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Matt Jun 2015
Earth’s sixth mass extinction has begun, new study confirms


How long before the rhino joins the list? Gerry Zambonini, CC BY-SA
We are currently witnessing the start of a mass extinction event the likes of which have not been seen on Earth for at least 65 million years. This is the alarming finding of a new study published in the journal Science Advances.

The research was designed to determine how human actions over the past 500 years have affected the extinction rates of vertebrates: mammals, fish, birds, reptiles and amphibians. It found a clear signal of elevated species loss which has markedly accelerated over the past couple of hundred years, such that life on Earth is embarking on its sixth greatest extinction event in its 3.5 billion year history.

This latest research was conducted by an international team lead by Gerardo Ceballos of the National Autonomous University of Mexico. Measuring extinction rates is notoriously hard. Recently I reported on some of the fiendishly clever ways such rates have been estimated. These studies are producing profoundly worrying results.

However, there is always the risk that such work overestimates modern extinction rates because they need to make a number of assumptions given the very limited data available. Ceballos and his team wanted to put a floor on these numbers, to establish extinction rates for species that were very conservative, with the understanding that whatever the rate of species lost has actually been, it could not be any lower.

This makes their findings even more significant because even with such conservative estimates they find extinction rates are much, much higher than the background rate of extinction – the rate of species loss in the absence of any human impacts.

Here again, they err on the side of caution. A number of studies have attempted to estimate the background rate of extinction. These have produced upper values of about one out of every million species being lost each year. Using recent work by co-author Anthony Barnosky, they effectively double this background rate and so assume that two out of every million species will disappear through natural causes each year. This should mean that differences between the background and human driven extinction rates will be smaller. But they find that the magnitude of more recent extinctions is so great as to effectively swamp any natural processes.


Cumulative vertebrate species recorded as extinct or extinct in the wild by the IUCN (2012). Dashed black line represents background rate. This is the ‘highly conservative estimate’.  Ceballos et al
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The “very conservative estimate” of species loss uses International Union of Conservation of Nature data. This contains documented examples of species becoming extinct. They use the same data source to produce the “conservative estimate” which includes known extinct species and those species believed to be extinct or extinct in the wild.

The paper has been published in an open access journal and I would recommend reading it and the accompanying Supplementary Materials. This includes the list of vertebrate species known to have disappeared since the year 1500. The Latin names for these species would be familiar only to specialists, but even the common names are exotic and strange: the Cuban coney, red-bellied gracile, broad-faced potoroo and southern gastric brooding frog.


Farewell, broad-faced potoroo, we hardly knew ye.  John Gould
These particular outer branches of the great tree of life now stop. Some of their remains will be preserved, either as fossils in layers of rocks or glass eyed exhibits in museum cabinets. But the Earth will no longer see them scurry or soar, hear them croak or chirp.

You may wonder to what extent does this matter? Why should we worry if the natural process of extinction is amplified by humans and our expanding industrialised civilisation?

One response to this question essentially points out what the natural world does for us. Whether it’s pollinating our crops, purifying our water, providing fish to eat or fibres to weave, we are dependent on biodiveristy. Ecosystems can only continue to provide things for us if they continue to function in approximately the same way.

The relationship between species diversity and ecosystem function is very complex and not well understood. There may be gradual and reversible decreases in function with decreased biodiversity. There may be effectively no change until a tipping point occurs. The analogy here is popping out rivets from a plane’s wing. The aircraft will fly unimpaired if a few rivets are removed here or there, but to continue to remove rivets is to move the system closer to catastrophic failure.

This latest research tells us what we already knew. Humans have in the space of a few centuries swung a wrecking ball through the Earth’s biosphere. Liquidating biodiversity to produce products and services has an end point. Science is starting to sketch out what that end point could look like but it cannot tell us why to stop before we reach it.

If we regard the Earth as nothing more than a source of resources and a sink for our pollution, if we value other species only in terms of what they can provide to us, then we we will continue to unpick the fabric of life. Remove further rivets from spaceship earth. This not only increases the risk that it will cease to function in the ways that we and future generations will depend on, but can only reduce the complexity and beauty of our home in the cosmos.
https://theconversation.com/earths-sixth-mass-extinction-has-begun-new-study-confirms-43432
Insane Reverie Sep 2014
Fragile heart of her's
With all of his fake talks
Still is unimpaired
cause she loved
Still loves,with all her heart
Dreaming his action to reverse .
Love is something you have no control over,no matter how much the another hurts you,you choose to love them.
One always believe where there's love there's hope.
SG Holter Feb 2015
The firmest handshake
I've ever felt
Was that of a woman with

Only three fingers left
On her
Hand.

