"dinos" poems
Upon the loss of the dinosaurs, so plentiful,
Back in the land before time when life wasn’t so dull,
Tall trees, blue skies, green grasses, deep dark water,
Nature as it was meant to be, with volcanoes that couldn’t be hotter.
This was the world you lived in before it came to an end.
A meteor? A flood? Maybe. But obviously it was something you could not mend.
Velociraptor, T-Rex, Triceratops, you’re all gone.
A species once so valiant, nobody stood in their way, not one.
Shaping some of the animals we have today, dinosaurs are like, square one.
From a 40ft menace to a lone iguana, isn’t evolution fun?
The highlight of the prehistoric era,
If you think I’m awkward because of my enthusiasm for dinos, then call me Michael Cera.
Like a bad ending to a good movie,
Your demise was something that nobody wanted to see.
The world would be a better place with a dinosaur here and there.
Some people wouldn’t be a fan, but does it sound like I care?
I think every single dinosaur is badass,
Even the herbivores that only eat grass.
If you’re the type of person that’s glad dinosaurs are dead,
Then I wish it was YOU that was hit by the meteor instead.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Peeking out the window
On all Hallow's Eve
Watching little Globlins
Skip about with glee.
Witch's and warlocks
traveling the streets
Looking so scary
Asking for treats.
Dinos and gators
fairies and elves,
scurry about
frightening themselves.
The sun grows dim,
the porchlight shines,
the ghouls and monsters
scowl just fine.
Creatures a-plenty
Come out to play
Once each year
for All Hallow's Day.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
Please I beg you,
to end my life,
Squash me with a shoe,
Grab the hunting knife,
I haven't lived long, I know that now,
But ahead I see, infinite ways for my life to flow,
It's all just a stones throw from my sacred vow,
The world is unbalanced, her sobs and her woes
Guide us all to the future, with the past still fresh
her whispers of sorrow are blocked from all view
If we cannot change she will ********** refresh,
and a new species like Dinos, homos, next in queue
**** sapiens burning the bones,
of dinosaurs, once feared and renowned,
we rely on their power, the system groans,
when it disappears, the masses will groan,
A collective groan upwards of seven billion,
lives in the sand, in the grand scheme so bland,
they moan a tune of immeasurable trillions,
that rest within this vicious land,
And it all flows from positive to negative,
and it all seems so insensitive,
Or perhaps a cowards views are Introspective,
But a retrospective mindset requires sedative,
Collector that is why I have this sickening plea
Think what you wish, I am only me
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Man ends planet—quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
We're living out
the greatest paradox
known to mankind
going all about it
from the wrong side
Obsessed with self-expression
we customize our face
and facebook
Look at any college student's
music preferences and see
the same ten things
in different orders
What is music
but the confluence of a billion
inspirations
starting from before we began
Go to any live show
and you'll experience
the penultimate
compilation of all music
known to man
Unless its a pop show
cuz I heard lots of those
are mere recordings
Any jazz gig
has slave songs
Coltrane
Dixieland
and Louis
all at once
even if the performers
and audience
don't realize it
Every musician can list
a long line of influences
All these inspirations
were affected by countless
other musicians before them
and it goes on and on
and on
All music is the result
of all music
that came before it
and will become and influence
all music after it
And this does not apply
only to music
but art, poetry, any writing
politics, economics,
language
Everything
We are the direct, indirect
product of all history
Look at the word history
His Story
Its our story
And not just mankind
We used to be primate rats
surrounded by towering
Dinos
Think about that
next time you see
road ****
Millions of people are abused
every day, we're only abusing
ourselves
Drinking ourselves silly
Smoking our lungs out
We're too lazy or ignorant
sometimes
Too caught up on getting rich
to realize we made money
to make life easier
Trade is best
with a common currency
and that should be
Love.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 11:09 PM UTC
I saw a pink dinosaur
at a discounted price
in the local mall
I saw another dinosaur
blue and smiling
and a green one looking so friendly
being so soft and fluffy.
These dinos are so majestic.
Why must I suffer their absence?
I want a T-Rex
He will stand guard on my bed
I want the Long Neck
To survey the outside from the windows
I want the Stegosaurus,
To give my smaller toys a ride
The Triceratops will watch my books,
and the Pterodactyl flies with my alicorns.
Let's PLAY!
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
Sea shell, sea shell,
By the stegosaur,
Millions of years prior to dinos
So often pictured together.
Why must it be so easy to
Break.
Pterosaurs are not all
Pterodactyls,
******
And they are less bird
Than the monster you call T. rex,
Which was actually a scavenger.
Velociraptors don't exist as you think they do,
The closest thing you speak of are turkey sized
pack runners from Mongolia and China.
