Best Charles Darwin Poems
I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.
I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts
pressing in.
My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they are the hard drugs
we were once cautioned
never to reach for.
O you Peony, you Day Lily, you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug mobs,
and I cringe away
rather than buy my sweetheart
yet another monstrous spray.
THE ATHEIST
Some misguided man named Darwin
Gained notariety with his theory of evolution
The world foolishly agreed with him
Thinkin he had found the solution
To the existence of man on earth
And as humans how we evolved
His theory soon gave birth
And the mystery of man was resolved
But Darwin and all his followers
Are oh so sadly wrong
And one day they will discover
Darwin's theory was a cymbal gong
God, the Creator of all that is
Made the heavens and the earth
He, and only He, made man out of dust
Adam was the beginning of man's birth
Belief that God is a myth
Will cause the believer great pain
The flames in the pit of hellfire
Will be their final gain
So I say to the atheist
Set Darwin's theory aside
Put your belief in God's Only Son
Because Charles Darwin lied
24 November 2018
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Charles Darwin
was a margin
off his rocker when he, ashamedly,
got caught swinging from a tree.
In the library - for contest
Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But let me say this, I am not a nerd
And I am not a book-worm....
Nor do I have a flair for reading much
and all my friends know this too well....
But in these few days what surprised
them was my frequent library visits
My tryst with our town library..
was on a rising note day- by -day
My friends got curious and dubious!
Free-times or weekends my schedule
had changed,
My footsteps take me to the library road ....
All roads for me led to library not Rome!
Friends were not on my agenda as before...
Intolerable, all in a group they did approach
Asked me the reason for my library craze...
I shrugged, I smiled,I winked,
I blushed but didn't disclose....
My visits to library stay continued...
One fine morning greatly dressed I,
left my home as my perfume lingered
My destination, I need not say now
I know you readers have guessed it right!
My steps moved in well-paced rhythm
Hilarious spirits , morning pleasant!
Sun smiled at me and flowers wished!
Into the library i did step in...
And as his glimpse my sight caught
I blushed, I waved, smile creeping in
Bright face, so elegant , so handsome
Waved back and sent me a flying kiss
A research scholar and my new love!
Day in and day out he enjoys with books...
"The origin of species" by Charles Darwin
Rene Descartes and his philosophy of,
Cogito ergo sum !
My experiments with truth by Mahatma Gandhi!
Hereditary principles by Gregor Mendel..
Sociological thoughts of Max Weber
These are a few that I recollect..
Oh my dear soup friends...now that you all know
Please maintain silence.... is the board I'll point at!
My other friends are still curious....
I leave it to them to find on their own!!
My love has filled in me a new passion
my reading habit is slowly improving!
I sat with him last week with Pygmalion
Classic of versatile George Bernard Shaw
How hours passed like minutes, I never know!
I Worship library now as a repository
of knowledge of varied genre!
In reading and applying what we read
lies our real wisdom!
for contest: In the library
sponsorer-Isaiah Zerbst
by: Anulaxmi Nayak
on:13th August 2015
marx and religion
charles darwin hated them
he loved us,envy
I just watched the SAE video and I'm not sure where to begin. . .
I'm from Oklahoma, it's responsible for all the chagrin in my pen
All this tension is merely misconception of our inception
Please show me one person that chose the color of their skin
Our pigment evolved with our environment, Charles Darwin
In 1963 MLK told us we should only judge by one's character within
Do we not listen or do we just have an addiction with affliction?
Because 52 years later we still can't seem to grasp that we're all kin
It's ironic, black & white aren't even colors, just tricks of our vision
Prick anyone's finger, I bet the color they bleed is sanguine
Caucasian, African, Indian, Asian, why not just Homosapien?
Each one of these is simply a label, let's subtract the division
and come together and grow, addition & multiplication
Anything that suggests otherwise is fiction promoting friction
You are IT, I am IT, this it IT, that is IT, it's called Zen
We're parts of an infinite whole, light and dark, yang and yin
I'm not a psychic or a doctor but I have a prediction & a prescription
If we continue our traditions Gaia will soon issue an eviction
and she won't ask permission before her infliction of jurisdiction
Do you realize our position? We can have utopia or extinction
The world has never been so connected but we lack connection
All we need is admission of our condition, there's no encryption
Let's swallow our pride and direct our ascension with intention
I'm on a mission to paint crystal clear depictions with my diction
This is a poem but simultaneously a prayer, AMEN
II
I am writing this segment in free-form poetry. Structureless rhyme schemes.
