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Terradactyls

The terradactyls are terrorizing
The minions of Ming the Merciless
With shrieks of pure unadulterated madness
Their beaks peck ancient Banyan trees

Whose immense size dwarfs their modern descendents
Finds enormous worms hidden in the wood
Feasts on parasites like modern conservatives do
Till gorged and bloated and bleary eyed

They ascend into the primordial sky
Seeking refuge in the cloudy soup
Like lost followers
Of a plasticine Christ

seems the dinosaurs will never truly go away. heaving jowl tyrannosaurus bigscreen, for one. interesting writ, John.

Thanks Mnaz. I've loved dinosaur's ever since I was a kid. I wonder if our fate will be any better than theirs. For all our vaunted intellect man's inhumanity to man lives on.

John

smooooth john......you always seem to have good flow to your poetry....no little protuberances fro the tongue to get stuck on.....

I feel this would be even stronger as 3 quatrains.......see what you think as you reread it....take care

I enjoyed this very much, John... a different subject... a new twist makes for a creative write and that is what it's all about... imho.

Saw the three quatrain form fits this perfectly. I truly appreciate your reading and contribution to this poem. Your artistic advice is always welcome.

mtmynd, it was lark which was fun to write. Yes new twists often lead to fun poetry. Thanks so much for reading and your wonderful reply.

John

They ascend into the primordial sky
Seeking refuge in the cloudy soup
Like lost followers
Of a plasticine Christ

Like that bit a lot.
I don't know what it means
Bu t I like the sound of it.
Liked the whole poem a lot

flashing back to one of the first nightmares I remember from the 1940's old black and white TV sets with round screens the size of a dinner plate, woke up screaming about flying dinosaurs after watching One Million BC (the 1940 version) and double features on saturday afternoons with the serials of Ming the Merciless

please pardon the ramble

bring on the flippin' terradactyls!
say yes to the flapping Earth Toes!
save me a seat on the last rocket to Mongo!

nice one, John!

-mb

Stilltrucking I love your memory of the 1940s dinosaur movie. And my intro to Ming the Merciless was the 1980s movie.

Yes the last stanza was inscrutable. Yet what I was getting at was a rather loose metaphor of the terradactyls lost in the murk of clouds for Christians lost in the murk of institutionalized religion with its often materialistic and empty dogma. Thanks for reading my friend.

Mb, glad you dig this. This was written toward the end of a 69 hour work week last week. Stress seems to flip my creativity switch and turn on my brain.

John

Whew!
Intense.
Dining on parasites.
Dinosaurs pecking on the banyan trees.
Denotes quite the political image, if you will.....
Love it.
H

Hester, political and surreal. You are a perceptive reader. I'm so pleased by you reading me.

John