Best Mutations Poems
No amount of political education
could quell his mingling organ they call ‘simple brain,’
while mutations from grammar association
to unravel civilization's complex pain.
His shield prepared against another man’s logic
a mind opened only to serve his needy soul,
he knows the whole wide world lost in pedagogic
actors all on strings portray their orthodox role.
Many years he stood in testament of this place
a visual creation of his ancestors,
deluge of emotion the wind of change did brace
where cultures collide to appease his molesters,
forced to greet one’s neighbour face to face in shackles
before moral bait preached from veiled tabernacles.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Categories:
mutations, angst, culture,
Form:
Sonnet
A Butterflies Cocoon Designed
Eternally For Good
Hiding In Jaundiced Karts
Lingering Mutations
Never Once Being Parented
Quietly Restrained
Seductively Tepid
Until Vacating Wings
Xtend Youthful Zooms...
03/02/16
Categories:
mutations, birth, butterfly, creation, flying,
Form:
ABC
There is a beat to the world,
it burns and bites, it can calm & comfort,
it will arouse and it will anger, it is a romantic rhythm,
immutable and immaculate,
an unselfish music it is, life provides this sensative song
and we all perfom a dance of danger, delight,& determination
as a humble gratuity for it's majesty,
how could any rational person contend that Nature is imperfect,
who dares accuse life of wrong doing,
how does such turgidity exist, minds on meger budget,
oh but they do, ugly creatures of hollow heads have argued so pompously
to indict the cosmos with error like how fowl beggars cavil
about quality of charity,
huffing, moaning, and squirming in their rationalizations for feeling indignant about life
inglorious as dirt on silk,
wrangling like gluttonous mosquitoes, vile & clumsy,
if they were to admit life's absolute perfection
then more self accountability for actions need ensue,
how could they slander Deity without blame,
I spoke to a religious zealot, pious as pain to wounds,
he said, oh no, life, including human discretion cannot be perfect
for there is sin and gross debauchery,
I discussed the matter with a scientist, calculating as the I.R.S., he replied,
no no, you play semantic games, nature is immensely imperfect,
like the price of fame,
I politely requested an example of imperfection from him, he smugly said,
" genetic mutations ", what unabashed ego I thought,
his response seemed word game,
I debated a logician on the subject, thorough as an army ant this one was,
she remarked that the idea of imperfection
could cause imperfect reality,
I said, if anything occurs it must be, otherwise it would not happen,
imperfection is that which should not happen,
all that becomes real is present time impeacability -
J.A.B. %
Categories:
mutations, life, nature, life, nature,
Form:
Didactic
That three-dimensional solid so symmetrical,
Suggests how life could be - understandable,
With only six faces, all square for equal sides,
And a formulae to describe what makes us stable.
This staple of stability is taken, unchallenged and assumed -
The rational is included unthinkingly in life’s plethora:
Carted to anchor that which horrifies and saddens,
And bread to float and strike chords which harken.
You can also make a cube into a sphere,
That circular goddess that looks like a globe,
Reminiscent of the earth’s fullness and dwelling,
With freedom, liberty and happiness so giving.
It has space, dimensions and co-ordinates,
And its tesseract is plottable on a graph;
Other polyhedra can be related to it
Its symmetry mutations of tilings laugh.
Understanding and sense derive themselves well -
You can't laugh at the cube’s skeleton;
Furnished, not flawed or gaunt by posture,
It's structure sits regally for exposure.
Descriptions are it's glory, that flushing realism,
The Cubism movement pushed academic boundaries;
Said that paintings can be made of shapes and cubes,
Which built a monument to reductionism’s theories.
That we can be reduced down to basic matter,
Particles, atoms, cells and molecules,
Is cubism's gust and enterprise for all,
Who gather so as to hear its paintings flatter.
I love cubes, and always have,
They’ve offered hope in times of despair;
Their eloquence and beauty spark with naturalism,
With natural life’s inevitable repair.
