Best Bacteria Poems


Premium Member autopsy of multiples being eaten

the deer died with her eyes open  
which means she watched herself  
become field  
something permeable  

I found her on the third day of autumn—  
found autumn wearing her decaying hide  
like a hand-me-down dress  

the flies had already written their poems  
in the metaphors of her throat:  
small black punctuation, multiplying  

I wanted to close her eyes  
but my hands passed through  
what I once believed was boundary  

later the biologist told me  
decomposition is just the body  
finally telling the truth  

about how many selves were always  
inside you waiting to be released—  
even the child who never grew old enough  
to be revision  

now when I say I, I mean the forty trillion  
bacteria who call this dirt-body home  

I mean the deer  
the flies  
I mean the light  
that passed through her  
and landed here  

in this poem  
which is just another way of being eaten  
which is just another word for love  
by the porous self

Premium Member Bacteria Blues

Watch out, fella!
Beware of Salmonella!
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

A Serving of Bacteria With the Pork

A Serving of Bacteria With the Pork?

By Elton Camp

It’s hard to believe that some say
Eating pork that’s pink is okay

Here’s how a supermarket survey went
Yersinia were found in nearly 70 percent

Salmonella, enterococcus and listeria too
Make undercooked pork a meal to rue

Since hogs to begin with aren’t very clean
Better hygiene in processing it does mean

In the meantime, what can pork eaters do
For reasonable safety, the options are two

Cross-contamination must not take place
And adequate cooking germs will efface

It makes some wonder if they might
Embrace a largely vegetarian diet
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member The Inferior Bacteria

The Inferior Bacteria


     There was once a young bacteria,

     Who used to feel inferior.

     But he resisted antibiotics

     And medicines exotic,

     Now he is feeling superior.

       Barry Stebbings
       13/04/17

Bacteria Is Our God, Spora Mother of God

Bacteria is our God,
Moles, Spore (spora) mother of God;
Before the life existed,
Nothing there was,
Except luminosity of sun,
Sheen of moon and stars;
Earth separated itself from sun,
Formed identity of own;
Yet relied on energy of sun,  
Moon and other planets and stars;
Sun heated and moon cooled,
Positive and it's opposite,
Always were in collision, 
As opposite roles they had;
Major portion of burning earth 
Covered by sea of liquified gases,  
Hydrogen, Oxygen and minerals, 
From burning inner fire of earth,
Potassium, Magnesium, choride,
Sulfate, sodium, calcium and so on; 
At the shore and beneath the sea,
Chemicals reacted in damp, 
Moisture, in stale unmoving water; 
Turned into green molds,
Helped spora (seed) of bacteria, 
First life on earth to grow; 
Never be in misconception, 
For God sake,
Things decay is just waste;
Decay is life for next life;
Bacteria is our God 
And Spore (spora) is seed of God;

© Sadashivan Nair

Bacteria To the Fuscia

A cosmonaut called Anatoli was diagnosed with acute E.coli
When he became somewhat delirious, they thought it was Bacillus cereus
When plated out under a prism, it looked instead like Botulism
Have you all gone off your rockers, it’s a strain of Staphlycoccus
And then thrown in just as a bonus, a rumour spread of Pseudomonas
No way you nincompoops cried Hans, it’s Candida albicans. 
We’re all agreed the team replied........ just after Anatoli died!


Bacteria

Bacteria

                                      Baleful creatures at times
                                        Belonging in one place
                                       Brutal if their misplaced 
                                       Basic need for our lives
                                         Benefits and betrays
                                        Boundless, microscopic 
                                        Barbaric, blessed bugs

Find Bad Bacteria Horn Saying

Find Bad Bacteria Horn Saying

To find things do not be a dope
Start looking through microscope
Find bad bacteria have to hope.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Minus Coronavirus

Doctors fight
Day and night
To save countless lives
From a virus that does not play by the rules
It attacks us in confined spaces like gyms and indoor swimming pools
Anywhere where germs and bacteria thrive
This coronavirus wants to destroy our lives
Washing our hands and sterilizing them wherever we go 
Is part of education. Now we know!
As information spills out day by day
We've learnt that close human contact should be avoided
For the time being. Please obey!
Let's unite
And do what is right

Bacteria and Viruses Feed On Our Foolishness

Indecision and weakness, selfishness and recklessness
Invade our personalities and sap from our souls stamina
When fleas, lice and bedbugs feed on our foolishness
Panel beating us flat and horizontal into the lamina

Mosquitoes, leeches, bacteria, plasmodia and viruses our bodies incapacitate
Leaving our mangy bodies vulnerable
As though we inadvertently chose to precipitate
Crises and conundrums that disable

Our broken bodies
Blowing them first left next right
When high energy eddies
Steal and peel our birthright

When fellow sinners despite their burdens
Join us in solidarity
As we fumble, grumble and stumble in the sorrow gardens
Where hypocrites look down on the majority

Communicate without speaking
Wincing at the sorrows they wish they knew
Quitting from burdens of life and quaking
Would render us inferior to the shrew

Who despite her smaller size put up a brave show
To grant us comfort and support
As we dodge the low blow
Fate strikes in a determined effort us from life to export and deport.

Agrobacterium Tumefaciens Interactions With Mangifera Indica

Young mango plant
Young growing seed
Push from the tumbling mess of weed
And gain the sunshine, gain the air-
Gain the microbe -but beware!

There lurks one special microbe here
Awaiting cuts and scrapes
He enters wounds and then insists
The host cell replicate

By conjugating with a plant,
He crosses all the lines
And forces all your cells to make
The food of his design

You’ll replicate incessantly
And form a barky ball
Abnormal growth for all to see
From one microbe so small!

Your kingdom is his kingdom,
Though he never was invited
Genome contaminated
When he thinks he is a virus

Beware this little microbe
Who seems to’ve lost his senses
Keep growing, but when cut 
Prepare to booster your defenses

Morbidity of Bacteria

E-pidemic
L-ets
M-orbidity
O-f

B-acteria
A-pply
D-readed
I-nfection
O-f
L-ethal
A-ilment

Topic: Birthday of Elmo Badiola (June 13) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Lethal Bacteria

D-readed
A-ttack's
N-asty
I-nfection
E-mploys
L-ethal

B-acteria
A-pplying
R-abidity
B-y
A-dvancing
C-ruel
E-pidemic's
N-otorious
A-ilment

Topic: Birthday of Daniel Barbacena (June 10) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Bacteria of Rabidity

A-ilment's
N-otorious
A-ttack

L-ets
I-nfection
Z-one
A-pply

N-astiness
A-nd
B-acteria
O-f
R-abidity

Topic: Birthday of poetess Ana Liza C. Nabor (June 04) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Bacteria

K-iller
I-nfection's
M-ystery
B-rutally
E-mploys
R-abid
L-ink's
Y-ucky

B-acteria
U-sing
E-pidemic's
N-asty
D-isease
I-n
A-ttack

Topic: Birthday of Kimberly Buendia (May 24) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace