Waterways, red cliffs,
ancient underwater caves,
back to the Pangea age,
continents fused as one.
I stand in the stardust
of a million-year-old memory,
a flutter of songbirds,
a bouquet of warblers,
the wild swoop of blue jays.
Hummingbirds check me out.
My breath hovers over crimson wildflowers.
Long before the idea of a kiss,
when love was mystery,
the earth entered it’s quaternary period,
the age of humans.
A time of gestation, anticipation,
the Great Lakes birthing,
hawks soaring, the first migration.
All we see of that coded mapping
are faint skeletal imprints,
visible in glacial rock formations.
The stone I cradle, a mountain remnant,
honors the ancestral presence
and my encounter with raw existence
The lake shivers as falcons dive,
beaks and talons fisted and footed.
A drop of water touches my face.
Profound. As much as a human caress.
Categories:
pangea, appreciation, earth, history, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Critical Race Theory
No chance!
No, they haven’t a chance,
Even if they wanted to,
which is unproven to date.
Migration, is a Nation, don’t they understand?
Blood is all the same colour and it’s just too late,
For any colour on demand!
Un-evolved and distant minds may contemplate the title
But the knowing of our planets mutation is absolutely vital!
Vital and important to comprehending all the races
To watching all the shades and spectrums,
Of all the different faces.
No, the Theory is full of errors, the world cannot go back
Pangea has arrived in different form,
And made a different track.
Goodbye Theory, you are simply out of time
And Mars is calling, we may all become
Tints of the colour Lime.
Categories:
pangea, future,
Form: Rhyme
We are Adam's progeny,
But we separate ourselves from each other.
We are no more our brother's keeper;
Like Cain, we are diabolical.
Xenophobia feasts on our heart;
No sympathy for strangers.
We chew hate speech in the home;
We utter hate speech on media.
We look down on other race;
We must have forgotten Pangea.
Superiority complex spawns slavery;
It is psychological.
The disease of the strong is racism;
The disease of the weak is xenophobia.
Shut your door against tribalism,
And seek refuge with xenophilia.
Categories:
pangea, africa, anxiety, black african
Form: Political Verse