How many women here
have been impregnated
by Elon Musk? looking for hands
He plans to repopulate the planet
single handedly - well, not handed
exactly - you know what I mean.
In Australia, great swaths of Texas,
and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender,
because his sperm is legal tender.
Factoid: you might catch a disease,
he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize
and several of them, frankly, look sleazy.
Of course, you’d have to listen to him talk. shivers
Unless you say, “Hey, can we do this without conversation?”
That’s when you’d slip on your sleep mask, and, well, you know.
But what would you be thinking about?
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FUN! by KiNG MALA [E]
BLOODONTHETIMBS by Bren Joy [E]
Categories:
repopulation, baby, birth, character, child,
Form: Rhyme
Whether white or classic-chocolate bunny,
Enjoy Spring’s hop-a-long of polyzygotic mirth.
Two floppy and expressive ears, so funny.
Toddlers cheer, and tenderly espy, life’s rebirth.
Grownups, too, giggle at the shattered hush,
The repopulation of carrot and lettuce noshing,
The shivering and shaking softness of plush,
A wriggling nose after a long Winter’s washing.
Categories:
repopulation, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl
knit into a temporary tomb
a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken
observed from above
by the butterfly, now set free
Where once a pine cone lay on the topsoil
awaiting a crucible of fire
tested and tried, but not to perish
releasing its seeds by the wildfire's heat
a burnt shell now lies, empty, broken
observed from above
by the new pine tree, with uplifted branches
Where once a tomb held a broken and torn body
stricken, smitten, and afflicted
awaiting the promise from on high
the disciples gape at the rolled away stone
"He is not here, He is risen!"
saints and angels rejoice in God's master plan
There is joy in the emptiness
//certain pinecone varieties only release their seeds from the heat of a forest fire, ensuring the repopulation of trees after a devastating wildfire.//
Written 10 Apr 2022
Categories:
repopulation, easter,
Form: Free verse
This day, in America, we remember those who died in battle:
MEMORIAL DAY — IN LIME DEPOSITS
In lime deposits, memories live on, as torrential flesh dies.
Cries in sunshine and rain, flower up bloody sacrifice.
The hopeful blooms of freedom’s caustic cost —
The poppy seeds would last, yet nowhere ne’er suffice.
On her proud lapel, dripping with measured tears.
Upon her adorned wrist the pressure of passion petals.
The nettles that fell the fighters of shivering yesteryear.
Still jewels shine, from the home, where the quivers settle.
How thick and plush, a ruddy head rush, the beautiful field
Of poppies that spread, endlessly abroad in Eden’s bower.
Reflective hourglass sands of the past, present and future.
Repopulation of the sullen earth with faithful ruddy flowers.
The crimson crib of a lover’s garden, salted with personal tears,
Whilst life traverses, without morse code, to one’s brief generation.
War but a scourge on man’s back — the epitome of Calvary’s cross.
A long line of souls, lifted upon an unselfish tree, of love’s veneration.
5/28/2018
Categories:
repopulation, memorial day,
Form: Quatrain
Mushroom clouds cover the planet
And deadly viruses to advance the plan
An obsolete species draws its last breath
The dust settles on the skulls of man
Souls free to soar the heights
From the direction of alien minds
Too emotional to appreciate the splendor
For our unreasonably fear-based kind
The repopulation of the Earth
With a half-hybrid stoic people
Eyes as big as those we've all seen
In the tabloids that made us chuckle
Factories for test-tube breeding
As operational as an assembly line
Producing state-of-the-art organic widgets
DNA mixed with another alien bloodline
Souls sucked out of the atmosphere
Into new bodies we are embedded
Now able to control our impulses
The Neanderthal gene extracted
Like an employee of the month
Doing my job as been instructed
I have a sudden deja vu
From something beautifully sculpted
I notice an exceptional female
Some how I feel a connection
As if in some way I have known her
Feeling something called 'inspiration'
I follow her with like a puppy
Then she turns to look at me
All four enormous eyes soften
And we continue our beautiful telepathy
Categories:
repopulation, funny, love, science fiction,
Form: Quatrain