Best Phylum Poems
(*Note- I suggest you read this with a boom box going in your head. Can you dig it?)
Yo,
Now gather round, my brothers ,settle down while I regale ya
with some tales about my lady from the kingdom Animalia,
and it's gonna take a while ,so listen up, coz there's a lotta
things I think you need to know about the Phylum Arthropoda.
Now, mah baby's got some colour and she's lookin' really cute
with her wings so finely tailored that you'd never find a suit
with such material so delicate and colours that just gleam
if you checked out what they sell in Rubenstein's in New Orleans.
Well, her six legs work together in a symphony of class
as from head down through her thorax she can really shake some ass,
though their fronts are smooth and silky, on her calves they're real spikey
food receptors on her feet so she ain't never wearing Nikes.
All the same she gives good lurvin', such a passionate embrace
though I wasn't too impressed first time I ever saw her face.
With her two big baby blues (and they're real mothers) compound eyes
I can never tell if she is checking out some other guys
and I'm careful when we kiss, as she has got one big proboscis
gotta make sure that ahm well away when every time she flosses.
Never saw her family photos and it's somethin' ah should miss
'coz her pupae was damn ugly and so was her Chrysalis.
Though we're going steady now I couldn't marry if I wanna
'coz she says in six month's time that she is going to be be a gonner.
And she only drinks from puddles, for the salts that appetize her
so I sit and watch and crack mahself a bottle of Budweiser.
Well I thank yo all for hearing me and listening to mah song
and I know to some my love affair may seem just slightly wrong
but I caught her eye and she moved in with just her heart to guide her
and I fell for her and we began to- hold on...DAMN! A SPIDER!!!
4th December 2015
For contest 'Butterflies- men only, sponsored by Skat A and Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
phylum, butterfly, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
There he is again/searching...
for me - the object of his disdain/
his bete noire
Looking at him through the facets of my vision...
- He is a hulking one of them
The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life
Swish! a swift and practiced mano
takes aim
Lo Mein from last night's relvelry
my launch to escape
....too evasive...
Yet, my aggravation is apparent -
if only to myself
Agitated setae sit stilly upon a
bottled back
Nonetheless, I take this latest attack
in stride....An insignificant setback in this
current battle between he and I/between I
and them
Since this is a constant struggle/one that has
probably been going on since the inception of time...
I profoundly ponder past assualts from
whilom ages
Is this the Genocide that my brothers from
another phylum speak of through the whisper mill?
For, I am also Black, but very
uncomely/I am Black, but the sun
has not made me so...
No!...
I have attained my shape, size, and melanin
through the evolutionary hand of creation
Still, do I deserve to procreate,
to be fruitful and multiply?
Each day my numbers diminish
and nobody questions why?
Yet, every attempt to exterminate my existence
is met with a well executed jete
Since hardly anyone is successful the first time
I then let the momentum carry me high
and away/until I once again become a
negroid speck on a drab canvas
....A canvas that only I can bring color to...
...F.O.T.W?...
Fly On The Wall
Categories:
phylum, color, dark, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
The crow's fierce warning message rings
Echoes across the dale
the Dove's peaceful cooing cascades
Silky sweet as a veil
Over here-a caws the crow
As the roosters join in
Songbirds unnamed awake from slumber
In soft chorus songs blend
What does this day hold for each
of God's animal kingdom
Will the Dove raise her family
To the phylum add some
Nepal mourns her dead family
Unexpected losses
Recovery a long slow event
The deaths, grief, life crosses
Categories:
phylum, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The thing that went...
The first thing that went wrong -
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.
The second thing that went wrong
was that dream I was having,
you know, the one where I'm gazing
at you - soo beautiful, soo lustful,
was receding like a cosmic dust cloud
The third thing that went wrong
was my sense of consciousness coming
before the fourth thing but after a second
I realized I was waking up to
The fourth thing that went wrong
the buzzing from the first was even
louder now than a second ago and ticklish
and I realized it had - legs
The fifth thing that went wrong
was me turning and sitting erect quickly
not conscious enough to feel the rocking but
quite able to feel the ceiling I smashed into
a mere twenty-four inches above my bunk
The sixth thing that went wrong
was my abrupt shock from concussive smash
and my equal abhorrence at the knowledge
of something of the arthropod phylum
dancing upon my tympanic membrane
The seventh thing that went wrong
was me turning off the bunk to stand erect
forgetting I was on the top bunk
and my feet were far away from the floor
The eighth thing that went wrong
was the whitened pain that cross-eyed me
as my right big toe curled 180°
underneath my gravitous torso pushing
toward the planked floor below
The ninth thing that went wrong
was the piercing shout that came from
my wide involuntary lips and tongue
just as the Musca domestica miraculously
left my ear in a fit of self-preservation
The tenth thing that went wrong
was the hard lateral left turn that I took
just as the fly took a hard lateral right
and buzzed for final clearance to land
just below the epiglottis
The eleventh thing that went wrong
was me closing my mouth in utter surprise
knowing the first thing that went right
was that domestic fly - right down my throat
"Good morning" you sleepily said as you
blinked and smiled from your slumbering bunk
I looked at you with astonishment
realizing I had started the day only
seconds ago, and already two things
had gone right; It was gonna be a good day.
