Best Amoebas Poems

He should desire a verse of lost day past
while time enough was free to have enough,
When pace and life led more to mean but fast
as...

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I remember, back before puberty,
and all concomitant complexities,
visiting the pond behind our barn,
to watch water spiders.

I wondered what we would like living on thin transparent...

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having arrived at this juncture
of learning the man made structure
of creations, gods, demons and time
and various situations not quite so sublime
where nothing under the sun...

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As our civilisation reaches new heights
We can be proud of our achievements
As we enter a new golden age

Survivors of the second penicillium war
We harnessed our...

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We humans like all creatures to have a purpose, an aim,
From one-celled amoebas to fungi-spore glebas,
They need a good reason to compete in life's game.
Consider...

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waltz blazing sirens from shores of the frosted tomorrow
just look around and behold everything that makes our souls distant
l’existence est ailleurs! my negatively dear Clementine
in...

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My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror...

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On and on we meander 
             in might-have-beens:
     ...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur...

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translucent colours
                       ...

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Turtle spawn can be placed very deep and vertical in glowing colourful beds. But Atlantic highways stuff their coffers with gold and thus adorn the...

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Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding...

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Will you get my shoes out of that crevice, please?
I seem to have lost bits and pieces of my memory
Can you help me find them?
Sometimes,...

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An antecedent me, a subsequent
and present me, all those me who went
through stones, plants, amoebas, arthropods,

reptilians, arachnids, mammals, men
and women, a reptilian again
as punishment for...

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