the very first piece I ever read aloud in public
Visit to where I once belonged
Dust thick without age
Gloom where once was light
Bone white death where once I had life
Last of my kind when once I was many
Radioactive fallout killed once already
The need for money lost on me now
Mushroom cloud took that with my life
Man grew up in a flash
Now he is dead!!
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The life of the story can only fit into a few words, but what if those words were stories, and then love became poetry.
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Maybe it’s better to die like this than being smothered to death by pandemic
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Back in the 50’s, during the cold war, many of us feared that the Russians would drop an atomic bomb first. As a kid this led to nightmares; first the flash, then the thunder, all life soon down under.
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thanks guys
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The doomsday scenario seems apropos once again.
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The mutilated tree in the foreground says it all. Humans will leave a smudge on this planet for a long time after we are gone.
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Apt to the present moment. What is important? We often only discover it too late.
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Such scary times in our lives.
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