© Goode Guy 2013-11-20
for the December 2013 challenge at the
open-mic at Aromas coffeehouse:
a first line of "The first thing that went wrong"
Categories:
phylum, flying, senses,
Form:
Free verse
If we are a breed of beings,
Species of like doings-
In the Milky Way
Why not be that today?
Have I turn a bat
Lost my light of the frat
Or a Braconid
To my kind?
Why the abrupt repellency
To the unfolding literacy
How will I feed my stance
Upon the extinct of other hands?
Why the weighed loathsome
The infinite gruesome
Of my phylum-
Within my kingdom?
What's with the conscription,
The circumscprition-
Of liberty
Stamping it in entirety?
What's with the thirst of a fuehrer,
The ***** conceit of the other-
To weightily parti pris
And indulge in an hostility spree?
Can I not be mindful of the Scythrops,
Make of their trait crops,
That will acculturate
Rather than berate?
Can I not be for the domain,
My essence extended to the terrain,
Express compassion without pain
And adore for no gain?
Instead, I lushed
To hike mass agitative state,
That deludes the mind
Of my kind-
To prey on their own.
Categories:
phylum, bullying, conflict, confusion, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every other “feeling” are merely patterns of chemiconeural-synaptic-firings—patterns that are now under your control. You’re the Head Mental Music Composer. And now you’re turning the broken cassette tapes of trite cover-band grunge beats into a live-blasting supernoval symphony of Mozart on crack:
Shift all incoming experiential data to a cosmic perspective of organismal meta-consciousness…Species consciousness…Genus consciousness…Family Consciousness…Order Consciousness…Class Consciousness…PHYLUM Consciousness…KINGDOM CONSCIOUSNESS!
Blast-off. Simultaneons of Valhalla perspection. Words have ceased to mean. You are now communicating directly with the laws of physics. Your thoughts are angels that fly with wings of ethereal mega-competence.
Categories:
phylum, paradise, religious, perspective,
Form:
Prose
It's
Not easy to fit
Inspiration into a single Manuscript
Skip
Information just influential tips
Grip
A concept of reality
Not formally accepted by society
Confirm, conform and accept sobriety
Me, I get high and add commerce to the economy
I know my heritage, I'm living, for I am a survivor
You don't understand your purpose
So they put you behind bars because you act like your suppose to be behind them
Backwards minded
May we reach the same plane
With the same pilot
Ascending with guidance
Signs scribed in silence
Sign language couldn't describe my anguished
pray you hear the sirens
Designed to divide us
By pride and phylum
I cum alone
Don't need you to get excited
Provided a little help
I'll be more then a little felt
Up, within a system corrupt
Dismantle the mantle until we erupt
So what
Categories:
phylum, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
It laughed back--
Craven beast in need of feeding
Feasting--fleeting feeling...
Hungry fangs gnashed...they gnawed
Mashed and clawed...flaying flesh in a pool of cess
Washed down with milk from breast
Habitual inkling to kill things
Waiting not to mate until spring
Impetuous creature defies phylum-
defines asylum...sickening, spontaneous species
flings feces-howls at the moon
Cage can't contain, nature won't explain
this beasts absence in a chain
Contributes to no cycle-rips, maims
claims habitat at a laundry-mat
Missing link makes cousins of apes
murder, molests, rapes...
Filthy wraith bathes in hate
Made in a higher likeness
God must spite this human"itus"...
Inspired by Kristen Reynolds "March Madness"
Categories:
phylum, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
So rare a sovereign reigns above the rest,
such glory, rarely glimpsed by subjects bound.
The White Ghost orchid dons her courtly vest.
Her vanity, a lesser would detest,
she stands with highest brow as one profound.
So rare a sovereign reigns above the rest.
Dominion in the class is her bequest,
without reproach, this orchid bears the crown.
The White Ghost orchid dons her courtly vest.
Elite within her kingdom all attest,
the meager in her phylum shall resound;
so rare a sovereign reigns above the rest.
With solitary reign one could contest,
that trials of recluse monarchy confound.
The White Ghost orchid dons her courtly vest.
Her pallid petals weep in lone protest
but cloaked in flora, tears ne'er touch the ground.
So rare a sovereign reigns above the rest,
the White Ghost orchid dons her courtly vest.
Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Contest mile 17
9-17-19
Categories:
phylum, allusion,
Form:
Villanelle
The more I learn, the more
I realize how little I know…
which insightful, gutsy,
entrancing, catchy apothegm
attributed to Socrates by way of Plato
subsequently self ranking myself
amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird
Class Aves (namely
said extinct flightless winged creature
with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!)
once endemic to the island of Mauritius,
east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean,
none would be espied,
no matter how thorough
going across aquatic spreadsheet,
one might row
eventually coordinating
dropping vertical column in toto
arriving back to original
mentally ponderous premise
gamboling feint enroute to see
Old Man Wizard Of Oz
meets Crow Medicine Show
pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro
ching concurrence with another maxim to boot
“ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n
doss appeal to this old coot,
yet such pithy accordance came
to this smart ass to late,
a mister wordsmith
with a palm pilot maximum glute
clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot
and holler when new kernel
of knowledge gleaned finds me mute
as if raw bit of savored information akin
to unearthing a rare gem,
or rare species of newt
temporarily allaying fervent quest to root
thru hefty tomes of great literature,
and tracts that suit
many other subjects,
less to be arrogant and toot
my own horn, but more so...
to satisfy an increasingly
insatiable hunger grow
wing nsync with unquenchable
thirsty ambition less for dough
(cuz bing po'
with treasure trove of voluminous
expansive bookish notions doth shaw
surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin pot hustlers
with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw
this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles
to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
Categories:
phylum, 12th grade, atheist, dad,
Form:
Free verse
The binomial scrolls list captive waste,
But the breathing chrysalis bound to the dark
Secured to the radian orbital stone
In the peripheral absence of the lark
She breathes alone
She remains unknown
She has no divisor to wilt her life
Nor governing census of phylum and foe
No patent pending inscription to wear
She has no divisor and no ratio
She is entombed
But she’s not doomed
The abyssal eclipse consumes their eyes
And the nebulous ash is in between
Their venom, their amulet of death
Embalms only the ones seen
Their sun is rayless
Their sky is starless
Upon the global breadth they have marched
Wearing arcane lenses of blinding light
Blistering bane of knowing all
Thinking the wrong is right
At the ecliptic frontier
I shed a lonely tear
Categories:
phylum, death, mystery, nature,
Form:
on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent
wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion?
baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky loose
mythic gem idol
purine as Myrsine
space rock fit
moon zappily
uncanny
azure drilled of ritzy rag doll
mesh shimmer blaze shackle
include
dare
desire
gaudy Sirius in darkened spell
mottled splendor
to cognize my path
as xanthic whispers
afresh
Written: August 06, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
phylum, analogy, bereavement, universe,
Form:
Other
After human self-destruction ends the Anthropocene
will creepy crawlers build the Arthropodocene?
With rising levels of CO2 and methane
and temperature rising to profane,
will those of poikilothermic exoskeleton,
be the best Phylum to bet on?
Categories:
phylum, destiny,
Form:
Couplet
Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon
Shell yours truly share hook line
and sinker, regarding how I nearly
fell prey to off fish shill
doom for umpteenth time?
Ya haint got no choice... to late,
cuz eyes already clicked bait,
though don't worry be happy fate
will find thee enjoying poetic tête-à-tête
rhyming Hors d'oeuvres
ain't no Shakespearean literary great
expert, nonetheless might interest
with special Labor Day rate
absolute zero charge courtesy
to mollycoddle principally
as figurative paypal pit tate
ting gently massaging your pate
anyway don't get doggies in a dimple
yawping personal ambition
of this doggone puppy not to create
literary accomplishment appraised great
merely to fritter away time possibly
unexpectedly, unknowingly,
unwittingly... titillate.
Herewith follows "FAKE" off fish hill
anecdote without wallowing
in self pity and deemed gill
tee of slimy overkill,
whereby fisherman seeks likes of me,
who favors lollygagging
within Brooklyn rill
frequented by Jack and Jill
ice cream in vain
when riled, poked, nabbed...
courtesy angler England Bill
unaware his carping cavil
never fooling this ever will
fill squiggly... d'ya phylum me?
As proud Annelida where trawler
(accompanied with boating mate)
blithely tosses yours truly into catcher's
reel tin can - grim fate
ah, but survival skills include
ability to regenerate
in thee event mine body electric rotate
headed, chopped, perforated, segmented...
evening, increasing, licking... odds
laughing to myself, which doth not abate,
cuz I outsmarted, thus aye state
with modesty if perchance just a sliver
lopped off, destiny cannot eliminate
opportunity not to agitate,
but rather duplicate, replicate
unisexual worman hood
without need to feign
being irate, thus
pretend to equivocate.
Categories:
phylum, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
What a strange word is mnemonic
far easier to say than to write or spell!
It sound like a disease or nonsense incensed to mislead
But after you get over that it makes sense
to use phases the remember hard concepts
and the orders of things thereabouts:
Short Word Left, Longer word Right Port - starboard
Every Good Boy Deserves fruit Order of notes on the tremble clef
FACE (Music Notes in the Spaces of the Treble Clef)
F, A, C, E.
Stalactites hold on tight stalagmites might reach the roof one day
Dear Kate, Please Come Over For Great Spaghetti Order of taxonomy Domain, Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species
How I wish I could calculate pi The number of letters gives the first seven digits of pi: 3.141592…
My Very Easy Method Just Speeds Up Naming Planets Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto
ROYGBIV - The colors of the rainbow in order Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet
30 Days Hath September, April, June, and November To remember the number of days in each month.
Never Let Monkeys Eat Bananas (Guitar String Names from thickest to thinnest - standard tuning) 6 (Low E), 5 (A), 4 (D), 3 (G), 2 (B), 1 (High E).
Categories:
phylum, language, nature,
Form:
Free verse