As I seize from greener pasture
Forgive me for taking away nature
lives have always been in vain
stopping them from breathing with pain
I toil never to hold my gun
with tears full of fun
The sleepless night became difficult
Because hunting was my cult
I regret taking away this joy of hunting
But not jolliness of killing
remembering the beautiful butterfly
and the choral singing of birds pass by
I never forget about the forest
even when I went to rest.
Copyright © Amin Tres
I am your god
You worship at my altar
Yet I offer you no salvation
My glassed fingers
Boiling liquid answers
Stretching minds to new possibilities
Some are offered health and wellness
I am virility in a blue pill
A diabetic's reason to celebrate
I am a surgeons hand
I am more
Yet I take
You are unable to wield my power
I am atomic
Power to warm
Light your darkened hallways
Melt the skin from your bones
I am disappearing ozone
The death of your oceans
Viruses strengthened by your wisdom
I am the answers to questions you don't wish answered
I point you to another
Yet you are blind
You cannot see
You worship at my altar
Yet I offer no salvation
Personifying Science contest.
Written September 14th 2013
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux
Science, you’re a cool, efficient fellow.
Your counterpart, Humanities, is free
to simply feel, while you, with need to KNOW,
stir brightest minds with curiosity!
You show us God-like strides in every field
of your vast knowledge as you tempt mankind
each century with wonders of your yield,
influencing the world’s each greatest mind,
practitioners who then unleash your power
for good or bad into the universe.
Arts dance while you grow mighty in your tower,
like Babel rising. Will you be our curse?
Your worshipers are not divine, and they -
In raising YOU - may fell the world one day.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
Once a month Earth’s moon takes another gig
Moonlighting in a far-off galaxy
The lunar eclipse only veils the truth
The man in the moon is an absentee
Decades peering down, he needs some relief
He’s seen famine, wars and catastrophes
His face now pocked by craters of despair
His other world? Fewer calamities!
He’s often afraid to show his full face
So he waxes and wanes in synchrony
Slivers sometimes, half globes make their debuts
Full orb appears with lovers’ harmony
Contrary to most popular beliefs
Werewolves do not gain power from his light
The man in the moon beams with a full grin
When we follow a path righteous and bright
This is the reason we see harvest moons
At times when we reap the best seeds we’ve sewn
The man who watches us is happy then
Bright orange smile -- appreciation shown
*For Deborah Guzzi’s Harvest Moon Contest
Phrase: The Man in the Moon
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
* Weird Science *
With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK a NERD
Science -relativity theory and it's light speed from space
Experiment this- discover that, is how scientist rant
Brainy cats have so many open portals in their minds
You talk down to us as if we carry the brains of a bird
Do you really think we are all blind,
for not caring over the objectives principles of the Heisenberg?
You passed each and ever single science fairs in class
Feeding your ego collecting dots
After school you earned the right when a bully kicked your a$$!
A DORK calling your self the Math Magician King
Burning and crashing our minds explaining the physics of dying fast
Using your Quantum Leap that our universe comes with a destiny string
No desire to be wired who needs your further scientific understanding
Life comes with a pattern in which we once lived electricity free
Ironically your scientific process of defining itself continues to expand
Supported by the measurements and masses only you NERDS understand
The power points of our so called energy,
is pointless to me like our so called gravity.
The tale you spin is not of love but a twisted one of insanity
God is the only scientific knowledge I want to perceive!
All you so called scientist, riding the lightning like Benjamin F.
Take the bolt and tie it like a noose around your neck
Following your own perception while you feed off the sheep
Here you come to emerge to discipline us with your mind of a genius
You come and you bash us with NERD brain waves to explain!
That this world revolves around the elements and laws of scientific claims
Research this- research that- who gives a cr@p we still die at the end
While life continues, to grow and manipulate our fate, about the universe
Unsolved facts about Einstein, who left his velocity of change for us to comprehend.
Instead of trying to rule the world, explain the facts why things keep getting worse?
Over exaggerating the excitement of an Ancient Mayan 2012 discovery curse.
