APOCALYPSE

The cursed grand impediment is approaching...what's left to do? Regrets, Excuses?

So I hear tomorrow’s the last day, I hope it’s just a ruse,

      i’m screwed if it’s not, I’m screwed if it’s true.

 

They’re things I regret, things I didn’t do,

     countries unchartered, didn’t even meet John Woo!

     

I’ll miss the sun on earth; I’ll miss some of the people too,

     some too glad t’leave behind, my interest they nought accrue.

 

The sky screams angry red, when it used to sooth cool blue,

      we’ve destroyed our beautiful habitat, acclaiming none a clue.

 

Our earth is dying around us, her fine sheen unattuned,

      excuse abounding like Australian wildfire, disaster all but wooed.

 

I wonder if it’s atonement time, a time for earth to have her ways,

     time to rock us to oblivion, time to bathe us with her bays.

 

She’s scorned beyond reproach, her children’s betrayal fresh,

     Seeking material pleasures; amid those of the flesh.

 

Can we do something? It can’t be too late!

     She’s our Natural Mother, Mother Nature won’t berate!

 

Fraught words are our downfall, actions void as space,

      Imprudence redundant; on and on; slapping mother in her face.

 

Maybe she’ll forgive us now, and tomorrow we’ll repent,

      maybe she’ll see our perspicacity, and her rage she will not vent.

 

Wishful thinking is Man Nature, we wish Mother would not speak,

      wish and wish and wish and wish, that tomorrow’s not “Apocalypse!”

 

                                  -M.Babu- 

 

Author's Note

This doesn't exactly carry the flair of a fully fledged poem...but that's my style. Enjoy (Hopefully)

Reviews

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Wow, fresh...ok its a great read,and i'd hardly tell from the title and the first line what its about...great lines in there -

"She’s scorned beyond reproach, her children’s betrayal fresh"

but its hard to read in parts and u used a word i dont know :O
its all about the words bro!you get your message across which is the whole point...but i think the poem structure is too rigid to allow you to fully express youreself...?...i challenge you - write in free verse, using wordplay like puns and alliteration as your main devices.see how it goes.
Keep writing!!
ps, who's John Woo?! :D

[Quinn Blackburn]

Wonderful wordcrafting, Michael! Great flow and rhythm in this thoughtful piece. Personally, I'm hoping for a zombie apocalypse because at least we know what to do with that... aim for their heads :o)

[SINDE]

I wish and wish that tomorrow is not apocalypse...so that you can deliver more of your punchlines...though a rare subject,the justice you deliver in elucidating the title is good.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Maybe she’ll forgive us now, and tomorrow we’ll repent,
maybe she’ll see our perspicacity, and her rage she will not vent."
I'm Native American/Mexican. I feel nature and man walk hand in hand. With the loss of so many animals to lack of land and abuse of man. “Apocalypse!” is closer then we think. Mad men are running countries with nuclear weapons in their reach. I pray for the children and the protection of what is left of Nature. A outstanding poem. You made me think.
Coyote

[Tate Morgan]

I can relate to this I too wonder if we will see this in the future as each year the cold hand of extinction creeps closer and we have only our single minded short sightedness to thankfor it