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lovecanbereal

Evolution

Since the age of the dinosaur,
When all of Nature ruled supreme,
Then all was run by Gaia's Law,

And this new Earth was one blue dream,
Before the dawning of our age,
That heard the first tree-monkey scream,

Then whence from Evolution's page,
Stepped out the first bipedal ape,
To beat his chest in hairy rage,

And to yell with his mouth agape,
Then later on savanah plain,
Did he then make his great escape,

As there, now, does a trace remain,
Of his ancient hominid bones,
To lie there in the dust's refrain,

As the Creationist now groans,
To hear me tell of this stark truth,
His fantasy - he now bemoans,

Those fossil bones, in stone, are proof,
Of these long times, (now gone before),
When the cave's vaulted stony roof,

Girdled Man on its dusty floor,
The nascent Human newly mint,
From the long eons of his war,

For the first Eve, was hairy bint,
When so hairy was her glory,
And the first Adam did newly hint,

(Though, well, that's another story),
And so now, to, the Globe at large,
Came our Man all gruff and hoary,

Upon the World Stage, he did barge,
As the hair fell from his body,
The primal brain, it did enlarge,

He walked straight just like a rod - he,
Held up the Earth, like Atlas, now,
With a confidence not shoddy,

But this I say: - I do avow,
"What's become of Humanity?"
With each as greedy as a sow,

In this world's gross inanity,
Ship run aground on shallow shoals,
When all is but a vanity,

His burning of the oil and coals,
Does now heat this sickly planet,
As Earth, it, in the Cosmos rolls,

(Well, I doubt a god did plan it),
So this, his globe, he now must cool,
Or, to everything, say: "Damn it",

Well, yes, Mankind, has been a fool,
With his overpopulation,
And, this, I say, must be his rule:
STOP!, before there is damnation!


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Posted: Nov 2022
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Yankee4you

My Sunday Burden

Sunday has become so loaded down
With so many competing activities
Many people are burdened by choices
Moreover on this day meant for families
To get together and enjoy a day of rest
A time each week to do as we please
Free from the obligation of our work
Free from the scheduling of all activities
Outside of the observances of peace
When Sunday’s load will be lightened
And people can take a sigh of relief
Give thanks and practice their beliefs
Once again make joy celebrate and feast
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
I argue for the return of the "blue laws" and give Sunday back
it's truly meaningful role as a day of rest once again for families.
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Yankee4you

All Good Things

All good things must come to an end
We can’t go tip-toeing along pretending
Things will get better when they won’t
It does really come down to character
Honesty will rule the day if you choose
Nothing short of that really gains traction
We can live in servitude to each other
Separate without any or all constraints
Or continue to be herding in new directions
We don’t even choose or ever aspire to go
What gives this dance the wrong romance
Is neither I nor you wanted to commence it
So lets just do the right thing and how
Walk away with our heads held high
Not romanticizing something unsustainable
Life goes on and so it shall too pass behind us
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
Too much drama in modern politics.
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mcradloff

South Sudan

I looked up the poorest country in the world
It is South Sudan
It is located in Africa
I think of the homeless here
They are poor too
I saw a homeless person looking at the menu in the Hardee's drive thru
I'm sure he has access to food at the food bank
But
I know he would rather have some good food
Then there was the guy living in his car parked by the library
I wonder if he was hot as a car can get really hot on a summer day
Then I think of Elon Musk, the richest man in the world
Is it fair for one man to have 254 billion, and another to starve?
They say it is easier for a camel to pass thru the eye of a needle
Than for a rich man to enter heaven
I'm sure with his wealth, Elon will just make a bigger needle
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
What is real wealth? Money is nice, but peace and happiness go a long way too.
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Roashard

Adversity

Adversity can feel like a punctured lung, It makes you want to SCREAM " I Can't Breath" R.I.P George Floyd.. It comes and goes as it pleases.My people have scratched and clawed for an ounce of reasoning.. But what do they say "Just shut up and dribble" Time and time again they have tried to kill the Dreamer but the dream lives on and on .The voices get louder and louder they scream Change,Equality, Progress Over Pride,Me2,Black Lives Matter... I stand even in the darkness like Batman and scream Adversity let my people go!!
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
This crazy world!
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mcradloff

Customer Service

I used to work at Hardee's
I marveled at the girls who gave great customer service
Even to those who were rude at times
I wonder if these trying times have made customer service go down
I got some bad customer service this morning
I wanted eight chocolates picked from the counter
She wanted to give me a box, which is not as fresh
I told her about three times I didn't want a box
Till she finally realized I wasn't giving up on my original request
I left there pretty steamed, but I got what I had asked for
I see this petty treatment all over
At work, it clouds my day
Managers who just want to make a quick buck, and don't care about you
People like Jeff Bezos who only care about space travel and not workers
It comes down to actually caring for others
Because I can eat at home, but I go out for some love with my morsels
Looking for that one person that gets it
That really wants to give me great customer service
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I have been complaining about this issue my whole life, from my nonexistent family members who don't want to be bothered, to the voters who vote for people like our current blunder, I hope he's ok after his fall on his nonpolluting bicycle.
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mcradloff

