Best Biologists Poems
When I was a child
My father told me
Of a wondrous creature
He'd seen in the sea.
In Lake Okanogan
Ogopogo's the feature
But here on our coast
We have our own creature.
Cadborosaurus is
Our sea serpent's name.
Not as famous as Nessie
But here she has fame.
October through April
Is 'Caddy' watching season.
She must like the cold
For the water is freezin'.
Marine biologists
Have reports by the score
But not one Cadborosaurus
Has washed up on shore.
So is she there
Or is she not?
I guess we won't know
Unless she gets caught.
My father believed
That he'd seen our 'Caddy'
So I believe in her too
Because I believed my Daddy.
Struggling in the dark to breathe
I flip the light switch underneath
It's glow surrounds me like a wreath
I've landed in a cave
An icy mountain cave
My pod is running out of air
I pop the canopy and stare
An ice cave lighted by my flare
I take a deepened breath
(Is that a tinge of death?)
My focus sharpens, taking stock
A hint of light there, and some rock
I grab supplies and start to walk
Along the purple ice
A cave of purple ice!
I find the sunlight, of all things
But not a sound of wanderings
No flitting buzz of insect wings
Just a horrid silence
Vacant, horrid silence
A vista spreads before my feet
A valley, lakes and trees, replete
Yet not a hint of hearts that beat
Just throbbing in my ears
The throbbing of my fears
No flap of creatures on the wing
No howls or bellows echoing
No noise from ANY living thing
There's something very wrong
Yes, something's deadly wrong
Not long ago there must have been
Here and beyond a wondrous scene
Lifeforms designed in types yet seen
Now, just death's aroma
Putrid death's aroma
Just weeks before we'd scanned this place
From our approach, not far in space
'Twas full of life and not a trace
Of ANYthing to fear
No pathogens to fear
How could this splendid landscape lay
With trees and plants, from hills to bay
Yet ALL be in such deep decay?
Not a creature living
Not a thing left living!
The smell was overwhelming rot
The more I breathed, the more I fought
To not expel upon that spot
All that was inside me
All that lay inside me
Just months behind me, colonists
Builders, couples, biologists
And naught but this apocalypse
To welcome their sad eyes
Just ghastly mass demise
What caused this ruin here was grand
A cataclysm, air and land
An answer I MUST have in hand
Before my friends arrive
Or we will not survive
No, we will not survive ...
Not one soul left alive.
From some week
Nauseous I feel
Last month my period also ceased
I'd gone to Doctor
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me.
A sweet smile ran through my lips
Oh! I was tickled pink
But wait..
Is it any pleasantary?
I'm preggy? So funny it is.
I'm just seventeen
Having no boyfriend
Or any such relationship
Again, she checked
But this time, she was amazed
She ascertained my virginity
Also assured my pregnancy
Spiralled up from blank theory
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "
I went to the library
turned the pages of biology
Found the term Parthenogenesis
A process in which
Female egg converted into offspring
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where?
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear
That I purchased from the science fair
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream
Biologists regarded this
As Super parthenogenesis
After some months or more
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord
15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"
Biologists observe the features,
Of fungi, germs and plants and creatures,
Of violent bangs there is no fear,
Except Exploding Elodea,
(You’ll need a syringe that’ll stick,
To perform this nifty trick)
How living things work, you will see,
When you learn Biology.
Chemists really love to natter,
About substances which make up matter,
And what those chemicals will do,
When other things are added too,
Or when the temperature changes,
Or we alter pressure ranges,
Recording everything they see,
That is known as Chemistry.
In Physics we will all explore,
How things move and so much more,
How stars and planets run their courses,
The interaction of matter and forces,
How the Universe came to be,
And what makes up the atomi,
Physicists find their delight,
From the very small to infinite.
Blessed are those that study English for they shall bite their tongues in order to pronounce
words.
Blessed are the Mathematicians for they shall calculate how stars came into existence.
Blessed are the I.R.K.(Islamic Religious Knowledge) students for they shall know the amount
of nots and lines in the Qu’ran.
