Long Populations Poems
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Dune 45 Is Not Near Mars
Dune 45 lies in the shadow of orange dark sand
Namibia knows distances, drifts and winds
Granular miles by car and camels heat
Earth knows Mars is far away as well
225 million km., remote, equally removed
Strange, sterile, in accordance with dune patterns
Never troubled by populations
Visitors are few and far between
No inhabitants at either place. Never in the way
Voids make for good bed fellows
By the dunes of Earth and Mars
Half hidden in the shade, sun rises
Beaches understand distances
There is more to life than sand
Dune 45 lies in the dark of an orange shadow
Lined up with others along isolation's path
Sun lends a helping hand
Covers such matters in desert meandering heat
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...No longer could they blame it on others,
or chock it all up to society,
their losses, their failings, due to their choices,
a hard truth, and many were not ready.
Some would see what parallel selves had done,
then find a gun, take a handful of pills,
others would set out to remake their lives,
convinced it was all a question of will.
Most of those too would eventually fail,
and join the others in departing this world,
people found loved ones lying in their homes,
deprived forever of their precious pearls.
I myself lost an aunt who had seen
a parallel self was a CEO.
She was a stock clerk, the sight hurt so much
that from this life, by her hand, she did go.
A cousin of mine is, somehow, still alive,
though so depressed he might as well be dead,
after seeing a life with the little boy
his ex-girlfriend in college aborted.
I guess I am one of those people too,
as I struggle with it every day,
versions of me, successful and happy,
writing best-sellers, blazing my own way.
In the end so many people had died
that the technology was seen as bad,
government banned it to stop the bleeding,
but that cat can’t be put back in the bag.
It’s estimated twenty-two percent
of my Earth’s populations is deceased,
nearly two billion, dead by their own hands,
thanks to the ‘wonders’ of technology.
The dyings have slowed, but they still occur,
it proliferates though black-market tech.
Hell, I am breaking those very same laws,
warning you about how our world was wrecked!
But seeing where you are in your research,
I feared that you were running out of time,
and even a small glimpse of the multiverse
is more than enough to destroy your mind.
Don’t do it.
Rainbow leaves have begun
Their carpeting of the earth’s floor
Leaving weird-looking naked branches;
Their abandon nests no longer with tenants.
As their waters approach crystallization,
Pond populations are on the decline
And what use to be thick blinding forests
Now yield visibility to once hidden curiosities.
No longer are heard cheerful morning avian choirs
Nor the nightly symphonies of the frogs and crickets,
And the 24-hour cycle seems to pass by in strange stillness
As ground creatures appear to have quietly gone deeply under.
Forested does and bucks leisurely roam the roadside
To now feast on tasty salt-seasoned grass of the season;
Above in the chilled spaces of the quiet blue sky,
Drone soaring buzzards patiently awake the roadkill.
Wrapped in my sitting blanket, my feet in warm furry slippers,
I sit here with my eyes flooded with warm fireplace flames—
Trying to imagine how the Underground Railroad was able to
Crawl mountains, run through valleys, and wade winter rivers.
Glibly goes; the globalists line deprivation is freedom
And eternal war is so fine' repression of the west that
Had afflulence and health.' That might spill over? to the
Third world..Kept upon its own shelf.' By empowered
Populations un-predated by war, in appreciation of advances, from the decades gone before..As thought
Pharoah Tutmoses; the second to none? The folk in
General are most numerous, of my riches whats is to
become? So he made 'interventions and punishments'
Hard.! to deplete them in number..To kill young males
His trump card.' And yet there was plentitude, innovation
All was well.' Now his agressive intention unto evil actions
Would sound the death knell.'
What a Life!
I was Inspired to write this Poem, because I wanted to create a few verses that could readily or easily be turned into a song. It talks about the struggles of having something of Value, i.e. Land, Diamonds, Oil, Other Minerals, etc. and encountering someone, or an entity with Great Physical Power, and the Dynamics of that Relationship. Whether or not if Justice, Concepts of Right and Wrong, and Human Decency come into Play, or if it all Boils down to Money, Greed, and Manipulation by the Use of Power and Force?
A Letter to a Friend!
The Events that took place which inspired me to write this Poem, is that while watching the news, I saw a situation where a young black male, i.e. Mr. George Floyd was stopped, arrested or questioned and the excessive use of Force was Employed, used or invoked which lead to his eventual Death. Which I think was unnecessary and completely avoidable. For in Identical situations or circumstances for individuals of the Caucasian race, this escalation of violence seldom if ever happens or not as frequently as it appears that it occurs when dealing with members of minority populations i.e. black, brown, or Other Segments of Society.
What I Miss Most are the Words left Unsaid!
This Poem came About by the Sudden Passing of My Father, and how unexpected it was seeing that I had spoken with him the previous weekend. The Pain, Love, Regret, and Other Emotions which I Felt suddenly come to the Forefront or Surface of My Mind, which I had to deal with. The Lives he Left behind, and the Implications of Choices which He Made While he was still Living.
While You Were Here, I Wonder if You Thought On These Things Too?