Or the Utah Raptor, over 6 meters long, from my native home land,
Utah.
You can't comprehend how much time
This Earth has been through.
We are less than the one percent.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
It's been another good day,
good thinkers thinkin' my way, asking if I knew
what was the next word
from the beginning,
and I confess,
to knowing,
it depends,
hangs dangling from a done right axiom,
intentional aim at nothing,
then divide by zero…
this is that, life line upon line, here,
a little there,
there
there is a better, a least, the minimum flex,
and next is after never was,
and once morer never seems
impossible to grasp, almost as futile as
holding the wind
I walked in on,
in a metaphor of reasoning, where war is dumb.
Dumb dumb dumb, did you ever
do you
ever,
for an instance feel this way, and wonder what if
others felt
this way,
in stead, eh, steady, slow, instead of I know, go
--- later they say waddayagnosis came upon 'em
--- swallowed all their holy stories in one
boom. like thunder, loud, like mountain,
Krakatoa, yes, but death to the dinos LOUD
listen,
this is silence, the noise, hearing nothing while
knowing, knowing, knowing
in the bubble I breathe are all the noise-sounds-humms
squeeks,
whistles, caws that sound like laughing,
hawks screaming I can see you, to something,
you flash glance think
you, that hawk has seen me here, in years past,
this season of multiple thaws,
multiple springs,
rivulets cross our path as we read our way into evermore,
the valley just beyond, like
right next door,
special place… can you hear me, feel me… I have
no right might to say I know, but you know,
that is the trick. Theory of mind, I know you wonder if
I ever knew… the first rung
step up,
once more the alien lure, come and see…
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC
Por la sierra blanca...
La nieve menuda
y el viento de cara.
Por entre los pinos...
con la blanca nieve
se borra el camino.
Recio viento sopla
de Urbión a Moncayo.
¡Páramos de Soria!Ya habrá cigüeñas al sol,
mirando la tarde roja,
entre Moncayo y Urbión. Se abrió la puerta que tiene
gonces en mi corazón.
y otra vez la galería
de mi historia apareció.
Otra vez la plazoleta
de las acacias en flor,
y otra vez la fuente clara
cuenta un romance de amor. Es la parda encina
y el yermo de piedra.
Cuando el sol tramonta,
el río despierta.
¡Oh montes lejanos
de malva y violeta!
En el aire en sombra
sólo el río suena.
¡Luna amoratada
de una tarde vieja,
en un campo frío,
más luna que tierra!. Soria de montes azules
y de yermos de violeta,
¡cuántas veces te he soñado
en esta florida vega
por donde se va,
entre naranjos de oro,
Guadalquivir a la mar! ¡Cuántas veces me borraste,
tierra de ceniza,
estos limonares verdes
con sombras de tus encinas!
¡Oh campos de Dios,
entre Urbión el de Castilla
y Moncayo el de Aragón! En Córdoba, la serrana,
en Sevilla, marinera
y labradora, que tiene
hinchada, hacia el mar, la vela;
y en el ancho llano
por donde la arena sorbe
la baba del mar amargo,
hacia la fuente del Duero
mi corazón -¡Soria pura!-
se tornaba... ¡Oh, fronteriza
entre la tierra y la luna!
¡Alta paramera
donde corre el Duero niño
tierra donde está su tierra!El río despierta.
En el aire obscuro,
sólo el río suena.
¡Oh canción amarga
del agua en la piedra!
...Hacia el alto Espino
bajo las estrellas.
Sólo suena el río
al fondo del valle,
bajo el alto Espino. En medio del campo,
tiene la ventana abierta
la ermita sin ermitaño.
Un tejadillo verdoso.
Cuatro muros blancos.
Lejos relumbra la piedra
del áspero Guadarrama.
Agua que brilla y no suena.
En el aire claro,
¡los alamillos del soto,
sin hojas, liras de marzo! Hacia Madrid, una noche,
va el tren por el Guadarrama.
En el cielo, el arco iris
que hacen la luna y el agua.
¡Oh luna de abril, serena,
que empuja las nubes blancas!
La madre lleva a su niño,
dormido, sobre la falda.
Duerme el niño y, todavía,
ve el campo verde que pasa,
y arbolillos soleados,
y mariposas doradas.
La madre, ceño sombrío
entre un ayer y un mañana,
ve unas ascuas mortecinas
y una hornilla con arañas.
Hay un trágico viajero,
que debe ver cosas raras,
y habla solo y, cuando mira,
nos borra con la mirada.
Yo pienso en campos de nieve
y en pinos de otras montañas.
Y tú, Señor, por quien todos
vemos y que ves las almas,
dinos si todos, un día,
hemos de verte la cara.
