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Little Tyro seemed normal at birth
Green color, long enough, the proper girth
But when he didn't grow for nigh on a year
Mom and Dad Tyrannosaurus were filled with fear
One day they took poor Tyro to the dino-vet
Who confirmed his parents' worst fears yet
Little Tyro had a very, very rare mutation
That caused its victims diminished maturation
Little Tyro would barely get to grow at all
In fact he'd barely be 50 centimeters tall
He'd never be able to go outside and play
For he'd be stepped on by others right away
While his prognosis certainly wasn't very good
Tyro made his way in life, as best he could
Then one day, a miracle came along
That freed him from a destiny, gone so wrong
A giant meteor whooshed down and struck the Earth
To climate changes and an Ice Age it gave birth
All the big, cold-blooded dinosaurs up and died
But not Tyro, who tiny body stayed warm inside
For there was something the dino-vet just hadn't known
Tyro's mutation meant he was a mammal full-blown
Warm-blooded, friendly, cute and full of fun --
He became Neanderthal Man's favorite pet, bar none!
June 19, 2019
Entry in 'Dinosaurs For Children' contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
If so.
Do you like poetry?
If so, I will write something for you.
Do you need someone to love you?
If so, I will see what I can do.
Do you want to be wanted?
Do you need to be needed?
If so, I will be here for you and I will tell you my truth.
I could picture you being happy with me.
I could see us walking hand in hand.
I can still see your smile,
Each morning when I wake up from my dreams.
I think you are drop dead gorgeous!
I love your style.
I think you could be growing on me.
Only when you leave do I lose my leaves
And your summer dress is replaced with winter’s tears.
Is this the only way that it can be?
If so, you are still the only one.
The one I want to spend my time with.
You are my energy drink,
You give me wings.
You make me believe that this could really be love…
A love at long last that is bound to last
And if so and it truly is meant to last,
Then I will be forever happy,
Because I saved the best for last.
Let me be the first to compliment you on how beautiful you look today.
I took a second look,
Because a thousand horses couldn’t drag my eyes away.
I cannot just forget you;
That is something I am unable to do.
It is not every day, or any other day,
That I get to see a woman like you.
In fact it has never happened before;
You are unique.
You I could adore.
If only you would want me to.
If so, would you please tell me you want me too.
I will be over here waiting through another ice age;
Waiting for you to breathe new life into my veins.
My air; my water; my sun shine.
Say it ain’t so, or say you will always be mine.
If you want to be loved, then I will love you forever.
If you want me to go, if so, then I will be gone.
If you think you could one day fall for me like a feather,
Floating down from up above, you are sent from God,
Then here I will wait for you to land safely in my arms.
I will wait for you,
I will carry you,
I will lift you,
I will hold you,
Because you are the only one,
Who could make my chaotic mind become calm.
You could guide me to a place of peace in stormy seas.
I could love you, always, if that is what you need.
Do we share our empathy with each other?
Or am I just a loser?
I need you to tell me…please.
Here is my heart, it beats only for you.
All I say to you is true.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
T-rex with his stubby little hands opens cans for the raccoons.
They are in existence in dinosaur era, they come out with full moons.
He is helpful and kind, but many do not realize or know.
His lumbering body intimidates some, when he walks through the snow.
Yes, it is beginning to get colder, soon the ice age will appear.
I am sad to think of it, for T-rex and other dinosaurs are dear.
He is a great guy; he brings provisions to the prairie dogs every day.
They love him because he encourages them to be joyful and play.
You cannot tell by a person’s bulk or height whether he is nice.
T-Rex is a sweetheart, which is why I hate seeing the ice.
I know he will soon be extinct, but hopefully his friends will remember.
How kind this huge beast was in October, November and December
Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life.
The continental divide craft the Americas,
termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
from the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants,
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.
Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions. King mop & mow.
Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.
Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom.
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom.
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
NORDIC ECSTASY
You asked me a question, a nostalgic one
Where I was in the seventies
I was in the land of the midnight sun
With the descendants of the Vikings.
Looking at Norwegian rocks, their structure
Along the corrugated coast of the North Sea
I found myself on the lap of pristine nature
As beautiful on earth as it could ever be.
The ice-age glaciers have all melted away
Carving deep valleys for the fjord networks
To enter the lofty land the sea gets waterway
Where on azure clarity the sky disembarks.
Summer sun touches the arctic horizon
Goes up unset at the midnight hour
The sunshine on the night hangs on
Making the body clock go haywire.