This Poem was Inspired by the Feeling(s) Evoked by My Father's Sudden Passing, and the Realization that I Still Love Him, Though HE Was Not Perfect, For He Had Numerous Children born to Women who were not my Mother. Though Him Being Married to my Mother the Whole Time, made me Question Fidelity, Love, Integrity, Honesty and Numerous Other Concepts which I Had Always Taken for Granted. As Their meaning and Definition being explained in the Oxford or Webster Dictionary. My Relationship with Him is More Complicated Than That.
tens of thousands years ago
(a figurative out in left field ball park figure)
*****Sapiens (or the forebears of said species),
deliberately sought sensate satisfaction
with deliberate zeal
shucking clothes
(perhaps just an animal pelt hiding pubes)
answering (on a private line),
the call of the wild,
not yet verboten feral common weal
way before the identification of venereal
disease (though most likely
germinal forerunner), yet to rank
as demise forecasting deterministic,
fetishistic, hedonistic inviting
Gonorrhea, Herpes, Syphilis, et cetera to an unveil
ling, then (of course) average life span
of primate predecessors brief, nasty, and short,
thus demise from sexually transmitted disease
unlikely the cause of death,
nor spelled catastrophe that would seal
the fate of mankind unlike the here and now,
when the Apocalypse Israel
aside from conflagration
decimating Rohingya's, Uighur's, Yazidi's,
countless other minority populations
severe distress they feel
plus Middle Eastern countries got a raw deal
subjected to their own variety of slaughter,
which genocide ranks as Syria us injustice
calling for immediate appeals,
injunctions, sanctions humanitarian appeal
against inhumane abominations,
terrorization, violations
rather than passively witness
innocent lives being trumped.
Once read that a kangaroo can't jump
Unless its tail is touching the ground
I've tried it and I couldn't jump either
I too was literally earthbound
Heaviest land mammal is the elephant
Weighing close to 8,000 pounds
Me mum-in-law comes in a close second
Those booms are her walking around
A quarter has 119 grooves on its edge
A dime has only 118 grooves
Bet you'll be able to sleep well tonight
This information tends to soothe
A whale's heart beats only 9 times a minute
Faster when they're having sex
Imagine the picture you guys are seeing
Afterward, smoking a cigarette
It's a little-known fact that baby robins
Eat 14 feet of worms a day
The heartburn these guys must be having
Need lotsa Pepto Bismol I'd say
If you decide to walk all the way to the sun
It would take you bout 2000 years
If someone started back in 18 A.D.
They're just about to burn up, I fear
In Turkey, back in the 16th century
Drinking coffee could get you hanged
Imagine if they killed you for that today
Populations would drop with a bang
Every 8 seconds, a new baby is born
Every 14 seconds there's a death
Suggest we all stop having sex every night
Coz there won't be any space left!
To A Mule
The feats of Tim and what he was able to accomplish were remarkable.
The site of heavy cotton sacks, stacked high upon his back, is memorable.
He did his job splendidly, and no one registered a complaint against him.
He was teachable, reliable, and strong, as long as you fed and watered Tim.
There were no cargo fees or tolls to pay; and all one had to say to him was, “Ho, or Go!”
If you cared for him properly and duly respected him, he would never say, “No!”
Who would not want to care for someone who lifted burdens and carried heavy loads?
Tim seemed always happy when ever I saw him being ridden by Bubba along the roads.
Bubba and Louis were the workers who used Tim to ploy or carry heavy cotton sacks.
As a boy, daddy taught me to cultivate with a single ploy attached to Tim’s strong back.
The likes of Tim and his fore parents had been used on farms for many generations.
Their use declined when tractors took over with changing farm worker populations.
07132016 PS Contest, “To A….” by David Lindsay
The white tribe
In Europe and in other countries, with sizable white populations, the worry is, are the white becoming a minority?
It used to be easy, the white were the English, Scottish, and, reluctantly the Irish.
Of course, there was the Vikings in Scandinavia too blond for their own good and tended to be seen as an apparition.
The French were sort of white, except for those in the South they were like the Spaniards of Andalusia positively Arabs; as were the Portuguese of the Algarve
with the colonization of Africa and the east, by the English, the Spaniards the French, the Portuguese and
the rest of white nations who wanted a share of the loot.
As we march forward in the immense unknown fog
we call future, for lack of a better description, and with the realization the definition of white was too narrow, the Arabs were included as were the Chinese, although it must be said, the Chinese do not take kindly being called “white” but unblinkingly accept the term. For business purposes.
The white race thought they were a majority, what with armies and so on and they released the illusion that the powerful white race was an illusion, even Britain today has an Indian Prime minister, not to mention the Jewish never considered being white, runs the cultural life
and the news outlets.
White, these days doesn't mean skin color but is about financial well-being, knowing the language of the day
spouting democratic slogans, condemning Russia and Putin, and wishing them horrible deaths.
So you can be a Kenyan and considered white, whether a Kenyan would agree or not depends on his income
I reach for my immortality as my human body dies
my mind alone survives up in the skies
Download my brain from the cloud above
into a clone of youth and health
A body that again use physical love
a mind controlling unlimited wealth
Clone after clone forever I shall live on
only the spiritual soul long forgone
Like changing a suit you change a body
eternal life makes science the new almighty
The common masses expire
there cries grow weary and tired
Only The Few can be us
immortality is a trust
Life is what you make it
mold it and reshape it
Populations explode
a simple virus takes its toll
The planet more precious than human life
The Few entrusted as it's midwife
birthing a new order to live
control all by taking and never give
Not godlike but like god
The Few forever rule all
Everything by our will
do whatever we feel
The universe must be explored
reach for the stars for powers more
The lowly can never understand
we created ourselves the new Adam.