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I know you've heard of RINOs,
Perhaps you've heard of DINOs,
Some Christians are called CINOs,
Are those men mere MINOs.
Women become WINOs
(the irony doesn't escape me though)
Humans evolved to HINOs;
Friends are friends
I'll never call them FINOs.
Avoid lovers who are LINOs,
And teachers who are TINOs.
Could a Jew be a JINO?
But make no mistake:
Terrorists are Terrorists,
Jihadists are Jihadists,
Haters are Haters,
War mongers are war mongers,
Liars lie.
It's We thePeople, PINOs.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 11:20 AM UTC
I'm floating on a dandelion
over dead dinos and growing grass
the world is so lovely now
I hope I never come down
from hazy days and frosted leaves
winter is approaching and
I'm feeling warm and dizzy
and bright.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
I would like to go back a thousand years ago,
just to sleep.
For I'm drenched in thoughtlessness.
I ache for some relieve.
And I'm trying, solely not to burn up.
and I do not mean to over dramatize, but I'm lost.
Which I guess is usual for being 20.
Only 20, as I eat myself up in tv shows and confusion.
And I watch the world get married and have babies, but I don't want that,
No I don't need that.
Nor do I really want that.
As profs talk as if I care, about their useless pieces of info they throw at me, except the one about dinos. I like that.
But anyways I sit and here they look at me as if I really give a ****
I want a job. Don't they understand.
And I parked in the wrong spot today,
and the critique went bad and I overpaid on an earl grey latte and wasted my day watching friends all day.
But we all have those bad days.
And I'm trying trying trying so hard not to think bad thoughts.
But the weather is rainy, and I'm still tired. This ever longing tiredness. But I drew today. I drew my sorrows away, and no matter what those stingy profs say, I can draw. I draw to keep myself together.
I draw so I don't think the bad thoughts, to keep my jealous thoughts back at bay. So I quit making a fool of myself, the only think I know how to do is draw.
And I have a wide open summer, of no plans, or prospering, or any real progress.
Isn't that sad?
To dread your own summer.
Maybe after having summer so many times, it loses it's freedom quality. It becomes just another season to endure.
And that's sad. It's sad when you can't look forward to summer.
Cause summer was once a fantasy.
A sense of adventure accompanied summer.
And I look at summer now with a dread and inability to really be ready or excited for it.
That's really sad.
And I'm not writing to make you sad, but I'm writing out of my inability to understand this sadness.
I'm trying to hold on to something...
Maybe this sadness will pass into something I can hold onto.
And coincidently were talking about the blues...in class.
Not really helping my melancholy frankly.
I think teachers are so wrapped up in their own cynical life they like to spread it onto others.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Sobre tu nave -un plinto verde de algas marinas,
de moluscos, de conchas, de esmeralda estelar,
capitán de los vientos y de las golondrinas,
fuiste condecorado por un golpe de mar.
Por ti los litorales de frentes serpentinas
desenrollan, al paso de tu arado, un cantar:
-Marinero, hombre libre que los mares declinas,
dinos los radiogramas de tu estrella Polar.
Buen marinero, hijo de los llantos del norte,
limón del mediodía, bandera de la corte
espumosa del agua, cazador de sirenas;
todos los litorales amarrados del mundo
pedimos que nos lleves en el surco profundo
de tu nave, a la mar, rotas nuestras cadenas.
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Chucked between a rock as he walked my way
Not a shiver or shift moved through my spine
Not a whisper or whiff brought my presence to life
While giant feet stamped down plants
The hope of them to regrow
Not a chance.
Out of nowhere came a fabulous beast with razor teeth
Charging for the him
Thoughts of his dinner ran through my brain as the motion battle continued
Little did they know time wasn't on their side
As what was to come was on its way
The big ball of iridium that clash on the clay where they stay
Perhaps I would stay and watch how we end
But it would be mine too
Since ash, gas and debris aren't my friends
Boom, Bang, Bomb
It struck the earth with all that sound
Standing on my tower it was the last of the sun
The land was never the same just brown
Looking through my longest eye
I saw earth's most intelligent taken at a flash
The forest beside me burned and torched
As the dust, smoke and starvation took what was left without a frown
The collision caused the extinction
Looking up from my cave of doom
My eye caught sight of an flying beast consuming his last breath as I did mine
Age of the dinos
The end- Time Z
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Liberal Hillary for notsee Trumpler,
Dempublicans for remocrats,
Because the invisible coup lied,
Hillary's "not perfect", was all
The excuse dinos, linos, sinos, ginos,
Ainos, kremlin kronies, hackers, wicked
Leaks, Bernie or bust bots, needed.
