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First came Storm Ciara
On Sunday the ninth of February
She caused total havoc throughout the UK
Heavy rain brought serious flooding
Her gales so strong brought buildings tumbling
Whilst on the Isle of Wight
The most southerly tip of England
Gusts of ninety seven miles per hour
Uncovered a fossil upon earth’s core
A Dinosaur footprint from a Therapod
Who had strolled along this beach
one hundred and thirty million years before
Now in the throes of wind and rain
Another storm
Another name
He’s called Storm Dennis
Another menace
And he has just arrived
Brings heavy rain and gale force winds
I truly hope we all survive
his havoc and devastation
But like Storm Ciara he may unearth
never before seen hidden treasure
Showing even storms leave positive gifts
for us all to enjoy and explore at our leisure
Written 15th February 2020
Contest Strand No 680
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
CAVES AND CAVERNS Acrostic
Caves since ancient days provide
A safe den for animals to find,
Violent or timid being of any kind
Even haven for primitive humankind.
Shelter by Nature primarily defined
Aesthetic art in drawing-painting engraved
Naïve human carved scripts on walls of cave,
Designed illustration of prehistoric era saved.
Cavern the deep extension of cave dug by Nature,
Accommodating, protecting hidden treasure to nurture.
Varied colored hanging icicle stalactite with tips pointed,
Erect upward grown stalagmite tips rounded.
Running water yields wax-like stones, crystalline pool spar to explore.
Normal mineral deposits of water drips in walls, ceiling or floor
Spectacular wonderful exhibit of Nature to enjoy and adore.
08/05/16
Edited on 04/10/20
Third Place
'STRAND PICK 7' Contest by Brian Strand
In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked,
One page unfamiliar to me
Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked,
Was the animal listed for P.
For a pangolin isn’t your average beast,
But an anteater covered in scales,
Looking quite prehistoric from head to, not least
Of its features, those long spiky nails.
It waddles in search of its main source of food,
For which it employs every sense,
Yet if threatened, it is very quickly subdued;
Curling up is its only defense.
I learned all about this today on TV,
But I’m glad that awareness was raised
In an alphabet book on which, ages ago,
Both my grandson and I once had gazed.
Thunder rumbled overhead and lightning split the grey sky,
As the little boat rocked with the rolling waves;
Salt water and icy rain soaked him,
Washing the puke stains from his clinging clothes.
As he prayed, the bitter taste of vomit and a strange stench,
Like rotting flesh and fish, made him retch again.
Then, his heart almost stopped as he spotted the sea serpent,
when it reared up, its neck as tall as a lighthouse
and its gaping mouth like a vast cavern full of stalactites and stalagmites.
Face-to-face with the prehistoric-looking predator,
He wondered who would believe he’d seen such a creature…
And then he screamed in agony as jagged teeth ripped at his flesh…
For Andrea’s Picture Perfect contest
Words "can" get you killed these days, they can inflame primitive passions in prehistoric minds!
What's worse, if those words pose a threat to power, by the simple act of
speaking the truth, (even if you congregate a big enough crowd that will listen),
and(if that crowd gets too big for bigger eyes and ears), then bigger egos,
with power, will see you as a threat, therefore making you a bigger target!
Yep, you really got a be careful on what you say, to whom you say it to, and more importantly, where you say it at!
With all the surveillance cameras, microphones, and satellites monitoring everything you say, or do, or dream, poses a threat to all of them!
They control both your dreams and nightmares! And they're more interested
in making all your nightmares come true!
And if they don't, you can bet, that there is one of their minions, just itching
to scratch their itchy trigger finger!
And you thought your hopes, your dreams, and your words were yours?
Silly Rabbit, tricks aren't for kids anymore.
The big boys got 'em, and tricks are getting dirtier by the hour!
I feel like I can't get clean enough, after basking in the bile and bacteria bred
by the "Barbers of Fleet Street!" My skin chills to the bone!
So, be cautious of their cut, cuz all of your open chatter, really does matter!
Your words linger on a razor's edge, and that edge is sharp, it cuts deep,
and it cuts quick! But, it never cuts both ways, you can "bank" on that!
Thus, we're living in a time where it's prudent to self-censor your own speech!
Words themselves may not kill, but the minion with a gun in his hand...can!
And will "kill" you for what you say these days! Whether you speak of your
passions, your faith, or lately, your political point of view. Just because "their"
view has been skewed by the rude, by the crude, by the ones with a foul attitude, "We" are its victims, its pawns, its prisoners!
So...Good luck everybody!
And more importantly...watch your words!
It started one day from an over fed bat
Raw and tasty alive and quite fat
Could be a snake the market was full
A rat, cat, all of them raw as well
But one creature stood out unusual at best
Strange looking and smelling it would pass the test
The poor pangolin a cute armored beast
Chinese gourmet food a savory feast
Dating far back to prehistoric times
Who knew eating it raw would be such a crime
Now corona is spreading and taking the living
Because of raw pangolin someone was given
It spread from the west all the way to the north
Killing and confusing before stopping short
From the north to the south and then to the east
Feeding on humans an unstoppable beast
Fear and panic rang out and the people they prayed
Bodies kept dropping humans were slayed
An invisible monster an unbeatable force
Traversed the whole world without any discourse
Wash your hands, social distance, stay in your house
Infected Or not keep to yourself
We wait for a cure, the buildings are closed
Roads are barren air traffic froze
Dark are the days black are the nights
Sleep stays away because of the frights
God bless us I pray for this to all end
Family and animals and all of my friends
But I pray for the pangolin caged for food
Who’s’ heart is pure and soul is good.
