Harley White Poems
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There’s a smiley face in space
that’s beaming from above
at our mindless human race
on Earth we say we love.
Yet we mortals trash our planet
and with weaponry we man it,
dream up lucrative devotions,
scheme up profiteering notions.
(If it’s good for us, we ban it.)
We pour poisons in the oceans,
putrefy the air we’re breathing,
spew out gases foul that interfere
with shield of ozone wreathing
in the upper atmosphere–
one of the stratospheric layers
necessary for us here–
which greedy corporate players
have been making ...
The Cuckoo That Couldn't
Is destiny carved or does instinct win out?
What causes a species to thrive or thin out?
Are queries and theories the puzzles they seem?
Let's hark to a cuckoo tale spun from a dream.
There once was a cuckoo who happened to grow
Into a rare nestling that needed to know,
About all the whispers and strange twittered words
That designate cuckoos as crazy weird birds.