The worst, US intelligence/police industrial
Complex, who, like king george and his
**** Cheney, purposely not preventing the
Attacks on 9-11-01, they didn't prevent the
Hacking of our 11-16 elections, installing
Trumpler and attempting to realize a borne
Again cold war, extreme theft of tax $, etc..
Potential democracy for mediocracy,
Peace and prosperity for Ebony, ivory,
The Black and white supremacies'
Cannibalizing the future, for e.g.,
Tax dolla's, in perfect harmony,
To replicate the past's supposed:
Profits, pleasures, and powers.
$12. to $15. an hour minimum wage,
Reproductive and healthcare rights
Progressed, et al, for the Black
Supremacy getting: a President in 2020,
Potentially, instead of waiting till
2040, 'cause, "once you go Black you
Never go back", extreme war funding, etc..
"...We(e),...", used to know to: not
Grind up the seeds, let our kid's as...
Be, and let them be kids, the real
Deficits realized are astronomically
Higher, like when the trillion ton
Ice cube was dropped in the drink,
Cooling things off for a bit, but,
Heating them up forever, burning,
Flooding, extincting everything. We can,
Individually, turn 360 degrees around,
Back to The Evolution, the future, humans
Will only have if we do. By changing
Everything, swapping criminal insanity
For sanity, exigency for humanity, again.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
Man ends planet—quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
Man ends planet— quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC
Man ends planet— quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
In Greenland, another billion tons of ice were dropped in
The drink, this time it melted in less than a day, recently,
No way! Our king-kong sized terrible-two just dissolved our
Nation's humanitarian program in USCIS, which allowed kids to
Stay because of severe medical needs, where's the republican's
Hearts?, the world at large, and everyone of us should, bay!
Still ineffectively addressed by the dinos, impeachment,
Grows more necessary to defend our country and the world.
The tariff war, which is only a growing tax on each US
Citizen by the republican conspiracy and the Trump
Organized crime family, shout out, we the people
Will not stand for tariffs that are only taxes on us!
To top it all, at the G7 Summit, RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler
Tried to get them to let Russia come back in next year's one?
They didn't go for it so he stated that he wanted the next
Meeting to be at his Miami resort, not only so he could
Make a killing over-charging everyone for everything, but,
Also so he could just allow vlad in against All wills, never!
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
Ancient Man saw bones Of
Dinosaurs and exclaimed,
"Look! There be Dragons!"
Modern Man sees bones
Of Dragons and says, "Oh look!
There were Dinos here!"
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
Our king-kong sized terrible two has realized
an even more devious way to line the Trump
organized crime family's pockets, he's having
NASA do a trip to Mars in preparation for a
manned landing by some white guy who'll also
be tasked to play golf on the moons too.
RumputiN will throw in a little histoire to
make the photos more appealing to his multi-
millionaire foreign dictator pals: "They're
named after the Greek mythological twin
characters Phobos (panic/fear) and Deimos
(terror/dread) (The Donald's domestic and
foreign policy, respectively), who went with
their father Ares into battle. Ares, god of
war, was known to the Romans as Mars. This
will up the price he can charge them for
renting out the Lincoln bedroom, cafknching,
being the united **** of assassins new motto.
His current fav tool of stealing tax dollas is
still doing genocide, classwar style against
Latinos. He ripped apart 7000 families to
gift overtime, doubletime, more hires, multi-
million dolla private detention center
contracts to republican manned anti-immigrant
Gov't agencies + his lifelong criminal cronies.
These kids are caged, allowed little soap,
showers, running water, food, etc.. Similar
conditions to 40's US internment camps. This
should be one of the articles of impeachment
against him. Dinos, like Nancy 'Chamberlain'
Pelosi, can be scolded if impeachment doesn't
go only forward, for if it's not completed
in the House before the 2020 elections,
RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler may be re-installed
into the Blackhouse by the same conspiracy
that did it in 2016. Viva la evolucion.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
Oh pedazo, pedazo de miseria, ¿en qué vida
tienes tus manos albas y tu cabeza triste?
...Y tanto andar, y tanto llorar las cosas idas
sin saber qué dolores fueron los que tuviste.
Sin saber qué pan blanco te nutrió, ni qué duna
te envolvió con su arena, te fundió en su calor,
sin saber si eres carne, si eres sol, si eres luna,
sin saber si sufriste nuestro mismo dolor.
Si estás en este árbol o si lloras conmigo,
¿qué es lo que quieres, pedazo de miseria y amigo
de la cansada carne que no quiere perderte?
Si quieres no nos digas de qué racimo somos,
no nos digas el cuándo, no nos digas el cómo,
pero dinos adónde nos llevará la muerte...
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