Let’s make man *****erectus the teacher said.
I did not know what they meant,
thinking it might be an appendage we should not add
As this Legos project was being done as a group project
in a fourth-grade class.
I voiced my concerns.
The teacher looked horrified.
She suggested that I look up *****erectus.
I did and felt foolish now; I could barely look at her.
I had never heard of the Pleistocene period
and barely knew where Indonesia was.
Maybe you could help with the lemonade stand?
The teacher suggested.
I ran to get the cups.
Categories:
pleistocene, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
Most laboratory mischievous
was a petri dish birth of the patent soulless
Retrograde thought waves,
cold stream of computer code consciousness
Clone algorithm doppelgänger breathe
into a body of artificial intelligence theory
Hollow cranial cavity
filled with synthetic mitochondria propagation —
Grey matter reversal movement,
Neanderthal cortical activity cybernetic
Experimental genome project,
primeval opaque was the ethical manifest
Microchip implants
rooted in Pleistocene motive —
Darwinian conquest: Amygdala tool
was nano technological,
at its terabyte best
Cerebrum devolution was a scientific success!
Test tube pre-cogs
predict a quark-y future gray
Matter of terminal importance
on a backward timer delay
Mesozoic void was the synaptic quantum leapfrog
Cerebral core of humanity drifting away
on a data entry log
Into the primordial fog
of a deity devoid day
10-28-21
Categories:
pleistocene, allegory, humanity, science, visionary,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Perched on the freezing northern high latitude
On the broken floating ice sheets the polar bears move alert
Looking down the holes for bearded seals for meal that may elude
Arctic ice flounders facing the climate change brunt
Ravaged bear habitat makes ground for extinction waiting to start.
Body of white fur reflecting the summer sun’s albedo, the polar bear
Entered as humanized character in Inuit and Alaskan folklore
A rare species, evolution separated them from their brown sister
Remote frozen time of Pleistocene made niche for them on Arctic ocean shore.
November 16, 2017.
Categories:
pleistocene, animal,
Form: Free verse
Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: They didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
on a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't suck, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading.......
Categories:
pleistocene, blessing, books, funny, hope,
Form: Free verse
“And God breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.”
– Genesis, The Holy Bible
35 thousand generations ago
In early Pleistocene man’s primitive mind
We First became acutely aware
Of the color Red
Red was Fire…
Red bestowed man
With awe and wonder –
Awakening our curiosity
Red accorded man that Special Anger
To adapt and endure
Founding our creativity
By necessity of survivals call
Cognitivity and Deep Thought
Were gradually perceived and attained
And we ripened into Noble
All because of the color Red…
Categories:
pleistocene, bible, history, introspection, science,
Form: Free verse
you are my most beautiful muse
from the Pleistocene to a kiwi
from a storm to the heaven
from the blue age to a gnosis
from a hearing to the naked eyes
I love your pink poetry
caressed by the absolute
Categories:
pleistocene, girl, inspiration, kiss, me,
Form: Free verse
Equanimity is like that—
great for day by day.
Triceratops comes out to play
among the smilers, scoffing
at his claimed reality;
the screams are left there,
hanging for a time,
when creativity refuses
to be stuffed back in the box.
The poor old fellow, horns and all,
will not be taken seriously,
no matter how he mugs
before the camera; believers yawn
until the soldiers join the march
behind the flags and pretty girls
with pretty legs--and then the band!
Our ugly, born again,
intrepid hero with his plated armor
never had a chance;
it is his destiny to be unloved
and munch his vegetables,
and sink into the pit
that feeds the armed machine
far past the Pleistocene
that hovers there
above his dream.
~
Categories:
pleistocene, allegory,
Form: Free verse
for Gertrud Widmayer, my landlady at Heidelberg
Why in pensive ticking, silent thoughts
You wile your time away
When all around huge swelling bells
Toll the days away!
Every hour that announced may go
Your silent hands take hold
And though the ages chimed in ears
Yours they never behold.
If all the clocks the world had known
Had struck one strong big note,
They would never still your plodding tone
Nor the working hearth you alert.
Do you wonder, wonder, little clock
What makes the grandfather tick!
Or his aching belly in the depth of sorrow
Cries to the world it's sick!
Thirty million years and Pleistocene dark,
They are one split second short!
And whimpering suns that rise and flop
Have scarce stolen your tick or thought!
So, my little clock, my faithful clock
When I hear the tall town bell,
I'll shrug my shoulders, one tiny moment
And know that all is well.
© T. Wignesan, 1957 (from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)
Categories:
pleistocene, song-world,
Form: Quatrain