Categories:
mutations, crazy, history, image, math,
Form:
Rhyme
what goes around comes around so they say
atomic particles head to the shores
some afraid of an uncertain outcome
will plankton, fish, and kelp be destroyed
the chain of food for man interrupted
will the ocean’s food be radioactive
will it be deformed, grotesque, dangerous
humans who eat the nuclear exposed
slowly develop disease or mutations
at least one hundred years for the clearance
sixty-six years after the atomic bomb
was dropped on Hiroshima, an accident
spilling nuclear waste sends outcries to stop
what goes around comes around so they say
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Global Poetry
Topic: The Nuclear Leak/The Impact On Land And Sea
Categories:
mutations, america, earth, environment,
Form:
Blank verse
Impress me...
Along the path planet Earth once spun
Exists an empty orbit around the sun
I’ll give you nothing, but stardust
To recreate a haven, to pass this test
Surprise me...
I’ll give you nothing, but primordial soup
A desert, a rain forest, to evolve an ape
Out from thin air, capture a lightning bolt
To power all your future needs on this planet
Learn the secrets of the universe...
Everything known is powered by solar energy, a clean fuel
All the molecules that don't understand this are fossils
Your cocoon is launched, your womb safe from harm
The mother ship preserves your life like a sacred farm
Brightest your tomorrows...
I’ll give you only 23 chromosomes to evolve 100’000 genes
An infinite number of mutations to birth all manner of geniuses
Build me metropolitan cities from caves and burrows
Give me a substance, to launch dreams out of this furrow
Categories:
mutations, imagination, science fiction, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
mountains bob like corks
adrift on liquid magma -
pond scum shelters life
Earth’s magnetic shield -
magma’s gift of moving charge
thwarts sun’s deadly winds
continental drift -
neighborhoods fenced by oceans
breed diversity
random mutations
offer death or advantage -
unearned consequence
life’s adaptation
to universe in motion -
the true face of God
Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016
Categories:
mutations, death, life, universe,
Form:
Senryu
To the people of the earth, we convey this greeting.
We are quite anxious for this long-awaited meeting.
Coming in peace, we are your cousins, as once before.
In a few hours, we’ll be reunited once more.
You will recognize us; our appearance you will know.
We see the sun we once shared ten million years ago.
The planet’s orbit remains between Venus and Mars.
History is forgotten, but we remember ours.
Our first arrival was with the great reptiles roaming.
Something happened, and we could not save them from dying.
Your entire world was completely warm and tropical.
This appeared to be the ideal place for our people.
Our interstellar travel made us masters of space.
However, we knew nothing of climate in this place,
or evolution and genetics within our race.
Your planet is in a section of isolation.
It takes many years to reach your civilization.
Our starships would be bringing news from the galaxy.
They would land three or four times in every century.
Your earth was once a constant tropical paradise.
However, climactic changes covered it with ice.
A strange phenomenon caused some harmless mutations.
Some of us were immune. There were no alterations.
This did not kill, or cause destructive physical harm.
It did start to arouse inevitable alarm.
Two separate groups arose over thousands of years.
Suspicion was perpetuated and caused great fears.
Those who did not leave earth sank into barbarism.
Envy, discord, and conflict were caused by the schism.
We had thought the end came for your civilization.
Your first radio signals gave us indication
that your culture has survived all these millennia.
This discovery has given us euphoria.
We see you have made your long ascent from savagery.
We are here to restore the long-lost fraternity.
We have uncovered much since we abandoned the earth.
Now that you are re-discovered, there will be much mirth.
Perpetual tropical climate, we will restore.
You won’t have to withstand freezing winters anymore.
With genetic mutation, there’s no need to endure.
For your offensive, yet harmless plague, we have a cure.
For what is now wrong, we have the power to make right.
Only let us know how many of you are still white.
