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Premium Member Nature: This Greta Thunberg Equinox

Today a youth of the world stood up, 
Stood up against fat money cats,
And stared them down with words made of real, 
Accountable ecological facts,

About how the fat future of money is ending, 
A future without any trees,
How mass extinction is occurring today, 
With cash from the coal power disease,

And she stood alone, shaking against hate, 
Forcing fu***rs like Trump to run,
Back to his hordes of redneck support, 
Of religious who think he’s “The One”,

Today a small girl, who hates crowds of people, 
Stood alone and said what she said,
Demanding we all stand and give back her hope, 
And I stood because she is our friend.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Resurrection Polka Musical Chairs

Water is uniquely ancient, yet it hasn’t aged a day.
It’s older than Dr. Leakey’s bones. 
Older than Olduvai Gorge.
Water is older than life itself,
Unaltered by evolution’s chaotic ebb and flow.
Undiminished, though redistributed,
Surviving every mass extinction,
While continually redeeming itself through the sacred trinity 
Of evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. STOP!

All the water that exists today is all the water ever was, 
Lapped at by pterodactyls and mastodons. 
Slurped down. Pissed out. 
Recycled over countless generations,
And though polluted, can ever be made clean,
Giving blood, and sweat, and tears
Their most obvious property:
An aqueous disposition at room temperature. STOP!

Water raining down. Water drying up.
Raining down. Drying up. 
I naively let it fill my cup,
Conformed to the shape of my emptiness, 
Because that’s the American way.
All or nothing at all. Love it or leave it alone. STOP!

Now I’m a wallflower every social hour,
Where cup half full and cup half empty
Cut the rug like Fred and Ginger. STOP!

My cup is full, but my dance card’s empty.
There’s no one here to even tempt me.				
Billy Idol sang a song about that issue. STOP!
				
Hard water. Rock hard.
Hey, Culligan man! STOP!

AND WE HAVE A WINNER!
Form: Burlesque

Premium Member Extinction

Extinction
            
                 Each thing, each being  is destined to extinct
                  to initiate new text in new print.
                Life originates, species are evolved
                 Diversities run swing to get resolved.
                 Era after Era comes in array
               New generation comes, old  goes away.
                 Life is desirable and nature will enable.
                Extinction is inevitable, even undesirable
                 Chances also play big role in evolution
                 Natural catastrophe cause mass extinction.
  01/04/15


   Contest No. 233 any theme/form max 10 lines by Brian Strand
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Mother Bird Star Warmth

Seems so surreal...billions of beings
held in place by invisible forces 
atop a giant spinning orb
dependent on the charity of
mother bird's star warmth.

It's a golden time for Earth and mankind 
conceiving and evolving, creating 
mastering fantastic things.
Flying machines and curing diseases.
Searching for the key to the speed of light.
Unwinding the helix-dreaming in spacetime.

Ego, as an algae bloom, enters the gilded room.
Disturbing the divine and pure nature of things.
Warring and serial raping...rinse and repeat.
Mankind so volatile, so violent, so unkind. 
Careening toward another mass extinction.

The beginning and ending deeply set in scripture.
Trimmed and encrypted, whittled down to imperfection.
With an ungodly amount of editing in between.
No wonder mankind seems detached and indifferent. 

Mother bird star warmth will remain. 
Long after the golden tide of mankind subsides.
She'll pulse her warmth to the next icy orb...
Hopeful that grace will finally overcome ego.

Premium Member How do the Fish Feed ???

When heavy rain has caused mass run-off from bare farmland above
and the creek has become murky and muddy reddish browned
How do the fish, the turtles, eels and also tiny shrimp, maintain vision, 
to fossick for their food in the locality where they are found

In the tropic monsoon wet season, it can often take some weeks
before the creek has subsided and the water finally clears
Environmental pollution, that results from mans pursuits,
it's exponential, been happening for years

Will it take mass extinction of most of humankind to return to sanity,
on this beautiful creation, known as planet Earth 
Craziness prevails throughout the human race
common sense and love seems to be in a state of dearth
Form: Rhyme


Convoluted Reflections of Possibility

Convoluted Reflections of Possibility

Artistotle reflecting on the nature of man
Convoluted reflections of possibility that can 
Manifest into existence at the clapping of a hand 
And contest the resistance of what it means to take a stand

For what you believe in because it’s worth more than words 
As the form that reprieve brings can assume the absurd 
As the worn out grieving cries out to be heard 
The storm that sees things forms a lesson to be learned 

Execution of task based focus for productivity 
Revolution for the last placed locusts of ingenuity 
Elocution of the past raced moments of equanimity 
A solution for problems faced by components of volatility 

