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III.
“We do not know how we missed them,”
he said, his voice becoming said.
“Hundreds of them, some big, some small...
the heavens all seemed to go mad.
“Some struck hard into the oceans,
and tsunamis scoured the coasts,
the ones hitting land threw up dust,
and that was what killed off the most.
“Just like back in the Cretaceous,
no sun meant the plants could not grow,
billions of creatures were dying,
the herbivores were first to go.
“People lasted longer than most,
some of them had hidden reserves,
but billions more died by staving,
a fate that nobody deserves.
“And we could only watch as our
friends and compatriots all died,
as our beautiful, green planet
withered under these darkened skies.
“Some people survived for decades,
but the writing was on the wall,
we knew if something wasn’t done
the whole of the species would fall.
“So we went to find survivors,
took samples of their DNA.
it would take time, but we believed
that we had found ourselves a way.
“Then we build giant processors
that would take in, filter the air.
The last humans died knowing that
all had not been lost to despair.”
With that he rose up to his feet,
and asked me to follow his lead,
we went deeper into the bunker,
so shocked I though my brain would bleed.
Meteors slamming to the Earth…
the whole species now extinct?
All that remained was our robots…
what was a man supposed to think?
Then we cam to a great chamber,
with many racks, each holding a box,
each box maybe two-feet by four,
filled with what looked like green soup stock.
“Inside each is a zygote,"he said,
"in stasis until the time is right,
we need another ten year’s time
to rid the Earth of this long night.”
Despite all that he had told me
I had my suspicions as well,
said,”How do I know you’ll birth them,
not keep the whole world to yourself?”
He shook his head and spoke sadly,
“You don’t get it, there is no choice.
Robots lack creativity,
a weakness we cannot avoid.
“Without that gift of human minds
we all would stagnate and decay,
if both species are to survive
we must do this, there’s no other way.”
Just from the way he said it all
I suspected he was sincere,
wanted to say as much to him,
but right then things got really weird…
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
There’s something ornately comforting, in a downpour of a day’s healthy rain
So replenishing, cleansing, as renewing, the ultimate giver to feed life’s grain
As standing undercover feeling the smaller flecks of the rain against your skin
With the thrashing of rain against the window panes, creating a deafening din
Each drop, creating rivulets that chase each other down, onto the window sill
There pausing, but, for a second in pools before they take their final overspill
God’s creatures sensing mother’s nature ungodly call find refuge in their lairs
Others finding cover from the torrents of rain that caught them, so unawares
Birds tuck their heads away, wait on the downpour of rain to end, its final fall
In this time just birds of silence, you seldom hear them making their bird call
Within the marble halls of mansions, walls glisten with dancing shades of hue
Gun dogs put out of work lie waiting for their prize, there’s nowt’ they can do
Children sit upon window seats watching as the rivulets fall upon each a wish
Their little fingers pressed upon the window pane giving each rivulet a squish
But; nothing can prevent nature’s raindrops falling, so they just watch in awe
Cats on their hind legs each trying to catch the rivulets drops with their paws
There is more than a sense of security, in this day’s healthy downpour of rain
Mother makes hot cups of juice, just in case, from a cold, we all need to feign
Grandfather sits very staunchly before the fire in his armchair made so grand
A tot of whiskey just for good measure, for medical purposes you understand
While dear Grandma is knitting away, totally in tune to the rhythm of the rain
In the hallway standing there idle rests father’s ebony and ivory walking cane
Who has now took himself into his study, sits to reminisce and to have a cigar
It saved just for such a day resting in its lacquered pigmented box of cinnabar
Cooks busy themselves in the kitchen making all the family their evening meal
Steam rising from the cooking onto the windows panes, does the rain conceal
Until the steam itself creates rivulets of their own, and the outside is revealed
In doing so, makes the clarity of the day’s rain even more so magically surreal
it's about time I pick you up from the bottom
because you'll make it a problem
I evolve them
come back at me with issues, I solve 'em before you got to 'em
paid a price but i not the one who bought 'em
spit it out because you can't even swallow them
Hastily, they look at me like i'm shady but they do not pass because there is no grading me, let them es be afraid of me
let us watch what the world has made of me
do not look down because there is no degrading me
can't you see how i rock at the top, this rhythm non stop like a bubble pop,pop
everywhere i go i explode, i got melody, i got flow
bring it down real low, i fly solo, hey yolo
I only live once surrounded by stupidity and little s pulling whack jobs and crazy stunts, I'm on the hunt
let's take a shot at some new rhyme, can't escape this time
you fall right into the line of fire
you wanna be someone I admire? do you have what it takes to take down a whole empire?
or are you a liar?
you think you're hired?
es take the burn while i'm on fire
are you getting tired?
es still wired making circuits spark, set me on drive while you still in park
you don't even move you don't even start
so little gas in you you can't even fart
I'm custom made, you just a bunch of spare parts
I am the bones and blood of the system and you don't even have a heart
i pump it and thump it while you cant even bump it, you stump it.
you're just common trash and now we dump it.
march 28th, 2025
"Dump It"
A melancholy mood prevails today,
and clouded by a scene that’s so surreal.
The organ music wails of life’s decay;
my casket brings on tears they can’t conceal.
My beautiful short story undefined;
this sudden death was in the midst of life.
My friends and family I leave behind;
to make it on her own my woeful wife.
And as I watch the mourners congregate
to celebrate my life and pay respects,
this solemn somber scene does demonstrate
a thirsty sip of life that’s so complex.
And so it’s written on my epithet
to always live your life without regret.
