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Best Poems From
ALBERT AHEARN
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Extinction
The Past
A pristine blue sky
Mirrored agrarian lives
Living with nature.
Their work was always difficult
But that never seemed to matter.
Their crops were all that counted most:
Enough to feed the family
In good times as well as the bad
Everyone loved their plot of land.
They knew it meant their survival
So the hard work was the tradeoff.
What developed was mutual
Respect: an interconnection
Whereby one affects the other;
But then one day a cloud appeared:
A black, menacing, looming cloud
Foretelling future misfortune.
The Present
The industrial
Revolution dawned under
This foreboding cloud.
Machines began to do the work
That man and beasts for eons had
Performed with blood, sweat and tears.
His work was easier to do
But soon discovered that he had
Become an industrial slave.
A mere symbiotic creature:
His nature was parasitic.
He no longer had in himself
The oneness and independence
That he had always called his own.
Hed become fat and ignorant
Living by his own destructive
Philosophy: hedonism.
The future
The sky is poisoned
As well as the land and the seas.
The earth was dying.
Through Mans continuous neglect
The earth became terminally
Ill. It was no longer able
To sustain the needs of Mankind.
War broke out all over the globe
Millions killed, many more had starved
To death; billions soon will follow
Billions more after that. The stench
Of rotting flesh has overwhelmed
Those able to live another
Hopeless day, gasped the putrid air
Futile murmurings continued
Until silenced by the guns
The ultimate judicature.
An eerie silence
Prevailed and all that was heard
Was screeching vultures.
Albert Ahearn
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Eyewitness
The slow, murky, drought-affected river
Snakes its way around meandering shores.
Its surface littered with leaves upriver
Like colorful scales on a constrictor.
Within its gut swim impervious prey
That nourishes it along its lengthy
Journey to the sea. All along the way
Its subtle currents swallow whole, debris
Left in the wake of Octobers fury.
Unmindful Canada geese fly over
The leafy surface honking their carefree
Calls while negotiating their stopover.
Standing high on the bank is I, witness
To this autumn picturesque loveliness.
Albert Ahearn
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Fallen Warriors
The fallen warriors of foreign wars
Cleave my heart and soul to their very core.
There's no effective balm in any store
That soothes empathetic pain I endure.
My wounded heart will recover I guess
My soul shall remain immortally maimed.
They pale by comparison more or less
When compared to the deaths the wars have claimed.
All of the fallen are heroes at rest
Paying the ultimate price with their lives.
There's absolutely no way to express
The mental anguish I feel inside.
So on this saddened memorial day
I offer up prayers in a heartfelt way.
Albert Ahearn
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False Tenets and Promises
How often have you heard this expression: Well, sorry to say, this is my nature. Just what is the nature of Man? Why are we such a predictable lot? Why is War our bed partner? These questions and many more can be asked but never really given satisfactory answers without stepping on toes that would bring the wrath of these elitist down on our heads.
Unfortunately for all of us, we come into this world with existing governing systems predicated on certain tenets and creeds. These opinions, doctrines, or principles held as being true by persons or especially by organizations. Yet never allowing future generations the privilege of researching these systems that are responsible for our very own nature, without an inquisition around the corner.
Apparently, it is much easier to burn these (true) inquisitors at the stake, metaphorically speaking, than risk having a house built on a sandy foundation, crumble.
The seeming nature oft presumed be Mans
Is nothing less than some abstracted mode,
Conceived in dreams, contrived within human
Invention; dreamt-up folly episodes.
A dream is oft-involuntary mind
Sensations, not of serious award.
Consisting mostly of surreally kinds:
Unreal phantoms most assured ignored.
For some we note in highest places rule
The masses minds. Imaginary creeds,
Assumed the truth, but nonetheless a cruel
Inhuman whimsy borne oer time, indeed!
Depose these charlatans! Divest their robes.
Expose their vile intentions. Burn their clothes!
Albert Ahearn
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