"carboniferous" poems - Hello Poetry

And I will make sure that if anything were to happen, It would do little to affect you. It's not everyday You find a goose that lays eggs With speckled jewels and golden flakes The world is full of incongruity And there's no doubt about the certainty That something bad may happen, And we don't want that, do we? So listen carefully. The world is a giant carboniferous spicule Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome Of limitless space and out of control There is no telling what way it will go There is no prediction that has fortold Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber Between the darkest hell and the further horizon I so deftly advise you with all certification To please place your bets and fly by echolocation Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease And there is no way we can refund divine warranties This machinery has a half life of quarks And energies that vibrate into other orbits Trajectories Retaining the spin and informative piece Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy Of dark, off into neverland, straight on Till new morning, Beyond the stars So please good sir don't migrate away from me I have so much to give and such pain I have seen Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks, Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack, And when life finally cuts them down to their last, They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back. This is a game, Have a good little laugh Don't waste your time or your money On a daffy Aflack Policy that keeps you policed to the earth, No way to fly, Stuck in the dirt. That is no way to live in the dream, That is no way to let death trickle in So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you. Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues. Ride the road coast to coast, Fly a bird 'round the world, Take a truck till you're home, Find a love you can trust. Find a place where your egg And your legs seek nowhere else Lay down those roots, It's Eden or bust.

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC

TimelessWave

I will insure your golden goose for $100k/$300k respectively

And I will make sure that if anything were to happen, It would do little to affect you. It's not everyday You find a goose that lays eggs With speckled jewels and golden flakes The world is full of incongruity And there's no doubt about the certainty That something bad may happen, And we don't want that, do we? So listen carefully. The world is a giant carboniferous spicule Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome Of limitless space and out of control There is no telling what way it will go There is no prediction that has fortold Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber Between the darkest hell and the further horizon I so deftly advise you with all certification To please place your bets and fly by echolocation Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease And there is no way we can refund divine warranties This machinery has a half life of quarks And energies that vibrate into other orbits Trajectories Retaining the spin and informative piece Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy Of dark, off into neverland, straight on Till new morning, Beyond the stars So please good sir don't migrate away from me I have so much to give and such pain I have seen Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks, Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack, And when life finally cuts them down to their last, They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back. This is a game, Have a good little laugh Don't waste your time or your money On a daffy Aflack Policy that keeps you policed to the earth, No way to fly, Stuck in the dirt. That is no way to live in the dream, That is no way to let death trickle in So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you. Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues. Ride the road coast to coast, Fly a bird 'round the world, Take a truck till you're home, Find a love you can trust. Find a place where your egg And your legs seek nowhere else Lay down those roots, It's Eden or bust.

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In the narrowest of lanes I found the sweet shop. Behind dusty crumbling glasses dozed the old keeper smelling of sugar, milk and sweat over fossils of Paleolithic sweets on a time machine from the century he never was to a millennium he doesn't bother about clinging onto clay by pottery not succumbing to synthetic counting not on android but accounting on parchment with the art of finger's arithmetic most intricately scribbled with pencil announcing progress is a trouble not designed for the simple and contentment has no more nitty-gritty than price and quantity. Over his head spiders worked and reworked from the ceiling to the glass as have been doing since Carboniferous.

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Evolution

In the narrowest of lanes I found the sweet shop. Behind dusty crumbling glasses dozed the old keeper smelling of sugar, milk and sweat over fossils of Paleolithic sweets on a time machine from the century he never was to a millennium he doesn't bother about clinging onto clay by pottery not succumbing to synthetic counting not on android but accounting on parchment with the art of finger's arithmetic most intricately scribbled with pencil announcing progress is a trouble not designed for the simple and contentment has no more nitty-gritty than price and quantity. Over his head spiders worked and reworked from the ceiling to the glass as have been doing since Carboniferous.