The biggest person I know
Is about the same hight as
His wheelchair.

His life is a richer one
Than mine will ever be.
Because he makes it so.

What worries do I have?
Yet some days are heavy.
I suppose being born

Unimpaired and staying so
Is an impairment at times
In itself.
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2013
On The Great Lawn of my mind,
The city's biggest dance floor,
Upon its cushions, stepping lightly,
The spring breeze, feeling its way,
Making, reawakening, a thousand acquaintances,
Absent parent kissing each long-lost babe-blade of grass

Breeze takes each blade of spring grass:

Cajoles, asks not,
With windy hands, guided missiles,
gentle/firm
push/pull
engage/ disengages,
open/closes

Breeze makes each one
Neck, caress their neighbor,
A thousand pas de deuces of  
fresh faced green children.
All in all a triumphant processional,
Cloaked in robes of sky blue velvet,
Crowned by the sun's burnt orange kisses.

At the middle school dance,
The walls are portrait painted  
with the shy ones,  
The ones-who-don't-know-how-to-ask.
Passover's children
Needy for a Moses.

Student of the spring breezes,
This silly earnest teacher/chaperone,
Grand-pa-rent will:


Cajole, ask not,
With hands, guided missiles,
gentle/firm
push/pull
engage/ disengages,
open/closes

Under his tutelage,
Every boy and girl
A dancer, a blade,  
Each a Passenger on the fuselage
Of his Spring Ballroom breeze.

These are my spring rites  
imagined,
Visions of my sight  
unimpaired,
Present and future  
clarified.

Soon we will teach our own  
Little Princes and Princesses,
The shelter of dancing,
Feel the embrace of nature,
Under the mantle of an  
A Capella choir of tree leaves,
We will lie side by side,  
Skyward pointing,
Sharing our spring-sprung imaginings,
Performing each and all  
Upon the breeze to carry away,
For all to gleeful applaud!
Another old one
Danash DelGotto Jul 2013
Thank you for your hospitality
Thank you for what we used to be
Thank you for what you meant to me
Thank you for setting me free
Thank you for showing me finally
What I can become...
Reminding me of where I'm from

For washing away the rain
from my eyes
When all I could do
was lay down and cry

For showing me that I am all I need
That I can get up while my heart bleeds
For all the advice that I should heed

Thank you for the time we had
Thank you for the good and the bad
Thank you for teaching me to
Look up Look up
When all I see is the empty cup

For holding my hand
Making me understand
that I am worth it...

I was worth it...
..
am I worth it?


For all the moments that we shared
for being someone who cared
for holding me when I was scared
for giving love, unimpaired

I wish that I was more

I wish I could belong

I wish we weren't wrong...

Wishing never got me anywhere
I still can feel my heart tear
Why does this life have to be so unfair
Why look at me with teeth bared
remember what we shared?
remember when you cared?
can't you see I'm scared?


I will always hold you, in my heart
Though I may never hold you, in my arms
I pray you never fall to any harm


Go, Live your life
and I'll live mine
and remember life, from another time
and be missing you...
missing you..
Hadrian Veska May 2018
Weeks and days
Spent in the haze
Trying to find who I was
When a man spoke in my ear
With words calm and clear
I would not find myself where I searched

I was without not within
I thought with a grin
Which is why peace eluded me
The truth unimpaired
Spoke by one who cared
Saved me from my own thoughts

And though from Adam
They know me not
I hope they know
The good they've brought
Though it may not feel that way
In these current darker days
jeffrey robin Sep 2014
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         )

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                                                          ^^^
    
Unimpaired vision

Clean

I remember

///

I remember my purity



Sitting quietly

Seeing if it is possible that you might love

Healing myself so you might love me

///

I sit  and try to love you

I KNOW you'll love me when I do


//

This knowledge is the only god I know

The only god

I know



                            




      



^^^
Rasheema Brennan Jan 2015
Lee
-A gush more like an abundance of beautiful characterization evolves from your peach filled spirit. Its a vibrant resonance of bittersweet, soft,cool,bold,direct enunciation your love is worthy but your love comes never second to irrelevant bull**. Your a woman of great power, massive abilities your words flow deep deep within the veins of your soul those of which are never familiar of holding grudges.  The golden shimmered but supple sweetness of your complexion has the ability to magnetize many eyes minds and souls keeping people glued like admiring an art sculpture.  Full lips absolute and unimpaired for the perfect man to endow appreciate and adore. Daredevil at hand never depending on  another woman or man's hand. Spirit insignificant never to be compared nor related to another spirit that is not as lively as yours. Majestry is what I call your elegance, your aura a sweet epiphany fantasizing about you because you never limit yourself you are indeed the ****.  Your strength is astounding, although we've grown you are the feminine work of art, a soulmate I will never lose in spirit, the feeling ia stagnant I must be near you your laugh will always be a symmetrical rescue to my mental state of mind.
“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant

Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –

‘Forgive me!’