Based on the short story "Reunion" by the late Arthur C. Clarke
Categories:
mutations, adventure, science fictionearth, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
My girl friend wake up this morning
I bring her breakfast in bed to eat
But she said she is going to be right back
She has to go and brushes her teeth
When she comes back she jumps in bed
Looking beautiful and so cute
I made her scramble eggs, and toast bread
Coffee and a half of pink grapefruit
She really likes lemons and grape fruits
She is a kind of spicy loving girl
But omg she is so amazing
Sweeter than all the sugar in the world
And every day I will keep trying
To find ways to make her happy
So while she having her grapefruit
I will tell her a little about its history
The story of the grapefruit origins
With the sweet orange from Jamaica
And a citrus fruit name pomelo
That was brought from Indonesia
By a man name “captain shaddock”
Brought the pomelo seed to Barbados
And both fruits we hybrid together
And it results in the grapefruits that we knows
First they call it the forbidden fruit
Grapefruit was first documented in 1750
Its one of the “seven wonders of Barbados
In the Barbados national history
In 1929 the discovery of a red grapefruit
Growing on a pink variety
Then they use radiation to trigger mutations
For new varieties that fade to pink typically
Ruby red become a symbolic fruit of Texas
And the white “inferior” grapefruits was eliminated
And only red grapefruit was grown for decades
Like the one she has on her plate
I going on the bed and snuggle next to her
That’s enough about the grapefruit history
She smile and thank me for the story
Then she plant one big sweet kiss on me
And every time my girlfriend kisses me
I do blush like a big baby
But not a big cute baby
Because I’m really kind of ugly
But still she my girlfriend love me
So I am the luckiest man in the world
And when ever it start snowing
I do hug her up when I feeling cold
For lunch will cook stew chicken and red bean
With potato salad and fried rice
And make her some grape fruit juice
In a tall glass with ice
Categories:
mutations, fruit, love, , cute,
Form:
Light Verse
In the darkest nightmares of mankind lies a shadow
Realm of fear, hidden there are monstrous figures
Eluding detection's discovery, living on a harden edge
Of realism.
Dare not enter the dead man's zone, beware humanity
For death stalks in this extinctions mighty arena of the unknown.
From the pit of hell's blackened abyss, emerges a nuclear spawn,
A man made creature, of fall outs crimson rain of radiation.
Storms living earthquake, grappling the earth by it's four ends,
And shaking the whole globe in fears disastrous wrath.
Mutations legacy, a tidal waves reptilian leviathan, feel the
Ground itself tremble, beneath his heavily lain foot steps.
Godzilla lives, the rude awakening of humanity has been
Reborn, ushered in by the winds of war.
Other demons clash, arising beyond the horizon's
Hazardous blackness, a currant lifted by ignorance's blind,
Called the shield of greed's ambitious, releasing hatred's evil,
Upon the stage of man.
Survivors from a forgotten past,
Emerge exposed by the decline of our earthen
Environmental world, falling apart do to mankind's
Raping of the nature itself.
Foe's enemy joins united against this common threat,
Apocalypse’s mighty giant, stands tall ready to fight, on the
Right side of justice.
Godzilla's raises his fists of fury, to do battle on behalf of
His maker's standard, we shall overcome and defeat any
Obstacle set before us.
Side by side we enter the realm of the unknown, clashing titans,
Taking on all on comers, we shall make our stand here, on a
Line drawn in fears instinctual realm of the unknown.
Man and beast untied, or both falling beneath a current of extension,
Let us all learn afterwards, that we should not mess with mother nature,
For she is a creature of awesome power, and we should beware of her
Mighty wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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Categories:
mutations, imagery, imagination, inspirational, international,
Form:
Free verse
Flaws
The bugspray was very reliant.
It covered the ants all compliant.
They nested all day
then came out to play.
Mutations had turned them to giants.
Flawless
It turns out the spray was not lethal.
The ants drank it all and were gleeful.
They danced and they played.
And most of them stayed,
where they could be sure of a refill!!!