Bottom line you scientific quacks,
the real Celestial body is found on the bottom of my crack.
By; P.D. ( LOL, I love Science )
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A
The knowledge I have given man
to chart his own destiny
Will it be for his betterment
or his detriment
I can only wait and see
Copyright © john beharry
Day in and day out, white coated lab rats try chopping me into smaller and smaller pieces as if I was no more significant than a carrot or an onion. Enough, already.
But there’s more. Those irrational humans throw piles of money at
Elongated underground tunnels for the sole purpose
Of smashing me into nano-somethings.
I could think of better ways to spend a Sunday.
When those “geniuses” get bored with trying to split me,
They attach little circular imposters together with pins.
Why they revel in their intelligence by playing
With clown noses is beyond me.
To be born an atom is exhausting,
But I’ll outlast every one of
Those meddling humans.
Copyright © David Fisher
As a helium balloon floated up in the sky one day
Gravity told him he'd soon be coming down
The balloon thought up was the only way
On his way to the great unknown
He was hoping he'd reach the stars
But he didn't get that far
Suddenly gravity began tugging at him
And soon helium lost his vigor and vim
He began slowly coming down
Gravity held him till he reached the ground
Copyright © Joseph May
Sleeping dragon through the Dark Ages,
Coldblooded and unfeeling wraith,
It awoke and consumed the human race,
Entering every aspect of their lives.
Nothing can destroy this beast of knowledge
Except an Apocalypse.
Copyright © Tara Andre
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Poison - Inflict
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
By our sons of Belial
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
Expostulate vile villains
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Copyright © Joel Thornton
We are a faint star cluster,
a mere wisp of evening cloud
So far, so very far away
Our distance cannot be fathomed
by your feeble, mortal mind
We may be stardust by now…
For Sheri’s contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson
Weaving narrative with mono amines,
Amino acids, strings of neuropeptides,
Intoxicating bliss inside the center.
Front to back it conducts its own beat.
Beat, beat, little heart of thought
From us your finite infinity grows,
As copper on green silicon, not a
Free electron present, zero, each small
Element must hold its own charge.
Thinking, soupy throbbing of your head,
Depolarizes string batteries. Strange,
When finding itself within the morning break
Each echo pings the front, sounding inside
Its own empty skull.
Brain your fitting image lost to us
I held you in my hands, a little heavy,
You weighed them down, gray upon the table
Cold, lifeless, pale, intricate lump
Copyright © Shanice Hilliard
Dogs, have they names,
Copyright © Ryan Stokes
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
Like a mother of many faces
Changing through the ages
What is written is important but more important is the yet unfilled pages
Her hands are pale yet very dexterous
She has to be ambidextrous
She is sometimes a muse an actress
But she can expand beyond basis
Sometimes she shows her eon’s long age and lawfulness
She can be very grounded and strict even if her gaze is endlessness
But when little girl rises in her that is when she is fabulous
She should be perused with fearlessness
She is greatest when she shows boldness
Then she is able to draw on any canvas
She of course always has focus
But she is sublime when this focus is satisfied yet results show oddness
She and her sister magic look at the sun
When their sun rises they will be one
The ancient wisdom will flourish but its fears will be gone
And the humanity will see that a new down has begun
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec
They visit me here though they think me dead
They all think me a long time gone
The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow
Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own
The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think
Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps
I open that very old secret door which leads to my rest
And with a heavy heart consumed by this fire, I prepare for the kill
But then, outside, there is no one, no one is there
No one out there now to steal from me this time in here
Outside now I catch only the furtive and dark shadows
As I hear the lonesome cry of a howling wolf or hurting bird
I dart quickly another look again to my ancestral and cold coffin
My fateful resting place is one more time again safe
No friend nor foe to release me to free me tonight from my woes
And from all of my black and torturous betraying thoughts
I, Barnabas Collins, I stand here in all this darkness alone
As I close my weary eyes for another moment and rolling time
Then again I hear the wind moaning and hear the wind weeping
The dogs are howling and my wounded heart abates in the wind
They're my only companions in my endless and perpectual sorrow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
July 22, 2010
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter
Like parallel lines run together
they never meet if they run forever
on different roads but side by side
lest in life they coincide
if they intersect they combine
they overlap and entwine
for it is how our twin souls run
how two souls turned to be ONE...