Blessed are the C.R.K.(Christian Religious Knowledge) students for they shall memorize and
summarize the Bible.
Blessed are the Agriculturists for they shall plough and make ringes on the moon.
Blessed are the Historians for they shall have the opportunity to tell lies on what they do not
see.
Blessed are the Biologists for they shall find the amount of the heart beat of a living thing
from birth on earth.
Blessed are the Fine Artists for they shall draw the Kann Scape of heaven.
Blessed are the Economists for they shall save every kobo over a century.
Blessed are the Commerce students for they shall one day buy and sell in the Ozone Layer.
Blessed are the Home Management and Clothing and Textile students for they serve clothes
to the sun, moon and stars.
Blessed are the Food and Nutritionists for they serve food to the planets in the sky.
Blessed are the Chemistry students for they shall one day resolve human beings.
Blessed are those studying Literature for they shall one day write on how God was made.
Blessed are the Geographers for they shall burn in the atmosphere in an attempt to travel to
the sun.
Blessed are the Technicians for they shall construct houses, roads and bridges on the sun.
Blessed are the Physicists for they shall one day make the earth bounce and dance.
One thing we discovered that all aliens are not cruel
In fact they do have humility and care being loyal
To our multi-verse in tons
In a way like humans
Some are even superiors to us
With cutting edge technology thus
Some can be inferior to us
But not cruel and selfish like Sapiens
Those were the freshest example
To the universal brotherhood a preamble..6
After treating us in most universal way
They bade a good bye in a unique way
The moment was unforgettable
Since the multi-versal bond became stable
Gifting us latest tools and weapons
Besides the knowledge of making vaccines
The team of the biologists departed miles
In a fraction of second with smiles
The tools such as scanning the universe
The compass which runs in outer space terse..7
A goggle which detects virus in body
A medicine that cures all malady
The skills of making water from air
The technique creating fuel fair
How to make a plant grow into a tree
In a few seconds to be stress free
Autism, leprosy and tuberculosis
Corona, dengue and cirrhosis
Would no more be in system solar
For they gave us solutions stellar..8
We too decided to have a purpose
Of making the universe an abode of peace
Back to earth- we were seen as polymaths
Thought leaders and titanic smiths
For the knowledge we received soon delivered
To the research scholars in varsities cultured
The nation felicitated us uniquely
As we became the inter stellar community solely
What a way to have a travel in space..!
Precious was the meeting with our fellow aliens face to face..!!..9
It makes me think that a life with no purpose
Has no meaning at all thus
Where there is a will there is a way
Let us say this come what may
While the sun shines come on make hay
There lies hope in each ray
With clear vision and mission possible
We achieve many a thing impossible
‘The universe is our home.’ A new address
Even Lord Krishna said in his address..!! ..10
that will neither revolutionize whorled wide web,
nor pollinate like fecund human loam
viz - it mine neurological nuances here
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
my present home,
town pulsating with
so called "butterfly effect" ineluctably
fluttering microscopically
like dust motes or invisible foam
(bell leave me) metamorphosed
mental whim, within cranial dome
(in valise case body electric)
covered in 50 + nine slim shades
of gray streaked brown dread fully medium
length lockets i rarely comb,
boot food for thought to set literary stage
before affixing my poetic missive -
from this word wrangler,
hoof hinds himself dumbfounded
at whiz bang of years cuz - just yesterday
aye remembered being a boy,
now i yam more than
half a century since birth didst age.
without further ado
i offer literary missives enclosed
within this body politic spooked
me playful teenage inner child goes "boo"
fur ye to ponder and brew
of his small bread box sized lil motley crue
two daughters due
tee flapped wings, and flew the coop
whereby aye resemble offspring hybrid
ostrich crossed with an emu,
whose deux progeny sired from personal
super reproductive goo
swimming swiftly in
harried styled, swiftly taylor made
viscous tailored tulle lord hue
carrying miniature bin - laden
genetic heritage predominantly Jew
wish with one late uncle Sam,
who preferred to be called cra debt lou
who himself happened to be,
a milch cow frequent moo
wing for bare naked lady gaga friend
winnie mandy della pooh,
which induced inxs doth rue
what comprises Darwinian
Origin of Species to be true
evolutionary biologists versus
Bible thumping creationists claim
with tangible proof as their view
perchance includes you
this chimp bull leaves humans
originated from primate zoo.
