Some things we can touch are truly set in stone,
From creatures living in sand, to ones choking on fish bones
They get stuck in mud, and dry out under the sun,
til after a hundred million years, fossil’s are well and truly done
You see many died at sea level, in any shape or measure,
some resurface atop mountains, forced up by tectonic pressure
Now we chip away slowly, using a chisel and hammer,
breaking open their mould, without making too much clamour
Information cannot be destroyed, it lives on forever
and human consciousness too, is simply far more than clever
We give the universe meaning by making observations
without us to see it, there would be no quantifications
Death is not the end, merely a quantum vibration
from mass to energy and back again, without any violations
So go ahead live your life, then come full circle,
time and space can’t endure oblivion, consciousness being eternal
Originally written 12/07/22
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
12/19/22
Categories:
prescience, allusion, humanity, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Prescience
Essence of love suffused in dreams...throughout countless mystical realms.
Penned: 12/1/2022
Lake Worth, Florida
Categories:
prescience, allegory, inspirational, love, magic,
Form: Monoku
~ death ... breathes a heart beat -
each tender thrum draws closer ...
the explosion ... Life ~
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Magicicada" Poetry Contest, Maureen McGreavy, Sponsor.
Categories:
prescience, analogy, birth, journey, life,
Form: Haiku
Prescience of time
The story structure presented
Now final endings
Categories:
prescience, writing,
Form: Haiku
There was no colour in the nude
and skin deep fire was raging
not leaving much of a trail.
A Janus cat,
that is our man of polity
with two faces.
Walking alone at midnight,
that is larger than life, on
death of a galaxy, where -
the crack of dawn meets
dandelion to decide the course
of bloody day. They were –
coming in huge lots to kneel
and kiss the hands of their master,
who will leave his signature –
in deep cleavage. Who was
guarding the doorway to
my sleep ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
prescience, art,
Form: ABC