Some sixty million years back from today,
An asteroid, way lost, hit the Earth hard,
Devastating saurian reign caught un-guard--
Event that in the cosmic past might lay
As blink of tiny yesterday’s shadow
That left poor dinosaurs no chance well worth
But get wiped out with little trace of birth
Whilst it changed humankind’s chequered morrow.
Humans might hail saviour asteroid
That let them a new chapter to borrow
From Fate and dig a gigantic furrow
On future rule, pen a new page from void
And proved to be far poignant pain to Earth,
Come Death Stone, maul the manosaurs in mirth.
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Happenings | 11.04.2004, revised June 2026 | Earth, environment, fate, men, Sonnet
Note: To dinosaurs it happened once. What they could not have done, man has done in devastating Earth (can we call him manosaur?) The asteroid that destroyed dinosaurs I think need to visit close enough to at least scare men out of their mirth. Or let another asteroid have a close encounter with planet Earth. of the Earth, and if it has to go the dinosaurs’ way, it is perhaps good for the Earth.
A drop of summer, pleasing--over there
I thought it wanted me, no want of ground
but want of me, instead a pleasant sound
of birds merging and darting thoroughfare
seemingly clueless of their doing-dare
o'er crowds busy about, looking spellbound
course to escape amiss ahead turned round
to freedom with the banners released to air.
In the opened venues queues roundabout
every which way as the buying frenzy
curtailed from end to pass the noontime lunch
crowd slowing and going but caterers doubt
that the dinner crowd will be as lengthy
till gathering increased, gave them a hunch.
Brawl In Maul Horn Haiku
After brawl in maul
When prices began to fall
Bills had become tall.
What we will need you
To do when my poems are through
Love them that is true.
Greatest poems are now
Do you think maybe somehow
To love them should vow.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I used to hate chopping wood for the fireplace when I was ten, twelve, fifteen.
I even used to get angry about having to do it every summer.
"Why can't we have electric heaters? I want to go swimming!"
Well,
my mom still doesn't have electric heat in her house, even now.
Yep.
2009.
But for some crazy reason, when I visit her in the summer,
when I swing a heavy maul to split the placeholder before me
my shoulders are relaxed
and there is a smile on my face.
And every now and then,
when I bend over to pick up another piece of wood,
a little fleck of sweat drips off my forehead.
My smile vanishes,
and I briefly remember the boy that was.
Humiliated in that odd way that one can be humiliated when there is no one around to laugh,
I go back to my task.
I put the log up on the block,
aim,
and then swing the maul
crushing the dreams that didn't pan out into sawdust beneath my strongest blow.
This was final game of the year for the Pittsburgh Panthers, our team
Was to be a fight between bitter rivals, though one would fall
Our rival, The Mountaineers, had their best season, going to a dream
Both fought for glory, with determination at the Backyard Brawl,
Pittsburgh, the underdog, crushed dreams, at that Backyard Maul.
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