Clay Vessels

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atheism, climate change, evolution, extinction, Gaia, gods, Nature, Poem, Poetry

The gods are long past forgiveness.
Stick-carved dust and water-colored walls
have ceased to amaze;
The smoked petitions and pitiful prayers have ceased to amuse.

The devils of dust and deluge,
here, there, sprout as spotted lesions,
a leprosy cancered over this plague of man.

Thunderstones fail the heavens
and the earth opens her bosom
to bear the heart beatings
of hate meted among peoples.

The hills reject and the valleys swallow
that remnant clinging for rescue
as reward for misdeeds
of desire, rights, and obligations.

When it is finished,
it matters not if any survive.
The gods are but the apathetic imaginings
of the pretenders
to the crowns of creation.

This universe,
having chanced life once,
will chance it again,
and again,
without us.

Ballad of Creation

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amazing grace, aurora, ballad, common meter, discovery, evolution, life, music, Poem, Poetry, Richard Dawkins, Space Travel, tree of life

(a solstice gift for my followers..

since it is a ballad, it can be sung to the tune of Amazing Grace
maybe we can get Professor Dawkins to sing it..)

Amazing world whereon we’re bound
and what a joy to be
and celebrate life’s beauty found
from sky to depths of sea.

And in the twilight of the night
the stars go round about
Auroras’ verdant velvet light
to nestled arms devout.

Do you recall our journey here,
our birth within the stars?
The stardust coalescing near
and lit by solar fires?

The troubled days when life was not,
within a global blaze,
were soothed by comet-waters caught
to wring a steamy haze.

The cooling down did bear a gift,
most marvelous to tell:
improbabilities to sift,
a replicating cell.

And from this one diversified
by generations’ hone:
the fittest of the fit survived
to craft us to this home.

We’re standing at this cusp of time,
a twig on branch of tree;
And though we think our thoughts sublime,
in time, we’ll surely see.

Now if by chance we’ve journeyed far
with thoughts too grand for home
We’ll wander space from star to star,
go past forever’s roam.

Stairway – sideways

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DNA, evolution, flu, illness, Poem, Poetry

DNA strands
oft demands strength
our hands can’t do
and the flu holds
us to colds, heats
through scolding baths,
nosing swaths, soiled,
we have nose red
til we’re bled, seek
the bed, for rest,
meds the blessed, and
request for aid
from the maid, while
is played the sloth,
laid in cloth, for
the broth of life.

Today over at DVersePoets , the form is the Than Bauk. Come check it out..