The grey sky flushed with the aurora flare
Gleaming winter nights danced on the snow
I could still feel the Nordic ecstasy of the air
Though it touched me such a long time ago.
February 22, 2018.
Trump’s the promoter who doesn’t give an iota thumps Minnesota
Damnation of mongrel nation’s fascination with immigration quota
Each voter another boater sailing through every derailing floater
The ICE age rages on front pages centre stage masked Miami Vice
Tasked & asked by the elite to beat any Asian who likes some spice
Shoot at every protest hoot boot out any non caucasian eating rice
Murderous lice slice & splice US already killed not once but twice
Toted odd bods devoted to guns on roughshod runs promoted as Gods
The resident President nods doesn’t give a sod it’s all about the wads
Against the odds rogue vogue Rogan brogue bogan pods onward plods
Will erase poor prods with taser rods buried in clods by Death Squads
Bogus slogans in a country built to the hilt on colonial guilt a melting pot
This lot forgot that America should could be the ultimate cultural hot spot
Not a blot beast of vultures feast on have nots with the least & society’s rot
Paralysis whole country’s in ICU lies on dialysis then dies from a blood clot
Almighty Evangelical Angels delight at the trite blight as might's always right
Scorn despite being born here the fright at sight of friends stolen in the night
No respite from sworn spite of religious lite.. the colour of ICE is bright white
We know what they will do facts skew impacts broke folks of a different hue slew
Nothing new slate voodoo as focal local few hoodoo pacts imbue hate will spew
Whatever your view be vocal as you never know next in the queue could be you
Trolls with Christian souls still rue losing control.. last roll of the dice the ICE crew
LOCH NESS
Nestled in rugged lap of Scottish highlands
A sprawling lake, the Loch Ness, swerves
In blue hills of old metamorphic rock bands
Lost glacier melt of the ice age it preserves.
The times of huge dinosaurs have long gone
There’s a rustic belief of mixed pride and awe
Vestige of extinct reptile species survives alone
They fondly call Nessie, its age they don’t know.
In mystique nights when the supermoon glows
Struck by the lightning the silver clouds flicker
The lake weaves a tapestry of light and shadow
That’s when they say Nessie swims in azure water.
If you ever try to explore the mysterious lake floor
You may not discover the secret abode of Nessie
Even if you don’t believe in the highlanders’ lore
Lively play of aquatic shadows on water you’d see.
January 1, 2018.
I am low to the ground, covered lizard, I will always be
I am not easy to catch, even more difficult to see.
I have not been around for ages, this pun thanks to ice.
If I do say so, and I do, my rounded back is very nice.
Forensic experts spent many years wiring bones to see
What I looked like when I was alive, for the ice age truly scattered me.
My tail was my weapon, a mighty blade, tipped with big spikes.
Other dinosaurs stayed away from me and my vicious cousin, Tykes.
My favorite foods were brad-berry bushes, and lawns-cloth grass,
Bushes as extinct as me, probably unknown as the Ice Age came up fast!
We did not have TV, we did not have a car, but we had a terrific life.
Spoiler alert to this riddle now, a sweet stegosaurus was my wife.
Ever since world's creation
earth's reshaping is of note.
Climate-modified history records
begin about the nineteenth century.
Theories document data revealing
collective effect of change
influence climate patterns.
Paleoclimate ice age records show
solar fluctuations, volcanic strength.
Human-induced environmental threats
are minor in the big scheme
of climate change dynamics.
People should not be held responsible
for and cannot in a meaningful scope
deter circumstances of climate change.
Some say this process has to
be stopped. They also predict
dreadfully harmful outcomes to future
generations with no real suggestions
how to reverse or slow down climatic
events. Billions of dollars
have had no effect so far.
March 25, 2018
7-10 Contest By Emile Pinet
8th Place
A non rhythm, twenty two line blank verse poem with 190 Syllables and the following count -
7 7 10 10 10 7 7 10 10 10 7 7 10 10 10 7 7 10 10 10 7 7
It must have been a gelid night in January
when an Ice Age warrior appeared in a very frightening dream;
his strong voice so distraught startled me...
I screamed by feeling his cold gaze that had a strange gleam.
" Shivering boy, I am the Ice Age warrior...please hold this sticky ice cube
before it turns into dripping liquid and I will suddenly die without a cry;
follow me and learn how to survive through the next ice age...it's not YouTube
where science fiction doesn't satisfy but leaves one with a mouth so dry."
Entered in Skat-Oz's contest,
" Ice King "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 7/29/2013
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