My heart is an organ none like any other
It pumps and pumps giving life to my body,
and whispering symphonies to my brain.
Like stones trod upon it has silently endured pain
It demands my attention, judging with each meal I swallow
It keeps me company thumping...thumping...
Thumping peacefully to my African rhythm.
My heart is a beauty biologists admire,
monitoring its every action, as with an infant fresh from Mama's womb.
It speaks but its intentions misunderstood,
and faces a new nemesis at doing good.
As far as East from West it knows no boundary or Geography
It cherishes that which my mind is unable to,
guiding my decisions through all dilemmas.
My heart is no Professor,
for its wisdom has no limitations or knowledge by words written or told .
My heart, my heart...
Is not mine, but a gift that He has allowed me to borrow.
Biologists smell of True Nature
For choosing to Existence nurture:
Of the unicellular plants proud;
Things one can't see in a voice loud;
No deserved shaming of The Vulgar:
Bats, Climbers, Creepers, Germs and Algae,
Knowledge not quite unlike a hard blow
Biologists giving a soft glow
Our youth's favorite reproduction
They just can't want for an induction
But, ponderously, Biologists
Your subject does bear the longest gists
The strangest tongue twisters to memorize:
Names we soon forget, as we revise
All the funny words about hormones:
The progesterones, testosterones
I could Biologists hit with stones:
One cause to start nursing some cracked bones
Suddenly my shuttle broke down midway
Causing me terror in an astute way
Panic everywhere as all were aware not
Felt a shock of stun many an astronaut
Abruptly moving in reverse my compass
The shuttle caught fire and chaos alas..!
Seemingly all general theories at daze
First time this we experience in days
As we lost contact with existing space
It means we were in hyperspace..!1
Theory of relativity became defunct
As strange event was for us in front
Peculiar vehicles rushing around us
To prove we were aliens thus
We being in exterior galaxy afar
Couldn’t decide what to do ajar
The door got jammed due to
The mysterious rays emitted too
From the protective cutting shield of them
The intergalactic war like situation did stem..2
Were they from an advanced form of earth
Or were they searching a new abode due to dearth
Of resources on their planet and no more mirth
We were aghast with no knowledge and girth
The magnitude in which we were about to be done..!
Haunting us in a manner as if were about to be undone..!!
The whole day the shuttle was making rounds
Trying to decode ours in mounds
At last there came the alien detecting team
With methods highly cultured in teem..3
To check any foreign objects with us
To ensure everything was safe thus
Ultimately we deduced that they were
The inter stellar biologists fair
Apart from being hugely qualified and cultured
It was enough to have our egos ruptured
Telepathy and hypnotic being communication
There was no need of any unsolicited action
They seemed to be on a mission
Of making a powerful vaccine..4
As the ‘universal epidemic’ was on
Which was about to wipe down
All species in the universe
To create a lacunae in multi-verse
Thus their mission was a sign of friendship
As they decoded our gestures in spaceship
Apparently we behaved in an amiable way
Thus making for multi-versal brotherhood in a broad way
The highly advanced medicines and instruments they carried
Made us feel as inferior earthlings and worried..5
I am the guardian of the land and the seas
entrusted with the care of the beasts
bears, birds, and butterflies
maintaining an ecological balance is my goal
I take my job seriously
Ask the mountains, forests and the seas
Ask the botanists and biologists
Mother Nature is my name
Psychologists,
sociologists,
anthropologists,
and theologians, curiously,
are more likely to confuse the tragic end of humanity
with the end of EarthLife's developmental
and sacred significance.
