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When reptiles ruled

Stumbling over the land, footfalls
Rumbling with the discontent of
Evolution, large animals, their blood
Chilled for life on a tropical planet
Tumbling through history as 
Eons roar through their veins,
Leaving their mark in museums
And in books, in archaeological 
Digs, or our imaginations, out of
Our memories. They were never our
Neighbors, pets or prey nor we
Theirs, their romp through our
Backyards and Jurassic Parks is
The stuff of fiction and movies.
Their tread startling the mire and
Mud, they walk the planet only in
The imagings of small boys or
Grown fantaists who see them a
Loud and menacing presence, as
If reclaiming their past can join it
To ours

For good and all

The best is yet to come to those 
Who wait to see what the future
Will bring and where the road'll
Lead. I expect great things will
Await when you've waited and
You've seen. There's no measure
Of good that won't land on your
Plate. You've waited and stand
To get back what the wind blows
Back. Your heart is full; it's pure.
With all you've got, you'll get more
And more there'll be for you still
When you wait, see what's coming.

Make believe

Will time fly and the cow jump
When the moon is just cheesy
And fairy-tales prattle on about
The real and the imagined so 
Little girls wonder if it's safe to
Grow up and little boys know 
They don't ever wanna. Some
One has to see the emperor
For who he is and keep the
Spoon at the ready when you
Serve our porridge. Everyone
Mustn't run away or follow a
Trail of bread crumbs to where
The witch awaits lost children.

You’ve been warned

Pink skies, I am always quoting,
Bode well for the day ahead, the
Very next day. But that applies 
Only to a night sky. A morning 
Apparition of a pink sky, they say
Is a bad sign. Pink sky at morning
Oh dear, sailors take warning. A
Nice neat rhyming pattern so easy
So mnemonic. Today's sky warns.
This morning pink is ominous.
Pink sky at night/Sailors delight

Punctuated

I noticed something today.
Where and how I punctuate 
My lines helps me shape the 
Lyric of my poems. Sometimes 
Nothing. Other times I throw
A comma your way or find a
Final period holds the place;
If I want the thought to carry
I might need the aid of a dash
Or a semi-colon! I err on the
Side of caution in refraining 
From exclaiming with points
But emphasis is from time to
Time artificially induced and
Needs assistance. Emboldened
Words and letters in caps or
Ital can move an idea through.
I noticed this just today, and
Thought I would let you know.