In a time before the Eukaryote cell
Simple cells floated, and all was well
A garden of Eden in blissful flotation
Then innocence lost, onset of predation.
Big Bacteria attacked the small who were closest
Protists engulfed prey with phagocytosis.
Then plants arose, and to eat them, herbivores
Those herbivores got as big as a Brachiosaur.
Dinosaurs became birds by evolution
Hawks and Eagles were nature's solution.
They ate small mammals, natural balance.
No garden of Eden for a squirrel in the talons.
Herbivorous wombats became Marsupial lions.
A wolf marsupial evolved, such weirdness in science:
Looked just like one, evolved in same way
We think that in packs it ran down its prey.
Why can't nature leave its offspring alone?
Why endless fear, a danger zone?
Why must the predator evolve from the prey?
Can't we all get along, before judgement day?
In predation at least, there's no ill will
Some predator is hungry, wants to eat his fill
Intraspecies is where most evil arises
Home Sapiens specifically give us surprises.
Look at the nastiness once out of the garden
Nature should beg us for pardon.
rough sea waves heave
a deadly shark appears
a predator rapes an innocent
Longing flickers like a spell
loose in the dark...
a small, bright predator
pursuing the shape of you.
You appear where reality thins,
a shimmer of mist,
a spirit wearing light.
Desire opens its hidden door
and the door becomes sky.
I reach,
and my reach turns luminous,
a quiet magic
that conjures your presence
from memory,
from myth,
from the soft ache
that knows your potency.
Here,
in the enchantment between worlds,
you rise...
a mirage,
a star,
a dream
I can almost touch.
Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break
ONE STILL GETS AWAY
SWALWELL MUST CALL IT A DAY
BUT FOR TRUMP STILL NAY
The three-quarter angled moon -
like a monstrous, baleful, cataracted eye -
blindly searched the dark beneath
where death was heard in a cut off cry -
nothing else but a rustle in the undergrowth;
a struggle to breathe between two jaws.
Something kicked twice and then was still;
an unseen end in teeth and claws.
I froze to hear both a victory and tragedy;
for something was fed and something died;
and somewhere the babes in a den would be full;
and somewhere the babes in a nest be denied.
The moon will not always look down at creation
cursed to this time of predator and prey.
The lion and lamb will lie down together
because even death will die one day.
Deep beneath the twisted root,
Where silence wears a felt boot,
The mother curls in circles tight,
A ring of warmth against the night.
Her brush is draped like silken thread,
A pillow for each tiny head.
With silver tongue and patient grace,
She washes every fuzzy face;
A rhythmic stroke, a tender sweep,
To lull her restless kits to sleep.
She nicks the clay and clears the air,
The mistress of her earthen lair.
When hunger nips at bellies small,
She answers to their whimpering call.
She leaves the warmth of huddle and home,
Through silvered wilds and woods to roam.
She answers every hungry need,
And gives her waiting kits a feed.
But if the heavy foot should fall,
Or shadow loom against the wall,
The mother transforms—sharp and keen,
The fiercest flame that’s ever been.
With bared tooth and a warning low,
She stands between them and foe.
In golden coat and eyes of fire,
She is the shield, a mother’s desire.
Until the stars begin to pale,
And dawn unfolds its violet veil,
She keeps the watch, the sacred trust,
Amidst the roots and cooling dust.
THE GANG IS ALL HERE
JEFFREY HAD FRIENDS FAR AND NEAR
EXPOSURE BRINGS FEAR
Love can find you with a glance, and tries to pull you into the mist.
Love can try to pull you toward, using all the tricks that love can, love, and promises of forever love.
Love can use looks and words, calling you from afar, leaving the heart with feelings of awe.
Love is of God we are told, giving us a type of confusion, because not all love is true, some love make us blue, and cause our life to suffer a blow.
Love can control our heart and mind, making us have lost moments in time, as we dream of our loved one takes over our thoughts and mind.
Love can call us anytime, like a predator, it plans sometimes our demise.
Love can ruin us, because it takes over a lot of our life, making a slave of the lover that waits.
Love has its moments that can give us comfort and happiness that can make us glow, and also make us turn blue with sad from the love that was really a fraud and only wanted to hurt and harm.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Love me Once, and Twice again,
Summer Months, from Mice to Men!
Summer Boar, on Figs they Dine,
Now they Soar, from Pigs to Swine!
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grasshopper h ^. ^ o ^ ^ p ^. ^ s -•••••
~ happily ~ ~
~ haply ~
^. ^
| > . >>>>>
> ••••••
It hits fast with no trace
No warning…no face
Slips in slick and sips blood quick
Steals breath and whispers death
It chokes and grinds
Claws deep and rewires minds
No mercy…no pause
Just rot and crippling loss
It feeds and crawls
A shadow that shatters and mauls
No escape or way out
It leaves permanent scarring and doubt
We forgot to close the coop and a
predator came calling.
We became entangled by his loop
and now the government he's uphauling.
We let a nemesis on the premises,
so billionaires he's installing..
Slashing and gutting Federal agencies.
What will survive this mauling?
The chaos and the casualties,
so tragic and appalling..
starkly somber skies
omnipotent owl overlords
parliament prevails
Is ambition the predator
Is greed…
Indeed…
Lest they become the prey
~ or the prayed upon
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