Best Evolutionist Poems
Life can be strange indeed. I, for instance wear many hats. I am a husband, a father, a grandfather, a Christian, not a Christian, a musician, a poet, an Intra faith proponent, an artist, a worship leader, a sinner, a naturalist, an evolutionist, a skeptic, a scientist, a creationist.......... etc....... .Generally, I question everything, and I happen to think that that is healthy. So, for instance, to make my point here, when I am a poet and I wish to express a concept or a string of thoughts, I can at times feel restricted by say, the Christian hat, or the scientist hat. It should, however not be that way. I should be free to express myself without constraint, should feel free, because we have freedom of speech, or do we? Do you get what I am getting at here? Any comments would be appreciated.
To add something else here, some time ago now, I was reading about Zen Buddhism, and I liked what I was reading and could identify with it. However, because in my circle of friends and acquaintances I am generally known as a Christian, I was restricted in expressing my joy and excitement about what I was reading about.
It takes real faith to be an evolutionist
For as you study science
The most difficult element to find
Is randomness
And if randomness is scarce;
Almost theoretical,
Then there is design
(a thought heretical)
And if there is a design
There must be a designer?
DNA is information
Coded strips of pure devotion
To the contrary of the notion
That we came out of sludgy potion
But then we need to understand
That in every place in every land
Evolution is preached as gospel truth
And if preached, it is religion
Without proof, not a smidgen!
Funny how the scientists find
That adaption of genetic kind
Was programmed in by a superior mind
Funny how the scientists find
That DNA has an operating system
A base code filled with wisdom
I just don’t have enough faith to believe
In evolution
From the "big bang" to the amoeba,
what a great surprise:
From single cell to multi-cell,
wow! - what a leap in size.
Invertibrate on to vertibrate,
amazing was the jump.
LOOK - part jellyfish, part bird,
all in one juicy lump.
Here come the happy simians,
they're a-changing all the time:
miracle upon miracle -
the ascent from primordial slime.
What makes this tale conceivable?-
Well, the evolutionist stands aloof,
and if you just have "faith" enough,
you have no need of proof.
After all, we'd be jingoistic
to give creation the nod.
It's much to simplistic
to say: " In the beginning God."
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Rom:22&23 "Professing themselves wise,
they became fools and changed the glory of
the incorruptible God into an image made like
to corruptible man, and to birds, and four
footed beasts, and creeping things."
I loved Chuckie Egg because it reminded me of life,
With its principles which seem many when in strife,
But which are few, like seven or eight, alive and well,
Robust, vital and sensuous, and which you can sell.
Chuckie only had eight unique levels, were repeated,
They were repeated five times, with one culminated,
So there were forty-one levels, all very deftly arrayed,
For you to interact with, all of your dexterity displayed.
Life never demands too much, with the right people,
And level one let you eat all the hen feed and be feeble;
It let you skip needlessly like a child playing hop-scotch,
Allowing you to make mistakes and almost to botch.
You were supposed to feel like Hen House Harry, useful,
But sometimes I thought the caged bird related, frightful,
There were ducks who stole your corn and could kill,
Such that being caged was no fun, not needed, no thrill.
I was not having fun in a Christian family religious,
And felt like a caged bird squawking, a child rebellious;
When my parents thought I was having fun at services,
I just needed released from prison, such discrepancies.
I quickly rose to level nine, a repeat of the first level,
But the bird was loose and sometimes I him did bevel,
But i was never nasty to him but enticed him sometimes,
Using the elevators, purple ladders and jumps at times.
The golden egg reminded me of evolution, that it took,
And that every life was from a golden egg, not crook,
And I worked out that “What came first, chicken or egg?”
Was a creationist question and not an evolutionist peg.
The black background just reminded me of outer space,
Motional itself, so validating the motion of our grace;
It’s not what your background is that matters or sticks,
But what you do with it and impose on it, that’s the tricks.
My evolution may not be televised, but it will be read
and heard by hundreds if not by thousands
it will empower me if no one else
I am a New Millennium Woman
Not defined by tradition or definition
So don't label me
because I can't be bought or sold
I've been called a nonconformist
a rebel
and a militant
marching to the beat of my own drum
living life by my own rules
I am a Queen who knows her place
with or without a King by my side
and I'm ok with that
Now I'm not trying to knock the brothers
because I love yall dearly
but I'm strong enough
liberated enough
and independent enough to know that
a relationship will not make or break me
This is 2005 and sexuality is no longer
black and black, black and white or man and woman
it's whatever I want it to be
whenever I need it to be
I'm an evolutionist
living in an evolutionary world
with an open mind and a love for people
however I refuse to conform
to whatever and whomever society thinks I should be
I'm a natural born Artist
forever thinking outside the box
true to my acorn tanned complexion
and my long flowing locks
God Blessed me with the power of words
and the power to form those words so that
others can connect feel and relate
to the passions I feel about life
I've learned a lot and I'm constantly growing
discovering new truths for myself everyday
and the more I grow the more I'll share
and the more my evolution will become
our evolution and the greater we all will become.
Creationism wrong?
Right on;
Shout loudly about rationality,
No room for conversation.
Faith is faith, after all,
An irrational call;
Sit in their own stench happily,
Without one sensation.
Can’t they see they’re behind,
In using the mind?
Evolutionist paint reality,
Whilst they cause an eviction.
Discussion is good,
But they have a mood;
They became arbitrary,
Upon interaction.