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Well that didn’t last long :P. Here’s the last poem.
This is a world of Big Men
Where Straw Dogs get burned.
Cruelty is the point
When power’s abused and unearned.
Here’s Day 5.
Eyes are the window to the soul
And mine are filled with clouds of grey
I just don’t get it
What is my soul trying to say?
Dark skies soothe me.
Sunny days are meant for play.
I don’t listen when my brain tells me
I’d rather be sad than gay.
I don’t like homework.
Studying burns my soul.
But give me a Star Wars guidebook
And I’ll swallow the damn thing whole.
What is the point of all this?
What lesson am I meant to learn?
Why did I choose birth over bliss?
Why does my soul yearn?
My head is full.
A sink with dirty plates.
My head is empty.
Day 4 of my Poetry Challenge.
Puff Me Up
I’m a Tier One Operator
Knocking down the hesitators
Send you to the undertaker
Say hello when you meet your Maker
Don’t hold me back
When I’m on the attack
I’m a predator on the prowl
Hunting fowl when I run afoul of an ornery owl
I don’t underestimate
I channel the hate
Redirect with verbal judo
Throw the fire back at you
Knock me down and I stand back up
I don’t frown I just puff me up
Here’s my crown and I’m like, “Wassup?”
Such renown cuz I don’t fuck up.
Day 3 of my Poetry challenge.
The Blackest Age
From whence came the blackest age
With blackest clouds of rain and soot?
Alas it is said that Nature’s rage
Had rendered the question moot.
The Earth’s Black Blood allowed feats impossible
Watch us fly to the Moon and back!
It was never entertained as plausible
That we would fall on our faces flat.
For men seed their dreams with blackest space
And greedy whims stir their blackest hearts.
How then, did they save face
After failing before they’d start?
No galactic civilization for us.
No straight line from the caves to the stars.
Any visions with starships are bust.
We barely even made it to Mars.
The costs were too high.
We made Gaia fuel for the fire.
It was enough to worship the night sky.
Rather than burn in a global funeral pyre.
Day 2 of my poetry challenge.
Life and Death swirl.
Like snakes intertwined on Hermes’ staff.
One becomes the other and back again.
An image cast long before Watson and Crick ever graced this Earth by
Beings supposedly not real.
Because the gods never left us.
An ancient code.
Encrypted missives mailed one generation at a time.
We are bottles for messages sent by the first hominids.
A chain letter that never ends.
Blueprints for feet, eyes and ears.
Layouts for smiles, songs and other fun things.
Look even further back.
Details hammered out in 3 Billion B.C.
First drafts written and rewritten countless times.
A line here from Eukaryote.
A paragraph edited by Tree Shrew.
A throw away gag from Archecibus.
An epilogue by Homo Erectus.
And there at the last.
A signature from Homo Sapiens
With a flourish at the end.
There are an infinite number of pages left
Before the story is over.
After watching the inaugural poet Amanda Gorman read her awesome awesome work on the national stage, I was filled with inspiration as well as a burning question: if a 22 year old can write nationally acclaimed poetry, why can’t I?
The answer to that question as I soon found out is… I can’t. So here is my personal challenge: one poem a day for the rest of the year! Can it be done? Here is the first one.
They say Atlantis fell in a single day and night of calamity.
Monoliths toppled, pylons felled.
The fires gave way to waves and were quelled.
In the end, was the final nail hubris or vanity?
Culture, art forms, language destroyed.
Tectonic shifts and rapid decline?
Or a slow process of millennial unwind?
Could warnings deter what Nature deployed?
The Ice Age ends.
The ocean swallows human achievement.
The elements ignorant of bereavement.
History’s page bends.
Disappear from the record, ancient cities.
Begone from our memories Mu and Lemuria.
Away with you Sundaland and Beringia.
Let impossible stones be a riddle for future committees.
Millions perish. Millions flee.
What was eternal, changes.
Humans settle new ranges,
Where the land now meets the sea.
The borders are set.
The maps are redrawn.
The land is reclaimed by flora and faun.
The Earth cares not.