Best Experiments Poems
BACK IN THE LAB IN THE SIXTIES
WHEN LSD WAS ALL THE RAGE.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED BEINGS
APPEARED ON THE PREVIOUS PAGE.
OUT ON THE RANCH ON MONSANTO
A ROUND-UP OF SHEEPLE BEGAN.
THIS MY FRIEND IS A STORY
OF A VERY SECRETIVE PLAN.
TO ALTER THE HUMAN FREQUENCY
A GOAL SPACE ALIENS HAD IN MIND.
TO CREATE A HUMAN ZOMBIE
OVER A DISTANCE OF TIME.
TIME IS MEASURED IN DISTANCE
WHEN YOU THINK AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
TO CREATE AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE
IS POSSIBLE OVER NIGHT.
GENETICALLY MODIFY ORGANISMS
IS TO ALTER THE D N A.
ALIEN ASSISTED EVOLUTION.
IS A THEORY AS WE SAY
CREATING A HUMAN ZOMBIE
IS SCIENCE AT ITS BEST.
CONTROLLING THESE BREATHING CREATURES
IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TEST.
ONCE WE PERFECTED CLONING
EVERYTHING FELL INTO PLACE.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED BEINGS
WERE SENT INTO OUTER SPACE.
GALAXY UNIVERSITY STUDENTS
TOOK PART IN THE INVESTIGATION.
OUTER SPACE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
WERE PART OF THE OBSERVATION.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED BEINGS,
RETURNED FROM OUTER SPACE.
AS GENETICALLY MODIFIED SOLDIERS
WHO CONTROL THE HUMAN RACE.
THE MODIFIED OR HUMAN ZOMBIE'S,
WHO WERE ONCE CONSIDERED PEOPLE.
ARE NOW ROUNDED UP IN CAMPS
AND OTHER WISE KNOWN AS SHEEPLE.
It is interesting to consider a national economy,
and a personal economy,
as iconic of our ionic political empowerment,
and competitively anti-ionic disempowerment;
so economic marginalization
becomes an icon for political victimization
and political opportunity for future WinWin healing.
This way of seeing an iconic/ionic primal relationship
within eco-politics
might support an evolutionary historical view,
which, if reversed in time,
might take us back to an imaginary moment
in each of our LeftBrain developments,
when nutritional wealth was an iconic referent
to a health-empowering referee,
organic-ionic cooperativity
as political integrity-flow of multiculturality.
While I'm not sure exactly how all this cooperative iconic economics of political health investment balances out,
my gut tells me
if you make a common economic mistake
of valuing one life (especially one's own) differently than another,
for example
the U.S. historical investments in Native Americans and African slaves
as compared to White slave-owners and other farmers,
then we have effectively de-valued all of humanity's overall cooperative-integrative health potential.
We fall from history's cooperatively-intended syncretic grace;
incarnate bad chi.
When what is economic wealth-valued LeftBrain
becomes what is also politically/personally health-valued RightBrain integrity,
then we achieve MidWay ecopolitical abundance of flow,
grace,
chi.
Anything or any being is not for nothing
Everything or every being bears self significance
What does a mountain or a river do?
What does an ant or a tree do?
What does a man or an angel do?
What does a star or a stone do?
The seen and thought of everything and every being
At own duty are related at a point,
From the experiments of water or human circle
From the experiments of things’ joint and separation
Atom and molecule are found
The separation of a bone from a being
The separation of every atom from the bone
There the point of relation is experimented,
Atom and molecule are on motion and relation
Even at a particle’s joint and separation.
Did I sing Happy Birthday 2 you?
Or would that make you feel very blue
It could have been that attitude
That you get without any sleep
Waking up with sweat even know there wasn't any heat
Baby face is back
And he wants to attack
Those lovely collegiate dreams you conjure up
While studying to all ends of the night like a tired pup
Despite not living on elm street
The abstract idea can still be sweet.
Now in this second go a round
Death still has not brought you down
And with no time to frown
There are experiments abound
At this age
What type of visions would get the page?
Maybe it could come from the CW comic strip
Since you all think the flash thing is very hip
Off to time travel we go
Like ground hounds wanting to stop the wintry blow
With that one plot
Filmmakers gave the story a shot
Stating there is a point
When using that joint
The academics thoughts are so high
No one wanted to tell yesterday goodbye
Now that this is the end of another twenty-four-hour period
You may want to hear it
While creeping closer to the final day
When we all say
At the mass to remember your past
Dedicated to you
Reminding us not to screw
Or Baby Face will appear
Saying my dear, my dear, my dear
You have much to fear
Happy Birthday 2 U
I am done talking and I am through.
Medical experiments are insane.
Stop inflicting suffering and pain.
It's no excuse that you can.
Operate on an animal for the benefit of man.
To torture a rat, no good will come of that.
To kill a monkey, is not funny.
All life is sacred, in the end.
Destroy it, and you will be condemned.
They have a right to live.
Without the pain you give.
Out of this, no good will come.
For the good of man, say some.
I say. STOP it now.