Environmentalists,
holistic ecologists,
integral biologists,
students of pre-historic religious re-connecting rapture
are less likely
to collapse the sacred rebirthing value of all life systems
into a monopoly game for supporting anthrolife,
both godless and goddessly,
both loveless and lovely,
both lost and found,
both barely tolerated and gracefully esteemed,
both survived today and thriving toward tomorrows
A wider multicultural awareness
of healthy wealthy ecosystems
is less likely to reduce all wise cultural values
omitting pre-verbal and pre-anthro history
of life and death experiences,
Never alphabetized
or quantified
by retold human history
of anthro-regenerative life
and degenerative biosystemic death narratives.
Life as regenerating love experience,
death as lost and degenerating images
of future inside-only integrally known events;
These two,
ecto-present life and endo-future death,
are much older
hoary
ancient,
more sacred, divine memory
than mere human monopolistic imaging
of Earth's imagined bio-health value
for future opportunities
for extractive dissonance,
and for resonant
regenerative resilience
Re-imagining life and death
histories of EarthLove
told and untold
evokes verbal thoughts
about feeling ecologically connected,
theologically re-connecting
reverberating sacred Words of Promise
Premise dancing rituals,
sung and whistled and chirped and roared exclamations,
eulogies and echoing celebrations
Of Earth re/de-generative creation
in and through spiral cycles,
power and light re/de-volution
of dying life
and death reviving.
Love Sciences
By Mark D. Stucky
If romantic love requires “chemistry,”
how elemental for love is physics?
Negative and positive charges
lustfully attract one another.
But proceed with caution!
Matter and antimatter
explosively combine and
annihilate each other!
Could other science disciplines
facilitate our quest for love?
Could linguists of love
teach us shared languages?
Could astronomers of love
chart love’s celestial paths?
Could cartographers of love
map out love’s landscapes?
Could biologists of love
catalog love’s varieties?
Could ecologists of love
optimize love’s environments?
Could botanists of love
cultivate love in fertile fields?
Could pathologists of love
determine causes when love dies?
Our divided, hostile world
requires love applications
to bridge countless gaps
of misunderstanding
and to bandage bleeding wounds
battered by apathy and hate.
Could love sciences
supply solutions?
Could we educate everyone
in the engineering of love?
(Originally published in Small Town Anthology Volume X: Entries from the Tenth Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2024, pp. 56-57. See also my poems “The Invention of Love” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash.com.)
We dream, with eyes that pierce the veil,
Hope paints a future, bright and hale.
Beyond horizons, dreams unfurl,
A tapestry for a transformed world.
We light the path, where shadows lie,
The human spirit, soaring high.
We are the power.
We teach, a lighthouse in the storm,
Kindling minds, keeping purpose warm.
Scientists delve in mystery's hold,
Biologists, chemists, stories unfold.
Earth's secrets whispered, physics ignite,
Building a future, bathed in reason's light.
We are the power.
We sing with colours, a vibrant display,
Artists ignite emotions, come what may.
Writers with ink, weave worlds unseen,
Truths in fiction, a shimmering sheen.
Musicians soar, with melodies' grace,
Stirring the soul, in this human space.
We are the power.
We heal with touch, a gentle art,
Doctors mend brokenness, a brand new start.
Psychologists navigate the mind's maze,
Guiding lost souls through wisdom's haze.
With empathy's hand, burdens we ease,
Cultivating hope for all to appease.
We are the power.
We build with steel, a future we transcend,
Engineers design, a world without end.
Computer minds craft digital ground,
Educators nurture, wisdom profound.
Economists weave, a tapestry grand,
Shaping a future, for every hand.
We are the builders, the dreamers, the guide,
Leaving our legacy, with purpose as our tide.
We are the power.
Nature’s beauty gives way to many scientificologists.
The ecosystem expert are our parasitic ecologists.
A baby deer might get corn from wildlife biologists.
Tree studiers are foresters, but why not forestologists?
Limnologists use a special car on water to study lakes.
Meteorologists study and predict weather for all our sakes.
The ones with whom I have the most in common are archeologists.
My second choice would be the dinosaur bone experts, the paleontologists.