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There was a Mantis, a sweet young girl,
Who wanted to give mating a whirl!
She found a poor boy
With whom she could toy,
Who didn’t know his life would unfurl!
Footnote:
Some female Praying Mantises are notorious for eating their mates after or even
during the reproductive act. Strangely, this doesn’t deter the males, typical!
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Perspiration beads my beleaguered brow,
running in rivulets down cheeks aglow.
A hazy miasma the air does plough,
electric energy begins to flow.
Distant rumblings, crowned palm trees start to shake,
gorgeously lush green fronds partner their dance.
Waves rippling the ground harbinger earthquake,
eerie silence, then lightning’s jagged lance.
An earth shrieking crescendo tears dark skies,
a tsunami of sound deafens each mind.
Birds of Paradise scream with fearful cries,
as two tectonic plates viciously grind.
Silence resumes, a young friend lifts his head,
widened eyes white within a dusky den.
I speak, “See brother we live we’re not dead,
dispela wantok bilong Jackson Ken.”
Footnotes:
I lived in Papua New Guinea for four years in the 1990’s.
The earthquake was 6.5 on the Richter scale, epicentre within 50 mile away.
Jackson Ken is a young Papua New Guinean man whom I befriended and who ended
up working for the company that I was managing.
The last line is Pidgin English, widely spoken in P.N.G., its root bases are German,
Dutch and ‘modified’ English. It basically means that this fellow/man (dispela, which
is me) is a cousin brother (wantok, usually associated with another member of your
own village) belonging (bilong) to Jackson Ken.
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Plundering poets' works is pathetic,
Lusting after fame through theft weakly lame.
Acts in true nature non-empathetic,
Garbing the thief in a cloak of black shame.
Immoral is this foul activity
Against another author's questing mind.
Raping another's creativity,
Indulging in this crime so unrefined,
Signals a soul unworthy of respect;
Muse on this poem's truth and self-reflect.
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Amazonian
rainforests relinquish life...
Gaia’s lungs expire
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Massively mighty thunderous rumblings
Orchestrate incendiary ‘arcings’;
Towering black titans roil, darkly twist,
Heart’s lifeblood readied lands shall soon be kissed.
Earth’s gales rise, roar, the screaming aether rack,
Reel further as seared heaven’s bellow, “Crack!”
Nature begins her cleansing cold shower,
Animals cower as does each flower.
Tumultuous downpourings now begin,
Under tin rooves a terrifying din.
Raging winds rise, a cacophonous sound,
Energized lightning again strikes the ground.
Ionization invades lit senses,
Negating misplaced hubris’ defenses.
Amazed wonder courses through throbbing veins
Lost in joy at these life nourishing rains,
Lamenting not at this storm’s seeded gains.
Humbled by Gaia’s sheer magnificence,
Enthralled by her eternal diligence,
Rapture overwhelms my intelligence.
Molten heat has been balanced by blessed cold;
As storm clouds depart twin rainbows stand bold,
Jewelled colours sparkle in afternoon skies.
Elegant pink starts to tinge sunset’s eyes,
Scintillating stars caress heaven’s arch;
Towards infinity they onwards march
Yielding such beauty a sad soul they parch.
Note, utilizing the second last line from "Gully Washer's Whoooshhhhh".
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