"trilobite" poems
In times gone by, now recondite,
Neanderthal, ***** upright,
spoke softly, tones so lily-white,
and tried to put the world aright.
He taught us how the flame ignites
that wearing furs will warm the nights,
just why the rolling wheel excites,
and how the beveled flint stone bites.
Before the days of dynamite
he fought his foes with spit and spite,
and swung big sticks with all his might,
and rendered death with stones in flight.
Engaged in never-ending fight
(arenas were a global sight)
he forced his forces to unite
to sate his oily appetite.
To quell rude thoughts that may incite
he ruled the realm with fly-by-nights
and culled the winds of words in flight,
and darkened minds to anthracite.
With fairy tales of evil sprites
and how the fist of freedom smites,
he washed the world with flames alight
to vanquish hoards of parasites.
Each dawn the damage brought delight,
the foe was bent, a bit contrite…
yet battled on with no respite
until the dusk and evening light.
Encamped beside the firelight
Neanderthal, that shiny Knight,
awaited morn while sitting tight
assured the end would be alright.
Yes, conquest seemed his sacred right…
Forevermore?… well, no, not quite…
Neanderthal's extinct tonight
and lies beside the Trilobite…
MORAL
The Oreo is round, not bright:
while rolling near the candlelight
at first the searing seemed so slight,
the molten cream an oversight…
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
i never would have dared
to dream that here upon
this rival's stoop i'd perch,
discussing the theoretical
forces that affect and create
and effectively create the
world surrounding us, and
never would i have guessed
it'd be you with whom i'd speak.
the red dragon symbolizes
man, you said, angular,
linear, power, strength;
the yellow dragon bears
the fruit of the feminine,
with spiritual compassion
for all and sanctuary.
and in the collisions between
the gentle and the forceful
by accident, or intention,
we find genesis.
you carried on to talk
about a belt of silent
asteroids from whence
we supposedly came,
our progenitors massive,
with trilobite heels, but
that theory was a little
too astral for me to grasp,
and that bothered you,
i could tell by the sighs
and frustration that
spilled from the leaky
faucet of your lips.
so i changed the subject
with a splash of tea,
and washed the remains
of last night away in the
soft waters of whimsical
conversation.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
I am 14.6 billion years old. I am energy traveling at the speed of light,
I am a single proton with one orbiting electron, perfectly balanced
With quarks and bosons and higgs inside
And pieces of matter yet to be understood by man.
I am every star, every atom of Hydrogen fused to Helium.
I am a massive object of molten rock, cooling and fusing.
I am trilobite knee and dinosaur tooth,
Wooly mammoth hair fiber.
I am Permian Extinction, I am Ice Age, I am all surviving species.
I am most distant brothers of man, I am first language and first songs.
I am Bubonic Plague and Death
And life out of new molecules from old.
I am the Industrial Revolution,
I am Depression and Holocaust and oppression.
I am titanium and assembly line.
I am Perseid meteor shower and Halley ’s Comet.
I am every black hole,
Inside, another whole universe of me.
I am seconds young, and I have much to learn of
The multitudes of the universe, myself.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
last night I had a dream
there was a trilobite
in the green grass
I saw myself
from atop a cliff
running through the forest
in a velvet dress
the me that was
up on the cliff
had an old fashioned camera
in my hand
I tried to take a picture
of myself
but the me in the forest
was just too fast
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 10:55 AM UTC
Collaborate with Society, By Chris.
In the world of our benefactors or such, others calling
Others collaborators. As if such a term were,
Shameful.
I ask you, what greater endeavor exists than
That of collaboration?
For example in our current unparalleled enterprise
Refusal to collaborate is simply a refusal to grow
Which some insistence on suicide if you will.
Did the lungfish refuse to breathe air?
It did not,
It crept forth boldly while its brethren
remained in the
Blackest ocean abyss.
With lidless eye forever staring at the dark.
Ignorant, is it not? Doomed despite their
internal vigilance.
Would we model ourselves on the
trilobite?
Would that mean all accomplishments of
humanity
Could fade, nothing more than a layer of
broken,
Plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil
Bed, sandwiched between a burgess shell, and
Eons worth of mud? In order to
Be true to our nature and our destiny, we must aspire
to
Greater things we have outgrown our cradle.