I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -

‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
From the unreleased anthology: A POETIC POUND OF PAIN by Yours Truly.
Pea Mar 2016
I look back at our late-night conversation,
It was the first time I've heard your voice
I knew I was the slightest bit of anxiety
My fingers were a little cold
And I might have felt it trembling
But when you spoke,
Your voice lit up the fireplace in the room
And my hands began to grow warmer and warmer
As your airy words go fluttering from the speaker to my ear
I slowly felt cozy and the bit of alcohol from a while ago crawled back up
My words were unimpaired and free
The simple exchange of nonsensicality and infinite laughters
When we said good night,
I lay in bed looking at the ceiling
But all I see is pitch black
So I think about the look on your face
As we laughed at your stupid stories
and the pitter-pattering around your house
I wondered about the future events
If I pushed the green button again
But I just stayed there,
And waited
'Til I fell asleep
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Cut it around the bend,
Eyes focused on the descent of time
A droplet ascertaining life
Dripping with momentous flow
Unadulterated and unimpaired
The form of a will occupies the air
Cut it around the bend,
There is nothing to the descent of time

Covered with unsteady palms
The warmth of these guilty hands
Swelling red from where pain still stays
Marked by the bitter pangs
Of the memories that persist and fight to remain
The feelings that soak in deep as much as they stain
Covered with unsteady palms
There is no warmth in these guilty hands

Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
A redden life will begin to grey
Now parallel to a cold horizon
Intoxicated by yet another day’s
Reminder of priors and those yet to come
Motions kept by the rise and setting of suns
Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
There’s nothing left of life but grey

It’s all over.

© 2014
Mike Essig Nov 2016
Hey there stranger!

Tis round about middle night. Très misterioso. Sleep a forgotten memory.
I am writing this missive from hell. Don’t dismiss my missive. Don’t be so negative.
Even the ****** are upbeat sometimes.
I was taken aback too. The downhill happened before I knew it.
Think of life as rolling snowballs. Individually, not so bad.
It’s the avalanche that crushes you.
OK, some days are disasters: dim to the brink of extinction, darkness and silence unimpaired, inertia and void as never seen before.
But you can never tell. Downs have ups. My crushing depression was long ago replaced by mere unhappiness.  A weak weakness transformed into strong weakness. That’s progress.
I always fail, but every time I fail, I fail better. That’s improvement.
Add a little honey and the gall tastes fine. Drink up. Enjoy.
If you learn to suffer well, at least you are good at something.
So don’t worry. I am at the peak of the abyss. There is no bottom.
Dismally fine, I’ve never felt older. Words won’t do. Hush.
Nothing of uninterest left to say. Just wanted to reassure you.
All is as always. There’s no hope yet.
Soon the sun will rise over the nothing new world.
From the depths, I say hi.
Optimistically bleak,

Mike (or whatever sometimes speaks for him).
Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land
You who rest amid the ocean
Arise to his mountain His holy dwelling
Shout your joy, exalt his name

The Lord your God protected you
Prayers were counted, cries were heard
The wind spun, storm were scared
Left your land unimpaired

Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land
Look around you’re the one who stand
For you have made your God your stronghold
Exalted the name of the Lord

What scheme you have that  you linger unharmed?
What fence you have that enemies cannot pass through?
Neighbours were astonished
As you scare the hurricane away

Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land
You delight him with your praises
He covered you with Mighty hands
Victory! Shout by thee,
You who rest in his arms
Praises! Praises! The victor’s shout.
Traveler Dec 2016
It's all that I can know
Telescope, microphone
Camera eye in tow
Atoms traveling
Past the speed of light
And still we're moving
Into a entropy night

A hundred billion Galaxies
Each with a hundred billion stars
First it bends my mind
Then it sinks my heart
Somewhere other than nowhere
They are highly likely
Out there
Let my imagination
Be unimpaired

   There's more than we can know...
Traveler Tim
James M Vines Jul 2016
Jetting out of the water on their tails, cackling at the birds that fly over head. Racing against mighty ships and small boats. Diving under them and back up again. Roaming the open sea unimpaired, Dolphins perform a ballet. Tricksters and noble creatures, they call to each other and flutter through the waves. Dancing over the swells, the elegant creatures swim in splendor, oh to see the Dolphin dance.
jeffrey robin Dec 2014
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/    \
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                                                      h­ey babe I see ya

••

after the years have passed our little lives by

And all we are  ...?