I think lost myself again.
my thoughts spiral.
in the whirlpools of my mind
might seem like a cliché to say
but I really can’t ever unwind.
However today,
On one autumn evening, and not a particularly memorable one either,
stood under a pink half-moon, to take a breather.
a temperate fall breeze, finished the blunt, soul-felt light
in the stillness of the night, I was enraptured by the essence of the atmosphere.
instilled within me a sense of solitude, stood on two feet, the mind took flight.
the shadow of my body plastered still on the concrete —
imagine disquieting muses de Chirico.
this allowed a man to be with his thoughts,
lately, time been passing in light-years
andromeda in my head they don’t see what I see
trapped in society’s monotony daydreaming of an escape
to some normalcy can be a cell for the mind’s full potential
even Charles Darwin knew for the survival of the very human race
discomfort and evolution are essential
looking at the sky trying to visualize future realities or dreams I feel halfway there
against the grain mentality not the type for handouts I want my dreams tangible
27000 days you have to live do you comprehend that I wish I could
Shout it thorough this pen, and drop out
and give up some days, but you wanna die living in regret and your same ways?
Each day claws at my heart ---
Tearing away a layer of it's texture ---
Soon it will be fully exposed ---
Allowing it to feel the embrace of death ---
There will be no horns blowing ---
Nor the sound of angel's wings fluttering ---
I will not see a bright light ---
No tunnel will I travel down ---
Harps will not welcome me ---
Yet I feel, I will not enter Hell's inferno ---
Possibly, the most I can hope for is eternal rest ---
Away from the things that made my life unhappy ---
Safe from the claws that ravaged my heart ---
Going into the vacum of complete tranquility.
Note: This poem is dedicated to Charles Darwin
Hello, Cousin?
By Elton Camp
From an apelike brute they say we’re descended
But I wonder if the ape would be highly offended
Charles Darwin was the first man known to see
Just how a thing like that could possibly be
He served as a naturalist onboard a sailing ship
And the Beagle, to the Galapagos took a trip
Finches on the islands gave him an inspiration
That the church said would lead to his damnation
“Why, that blasphemous, evil, atheist ball of slime
Claims that plants and animals change over time.”
“But we all know the earth was made in just a week
So a claim like Darwin’s makes us want to shriek.”
He insisted that the way present life did arrive
Is that it had to be the fittest that would survive
Those who ridiculed him, he didn’t mind to tell
“As far as I am concerned, you can go to hell.”
But over time, the church had a change of view
Now it thinks that what he said may well be true
Whenever it is a huffing, puffing reverend that I see
Then it sort of makes me wonder if it just might be
School bullies will always call you names,
but would they if they knew I was your blood?
Maybe the insults would have stopped.
There would have been a lot less scraps.
I would be a man without unhealed scars.
If only my mum had not caught your eye..
Why couldn't you have been like Charles Darwin.
Taught me the difference between right and wrong.
Built me a tree house or shown me how to shave,
but you were no torchbearer for my flame.
I wanted to be as tough as you,
but my strength was trapped with fear.
Your anger meant, I was too afraid to ask.
Silently, I questioned your hypocrisy.
If only, you had not walked away.
Instead of blaming each other,
I wonder if we would have formed a bond,
but stubbornness tasted like bitter gourd.
If we took time to explain - possibly apologised.
Maybe, you would not have died without talking.
Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I hope that you can solve a problem for an old baboon,
I’ve said some things to a dear friend of mine and it makes me feel like I’m a buffoon.
I said that, “God created Charles Darwin because he was so disappointed in monkeys.”
How was I to know when I spoke that he and Darwin’s uncle were at one time bunkies?
I only meant it as a passing humor aimed at pointing out our man like flaws,
I didn’t know that this friend and Charles Darwin shared the same grandpas?
Anyway, now he’s mad at me and called me a bigot so now I need a plan,
I want to show him, that except for their smell, there’s nothing I hold against man?
But if he doesn’t get over it pretty quickly and take that chimp from off his shoulder,
I’m going to get sick of his blue butt attitude and kick him in his banana holder.