There are certain times in everyone's life
When we stop and sit there stunned
We meet this sweetie who blows us away
A totally unexpected someone
You find out things you never knew
Bout this person who blows your mind
A quality that's so infectious and sweet
It's head over heels defined
You're over the moon, as high as a kite
You are literally blown away
In love with a creature who's so amazing
They've no equal in any way
Your appetite's gone, your mind is mush
No idea the time of day
You're incoherent while talking with people
Can't decipher what I say
So it all comes down to love sweet love
With us for thousands of years
We all revert back to a prehistoric man
When that sweet sweet soul appears
EVOLUTION OR FIRM RESOLUTION
If anyone happens to mention evolution,
It could never ever be to the exclusion,
Of any faith worldwide, only to the inclusion
For all of us are steadfast in our resolution!
All of us believe in God, Maker of heaven and earth,
So let them bring on evolution, nothing to fear,
For this has happened over millions of years.
We have our faith which stands strong and true,
So let me tell you what I read and which is today present!
Johannesburg, Sterkfontein, some prehistoric few
Fossils discovered in the Cradle of Humankind,
Have become controversial, and Mrs. Ples? This find
In 1936 by Doctor Robert Broom went viral,
The whole world shocked, as the news did spiral!
Breaking news, the first ape looking human being,
Tourists from around the world have come and seen
Her skeleton, replicated but original in a secret vault,
Who, What led the archaeologists to dig up Mrs. Ples,
Carbon tests proved she was about 3 million years old,
For archaeologist this was more than finding gold!
Are science and religion beginning to talk,
About the most controversial historical fork?
Its sound very scary,
And of course we are wary,
So visit the internet and read about the cradle of humankind,
You will read of
Archaeological findings of millions of years ago,
It is important for us to know, so we can refute
It, or accept this finding
This has been shown by archaeologists to be binding.
First and foremost comes our faith,
Have no fear,
Perhaps just of interest to simply hear
Come and visit the Sterkfontein caves
Just outside Johannesburg!
Did God sanction this find or not,
Which perhaps binds the knot?
I’m not enforcing or insisting walking down this path,
For I am God fearing, but as long as my eyes can see
Which was God’s gift to me,
And as long my ears can hear, I cannot deny,
I have heard of and read this article
Otherwise, I would be telling a lie!
Conditionally,
“unconditional”
comes with its
vast conditions,
don’t you agree?
we invest our love,
and all of ourselves
into the adoration
and dissection
of all forms
of muses,
who will,
or will not
be found
swimming amused
in each others'
minds,
in each others'
poetry;
we are a muse
ourselves, egregious
to the rules of iambic
and other rigid romping
rhythms and rites
to be righted,
that we daily play
dodgeball with ardently,
it's like ducking from
incoming magpies
guarding their nests,
circling their
small-worldly boundaries,
establishing their tiny
very tight territories,
they fly in at us hard
with their sharp beaks
and their spit, they assert
they are allied with the best,
those well informed
highly schooled scribes,
who largely mistaken in mind,
dunk others less than less, and wait
for the curs'ed to float,
but in the sinking
those curs'ed
drowned muses,
in that terrible
horrendous misfortune,
tied to their dunking chairs,
eyes now wide open,
find diamonds
at the bottom of
their damned pond,
as they swiftly pass
schools of wayward fish
with no clear direction in mind,
and other monsters
pulling out hearts
with their pre-prehistoric
saber-toothed grins;
hellelujah for those
who bespoke for you
freeverse from the ego
within the heart -
it’s the mind that cuts
without hesitation,
draws lines in the sand,
limiting us to couplets
in greeting cards
sans ampersand,
conditionally
"unconditional";
the curs'ed
eventually wake
and they rise,
spilling tea
stirring
sugar 'n spice
into the bland,
who eventually
open their eyes
and their minds,
unconditionally
“conditional”
sans ampersand
heart
mind
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Oh, dear Nessie, how you captivate us
when you rise up within the Loch Ness shores.
You swim and slither just above the surface,
serpentine and solid to many eyes,
yet, still a myth in any reference book.
But what about the Giant Squid?
It too, a myth that started long ago,
seen surfacing above the sea with tentacles
that frightened men to bring back tales
of horror and dismay in what they saw...
Until now. The Giant Squid recently was found
alive and well in deepest depths of the sea.
First, one washed on shore and soon another
filmed on video in its 'prehistoric' splendor.
One myth now put to rest...how many more to solve?
So, Nessie...perhaps your turn soon will come
to authenticate your secret life in old Loch Ness?
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Mythical Creature
Sponsor: Julia Ward
The Giant Squid was finally filmed on video in 2012. This leaves real hope for Nessie (The Loch Ness Monster) to some day overcome her mythical status!
Real LOCH NESS MONSTER sightings video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjLmJlzZ0JY
Squid Story:
http://www.cnn.com/2013/01/09/world/asia/japan-giant-squid/