Hare was here Hare was there
warming up combing hair
And the tortoise walked along
The pistol went off
Hare was on Hare was off
And the tortoise crawled
along
When near all was done
The Race did seem won
Cheering was all for Young Hare
Where? Where was Tortoise?
No hair nor hide
He had mistakenly taken a mistaken turn
Through the Glen
Round a stream
throughthroughthicketthinorthick Fruity groves and lets put out to sea! To SEA?
Wherever is this confounded race taking me?
Oh well just fiip on flip on flip on
～ ～ ～
Marco Father Uncle sailed
for the realm of Kublai Khan with oil of lamp as was his demand,
Was 1271 and without fair sail they trekked overland,
The Silk Road
Three years half
Bandits Sandstorm
The Palace Shangdu
Kublai Khan
And the tortoise trudged along
1281 Mongol Invasion
Hakata Bay Mighty Heralded Fight
Hisano Jiro he boarded a ship took heads set it alight
And the tortoise slid along
And the tortoise slid along
Mongol Fleet took refuge
in the Bay of Imari
Clouds brewed from the West
The Divinity Kamikaze
And the tortoise floated on
Poor KingJohn from Scotland
couldn't keephis throne
1296 imprisoned in a
Londonous Tower
abject brokencrown abject
brokensceptre abject empty
crest
Not a king till Robert the Bruce
rode up in 1306
And the tortoise flippered on
Aug3 1492 Columbus set sail from Palos de la Frontera together with Nina and Pinta
He boarded the Santa Maria
And the tortoise paddled on
And the tortoise paddled on
They sailed upon an isle
Guanahani
located among the Bahama Archipelagoes
Though he renamed it
San Salvador and the Peoples Indios
And the tortoise swam along
And the tortoise swam along
And the tortoise swam along
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Author:
Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
(loved this thought provoking
and challenging, read
thanks for sharing and inspiring
my feeble reply, dear Poet)
sometimes I can't help thinking, what if
Marco
had met, Genghis
instead..
what would our world Map
look like
and would it still be
that first come, first serve
of Speed
ruling, our reality's ambitions..
and what if those Celtic, Gaul's
hadn't underestimated, Caesar
and what if Caesar, had never created
'Acta Diurna'
would modernity, still have ended-up
being toyed with
by politically motivated
endlessly sensationalised
treacherous, bulletin reels..
or maybe
would we have evolved
into a world, that first waited
to see who crossed
that finishing line, of fate
before celebrating
our assumption of victory
in life...
The possibility of alternative coincidence can evoke romantic images of what could be that things could have been better if only.
My cynical soul does not afford me
such thought when I see continuing
attrocities despite lessons supposedly learned from history Human nature and behaviour is resilient to ideology that tries to shape it Ruling elite like feudal lords have been replaced and ideology revised to claim legitimacy.
Men run the show Women are still paid less than men Not even socialism could even wages
Wifebeating remains
J A Hobson in 1902 offerred an analysis of the nature of and support for Imperialism in terms of struggles between individuals and tribes within a society as well as struggles between nation states and races for resources and political power to gain domination and territorial expansion
History advances within these dynamics and chance plays little influence Jared Diamond in Guns Germs and Steel regards geographical environmental cultural and technological factors that have shaped uneven development
Thankyou again for a positive review I have looked for your poems but could not find a way to search by author Please tell me if you know how tell me the titles so that I may read
I too, a weary cynic
find it hard to hope, outside of my dreams
dear poet..
but, we must still
find enough beauty in our world
to a garner a tepid, smile
for those unsuspecting children
let them have their ice cream of life
we can always add a little rum
to help us find that shard of gaiety
hidden somewhere within us..
(I usually share my scribbles on Mondays and Fridays
if you come across them
give them a look over
approach them with little expectation
and with a lot of forgiveness in your eyes, please..)
lol
I wish you all the best!
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