My Dear and Gentle Monkey “Man”, I think that the time has come for action,
A stinging shot to his low land region might give us both great satisfaction.
This baboon friend of yours is a member of a new and obnoxious breed,
We must be rid of him and his ilk before political correctness plants a seed.
When the time comes that we can’t make a joke about how man came from we apes,
Is the same time that a never ending stream of flying monkeys from my butt escapes.
Don’t you dare offer up a single syllable of a word aimed at reconciliation.
To make a slam of the works of man is the hallmark of simian civilization.
Instead, the next time you see a group of men walking through your forest setting,
Dare your misguided chum to go up and talk to them, he’ll swing away I’m betting.
There is only one thing more distasteful to me than the babblings of a liberal Baboon,
And that’s one who, when forced to face his own convictions, babbles a different tune.
Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core
Haint no rhyme nor reason
why writing a poem such an arduous chore
twenty two days afore
winter solstice twenty twenty more
or less three weeks from tomorrow
November thirtieth, I implore
the god/goddess of poetry,
perhaps found within Bangalore
highlighted by the 'Green Door'
guarded by the key don Eeyore
also known as Al Gore
him of Earth in the Balance fame
who by George got ambushed unsure
if he chad chance to claim victory tour
when former candidate did score
less electoral college votes
nevertheless in my mind before
thoroughgoing count did ignore
discarded ballots scattered
all across the floor
which outcome incurred Iraq war
insinuating weapons of mass destruction
the gung ho forty third president forswore
existed but quite a few
respectable Republicans did abhor
pinning such ambiguous lore
upon head of recalcitrant Saddam Hussein
bombed back to stone age
think lavishing primitive home decor
no imprecation heaped and hurled
upon United States military, nor
thug, who nobody did adore
asking politely "por favor
can I pretty please take detour
to Galapagos Islands of Ecuador
made famous courtesy Charles Darwin
still popular best selling author
at garden variety generic bookstore
which borders on ridiculous for sure
yet inane rhyme tore
thru my noggin after writer's block
yours truly did deplore
he would spend countless hours in vain
every burst of creativity I did explore
found me smack dab against
figurative cul de sac and bonjour
to you too three score
orbitz after me late papa did bore
mama, she passed away
fifteen years before.
Charles Darwin Shocks the World
By Elton Camp
Darwin’s father made it plain as could be.
“When you grow up, go into the ministry.
That’s an occupation respectable enough.
The schooling it requires isn’t very tough.”
A respectful son, he tried hard to obey,
But learned he didn’t believe that way.
Some church doctrine he couldn’t accept.
Of reason and common sense it was bereft.
None dared the belief to critique
Which said all was made in a week.
In Genesis “day” is used three ways.
But churches were in a mental daze.
Unable to accept a belief so inane,
From being a preacher he did refrain.
“Anyone who has eyes to see
From such a timeline will flee.”
“Since the churches are so mistaken,
My own faith they’ve badly shaken.
On an ocean voyage I came to understand
How ages were used for life on this land.”
He never said that apes became men.
Or just how he thought life did begin.
Those who never read his book
Need to get one and take a look.
In any place where life does strive,
Only the fittest are going to survive.
This was his major projection:
Change was by natural selection.
And then to their lasting shame
Others added much in his name.
If he could know and speak today:
“That’s not what I wanted to say!”
Darwin might never have gone that road
Without wrong church teaching as a goad.
Had he known what the Bible truly does say,
Then he might never have moved that way.
It is hard to get any help,
When every man is for himself.
It is hard to gain wealth,
Working for someone else.
It is impossible to cultivate,
When seeds don’t germinate.
It is hard to survive,
When you can’t realize,
That you have to pull up your bootstraps,
And don’t fall into any trap.
The rule today is the rule yesterday,
Survival of the fittest.
It’s true that is what,
Charles Darwin says.
You can have your hand out,
But don’t expect anyone to give you wealth.
Remember these days and all days,
Survival of the fittest.
The evolutionary rule,
Don’t be stubborn like a mule.
Because every man, woman, boy,
And girl in the whole wide world,
Is for himself.
wrote in college @ ULM
Spring 2004
For five years the illustrious and regal
Charles Darwin, sailed on the Beagle.
A surveying ship,
Notebooks all a’rip,
Soon in battle with Wallace, so legal.