webbed,
wide whirling countersink
triggered a massive tsunami
razing humongous chink
essentially wiping off the map

in an eye blink,
whereat his lordship
could not be reached,
thus survivors bethink
sum - man tricks brought
watership down, 
ah buoy big boon
dog gull upon his head,
boot nonetheless coon
sitter ably less of Neptune!

Throbbing Sentimental Pangs Trigger Nostalgic Memories of Yesteryear Uno

Mine emotionally fraught days of yore
spilt presentiment tinged blood
into sucker punched battle fatigued
war weary veteran.

He (yours truly) doth
presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle
across gutted landscape
strewn with psychological potsherds.

Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast,
where new born babes technical abilities surpassed
scant infantile savviness (mine)
spurring notion, whereby yours truly
lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate
compared with present era in contrast.

Impossible mission to side step
cratered pock marked cerebral terrain
punctuating terra incognita courtesy disequilibrium
severely disrupting ability to function,
especially distractions issued out radio waves
regarding same Christmas songs
playing every hour.

I can't shake loose
being metaphorically entangled
cumulative detritus analogous geologic,
chronologic, and audiologic tracks laid down
since conception wrought
indelible grooves within noggin.

Risk averse demeanor
kept me hermetically sealed
against positive growth experiences
and (bully me)
not sequestered nor singled
out as token scapegoat,
whereby (wherein) psyche
relentlessly, quintessentially,
and painfully assaulted.

I too unwittingly, guiltily,
approvingly and willingly
allowed, enabled, and provided
unrepentant thugs to unleash brickbats
sticks and stones
(also Daily hurled at Georgie,
a Boxer/Dalmatian mix breed)
when our family Audubon, Pennsylvania.

Nevertheless, despite experiencing
horrendous childhood grievances,
I revere boyhood good times
a shy, (albeit rather socially withdrawn) kid
oblivious to danger
safely and securely affixed
to mother's apron strings.

Yepper, yours truly a bonafide mama's boy
severing figurative umbilical cord I could not deploy
even now as an aging baby boomer,
viz yule eyes long hair pencil necked geek,
I experience social anxiety,
when feigning hobnobbing amidst hoi polloi.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Just Stating the Obvious Poetry Contest

On this earth, the sun rises in the east
And sets in the west
This cosmic phenomenon can’t be missed.

On this earth, the oceans are tinged blue
From where their water came
They have no clue.

On this earth, to the sea the rivers flow
At the edge of growing delta
New land is formed low.

On this earth, the winter time is cold
Northern wind spreads the mist
Dark gloomy sky can’t hold.

On this earth, flowers bloom in spring
Colors splash on green meadows
Butterflies flitter on latticed wings.

On this earth, rain forests are vanishing fast
To control global warming
We need to preserve them, we must.

On this earth, life is a unique entity
Evolution in geologic eons has caused  
In the blue planet biodiversity.

On this earth, humans are species of distinction
Ravaging the pristine nature
They will surely face extinction.

April 24, 2021
Contest : Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Brother Jacob
Form: Rhyme

My Nascent Poetic Tribute To Black History Month Mini Chap Book 1

this just one example of many peoples
   UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
   from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two thousand and ten
(original date this communique writ then 
kept wedged where in no wise 
bore visual witness 

vis a vis near annihilation and destruction 
of African, Haitian, South American, et cetera nations
whereby countless/ nameless individuals 

   e’en the strongest Herculean type men
   crushed by humungous slabs of
   building facades practically
   demolishing every creation

since this island settled, which
   indigenous tribes sought safety
  
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   in any geologic den
   seeking solace and salvation
   from wrath of nature
   by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
   in tandem with rooster and hen

   that laid a golden egg and chicken thing, especially
   as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
   foisted forfeiture of land

   with primitive implement like pen
   no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
   et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake

   such actions that rent asunder
   culture beseeched god when
   these brutish, nasty
   and (shortish) Hobbesian simians
   to cease desecration

yet the peoples of this dominion rose
   from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
   no mattered genetic pool underwent
   white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
   which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
   basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
   ah those coveted legal tender

upon emancipation proclamation cessation
   to sell men, women and for x amount of bucks
akin to the soundcloud winged fowl clucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative

   (wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
   yet within the very fiber of tropical
   man grove persons patiently lined up their ducks

and declared as one of the first
   African American peoples
   INDEPENDENCE to be the word
   whence adulation, elation, inspiration echoing 
across ramshackle greensward.
Form: Imagism

Remember Waterloo

Ladies and gentlemen, laddies, lassies one and all
Water, water everywhere, be careful lest you fall.
Please take into account, we've found wet boards do shrink
and remind your children,  this water's not to drink. 

WHY, ye visitors to Snow Cave lake,
WHY for my job, you, your wat’ry fears forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures of geologic science
WHY in my presence, WHY try my patience?

Let's imagine we travel the shores of Gumee Gitchie
and pretend we're Wiahatha and Minnehehe
But alas! upon our banks, there is no naked maid.
Stay on the path, light-footed, if our lights should fade

Mine's to be the master spirit, your's to be the slave, don't sleep
Mine's to shape yourself obedient to the fuzzy words I speak
Flame and flood and stars and mountains from these primal waters seep.
Walking this path day in, day out, makes this young man weak.

All day I hear the noise of waters - above, below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing to and fro. 
Are there any otter questions, are there any?
My hearing's shot, but answers I have plenty.

How old is Snow Storm Cave you may be wondering?
As old, I would guess, as lightning, thundering.
Where are the Snow Storms?   If you see one let us know,
after guiding for two summers  now, I think it's melted snow.

And now we cross the Jordan or is it the Red Sea? 
On into Snow Storm Gift Shop where your money can flow free.
Please come back to visit us, whenever you've less to do
Watch your step, guard your purse, remember Waterloo.

A Guide's Speech, easily adaptable to larger groups, longer tours by adding more poetry selections on the subject of water in general although other subjects would likely work as well for the essentially deaf.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member This Age

Age

Because I could not accept this Age,
It did kindly accept me.
Does this Age make you shiver?
It does, doesn't it, its true?

The geologic time that's really present,
Above all others is our era.
Now age-old is just a thing,
To get me wondering if and quiver.

I saw the Sad commencement of my generation,
Somehow I mourned the birth of the new.
Are you upset by how tragic it is?
Does it tear you apart too?

I cannot help but stop and look, at the wooly kid.
A kid who is ungrateful. a kid who is muddled, confused
A kid for whom we can have hope, however.
If we can see nurturing him through.

I tried A I generated writing. LOL..I worked on it to make it more my own. LOL..
age

Premium Member Orchestration For Planet Change

The Instrumentalists

Percussion: Tectonic plate movement, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions
Strings:        Solar wind and flares, meteor hits, and galaxy intrusion
Reeds:         Polarity arrangement, methane control under the oceans
Brass:          Layered by temperature: air’n water in motion

                                         The Ensemble      

                      Instruments tuned for planet change
                      Compose symphonies in ethereal range:
                      Mystic music for geologic meaning -
                      Melody for cosmic listening.

                      Ages ordered in time pleasing Trinity -
                      On earth in the universe out to eternity.
                      Ice ages in millenniums, cycled through millions:
                      Our years but moments: compare the planet in billions.

                      Human lifespan is varied, in century duration,
                      So we might know our limitations.
                      Natural science is not political science:
                      Human hope is in God reliance.
Form: Rhyme

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