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DINOSAURS
Let me take out my thesaurus
And talk about them stinky dinosaurs
I have my own theory on the Mesozoic Era,
First I'll share my reason on the Continental Drift
Who's to blame for the disconnection of our jagged sierra?
It could've been the Jurassic reptiles that caused the world to split!
My favorite meat eater is the ferocious Allosaurus
Sharp claws- sharp teeth,
terrorizing all the dinos walking on all fours.
Sneaking up while they eat and gaze the veggie heath.
Striping away chunks & chunks of meat!!!
A prehistoric predator eating his way to the top.
Preying on other dinos as if they where all pork chop.
I also like the silly Velociraptors!
These carnivores gathered and hunt in packs.
Should I call these wanna be birds 'gangsters'?
Since they had each others backs!
I also like that funny looking pea brain Stegosaurus
Look how his tiny little head is attached to that gigantic body.
I bet that dino was the dumbest of all dinosaurs
Once again imagine an 80 foot long Diplodocus,
or, a 90 foot long Apatosaurus- also known as the Brontosaurs.
Along with the largest known 45 foot tall Brachiosaurus.
Can you imagine a herd of these dinos over 40 feet tall.
Leaving a path of destruction like a tornado.
Turning the earth upright, tumbling the ground with one fall
Flying high in that sky, swooping down to the seas.
In the Pteranodon eyes, every thing looked like Pease.
Don't think I forgot about Mr.. T.Rex
How funny he looks with them little claw like hands,,
A nightmare in his own neighbor hood,
A scavenger, prowling to see what he could eat next
What a big O' bully that Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Lets not forget about the 3 horn Triceratop.
I wonder how long it took Mr.T.Rex to bring Sara to a drop
Last but not least
I like the little egg thieves
Hiding and kidnapping all them babies,
before they hatched, into their herds like armies.
Now that could be a theory to the real Dinosaurs Evolution.
One can't really say why the dinosaurs went away
Maybe the climate, or a star explosion leaking out radiation.
Scientist don't know why dinosaurs had an expiration!
I have a crazy thought!
Maybe all them egg eaters ate the dinosaurs into extinction.
By:P.D.
Cocoa from this bean derived
Essential to this product
Scarce thought for the deprived
With creamy blend of milk and butter
Our tendency to indulge
A fair wage and exchange- it's juster
Alas sugar laden, it feeds the bulge
And addiction
In assorted shapes and packs
To enhance temptation
While the bean pickers live in shacks
Obesity the scourge of the West
Small amounts only is the lament
Hard work and long hours spent
Sparse time for rest
An essential gift for the yearly fest
And post elective fast
Fair trade for all we must propound
You see its full of beans
So make it last
The Swag-man
On the north side of the river
The water tumbles silver slivers
The rocks just peeking out to form a rapid fall
The waters speeding over the top of the new born water fall
The south side of the river
The calm waters waiting there
The flows of silver slivers reflections are beyond compare.
The golden autumn leaves reflecting in the river
Australia summer is going to sleep but not yet time to shiver
The swagman packs his swag to find a winter bed
The tune of Waltzing Matilda perhaps dancing in his head
He heading out beyond the black stump
He’s not sure of where he’ll park his rump
He’ll travel where work can be found
And park himself till spring comes round.
A train siren screams in the desert
Impoverished by strangers' intentions on board
Desert winds howl at a fictitious moon
As my door is rattling with ghosts without names
I jump into the passing train with my restless mind
What if I can't grab the handles and fall into the Abyss?
... Coyotes will devour my heart;
its heaviness will become theirs for Life...
Perhaps that's why they travel in Packs - to ease the pain
of lonely heart punctured by their canines
I see myself at the foggy window of a passing train
"Take me with ME !!! "
I cry as my train disappears in the water-sky of a Mirage...
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Deep in the Badlands, are canyons that claim
many a man, who rides without name
He's hiding or runnin', from somethun' he's done
Outcast, or outlaw....without any fame
but keeping a lookout for someone to come
A hawk circles low, on a brown afternoon,
like a curious vagrant, in the land of the sun.
On the trail in the Badlands, while the afternoon sighs,
are two saddled horses, two men, and their packs.