It is feudal to cry for mother’s milk when our true
sustenance
Await us, Among the stars! Therefore I say yes! I am
a collaborator! We all must collaborate, willingly, eagerly, if we
expect to
Reap the benefits of unification. And reap we shall! Civic
deeds do not go unrewarded, and contrary wise complicity
with people's cause will
Not go unpunished. So please, be wise… Be safe, be aware.
We have plunged humanity into free-fall...
Now, is the moment to redeem ourselves.
© Chris .B 2017
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
something
about the water
just the right temperature
the earth dreams and
proteins coalesce
life, out of unlife
i dip my big toe in
a trilobite comes up to bite it
from the sun touched silt
poor thing, i think, stroking its back
poor thing to be unmoored in time
poor thing, suffocated because the earth
changed her mind, tried again,
words erased on a page,
skittering legs going still,
belly up,
silt bed,
sand grave,
dark sleep without dreams
Jul 13, 2023
Jul 13, 2023 at 9:11 PM UTC
If I were a trilobite...
well wouldn't that be great?
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Suspended in plankton waters
Penetrating silence renders neutrality
This shell, a cloak that covers me
I sometimes wish could not be seen
A drifting vessel
I seek peace behind formations
Ominously engaging, yet silently stand.
Crashing waves roll above
The bravado of Mahlerian timpani
Perched yet unassuming
I am the unthreatened spectator
In this subaquatic symphony
Illusory projections
Inverted medusas glide past
Graceful tendrils in tendu
Ballerina specters
Synchronized in adagio and ballon
A momentary desire overwhelms
To move within their majesty
Omnisciently connected by design
But mine is a different course
A willing and solemn stride
To waters of another intention
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
-Trampled Under Hoof-
Thick dust kicks up from this sulfur tar,
Suffocating the fools dim enough come near,
Ultra violence breeds screams from afar,
Thunder Puncher gored on a topaz field.
Trampled under hoof,
No escape from this fate,
Wishing he was saved,
Filling up with hate.
Even mutilated by nature his fists rose high,
Thunder Puncher still has the will to fight,
Standing as the warm blood still escapes his thighs,
Bloodied and muddied, fists flying with all his might.
-Trilobite-
Ripping and tearing,
Scorching and staring,
Never with bearings,
Always out scaring.
Who is he to fear,
Violently attacking all,
Sharp as a spear,
Hand held in a ball.
Now they've all fallen,
Trilobite the victor,
Blood falling like pollen,
Death the constrictor.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Confuse make meddle break a sound, trilobite in the stucotto field merely music but a standing drum with handles Holden. Gold blast in shriek; titanium white in Marshal mopey: Messages of Mediums and a hearsay scald goes galactic, rain pallet wide and knows no planet reducible. Feel and then reel, I zing liquid quality crank, and crack has bountless laden, knows nuggets, and with fact falses out loosely, bound with bark a brain a fusion dance like rotoscope rigid. Has it with faces, and a carouselling cherub sizzles like defiance in. No more marks congratulate dumb-dumb, and have the false equivalency of like. A future has to fade fast, make room for jesty jocular, and a ride with census no love for the dark she’s seen in it.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
The Way of Things
Things start out simple, plain,
Get more complex.
All things start out minus blame,
Get more corrupt:
[It is] the way of things.
Non-beings, beings,
Gases, minerals, to stones
To seas become-an-earth
With complex life forms:
Trilobite,
Shells carbonate and calcium;
The oldest animal
That swam, then crawled,
That walked, then talked → become-the-us!
Take note and make a list:
Life, rocks so meshed, entwisted
They transformed the whole: this planet.
**** to hut to trade and product;
Industry and change of climate
(As we’re doing now, this minute)
Down to up and down again!
A long way either way. But then,
It is the way of things.
The Way Of Things 8.29.2016
Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Aren't we the same as the ancient trilobite... That no longer exists but still found in fossil memories?
For we may perish upon the face of the earth...
But our essence remains in the soil in the form of tender shapes carved in the rocks of yesterday...
We will be found in the hearts of all who loved us and still love us...
Inspite of our surrender in the ever flowing river of time!
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC