Best Biological Poems
So far it's been 35 years since I started to roam the Earth, You only stood in my life from birth until i was 11months then left me with no trace not even a word.
I try to forget about you but in my mind you still creep in, Why put me through this mental torture was I such a sin ? I'm surprised you didn't throw me into a trash bin.
At times I fall asleep with tears in my eyes wondering what was your reasons for disappearing, also wondering if you did the same to my unknown siblings.
In fact it's a whole half of my bloodline that I don't know, Did you even advise them of my existence ? How can you as a "Woman" have a Heart so cold ?
As I grew older I tried to track you exhausting many options and logic, I guess I have better chances of meeting Jesus before we ever discuss this topic.
I was raised by my Paternal side of the Family who nurtured and watched me grow, Now I found the Woman who I will soon marry God willing adopt some children and start my own Family.
I am not poor nor am I rich 1 thing's for sure I will never be like you you disgraceful Witch, The pains you have caused me I would never wish on another since you decided to run and go in to deep cover, I'm glad I don't have to refer to you as a Biological Mother.
By: Shawn Muñoz
I've searching for him since I was
A toddler, I thought he didn't want
Didn't want to be bothered
Like a missing piece of a puzzle
I didn't know that other side of me
Part of my soul was missing
So I adopted my stepfather and tried
Find the answer in him
It last for a while, but I was not satisfied
My soul longed for a father figure
But it could not find it
I asked my mother where was my biological
She said "I don't know, maybe he's in Chicago"
So I searched and searched
But I could not find him
My stepfather faded away
The Angels carried him away
I was lost, no father figure at all
saddened and dismayed, my soul wondered
Then one day my mother said I found him
The long wait was over
I saw him for the first time
My biological father
And he did want to be bother
He hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek
He said I love you
My soul was revived, I found myself
The missing piece of the puzzle
Found it's place
Then I finally joined with the other side of me
A mathematician once stated to me,
That H-2-O is water you see,
So in a sly whim
I barked back at him
Can you tell me what is K-NINE-P.
What demons lurk in government leaders?
Our lives like toys to play and discard?
Hearts frozen in fear
Snakes coiled to strike
Gas or virus, from enemies within
You may overcome us, sicken and slay
But remember the 3%, from
Revolutionary days!
I stand with my brothers, to the last man
Hell hath no fury
Like an American band!
Rock from the streetcorners!
Resistence is strong!
Gabriel's horn section
Angels sing along!
Through smoke and the tears
God fights at our side
His grace will sustain us
His love will survive!
Now join with me brothers
Sisters come too!
You won't want to miss
This concerts for you!
04/27/13
Ah, when men are men not mere fools
Then to be men means more than just
Dangling biological tools
Wise young women must hunt for clues
To find those few whom they may trust
Wise men who do not punt with fools
Care and crave those family jewels,
But palm them off if pawn you must,
Haggling the cost more handy tools
Don’t treat asses like they’re good mules
Asses get thrashed while mules stay trussed
Young women must know men from fools
Hearts and hands may both be cruel
Hard or soft likewise they may crush
Be wise: bad workers blame their tools
Beasts may prey, so may Beauty fool,
Betray their love, give in to lust…
Men and women may both be fools
Poor hearts, poor handling, blaming tools.
22/07/2016
When papa brought me home, I felt loved from the start.
I had no problem giving all of you my whole heart,
You all never made me feel like canine, I was family.
I was protective towards you all; I gave all of me,
When I ran out the gate, I ran after my little brother
Aimed to keep him safe; had strong bond with one another,
But I never made it across the street I was hit by a car;
I was hurt badly; all I could think was, it wasn't that far.
And where was my little brother? Was he safe and ok?
My life was fleeting; he came by my side that awful day.
You gave me up when I was born,
This to me should be a mother's scorn.
I saw you from time 2 time(s) as I grew,
But your heart I never knew.
YOUR focus was OTHER things and not me, my sister or my brother,
After giving me and them up you had anOTHER.
She of ALL your children was the ONLY one you took the time to rear,
I said before, when you passed I would not shed a tear.
December 23, 2012, God called you on home,
When I heard the news it was via phone.
The last I saw you was a very sad thing,
...because you did not know my name.
As I looked at you, your features and body shape, I was thinking Oh my!
How I look, you were the reason why.
Though I never knew and will NEVER know your traits and what made you happy or sad,
The fact the you gave me life is ALL the love I ever had.
Rest In Peace prehaps I will meet you soon,
The facts remain, that we learn in the womb.
This I say because, I ask questions and try and figure out your past which some things seems to mirror me,
...I am thinking how could this be...!
After birth, I was never around you long enough to pick on the things you do,
..how on earth could I be like you...
So, for whatever reason you gave me up when I born,
No closure and not knowing who gave me life, was the only reason I mourned.
The man that planted the seed, I also NEVER knew,
I wonder was I like him too.
fertilization upon ovule
via spermatozoa automatically
gearing linkedin anticipated birth
especially upon confirmation conception
did sex seed
after numerous attempts dispelled dearth
as probable odds
finally wrought hardy sea men
to stoke the womb
spelling biological chances
that, fecund female will evince swollen girth
the longest time tested oven since humans
found warmth
amidst flint stoned sparked hearth
and fraught with utmost joy
at prospective parent hood
which, (lemme here
collective soulful sigh of relief)
that *****Sapiens
durability foretold tubby good
thenceforth extra mouth
to feed necessitated larder of food
which harvests
must be plenti full to appease gods,
and bank on siblings
to beget appreciable brood
hence existence extant for millennia
fastened tight like umbilical cord
sustaining potential life in utero
in due time dilating cervix will a ford
signal (predicated on natural bio rhythms),
whence that cub hoard will be a saving grace
(amazingly innate survival skills) noel lord
could ever conceive,
an instinctual attribute moored
within early forebears of modern mankind,
an explicit genetic haversack
microscopically pitch perfect (NON GMO,
gluten free trade) blend poured
with just the exact consistency,
flexibility, and resiliency
(in case a lion, tiger or bear roared)
as adrenaline pumped woman within family way
to escape let incubating progeny shored
when time and tide informed clandestine
cherished, fortified, prized oh ward
whence healthy birth of baby feted,
festooned with garlands engineered ahead
reflecting golden halo
akin to a ring of bright waters
thence new born and maternal figure
ferreted nested in feathered bed
which, didst double up when dread
locked spar ring human,
whence grim reaper got fed
another mortal, which body froze
with rigor mortis heavier like a led
zeppelin versus when person alive in stead
no heroic measures extant
when grim reaper came quick
advent chore of early primates could not treat nor trick
the scythe lent hooded body snatcher
as candle box didst flickr
burning down tallowed wick.
dear mother,
your nurturing is so warm that my DNA denatures because of it,
but at the same time your neutral appearance reseals it.
my bonding to you is like protein structure it takes step to become strong,
like primary, secondary ,tertiary and quaternary structure.
whenever i see you mom, my pitutary start releasing oxytocin,
that gives a positive feedback to my brain.
you are the 3 line of defence of my body,
simply you are oxygen of my life,
as without you cellular respiration and vital organs will not work.
When I'm with you,
Time stops.
The paradox: Time goes,
Like the thin web a dream becomes upon waking, barely discernable and then just a feeling it leaves a trace of emotion and then gone.
Those moments you can never get back and each moment and exchange of ideas, breath sending out sound waves to reverberate my malleolus, incus, stapes, and amplify in my cochlea, sending neurological impulse my cochlear nerve you reach me,
Some say words get in the way.
Your words, you, you become part of me.
And when your words stop, even when you are gone
I have them with me as if
When I am with you.
Important to note the date!
© Ben Burton 4-17-1961
Though nature is a miracle of fragrance, sound, and sight
What can compare with tadpoles turning into butterflies
To think that dainty creature with its wings in flurried flight
Was once a polly-wolly-doodle all the day and night
Now see the creepy caterpillar slinking up the stem
He's squishy, green, and yellow and whatever color blends
But mostly he's repulsive, no one wants to be like him
Til his cocoon brings forth a frog as every young boy's friend
If you prefer the butterfly, then shoo them off of logs
For if they light they might become a snack for some big frog
You'd think by now a butterfly would come equipped with claws
But evolution always has been fraught with endless flaws
Brolley Hit
Give me something small
No big bomb or aircraft carrier needed
A little virus on the tip of a pin
Ready to inject you viral death
Not fall down dead a few days
Starts with a fever then more
Doctor thinks it’s a cold or flu
It's a bit more serious but shhh!
Don't alert the authorities
Before the operative escapes
Another KGB hit on a scientist
More Cold War superpower woes
Daggers in the dark jab a scientist
On a Manchester bridge with a brolley
How else to stop the weapon programs?
Time is the strictest and most honest man
I ever see
Man like to tell beautiful lies
To restrict aging, to maintain youth
Amazing and wonderful
But no matter what are the efforts
All will be ended up by white lies themselves
No matter where're the longitude and latitude
Jet lag is only for the eyes
But not for the body
The biological clock
The life span
Where time is the only judge
You know how some woman have a panic attacks
Because they realize their days of having children are limited
Well young girls of the teenage variety have that same kind of fear
Yet it surrounds their virginity
You see it starts to seem like your missing out
Your friends are telling you what a joy it is
Yet you've never experienced it
It starts to get embarrassing
Cause by a certain age lets say 20
People expect you not to be
And even though your waiting for the right guy
None of your other friends seem to be
They seem to be in love
Falling all at the same time
And your sitting here lonely
Missing out
Not putting out
They don't understand how you feel
and they never will
The clock is ticking
It's time to grown up
It's time to finally be what you're becoming
A woman
You thought you were proud of still being
But when their reaching for condoms
and all you can do is smile
It starts to make you feel like
WOW
What does this all really mean?
Sadness comes over you
You have no idea what to do
No candidates to help fix this issue
Tick, Tick, Tick , Tick, Tick,
No fairy god mothers to prepare you
Life begins now...
And all you know is that times running out
You have to be parted or you'll lose all sense of self
I'm no longer a little girl
The man I wished to but didn't know
A Father that left a very long time ago
I've wondered if he thought of the girls he left behind
Did he feel anything or were we ever on his mind
Always wondering if it was easy for him to go
Though small children oh how we still loved him so
Wondering for such a long time what we did
How can a man walk away from even one little kid
A new family a new life was his dream come true
How could you leave those five little girls who loved you
What is there that makes a man a father
Why was it for us it seemed such a bother
As years pass I still do not understand
How you throw away children with your wedding band
One day I would like an answer to this one!