Amphibians Poems - Poems about Amphibians

POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 3: EVOLUTION Peers by Michael R. Burch These thoughts are alien, as through green slime smeared on some lab tech’s brilliant slide, I grope, positioning my bright oscilloscope for better vantage, though I cannot see, but only peer, as small things disappear— these quanta strange as men, as passing *****. And you, Great Scientist, are you the One, or just an intern,...

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I brought home an axolotl In a thin-necked ketchup bottle Then I could never get the damned thing out. I broke up with the mute Egyptian Found his code was a crude encryption Read the story of the life of a silent lout. Waddlin' toddlin' down the track End of the line and halfway back Marry or bury me, I don't care Fiddlin' a...

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Frog and Toad were on the road When they met a Chinaman He said, 'Harro. How do-you-do? I nevel see two flogs rike you.'...

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I'm a frog, you're a frog, Everyone's a frog-frog, On a log, in the bog, Hiding from the dog-dog....

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Options Underwater: The Song of the First Amphibian by Michael R. Burch “Evolution’s a Fishy Business!” 1. Breathing underwater through antiquated gills, I’m running out of options. I need to find fresh Air, to seek some higher Purpose. No porpoise, I despair to swim among anemones’ pink frills. 2. My fins will make fine flippers, if only I can walk, a little out of kilter,...

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When life is losing its meaning, And the glorious colors grow pale, And death seems the one destination, Remember the humble toad, Doomed to spend drier days Digging deep in the arid ground, Seeking survival and shelter, But to be loving and birthing, It later returns to the flow Of a resilient milieu that bestows The clarity of radiant expanse And the nudges of buoyant kin. Perhaps...

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Wash Those Froggies, Wash Those Froggies, Dirty Froggies Get Eaten By Moggies. Don't Be Mean, Get Them Clean While You Read Your Magazine....

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Ten tiny pollywogs Happy as can be Along came an alligator Ate up three. Seven skittish pollywogs Beneath a lily pad Up swam a rainbow trout They all died sad....

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How much lower could I go? How much more could I take? Hadn't I had my fill, my share more than my share? And you held my head underneath the water in the wooden trough you, gestapo god and by christ you did not let me come up for air. You willed me to be a new thing an aquatic creature gilled and with a cold cold...

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