4.79

That is what I paid a gallon for gas this morning
I figured I need a full tank to go to WI Dells
So I got three gallons to fill my tank
With my better gas mileage with my Chevy Cruze
I get about 34 miles to the gallon
My three cavaliers I had from 1994 to 2019 got about 25 mpg
So this trip will cost about 28 dollars in gas
Back in 2004 it would have cost about 12 bucks
How high will it go?
I drive 21.5 miles to work each way
I also put about 18,000 miles on my car each year
This year will be more as I'm taking a trip down to Texas thru Arkansas
If it goes to six bucks a gallon
It should take about 450 dollars
I seen a sticker on a pump on May 6 when the gas was 4.09
It has a picture of Joe Biden pointing
Below his pic it said "I DID THAT!"
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
This economy has me concerned, but not enough to go for a walk, these cars are a lot of fun!
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lindsyjonesonline today!

Russia against Ukraine, 2nd entry in Yankee's challenge

Ukraine was the subject in the year 2014
NATO did a lot of convincing and planning
closer and closer to Russia was the plan
and so the conflict has begun

2016 Trump in the US got elected
he assured peace all over the horizon
as a matter of fact now we know
no war or invasion took place in his reign

2020 the democrats stole the election
the puppets installed stupid Biden and claimed they won
look at him, what a senile pathetic old man
and so Russia attacked Ukraine again

here we are so anxious as to what's next
will Ukraine prevail or get blown into pieces?
in the meantime victims are dying
and the world just watch don't do anything

I'm thinking WW3 has just begun
it seems to me, we'll never really learn
humanity is doomed again and again
ah greed and power it always win

wake up I say, let's do something
we'll unite our vigor and strength
let's fight these fascist and socialist
let's pray to God that this will end.




About this poem:
It looks like there's no end to human sufferings because of power and greed

There's a presentation of Dr. Wendell Meirshuemer explaining why this invasion happened
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
He's a professor at the University of Chicago on political science and International Relations.
Very informative.
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Earlgreytea

The wounded ape...

Long and hard has been his walk,
From lush valleys and verdant forests,
To the present-day concrete jungles,
Hell-holes, all of them...

Many have been the grievous wounds the ape received,
And continues to receive,
As he marches on to his nadir,
The almost-darkness that has befallen,
Homo sapiens, sapiens...

From the first bottle of milk his tender lips embrace,
To the first apple he sinks his teeth into,
To the first steak he devours as a proud and hungry young man,
He is wounded by hormones, antibiotics, pesticides, herbicides, fungicides and insecticides,
The assault continues with the irradiation of food,
And now, he faces a new nightmare,
"Frankenfood", otherwise known as genetically modified ‘food’ fit only for Mary Shelley's character Frankenstein and the monster he created...

Let’s also not forget the deep and almost incurable mental, emotional, psychological and spiritual trauma,
Inflicted on him by a desperately black and dragon-hearted group of nth-degree satanic beings, hell-bent only on worshipping the almighty dollar and multiplying it by spilling the innocent blood of all in sight...

On the beaches, in homes, in restaurants, I watch in utter despair,
As once-beautiful, healthy babies now in their middle ages,
Have been turned into unsightly, obese and disease-ridden blobs of rotting flesh,
Ripe pickings for a brutal ‘big-pharma’, dedicated to anything but natural, vibrant health,
Interested only in the obscene profits to be made from milking the savings of fear-laden, injured souls, seeking some relief from their many wounds,
By peddling them toxic products, designed only to mask the symptoms and cure... nothing...,
Fattening the already bloated purses of Wall-Street sharks...

The wounds are endless, for both the male and female of the species,
School, false higher education, society and trendiness, banksters, credit cards and mortgages, taxes, prisons for profit, etc., etc. ad nauseam...

Will the wounded ape ever receive lasting healing...???
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
a fellow wounded-ape and a tired healer...
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Mizzy4

Truth v Lies. (Yankee Challenge)

We see the lies in smoke filled skies
That fall down on Ukrain,
In frightened youth we see the truth,
They're tears are molten pain.

How deep the lies in Soviet eyes,
They know not truth or peace
For power and greed they pay no heed,
To cries of war to cease,

But in that zone they're not alone,
We've seen it all before,
The Nazies and the Serbs still have,
A lot to answer for.

How many more must die in war,
And rot in unmarked mud,
Before the warlords realise,
The cost is paid in blood.

As Shakespeare said from his death bed,
"To thine own self be true,"
You won't be false to any man,
Nor they be false to you."
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
Thanks for the challenge Yankee.
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