Cowpokes done riding, with the sun at their backs.
with pall of white clouds driftin' over their heads,
from a rift in the cottonwoods, that frame the canyon's ledge
The riders have paused, under gunmetal skies,
searching the canyon, for a place to bed down
to un-halter their horses, before the stars fill the night
To stare at a fire, with meager a bite
and a place to find shelter, and rest up for the fight
They will drink in illusion, as the horses refresh,
as they prance through deep waters, on the next summer's day
They are thirsty for rest, wipe the sweat off their brows
Will be back by the sunrise.....when they're back on the trail
Keeping a watch, from the canyon below,
But moving along, as the tumbleweeds roll
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Cowboys In The Badlands Contest: Sponsored By Isaiah Zerbst
9/20/14
Hinterland
It is not a romantic outpost but a place of survival
The landscape, mountains and forests are war zones
where battles are ongoing.
There are no rulebooks here, it is raw capitalism
in action, the strongest always wins.
A moose cow’s newborn must get up ready to run
in minutes after birth predators are on the hunt.
Wolf packs fight over dominance; insects kill insects
In this dance of death, the sparrow eats flies.
The talon of an eagle grips a trout and eat it alive.
When the sleeping bear awakes, pity the salmon.
This cycle of life if broken by man, spells disaster.
In a desperate world
Where man is hated
This fur clad woman
Her cyborg pack created
Silvered dogs
Mechanical teeth
Squatting like humans
Engineered breed
She stands there proud
Holding her sword of MacBeth
Forwarding her packs
To hunt for death
The earth now barren
Stripped and bare
Skulls and bones
Lie everywhere
Even the sky
Refuses to come out at night
Even the sun
Refuses to burn bright
This once beautiful planet
Now rancid and wretched
With this fur clad woman
As her cyborg dogs fetch
Who would have thought of man
To be treated like this
For thousands of years
They had already lived like this
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A boy King was born in Bethlehem piquing the interest of three very wise guys.
They came from the East guided by a mysterious Star streaming from the skies!
They got a fix on the Star with their GPS and with AAA aid, planned their route,
To make the trek to that unlikely place to see what the hoopla was all about!
They mounted their royal camels named Chrysler, Lincoln and Cadillax.
(Lesser breeds named Chevy, Honda, Kia and VW toted MREs and packs!)
Reservations were made to stay at Oases Embassy Suites along the way,
Ensuring they provided swimming pools and golf courses on which to play!
They took along a generous supply of gold, frankincense and myrrh,
And platoons of Green Berets as guards should any funny stuff occur!
Their route took them o'er mount and vale and through dunes of shifting sand.
Sans their GPS and I-pods they would've become lost in that desolate land!
As they neared Bethlehem, they enquired, "Where is this King of the Jews?"
They were told, "Take a left on Palm Mews, then a right to Holy Mews!
There you'll find Him wrapped in swaddling cloths in a modest shed.
There was no room for Him at Holiday Inn so He was born there instead!"
They paid their respects and presented their gifts as they knelt in adoration.
Learning in a dream of Herod's plan, they high-tailed it East in a new direction!
Herod tried to find where the sweet Babe lay and his innocent life destroy,
But he lived to become King of Kings regardless of Herod's nefarious ploy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Hear the sound of Winter's retreat
trickling away beneath your feet.
And gush into a swollen creek;
where surging waters swiftly peak.
Watch cascading waves wash ashore
as time and tide play tug-of-war.
And feel the ice packs crack and break
as they shiver, quiver, and quake.
Smell the sweet scent surrounding Spring,
subtly clinging to everything.
And taste the sweetness of the rain,
easing Winter's cold grip of pain.
Although there are no guarantees,
Hope is hitched to a tepid breeze.
And expectation starts to bloom,
as Sol’s light brightens Winter’s gloom.
I am your basic product in demand
I am on the market shelf discounted
50% off, marked down as special
I am on the bridge between the shifts
I am a shopping spree gone wrong
Jumping off the ledge into the river cold
Time stands still regardless of the consequence
Prices tumble but never fall
I am now drifting into savings
At landing I become the values earned
Coupons have no equal
Back on dry land I come alive
I come in 12 packs egg-less empty
In cartons at the grocery stores I hide
Behind the sales lost packaging
I am on sale at any price
I am the market value stamped
I am checked out at all cost
I am lost at a cost transcendent