Nature at its best
Only the strong will live
Survive and spread.
The humidity was doing a good job of keeping pace with the temperature. Until around 10 AM when the thermometer pushed its way past 100. That’s when 176 frightened kids and a few old hippies staggered out of the crowded cattle trucks. “Alright you maggots, RUN,” voices screamed from beneath wide brimmed Smokey Bear hats. So, we ran…and ran, duffle bags slung over our shoulders. Hours passed before we finally came to attention under the blistering Missouri sun. All the while, the bears circled. Sniffing the air and grunting. “Don’t show them any fear,” one of the old hippies whispered, “they pray on the weak.”
Like nature intends
Survival of the fittest
Do not show weakness
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
Bout the animals that roam free, what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
Nesting season will soon be over
Fledglings are peeking over the edges
Yearning to join their parents in flight
Nesting season will soon be over,
While feral cats await like ugly vultures
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
Nesting season will soon be over
Fledglings are peeking over the edges.
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
On fluttering wings, ill-prepared to fly
Until darkness hides them in thick hedges
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
Mother Nature spares only the strongest
While the weaker chicks are doomed
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
On fluttering wings, ill-prepared to fly.
While the weaker chicks are doomed
The stronger climb inside the camouflage
Flapping their wings to gain strength,
While the weaker chicks are doomed
Sunrise, they leap from the covering green
Flapping with all their might, take flight
While the weaker chicks are doomed
The stronger climb inside the camouflage.
[Interlocking Triolets inspired by
a poem using the form by Emile Pinet]
Written May 16, 2021
Survival Of The Fittest
By: Miracle Man
11-22-2019
The sun plays peek a boo through a mottled sky,
And a Red Hawk circles in it’s lofty search.
Espying no movement in the grass from on high,
It returns from aloft to it’s dead tree perch.
Most times it searches from a high altitude,
Constantly looking for its next unwary prey.
It spends endless hours foraging for food,
In hopes of surviving for another day.
Survival of the fittest is the name of the game,
The Red Hawk kills striving to stay alive.
I suppose all creatures were gifted the same,
We do what life requires to just to survive.
“The surprising thing about young fools
is how many survive to become old fools.”
Doug Larsen
I gaze up at the pellucid sky
a red tailed hawk is flying high;
it scans for prey, which soon may die ...
rabbits run for your life I want to cry!
I watch transfixed, I am spellbound
and watch it swoop, without a sound,
perhaps its next meal has been found -
with luck its prey flees underground.
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The hungered in-flight spots its need to last,
The beleaguered seize every occasion,
Fittest scores a new day, other has passed,
Left to make the status quo unsurpassed,
Lost must survive and waive the equation,
The hungered in-flight spots its need to last,
Maintained senses and elements holdfast,
Increase numbers, better its evasion,
Fittest scores a new day, other has passed,
Hail, the victor sustain they will outlast,
Plans being than not eased their persuasion,
The hungered in-flight spots its need to last,
Offspring joins the frame, focused and steadfast,
Greatness in numbers, accumulation,
Fittest scores a new day, other has passed,
Determined as the best, they have amassed,
Balance favored being, spite invasion,
The hungered in-flight spots its need to last,
The beleaguered seize every occasion.
Date: 08/30/2019
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Scurrying about...
Darting here and there... panicked
Whimpering feebly...
Brave predators lick their lips...
Caged, trapped... helpless... caught fast
We act so different from them.
We have more complex minds, more,
Intricate ways of work.
They live, to support, to reproduce, to eat, drink, survive.
They feast don’t feast their desire, they fend for themselves among the selfish wolves of their pack.
Sound familiar?
One thing that’s different between us,
Is that we have a mind so grand, so complex upon the oceans of beings sprawled all around us, but.
What they have, is a mind, hidden from the truth, or, a mind only full of truth.
Emptiness thrives
Boredom conquers
Anxiety settles in
I enter the rat race
Poor Mr. Darwin
If only he could know
That genus homo (sapiens)
Created modern medicine
And that old familiar adage
Has virtually died
No room for natural selection
When a low zygote mortality rate
Gives them such great pride
They don’t purify our gene pool
But pollute it
With that ignorant and inhumane
Save the ‘baby’ campaign
And lest you think ‘eugenics’
So very wrong you’d be
The point is not control of life
But letting nature be
And this includes the right to choose
For those who bear the weight
To opt to grow the fruit
Is our responsibility
And if we do not change the course
And live sustainably
An optimistic omni-view
Should clear Charles’ frowning face
They said on ‘Wild Wild World of Animals’
“Evolutionary errors are quickly erased”
*Round One of an anticipated Twelve Round Bout*
With Special Guest Referee: Pyotr Kropotkin
And Everyone's Favorite Ring Girl: Leo Tolstoi
Postproduction by: Herbert Spencer and Rupert Murdoch
---//---
I'm gonna toss you away
To the crocs someday,
- And that's when I'll say:
"Try surviving through this!"
"Without receiving my aid!"
"If you think you're so 'fit' - Why not try to prove it?!"
I'm sure you're gonna say:
"Bu-bu-bu!"
"But wait! "
"I don't even know the difference between
'Darwin's theories on evolution'
and 'Social Darwinism'!"
- To which I'll likely refrain:
"Yeah-yeah-yeah;
That's what they always claim,
When they have one foot stuck in a mouth
And another foot bound for the grave..."
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
And the animals that roam free what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
Hard to watch!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
(Part 4 of 4)
Its Prophecies Are Coming ...Truer Than Any Legends'
They Are Parading Thru Time, Down To Us Like Pageants
Slashing A Path Across Fairy Tale Slander & Pagan Lies
But Those Who Read It & Believe Won't Be Surprised
... Then Past Armageddon's Aftermath
When Christ's Millennial Dawn Rises At Last
There'll Be New Scrolls Opened To Pave The Task
In The Journey Of Life On Forever's Path
(Rev. 20: 12, 13)
Down Thru The Ages of Our Histories
The Survivor Stands Thru Time, Victoriously
The Survivor Stands Triumphant Over Its Enemies
Against All Odds - It Wins Hands Down, Honorably
The Survivor Says: 'They Will Never Get Rid of Me!
For I Am GOD's Word ... Unto Eternity'
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet,
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world
We all live in
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