A considered position on all the formalities 
While omitted precision consumes the tonalities 
And committed decisions presume the congeniality 
As embittered revisions exhume the commonality 

Respected renditions of insight that provide profound conclusions 
Rejected derisions of dark light that contrive around confusion
Inspected omissions of stark fright that arrive at sharp protrusions 
Reflected precisions of delight that that strive to negate the art of delusions 

The might of one man propelled by absolute conviction 
The sight of a hand compelled in resolute distinction 
The bright command environmentally repelled into a mass extinction 
The light reprimand contemporarily expelled by a mute political collision 

The lines of regret upon a forlorn face crying 
The times we forget to warn the race that is lying 
The crimes beget of the forms of grace that are akin to testifying 
The sublime correct the norms in their place while the innocent are dying
Form: Rhyme

Hey, Straight People

Hey, straight people,
Why do you hate?
   You won't leave it
Open for debate.

   Hey straight people,
Why do you harm?
   We refuse silence,
We ring the alarm.

   Hey straight people,
Why do you kill?
   It's just a *****, 
It's no big deal.

   Hey straight people,
Don't tell us how 
it should be.
   I won't bother you,
You don't bother me.

   Hey straight people,
A little equality.
   We are the same, 
When it comes
To biology.

   Hey straight people,
Stop your 
discrimination.
   You’re pushing for
Mass extinction.

   Hey straight people,
We are who we are.
   Because of you, 
We carry a scar.

   Hey straight people,
We just want to be happy.
   We are different, odd,
And sometimes tacky.

   Hey straight people,
We can love who we want.
   From the coast of California
To the forest of Vermont.

   Hey straight people,
Remove the barrier.
  Your religious conviction,
Nothing is scarier,

   Hey straight people,
We never hassle you.
   You choose to fight,
 Hate, and argue.

   Hey straight girls,
Leave us alone.
   Keep your butt in your
Straight zone.

      Turbo1904 ?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Darwins - Six Days of the Weak

in earths long 'daze' of...
evolutionary change life has
heard five 'geo-logic-calls' for a...

few species to not change...
in the 'darkened' days of
massive population decreases...

in answer to the logic calls for life...
to exist on a 'time isle' planet where-in
days be as endless cycles of difference...

monday --->
monday night - be called the 'ordovician mass extinction'
tuesday --->
tueday night - be the 'devonian extinction'
wednesday --->
wednesday night - be the 'permian extinction'
thursday --->
thursday night - be the 'triassic extinction'
friday --->
friday night - be the 'cretecous extintion'
saturday --->
saturday night - be human 'party time'


stans sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Sensing the Future

In the flow of time to eternity
currents of the river called present where we are
will churn in the future whirlpool of uncertainty,
in its swirl everything known will disappear.

From its depth a new sense of life will float,
sail to the senseless shore of the machine age,
navigated by human robot,
feelings lying dead in artificial intelligence cage.

The expanding universe will shrink,
as space travel will take man
to the distant galaxy’s brink,
and the earth will be visited by the alien.

Global warming will melt all terrestrial ice,
ocean will invade land in times dark,
for its actions mankind will pay the price.
Someone will invent modern Noah’s ark.

Future breakthroughs in gene manipulation
will make in humans leviathan brains,
rogue neurons will design route of mass extinction,
for all the people will then turn into Frankensteins.

October 30, 2019
Contest : I Sense Tomorrow is the Future
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
Form: Rhyme

Extinction

The crust which formed 4 billion years ago,
Only came at the extinction of the molten,
And the microbial mat fossils keenly found
From 3.48bn years ago, came from graphite! 

Over 99% of all known species are extinct,
Vital life is just a specification of yourself,
You will influence others for better or worse, 
Life is ours and not god’s to mould or sculpt. 

Those who are by you truly most inspired,
Will inevitably become strong, bit like you,
To supersede, to survive in another’s place,
Such that humankind is becoming better.

Speciation by niche events is very beautiful,
It codes life by behaviour and not by speech,
Inherited genes are based on action, deed, 
Rather than on religious articulations devious.

Mass extinction is not normal, ending comes
To every species of any kind in every society:
Up to half of today’s plant and animal species,
Will be extinct by 2100 without question, doubt. 

Death is ok, universal, and happens to us all,
It’s normal, and from it comes something good:
From death’s non-entity, speciation happens,
Which allows life’s structures to flow vibrantly.

Evolution does not exclude anyone, no one,
Not the week, not the disabled, not a starfish,
Every individual’s struggle and pride matter, 
And the fit, moral, are modelled and mimicked.

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