Best Lab Poems
yogi comes first
my old companion burr-backed hearth-warmed
his peat-dark spring fur shedding summer’s presence
he lies on the fireplace rug squirrel-dream naps
muzzle silvered as a frost-split hickory post
a soft whine mute devotion
shadowing me keeping a keen watch
honest kind sportive soul
glued to my side even in sickness
another briar-choked ridge
to crest
hunter and chocolate lab
and then gurty
sovereign aloof moon-milk calico-born riddle
velvet paws and stealthy grace
a small Athenian goddess of the numinous
who appears vanishes wistful-eyed
moon fragment star-salt morning breeze
she prowls each rooms edge dust-mice
soft-footed serene indifferent
granting affection, rationing light
withheld offered only the queen knows
a small sheathed killer
making the world right
by choosing not to strike
between them household diplomacy
two philosophies sharing sunbeams
a duet of difference
two cultures thickening smoothing
yogi with his fawning tail-drunk joy
gurty with her vigilance her whisker-quiver
reading each moment for oneness
he presses close
she circles observing rubbing
a synthesis of presence
unconditional
i have seen her groom herself
in the soft ritual of sandy-tongue washing
and him pause trustful patient
her calm steadying him
i have watched them soften
the sandpaper-and-silk
collision
become friends family belonging
where the good life abides
night settles
they lie in parallel lives at my feet
yogi breathing his gentle snore
gurty a moon fragment curled in thought
and i smile loosen breathe
mercy can curl or bound
love a dog’s warm flank-heat
a cats purring sovereign gaze
and the small miracle
of both choosing the same rug
in the same
deepening hour
sweet yo-gurt
Lab Rat
I feel like a lab rat
Property of this or that
Choices no longer mine to make
What’s the point to life for goodness sake?
A pill for your troubles and a pat on the back
Compassion for others is what they really lack
All the pricking, poking and a prodding
Has got my spirit just a rotting
All the sitting and a waiting
Has got my spirit debating
A place where they are so cold to the touch
A place where your spirit doesn’t mean much
A place where they are rude and their prices are high
The very thought of them just makes me want to sigh
Why do I allow them to use me so?
Is it my fear that makes me sink so low?
Maybe it is the pain I am in
That makes me come to this place again
They never make it any better for me
Everyone is their little experiment you see
With each patient that comes through
They learn a little more but it doesn’t help you
And although you know yourself better then your host
Your opinions they seem to hate the most
Apparently now we make our own selves sick
Its our thoughts or our habits, take your pick
Antibiotics withheld for the sake of defense
Yet dropping our guard just doesn’t seem to make any sense
With what do we use to fight these ugly beasts
While in your blood it sits and it feasts
Making you weaker by the day
Because they don’t want to help you in any way
Narcotics and poisons their only method of choice
And there you sit drugged…silent without a voice
Refuse them and you will see
They’ll label you incompetent and won’t ever set you free
They want you alive but don’t care if you are living
They want to watch until your spirit stops its giving
Once you expire it means nothing to them
You’re a lab rat swept away by the doctors on a whim.
They look at us
as if we were just lab rats,
and maybe, we are.
Who knows or cares?
I definitely do care.
I know that
I'm part wolf and human.
I don't want to know how much wolf
is in my DNA.
If I knew, I would know
that I am a glorified lab rat.
Half-buried in a mud pit,
a polluter bares all, body and soul.
Hands bound, ready to be stoned
to death.
A god was going to kill a god.
A dense judgement of planet green
of an unreliable sun
scribbling a code of conduct.
My god, I will go insane.
Save my woods I say. How can
be the adam was so naked running
in a race gene altered ?
My arthritic fingers again lift
a mansion of gold leaves, dissolving
the sky.
Satish Verma
Her cinematic poetry
In alchemist’s laboratory
Sealed love letters tell her story,
inked forevermores.
Surrendering his aching heart
Stark whining sounds when they're apart
She’s not his only from the start,
's off to other shores!
Poem Of The Day
1/25/26
Don is the ultimate user
His deals seal you as a loser
When Trump holds the cards
The lives now in shards
Bear witness he’s an abuser
The Don has a trick to reveal
He’ll dick you and cancel your deal
Like hands on your neck
Trump voids your paycheck
And feels ecstasy when you squeal
If acts are life’s indicator
Don’s a classic woman hater
Though cratered with flab
Trump will pussies grab
As rapist and a dictator
What will show how Don’s dick-brain thinks?
Trump’s thrusts come with lies and high jinks!
Amid this disgust
Some high and non-plussed
Have heads up his rump with what stinks!
Yesterday's wishes and tomorrow's hopes.
Today provides that melting pot of synergy.