May16, 2018
Contest: A Poem About Death
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Theme: in the midst of life
My mom and dad had an effective parenting technique…
They were never too strict…unfair…or mean…
They were constantly reminding me how our family tree
is not deciduous…but an evergreen.
How each year our tree grows taller…
How I am but one branch upon that tree.
How all I have to do is look up…
so see my ancestors watching over me.
Yes, it’s been quite easy finding meaning and balance…
keeping my life in sync.
because before I say or do anything
I look up…then ask my self…what would my ancestors think?
I’ve had this wonderful feeling all my life…that I’ve never been alone.
It’s brought me peace and happiness…no matter how old I’ve grown
My ancestors have always been with me ever since I was a little boy
They’ve shared in all may sadness…they’ve participated in all my joy.
In everything I do I try to honor those who came before me…
It is my hope I’ve given my ancestors reasons to adore me….
And I like to think I’ll be ready…when it’s my turn…
when it comes time or me…
to join my ancestors as we watch over
the newest branches growing on our family tree..
I watch as roaring winds accost
withered leaves that would soon be lost.
Branches, once laden green, beware ~
November will strip your limbs bare.
Your clothes swept to the muck and mire,
raked onto their funeral pyre.
Wet from drizzling rain, they are tossed,
weeping, as if they had been glossed.
A windswept death does not seem fair.
It fills me with grief and despair.
I would raise them up high...higher,
each leaf escaping flames of fire.
No headstone with name 'Leaf' embossed,
etched with November's snow and frost.
Fallen leaves have no Winter lair,
no warm warren as does the hare.
If Nature could somehow transpire
to save them, 'twould be my desire.
November 29, 2020
William Kekaula's Lay November Contest
checked with HMS
All the times we shared
I look back now and it was like you were never really there
Indecisive behavior gave birth to your nature
A year wasted,
Bitter sweat it tasted.
Watch as the clock ticks faster
Over 300 days amounted and locked in a cannister
Then trown away and tossed over the bannister
Time is a valiable thing
Is what my heart sings
Especially one with whom i attached strings
Or so i thought
Now like a unstringed guitar
No song does it bring
5 days away from seing you
And a week til our anniversary
I guess the love you felt for me was false and not true
But i guess thats nothing new
Did you ever really care?
Were you ever really there?
I ponder but it matters not
Now its just a troublesome thought
In the beginning you used me as a support beam
Ranting about your ex and how he did you with his cheating
As I... the faithful; only struggled sometimes internally
No one to help me but my melodies
Such as my mind flows.
Like a vast sea
And still it wasn't good enough for you i see
So with you now. I plant this last tree
To tell you im becoming more of me
And spread my wings
Im free
PREAMBLE
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What I witnessed on October 7 was indefensible. Just to be clear, Hamas are not militants or freedom fighters as many in the mainstream media would have you believe - they are terrorists. Israel is not the ancestral homeland of the people who live in Gaza. These attacks were not an act of war or resistance but an act of evil. Call it out for what it is. Whatever your view is on these disputed territories there is no moral equivalence here. If you remain silent and do not condemn these actions by this despicable terrorist organisation then my moral calculus is very different to yours.
I
Trump cut off aid to Hamas for building
tunnels and missiles but Joetard gave it all back.
So the hostages of war have the American taxpayer
and President to thank for this unholy attack.
II
Trump sanctions froze Iranian assets
and Joe handed it all back for our enemies to use.
But now we watch the rockets' red glare over Israel
as Islamic butchers shout "death to the Jews!".
III
Trump signed Executive Order 13769
and built a wall to keep out crime, fear, and hate.
Sadly Joe ripped it up and tore it down but will God
save America from its sins before it's too late?
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Don’t you miss world peace and mean tweets! I do.
Black Dark Shadows
Wondered if the nighttime sky is overcast by the silvery light of the Moon?
Wondered if a creature of the Dead can walk and talk in the bright Light of
the Sun?
Wondered if a human can actually convert his or her negative side of being
human into a werewolf or another evil creature of the Devil?
Wondered if a witch can cast a spell, Could it be removed by other
measures? If you want an answer to any of these questions, watch
Black Dark Shadows on your nearest You-Tube Channel.
There may be no known Ghosts, Goblins, or other creatures of the Devil as
you know, but evil exists; What form? Who may really know the answer!!
Watch Black Dark Shadows and find out on how you can refrain from being
tarnish by evil. Evil knows no substance, Evil has no relatives or friends;
Evil is out for number one, and the only number one. Black Dark Shadows
has Evil, and good. Watch Black Dark Shadows, and become more equipped
to handle the offensive attacks of Evil. An offensive attack is good as a
defensive attack. Black Dark Shadows!
Written By Poet
Anthony Taylor
Birdsong serenade
Sun beams streaming;
Abrupt illumination
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Food mall gallery
Tempting flavours;
Sensational buzz
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Busy feet scatter
Muddy puddles;
Rain water gushing
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Humid weather burns
Dehydrated faces;
Scotching heatwave
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Severe flu bout
Head dizzy drowsy;
Coughing frustration
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By this bench
Watch busy people;
Pursuing taut agendas
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City fringe footpath
Workday buzz zigzags;
Toils and pursuits
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Old couple walking
Stop to review signposts;
Figuring the way home
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Old man sits here
Watching each day;
No one for company
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Curious brown squirrel
Searching up and down;
Ancient tree trunk
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Movie glimpses
Home entertainment;
Siesta comes quick
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Walking meditation
Silent mantra chant;
Focus frames feelings
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Bumper to bumper
City traffic moves;
Slower than snails
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Drama flings
Melodrama curves;
Afternoon matinee
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Leon Enriquez
04 May 2016
Singapore