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O, how will we ever cope
The dreaded meteor is on its way
The weather mavens say ‘No hope’
that those dinosaurs will live another day
What will we tiny little mammals do
without our super-sized friends
btw: They’re also predicting an ‘Ice Age’ soon
Whoa is us, inevitable is our end
But wait, what’s this I hear
Wooly mammoth and Mr. Mastodon
Grown large of a sudden
Surely we too can overcome our fear
*****************
Millenia later, Charles Darwin wrote that all species must
change their ways from time to time...
To survive, we adjust
having accumulated too much ‘climate convenience rust’
I’m an Asian
So, I’m civilized!
-Really?
I’m a European; an American white
I’m an Oceania and I’m civilized!
-Really!?
I’m an African
Victim of apartheid
An oppressed black
But, I’m civilized!
-Really!?
I’m a highly educated
Preacher, saint-type motivator
First-class nation of the continent
Aristocratic; elite business tycoon
Yes, only I’m civilized crown
I’m a Muslim; a Buddhist; a Hindu;
I’m a Christian, a Jewish, and a civilized true
I believe in God and holy revelation
I’m religious and a harvester of civilization
I’m an ultra-modernist
I’m a hybrid atheist
I’m the super-food of civilized myth!
-Really!?
-Really!?
-Really!?
Civilization- sneered trade of cultural stage
Famine of fancy in the definitive heritage
All stand on lame peaceful feet to mislead
And invite you to learn from the ownership
Oh! By this word, all are a funny trader
everywhere crawling as hidden viper!
©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25
Courage is one great ideal of someone who is
A symbol also of duty and honor. He
Protects our nation bravely, being committed
To fighting injustice perpetually.
Against all evil he fights
In his pursuit of what is fair.
Nobly he sacrifices for our rights.
A man with so many
Moral characteristics he displays, and
Ethical are his battles as well.
Righteous are his ways.
In times of need, we look to those like him:
Captain America, who always answers the call,
A Super-hero, indeed, for all!
I fight sleep like Muhammad Ali
Like I’m a newborn babe
I can be tired but still inspired
to write neon night away
But on this night I have a fright
feeling fuchsia limited choices
Is it a crime to lose your mind
When you keep hearing violent voices?
It’s my hazel hope there’s no ghost
For what would I do about it?
But unfold mahogany mind is broke
Makes you super sad to doubt it
If I say visiting spirit came one October eve
I could be indigo inviting all to true blue believe
Fear is that I heard a voice
because I am out of sorts
Fear is near that I am weird
and simply need the Lord
So I came to the emergency room
Not claiming to be clairvoyant or witch
Pills consumed made worse green gloom
Now violet voices bloom ain’t that a bxxxx!
Written 9/29/23 for contest
Let's Minichu on Fear but withdrawn
Sponsor Mohan Chutani
COME MY SUPER “SOUPERS”
Come,
My super “soupers”,
Raise your inspired pens
And
Gallantly fight,
The world’s suffering to
Alleviate,
From its agony it to
Liberate
And
Hope for a better future to
Bring!
Come,
The turbulent oceans of misery
And
The rough seas of hunger,
To pacify with your
Compassion!
Come,
To remove the mountains of
Enmity and hate that history has raised
In your way,
So
Free to run into each-other’s arms!
Come,
To plant, the merciless desert of
Indifference,
With fruit-bearing trees of concern,
For your afflicted brothers!
Come,
The abyss of divisions,
Dug by wars and mistrust for thousands
Of years, to fill
With
Your universal brotherhood!
And finally
Come,
My fellow Super “Soupers”
The whole world to embrace
With
The greatest force there is:
LOVE,
Thus it will not be mine or yours
Anymore, but OURS!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 March 2013
Lonely broken hearts, in stride
Lady Montague ---
She drank to life awaiting death
in runs Majesty's breath
never speaking of where she's been
Hamlet fed up leaves the scene,
as Captain Black bends his knee
for the Queen who embraces Mr.
Beam in Marches ferociously
little Putin -- bombing everyone.
Lenin looks up as a flock o' geese
inspecting the sun and screams,
"Russia's end so soon!"
Spider Man sinks his silk
upon the violent stupid tongue
arising from the ground says
invisible man,
"who tried butting me while I went
down upon wonder woman!"
Humanity's self-demise!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
For those being born wealthy,
there's something missing
to make them complete;
vast fortunes don't make
them fully competitive,
or eagerly inventive,
because comfort has already
bee given to them...
Realize that poverty has a rich side,too;
the kindness of friends to share in every smile,
those helping hands to give what they can,
and warm arms embracing: to gather your strength when you have none!
I desire nothing besides being strong and trusting anyone who's true,
to overcome all hurdles and reject pride,
opposing temptation and unsound advice;
and who can really know me...better than I?
Gamblers and losers will tell you otherwise,
" Squander your money for a chance at being super-rich!"
And will luck open its gates to let abundance flow?
You have bashfully peaked across the only side of the good life,
but not a glance of compassion was given to begin with,
because a diamond is more vain than a stone!
Shelter from cold is home to vagrants with improper attire,
prayers can help one find purpose...not to face life alone!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
From Des Moines to Kansas City wind tunnel sideways
sixty-two miles per hour in a straight line always
a fierce super tornado that roars down Interstate thirty-five
throwing farms up in the air, livestock no longer alive
a quintessential tornado, dreaded and rare, a derecho
there truly was no way to hide, no places to shelter or go
a memory of terror that would last three states forever
many torn up families returning to home, never
a deadly derecho is what many do not survive
a terrifying experience up Interstate thirty-five
affecting Missouri, Kansas, and Iowa that day
the horrors of that creature forever here to stay
There is a Mr. Fix It
That lives on my street
If you want to call him
You should have done so last week
Because he is always busy;
But you can call him on the phone
His X will answer for him
This is Rent-A-X but he's gone
How may my X help you
You know I was married to a squire
He can repair anything
With duct tape for he aspires
To run a super business
Where the calls come pouring in
Then he can hire many people
And he will just sleep till ten
Just last week a new pool
He did put in his front yard
Placed a table in it, ladened
With grand buffet of food
With an extension cord on float
To a tv in a sinking boat
He and all his buddies
Could watch tv and tell jokes
When the extension was inserted
In the plug-in in the house
It tripped the power breakers
Now everything is quiet as a mouse
Form:
I saw a guy on the older side, he donned a mask
(All jokes aside) I do believe it worked for him'
On election days with glitz and spin, he soon found
That it would always magic away, all doom sayers
On most weak-days' also he didn't need a cape to
Escape, when reality menaced; right in his face.'
He'd just reveal his ace; in the hole, it seemed it
Would serve for any jail... Er I mean goal.!
It also helped when eating food, it cut on splutter
Which some think crude, I don't know if he's tried
It for dates ? Yet better late than never, also a
Spare might be useful? should the constipation break'
Suddenly..' He had a thought; on a cure, for all others'
Errant minds, maybe lobotomy's for them one and all?
Perhaps more panicking? Would be the call? Like Barak
O' Harris was often saying, get with programme'
There can be no neighing.' Just keep trotting on like
This; and see' its all in the scripting ( for the time to be)
Afterwards It's going to change, You'll get bigger letters
Apart from that; its just the same; old same.'