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.
* 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 )
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.
His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.
He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.
He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.
(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,
Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.
© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
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
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
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!
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.
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
Dogs, have they names,
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!!!