Armageddon and Catastrophe to Blow Your Mind Unless No Questions Asked #doomsday #end #poetry #history

end of the world coming - or not

Prophesying

Doomsday always interests,
Fascinates, attracts.
People from across the globe
Just gotta click on that.

A preacher on the radio
Foresees apocalypse.
Or ancient Mayan calendars,
Our future’s bleak from this.

You’ll view a post on YouTube
That says the end began,
And now we all just have to watch
Unfurling of god’s plan.

Planet X is hiding
On the far side of the sun,
To pop out when the prophet says
Disaster has begun.

Really, people, really?
So often said, a bore
When someone warns the end is here.
We’ve heard it all before.

Earthquakes and every comet
Lead to such predictions.
Storms will ravage, plagues do kill,
Through natural conditions.

Always keep an open mind
But don’t let your brains fall out.
Be skeptical and think it through,
Belief comes after doubt.

by Kate Rauner

I don’t understand why people seem weirdly delighted at the end of the world – maybe the same reason they watch horror movies. Relax with space.com, and check some history on rationalwiki.

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Our Destiny Tied to the Wonderful Desert Watermelon #poem #poetry #evolution #nature #middleeast #watermelon

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Wild in the deserts
Of Egypt and Sudan,
Grows hard and bitter fruit
Called gurma in that land.

Harvested and hoarded
Somewhere in the shade,
It holds a fount of water
In green flesh that it made.

Water for dry seasons,
Water kept in storage,
Water for a Pharaoh’s Ba
On his celestial voyage.

The fibrous fruit was pounded,
So juices bound would flow.
A gift to desert dwellers
Five millennia ago.

From one gene only, dominant,
Its bitter taste was made,
So when recessive flowers met
The bitterness did fade.

Melons bearing yellow flesh,
By Common Era’s time,
Rabbis grouped with grapes and figs
As sweet within the rind.

The gene for sugar links with red,
Though DNA was not yet spelled,
Medieval farmers bred
A fruit fit for angels.

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A related wild species in the Kalahari desert

Ruby slabs of watermelon
Decorate my table,
While in the wild deserts
Its ancestral stock is stable.

Civilization could collapse,
There could be Armageddon.
But in five thousand years,
Our Kin could once again
Have watermelon.

Thanks to nationalgeographic.com. And thanks to Mark Twain for writing that watermelon is what the angels eat.

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