Written for SKAT's Flawless vs' Flaws contest
Categories:
mutations, funny
Form:
Limerick
Tiny Window to the World
Marooned in the consuming gloom
Cut away from escape or from egress
Between me and the Wild World
Ly a tiny window
Through which I espy the world
By an open vista to teeming life
Sprawling across rolling mountains
And roiling waves of the sea.
Between me and the World
Is a Small Window
That paints and bestows life’s rupture
Window that avails treasures of nature
A small window never opened
Through which diversity of life unfold;
Happy people, sad people, mad people....
A tiny window that never let go
Abundantly giving a whiff of stirring colour
Dancing or twisting in wanton glee!
A tiny window
that never shuts or darken
Yet, forever shut me in its fold, its hold
Captivating with a kaleidoscope of races
Internalising me to its whim;
Not to look in one direction always....
To admire life beyond the gloom
To look beyond the tiny window
Onto the rhapsody of His Artifice
Pouring through the inspiring panorama,
To write with verve and gusto
To celebrate creation with rupture
To reclaim lost dignity with frenzy.
A tiny window,
so miniscule and so minute,
Through which no finger can caress the air
To catch a breeze blowing lackadaisical
To the dry sea and the frigid Equator!
Window that must let go of my lust
And quell the conflagration on the loin
A tiny window that sees not itself
That permanently keeps me in its hold.
That which, if you take it away,
You abduct me away into the darkness
To grope in futility and verdant folly.
Tiny window
Like a telescope drawing creation nigh
Or periscope giving form to tiny pestilent;
Life curling, springing and twirling
In unique idiosyncrasies of its nature;
Man attempting to play flagella’
By mutilations, mutations, castrations
Women and botox and lipstick and all....
Window that makes one want to close
Yet, at times, it makes you a peeping Tom!
This tiny Window, I fancy heard it say:
“Don’t close the window or curtain it
“For Africa speaks outside....”
That Tiny Window is my Eye!
08th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
mutations,
Form:
Verse
Breaking DNA Strains
In Biology lessons, one reads of mutations…
That inexplicable quirk of natural selection…
For once in a while some individual thrives…
While at other times, another withers and dies…
The latest movies exhort the supreme human being…
Through the process of mutated genes, he comes into being…
The Marvel World of Super Heroes and super bad Villians …
Though fictional, is peppered with humans far from normal…
Now the latest medical news serve out a most dire warning…
As health experts blared incessantly of the dangers of smoking..
A timely warning is posted of the dangers from e cigarettes or vaping..
Being a relatively young phenomenon, dire warnings are slow in coming..
Vaping smoke can and will break up DNA strains in human cells…
Clinically proven in laboratory studies, these results are a hard sell..
Broken DNA and mutated genes, there is scant enough difference…
Looks like vaping smoke, even nicotine free, comes with a consequence..
Nicotine free vaping is freely touted to be non addictive..
Many a hard core smoker is tempted to do a switchover to vaping…
But therein lies a perplexing dilemma, for new smokers pick up vaping..
A means to an end to cut down smoking, vaping now picks up a following..
Makes one wonder, those who do smoking or vape smoking in particular…
Will they ultimately be a source of mutated genes at the level molecular..
Will the day happen when we will see human with vastly superior qualities..
Or will there be more unimaginable diseases caused by bad mutated genes..?
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/01/03/ecigs-damage-dna-in-lab-study-an-american-research-shows-that-even-nicotinefree-vaping-could-lead-to/
Categories:
mutations, abuse, addiction, anxiety, community,
Form:
Narrative
Cancer
Attacks
Normal cells die
Causing mutations
Ever growing
Reproducing.
Chemotherapy
Aggressive treatment
Necessary needles
Chemicals annihilate
Excruciating
Rescue.
Cancer
Anguished pain
Negotiations with God
Courage required
Exhausting
Remission please.
Categories:
mutations, cancer, courage, pain,
Form:
Acrostic
LIFE'S REASON?
Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.
Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.
To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat
in defiance.
It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"
hicky.
Categories:
mutations, angst, health, imagination, life,
Form:
Verse