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The Cambrian period had 7000ppm of CO2 in the atmosphere. That was a time of the perpetual fire. Even though the solar luminosity at the time was 4% weaker than today, the earth was much hotter due to the free amounts of carbon dioxide. Slowly chemical weathering and living organisms bound the carbon in the atmosphere so, at the time of the Carboniferous period, it had reached 180ppm. The earth was much cooler. A wonderful time with 34% oxygen in the air. Then after this period, flood basalt eruptions, such as the Siberian traps and the Deccan traps released vast amounts of CO2, and this caused the earth to heat up again. That was an inferno. 90% of all life died. This followed by slow weathering out of CO2 and subsequent cooling. When the CO2 levels are in low and balance the earth temperature change due to the Milankovitch cycles. During such period the climate always changes. We even had ice ages during this period. Now there is no flood basalt eruption at all. This time it is we humans who released the CO2 in the atmosphere. It took us one hundred years. Earth will be warm. It will be hot. (Source: youtu.be slash r7aZ6vqCk2E)

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC

jensmalmgren

Netherworld

The Cambrian period had 7000ppm of CO2 in the atmosphere. That was a time of the perpetual fire. Even though the solar luminosity at the time was 4% weaker than today, the earth was much hotter due to the free amounts of carbon dioxide. Slowly chemical weathering and living organisms bound the carbon in the atmosphere so, at the time of the Carboniferous period, it had reached 180ppm. The earth was much cooler. A wonderful time with 34% oxygen in the air. Then after this period, flood basalt eruptions, such as the Siberian traps and the Deccan traps released vast amounts of CO2, and this caused the earth to heat up again. That was an inferno. 90% of all life died. This followed by slow weathering out of CO2 and subsequent cooling. When the CO2 levels are in low and balance the earth temperature change due to the Milankovitch cycles. During such period the climate always changes. We even had ice ages during this period. Now there is no flood basalt eruption at all. This time it is we humans who released the CO2 in the atmosphere. It took us one hundred years. Earth will be warm. It will be hot. (Source: youtu.be slash r7aZ6vqCk2E)

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Sea lilies I see as silly sprawled and feathery arms lift: either a birthday child's happy waves or the crone's hunger-mad flailing. Ethereal, they sift nervous ticks drifting down with the dwindled since carboniferous seas rose from an obsession's bad-mouthed drought to my sorrow's sadly doubted drowning. The miracle of this one thought circles up to me at a glacial pace.

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Jun 22, 2010

Jun 22, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC

francis-scudellari

Sea Lilies

Sea lilies I see as silly sprawled and feathery arms lift: either a birthday child's happy waves or the crone's hunger-mad flailing. Ethereal, they sift nervous ticks drifting down with the dwindled since carboniferous seas rose from an obsession's bad-mouthed drought to my sorrow's sadly doubted drowning. The miracle of this one thought circles up to me at a glacial pace.

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today i caught myself not thinking about you for longer than one heart beat. i was fooled. had been completely engrossed in a conversation with a judge inside my mind, you're standing across from me and our apocalypse is here! she asks me what i mean, she hates my people but loves my pedigree. if she asked you what you thought of me would you do right by jesus christ? what rogue elixir could ever tie the tubes before your embryonic lies come spewing out onto this relentless carboniferous slice of spinning lava? parasites just like your guns, you reckless bandit. just like your sons, a leech on the planet.

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Aug 12, 2017

Aug 12, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC

dre-g

for damien

today i caught myself not thinking about you for longer than one heart beat. i was fooled. had been completely engrossed in a conversation with a judge inside my mind, you're standing across from me and our apocalypse is here! she asks me what i mean, she hates my people but loves my pedigree. if she asked you what you thought of me would you do right by jesus christ? what rogue elixir could ever tie the tubes before your embryonic lies come spewing out onto this relentless carboniferous slice of spinning lava? parasites just like your guns, you reckless bandit. just like your sons, a leech on the planet.

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