Concoction for dreams come true.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
This was my favourite friend
when I was growing up
a black Labrador dog
especially at first being a pup
But like all of us
dogs will always want to walk
always needing exercise to grow
but sometimes their bark is their talk
My lab has such a lovely coat
love to run my fingers through her hair
so dark but so awfully smooth
brings a feeling much too rare
You'll be wondering about my friend
if this pal has a name
well yes it's called Cora
call it and it always came
This friend died many years ago
I still miss her so very much
indeed renowned as man's best friend
I can still remember her familiar touch
poetgord@2013
When we retired we were so inspired:
To live free and rest from our labors.
This mobile home park has lived up to the mark,
But oh, goodness gracious, the neighbors.
Jay the old peeper can snoop through the creeper
And tell if the ladies are bathing.
At times he's been caught and the women have taught
him new curse words in language quite scathing.
Denny got back from the hoosegow and that
is the end of his meth lab's production.
He'll have to report to the man from the court
with his pee to avoid re-induction.
Jen basks in the sun and we all see her bum
Though we tell her it's not necessary.
In England alone she's seventeen stone
And her armpits are ever so hairy.
A lady name Myrtle we call snapping turtle
(You never know when she'll attack you)
keeps her trailer quite clean but she's viciously mean
And if talked to she'll snap right back at you.
There are neighbors with tone, who have made themselves known
And we're so glad to know they reside here,
But an odd PhD and a master's degree
Can't compete with the felons that bide here.
Some men came and rang my doorbell
They barked To your pen say farewell!
Since you dared insult
Our Trump lover's cult
It gets ten to life in a cell
*****
I adopted a friendly old dog,
a black Lab named Ken
He's not much of a watch dog
but we're great friends
Ken, has a favorite red ball
he takes it everywhere he goes
even to the vet beside the mall
A vision of smiles playing in the snow
One night, I was sleeping in bed
awaken to glass breaking
Bang!.. Yelp!.. My heart sank in dread
thud, thud, thud, my body was shaking
My life flashed before my eyes.
frozen in time, a prisoner in the dark.
I fear death! Will no one hear my cries?
Then reality brought me back, "Arf"!
I felt something hit my chest,
thud, bouncing on the rug.
"Arf," Ken! I should have guest
you scared me, I gave him a hug.
The house is a battle zone
Ken!, You're a bad boy, No! more ball.
His ears went down as he groans,
-dropping the ball at my feet, excited, "Arf", rlay rall" (play ball)
12-4-21
****Fictional****
Wisping kitchen sunlight
through dust and wood smoke.
Golden hairs from her body
from a shake as she woke.
Rising up gently
slowly down as they float.
And brushing my oatmeal
with a fresh yellow coat.
I am tired of visiting pubs but let me be found in knowledge labs.
Assimilating words like water filled in cups.
Today, tomorrow let me hold a book on my lap.
Being soaked in knowledge and becoming wet as clay getting wet or damp.
With illumination my soul will see a better map.
As there is space between the heavens and the earth, so it is between lovers of pubs and labs, there is a gap. Forsaking studies is like, on the road meeting a bump.
Knowledge lab beautify my soul, change my phonology like potassium reacting with hydro-chloric acid producing a hissing sound.
My semantics as rich as a British pound.
Syntactic pounding like an AK47 round.
As cold water is to a thirsty soul, study lab let me know you more.
In a year are 365 days, in a year teach me 365 words.
As a knife to a kilo of meat, so separate the chaff from the wheat.
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, so let knowledge lie in the minds of the reader.
As a chemist is skilled in chemistry, so be it that I be skilled in this art.
I am not scared of a suicide bomber, what scares me are people who avoid the study lab.
Because the avoiding knowledge and, once a dog thought, since all cats have four legs and I have four, therefore I am a cat.
Speech is silver and silence is golden, between the two which one is precious? I guess gold.
Pubs are noisy while study labs are quiet. between the two where do you choose to be found.
As a salon makes the hair of a woman organised, knowledge lab, make my minds exhibit the talent of organisation.
Made it into
the
community
college
where I have worked for
many years
Stopped off for a large
green tea
before dealing with
my Bengali students
who are trying hard
to speak and write in
English
I ask them how
to
say
"hello" in Bengali
Later, I give them grammar
exercises
Query them about the leadership
of Bangla Desh
The young Bengali woman says
I'm just an ordinary person
which I take to mean she doesn't seek
power
A new student arrives later on
I ask her where she is form
She says "The Sudan"
I ask - "Wasn't there a war there?"
She replies that Southern Sudan
is a separate country now
Trouble in distant lands
affects us all nowadays
The young woman says
she has to leave for a class
I but another green tea
and take a deep breath
The day rolls on
Why promote wrecking-ball malice
Behind the wall of a palace?
This callous man sick
Acts like a big dick
To cover up his small phallus