                                                   ( none dare say ! )

//

Futile useless memories

Of the love that we begged for

( so piteously and shamefully )

••

After the flood of pain has carried the whole world away !

••

Still

My love shall remain

True and unimpaired



after the memories of the love we begged for

Are washed away

•••

We shall walk empty streets with vacant eyes

And shall have no dreams

Only the hazy smog filled skies

Punctured by the cries of children

Being tortured in countless alleyways

|||

And every day shall seem like a long time

•   •

Still

I will be there

With a love both true and fine

••

I will leave some food for you

////

I will perhaps sing a joyful song

/:/

I will still say

ANYTIME YOU WANT TO

YOU CAN BE FREE

/:::/

I know you won't hear me

But I will be there
onlylovepoetry May 2020
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a lump in my bed
————————

sheet covered, toe to head, alive or ?
call it lumpen woman, though shapely,
the thick coverlet says yay, let’s suppress!
what lies sheet-deep, let everyone wanna guess?

two arms snakily shoot/emerge, straight out,
from besides ears, to aerate treasured tresses,
blonde mane, lioness locks, somehow sun colored, of the
rest, a-guessing kept, I man of reason, am’nt a speculator

reasoning that when the world was 1st created,
there was a holy hole in my side, missing a ribbing,
leaving me needy for a plugging, a poultice covering,
a bandage stitched, so my breathing unimpaired

thus this how and why the lumpen woman is come
into bed and body, to patch and complete, warm and
stoke me, wake up us to freshly chilled spring atmospheres,
and other supposed reasons to compose only love poetry

Fri May 22
early morn bedecked bed
isle of sheltering
LJW Apr 2019
on the dating site I subscribe to
poor like I am, but full of quality
content to never be perverse
thrilled you found me
like the boys I used to run with down the railroad tracks
free, unimpaired, undefined
open to change, open to evolving slowly
discovering me
cutting wood or planting a garden
listening to soft music
keeping time to my footsteps.
The rain,
the sound of it as it cascades off of the window panes,
the metal tingy sound as it meets the gutters.

The grey skies,
the gloomy feel,
the frowns that could be smiles,
if,
if you take a moment to count the shades of grey in the sky.

A smile formed from one that is deaf... ..

if,
if they could only hear what you hear,
the sound of a car swooshing by in the rain.

The melodic sound of a windshield wiper
as it sways to and fro.

The sound of thunder that even scares the unimpaired.

There is serenity and peace to be found in the rain.

While others complain about it,
find misery in it.

I listen and find things most overlook,
take for granted.

An unforgettable intimate kiss in the rain---

I like to walk in tall wet grass,
barefoot while it rains,
damp heavy sticky clothes...

--- I smile
and stare up at the grey sky.

... ..

Then there was blue-----
Travis Green Jul 2022
A golden macholicious boss, you are
Stellar smoketabulous rarity
I bask in your unimpaired unsurmountable astoundingness
I want to lock with your heart
Feel your ebullient dopenificent wonderment
Lingering in the seamless serene streams of my innerness
I feen to lean into your swimmingly resplendent invention

Taste your lickable lyrical poetry fuse
To my wiggly glistening tongue
Run my radiant fragrant hands along
The exhilarating trail of your thick intriguing beard
Your soft sensitive ears, your dreamy prominent temple
Romance and entrance your king-sized keen muscles

Make conversation with your staggeringly
Sensational mancave, listen to the clear, pure sounds
Of your divineness driving into my inner world
How my body blossoms boundlessly to every
Masterful move made, take you into an immaculate
Thugtastic rapture that blows your globe away
Let me a clock and rock your sparkling-toned geometry
Deeper and deeper, I want to seep into your litness and realness
And never come up for air as I disappear
Into your singularly crystal-clear incomparableness
She would take me horse back riding through her small ranch and through town.

I remember the way men would look at her riding
my aunt’s quiet composed tough exterior
as her horse galloped through town
she was unimpaired & confident
her dad had taken her riding since small

My grandfather believed a women should be strong just as worthy and just as capable as any man
and that was unheard of in small village
but he was older when he had her and he had made enough mistakes to be wiser
a better father the second time around
and by the time
I came to be
he was soaked in spirit and soul
and he told me
to keep digging within that
that’s where I would find my treasure





He was right
My aunt and I
reek of love and it because he was


he was flawed
he was humble
And he took responsibility for how he was

and I do not want to forget him
I keep the picture of him and I
him and his white loose shirt
me and my old Led Zeppelin t-shirt

— The End —