Copyright © Aseem Alagh
My computer glared with social hate
I buried my head down
It beeped a message
Telling me; we should really spend less time together,
I just think your making everything about me
I can't be friendly to your friends anymore
I can't keep wishing electronic happy B-days, when I don't know who the hell they are!
Tell me you hear me..... also this facebook wench! Jesus does she have to know
Everything you and me do in private
Can't we even go out on an on-line date,
Without checking for the latest youtube sensation
I mean, since when do you even listen to OK Go?
Not only that, but you use me to steal others copyrighted material
I could go to jail and so could you,
Do you want the FBI to confiscate me from you?
I thougt so, I just came to the conclusion that
You and me? we need to take a cyberbreak
You should try your cellphone sometimes..., I know he definately feels left out
Except when your using him to check on me!
This is done
I can't keep living life knowing that your using me to become sociably popular
I'm not your free ride to reality T-V fame
Get it? Got it? Good!
And if I catch you trying to tweet me in my sleep....
Well..... you don't even want to know!
Copyright © shane solomon
The forest might not be mine,
But in my dreams i still cross that line.
my memories cant be forgotten
as i picture animals getting rotten.
I still want to hunt with pain,
but not to dream with any blood stain.
No to hunting,taking all animals as a pet
I hold them with care without a bullet,
though I have a meal without flesh
is like drinking water which is not fresh.
my career is no longer to kill,
But to watch the forest from a hill
My last words as I hunt no more
As I enjoy nature by the shore.
Copyright © Amin Tres
Gathered dust of centuries old
adorns her great celestial robe
Glowing embers in eternal folds
threaded into gigantic orbs
Her face ravaged by endless vestige
of time, curled around her arm
a void pregnant with infinite age
etched on her heavenly palm
In dark chalices of her eyes
a billion candles light her tears
in abounding boulevards they baptize
portals of amaranthine frontiers
Morass of her enticing plait
ensnared many an adventurer
Hunters, archers, at her gate
lie crucified in love forever
Prying eyes gaze in wonder
at her astral boroughs
Dwarfed in its order
is an illusive chaos
At her altar are sacrificed
the lives of countless doomed
from their ashes then arise
Phantoms from her womb
The sorceress at her soiree
beckoning with her wand
christened with the sobriquet
The invisible great beyond
Copyright © azfar malik
BENEVOLENT HIS CHARMS
PROMISING NO HARM
SEARCHING FOR HIS LAMB
DEATH IN HIS GRIPPING KISS
SLANDERER OF SOULS
SCYTHE AT HIS SIDE
REAPING WHAT IS YET TO BE SOWN
DRAGGING IT DOWN INTO ABYSS
BEATTY EYES LIKE BLACK POOLS
HIS SMILE ENSNARES
THE OMEN OF EVIL
HUNTING HIS PREY
LURED INTO THE GRAVE
A BECKONING CONCLAVE
MURDEROUS IN ARDOR
Copyright © E.M. Tingle
Traveling through the galaxies of many and more,
I come up under a Star I have never seen before.
It had light brighter than anything I’ve ever seen.
It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen.
It could talk it could dance and it could even sing.
It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king.
It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me.
It made me the link for the whole world to see.
I was to link each kingdom according to orders.
Each one had four corners and then four borders.
So I went around the galaxies linking what I could.
Many had burned out Stars that just never would.
I saw where there were no towns or cities at all.
I seen all of the planets made great and small.
There was a missing link to the universe I saw.
I found myself linking it all up standing in awe.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich
When His dreams becomes visible by word expressions, then He's going to
become Po @ It( poetic), but when His dreams becomes a reality then he is
considered Rich @ It!!!
Copyright © Curtis Hicks