TO-DAY.
shapes
diffused
on a grand
scale
imprints
of identity
iconoclastic
symbols
in random
visual melodies
nouvelle
realism happenings
by
living brushes
of incandescent
impregnations
vibrant
traces
in the
blue
azure
of
powdered
pigment
abstractions
That mind doesn't bother,
That mind isn't afraid.
He just wonders
How can a new theory be made.
He doesn't care about the king,
Just goes on.
He is born with wings
And certainly, he will be long gone.
He talks of something unusual,
But he is good and kind.
Always makes strange conclusions
Because he is a great and genius mind.
That mind is unique
And he always wants to stay alone.
He is treated freak
And never perfectly known.
His experiments are lunatic,
But experiments' consequences are advantageous.
His way of living is not dramatic,
He is courageous and sometimes behaves outrageously.
He isn't free from thoughts,
He has many things to find.
In return, nothing he has ever got,
Because that's the karma of genius mind.
He does things at full blast
Because he is blessed with high intelligence.
He forgets about his successful pasts,
And works on not to earn chastises.
He is passionate for results
And keeps infatuation for something new.
Despite all sort of insult
He will raise his point of view.
Innocent as a child
And never stays behind.
Curious like a wild
Because of his bright and genius mind.
In melancholy moments
Tinkering with the past
What would have happened
If a letter was read?
A question asked?
Something not left unsaid?
I have run all those
Thoughts through
It is wonderful to do
A sweet dream askew
Of reality’s pose
But no matter these
Thought experiments
I just can’t get past Her
And what She meant
Even in reveries
The peak none can surmount
My one thing with no doubt
God smiled, again I found love
Not just because of my kids
But because of who She is
It is hard to think about Her and others
Without comparisons, which isn’t
Fair to any, nor wise to do
But it comes down to a few
Reasons it makes sense
She is like the ocean or a glacier
The planet’s movement
Irresistible with time
She entwined herself in me
Like the roots of an ancient oak
Over years and moments
Strong like hearthstone
She is growth, long, patient, pressing
She is decades of shared experience
Joy, adversity, family, and sentiments
She has never faltered in love
She was always steady in Us
Even when She threatens
I know She won’t do it
Because I see the deep abiding
Love in Her eyes, hear it hiding
In Her sighs. She’s mine.
And that is how it is with me too.
I exhaust Her with my desires
I get to make Her show feelings
Send Her pinwheeling
I get to stoke Her deep fires.
So let me say it plain and true
No matter what love may do
Or what may come through
I married The One, She is my wife
I married The One
She is my life
I washed away all dryness.
All chalky memory.
All weaker flames.
Crawling through my dark
I made mistakes and more mistakes.
I was lit through slitting swirls of the wonders of all mothers.
I was taken into broad, green laughter.
Creeping towards the source
I felt the warmth on my own face
And saw a world to be unashamed of.
I made mistakes
And have returned to recount them.
This foreign sound, decoding, from my tongue
Of Love's Ancient Glory.
These new experiments
I have sought.
Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame.
A togetherness became a half-truth.
How troubled
I had been for basics.
Then shifting loyalties for petty things
you were holding up my soul,
and I did not move with the changing times.
For the rivers
to walk with green trees.
If the words had the answers
to rebel against the eternal guilt,
to beat the death with pain.
Fighting
for the faded truths.
My experiments with lies will continue!
SATISH VERMA
Fur pies don't sell so bakers use eggs
It is evident in the historical records
The unborn remnants inside the shell
Children of the chicken
Are soft and gooey and easier to use
Fur coats are difficult to swallow
No matter what PETA says and they say a lot
I'm not impressed because not all animals are pets
As a matter of fact I eat meat in sandwiches
And wear fur in Winter to keep me warm
It's true. Fur does not taste so good in pies
Bakers will attest to that in a court of law
In fact they do on every occasion of the day
“Yes your honor.” “I am here to testify.”
“Eggs are better for making pies”
“Fur gets caught in the throats of customers”
Eggs come in groups of twelve in separate compartments
Kept in Styrofoam or cardboard cartons for their protection
It gets bad for them when the bombs drop on your house
And eggs happen to be home at the time
They could crack. You could lose track of the count
Eggs can't scramble themselves
They hold up better in bomb shelters and bakeries
Fur comes with a warning, “Wash by hand in warm water”
They should add, “Not to be used in pies?
“Not to be consumed by public or private citizens at large”
Fur pies don't sell so bakers use eggs
But must remember to discard the shells
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals
Like fur and fury animals and eggs
It is fine to experiment in my estimation
Woodland creatures don't care what you use
Unless you are thinking about making a stew
Making a pie or coat goes without question
Einstein had his mathematical
Thought Experiments,
as did Bucky Fuller.
Eisenstin has our cooperative economics
feeling sacred Win/Win CoInvestments,
as did Jesus of multicultural New Nazareth
and Gautama traveling Buddha.
We all naturally have spiritual Thoughts
with natural organic Feelings,
experiments and curiosities
polyculturally ecopolitical
scientifically noticing ecological systemic empowerment
regenerates
religiously poly-theological enlightenment
through compassion stories
and nonviolent principles of secular health purpose
with sacred green wealth meaning.