Best Reproduction Poems
This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide
The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam
Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day
The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up really big
Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever
Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found
It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face
This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
O’ Word
O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis veins
Like an unfertilized egg
With the traffic-jammed
In my polluted blood.
I Streep teased my desire
That breathes in your mouth.
The world is made up of things-
Things do not speak but have
A language and a reason for being.
I think of the silence of
Your lips I visit to form embryo.
Make me wet with erotic desire
To gratify erotogenically
And mold you in good shape
With the vault of your mouth
So that the world around me
Can hear you in the heavens.
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10th place win
Contest: Stream of Consciousness sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
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* In March 1996, the news of the birth of a fatherless sheep in Australia affectionately
named "Dolly" shocked the world.
The possibility that human beings could be cloned too - long the subject of jokes and
science fiction - began to awaken an inner fear. The scientific question should be
answered by human embryologists, the scientists who have the required expertise and
competency. At what point during the cloning process does a human being or human
embryo physically come into existence?
Aesthesiogenic - producing or causing a sensation
Embryogenesis - induction of sexual desire; production of arousal
Erogenesis - erogenesis a production of desire
Erotogenic - producing erotic desire or sexual gratification
Parthenogenesis - reproduction by a virgin or by means of an unfertilized egg
Bibliogenesis - production of books
Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos
Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back in a quest to erase
Effects of the technology we embrace
With smog blocking sun’s rays, skin has turned gray
Bodies thin as meat exits the food parade
Reproduction is challenged by low-grade genes
Sad Earthlings search the past and like what they see
Tan, healthy bodies adorned by hairy manes
Fertile women who suckle innocent babes
Men of great strength who clear forests with axes
Strong immune systems when a virus attacks
In sore need of genetic material
Large-brained grays devise a means for time travel
Abductees are beamed to aircraft by bright rays
Frightened while forced to donate their sperm and eggs
Time travelers say nothing, perhaps ashamed
To be stealing from ancestors in this way
Capacity for learning greatly enhanced
But the grays know nothing of sex or romance
When farmers find signs of mutilated cattle
Such evidence should not provoke a call to battle
If future man’s life is genetically revived
Meat may be required to keep humans alive
Don’t hide in terror when you see colored lights
Spinning in circles on chilly autumn nights
Close encounters, but abductees’ lives are spared
Returned to their homes by captors who care
Consider the fate of new generations
If you’re called upon to make a “donation”
Experiments grays perform may seem absurd
But they may be trying to save our own world
Biology! Biology! How many times have I called you?
You frighten me every time I hear your name,
Because I can’t withstand your lies and pain you cause me,
You lack conscience since you introduced unknown world to me,
You gave heartburns and caused veins to deflate in me,
Biology! Biology! Who invented you?
Biology! Biology who told you to exist?
You only care about yourself and not anyone,
You talk of reproduction without caring for everyone,
You have no knowledge how loneliness pains me,
But you still insist two together increases happiness in me,
Biology! Biology! Was it important for you to exist?
Biology! Biology! I don’t know if you have sympathy,
You say I am black, he is white and the other is brownly,
You confuse me since grade 8 with your genetic narratives,
Feeding on my curiosity with blood circulation stories,
But you still insist our blood is reddish although different skins,
Biology! Biology! You should show some empathy.
Biology! Biology! Stop telling me about mitosis and meiosis,
Stop forcing me to cram the interphase and metaphase stages,
Stop creating new viruses, bacteria, fungi, and parasites,
Stop inducing fear in people with health issues and diseases,
Stop talking about centrosomes, chromosomes, cytoplasm, and spindles,
Biology! Biology! Those terms swing in my head and bloat my nerves.
Biology! Biology! I am not done with you but will be back,
To tell you the truth about me since you care about chromatins,
We shall chat about those coils, tight and tense kinetochores,
Get the facts about nuclear membranes and magical sporophytes,
The why(s) of evolution, nomenclature, mammals, birds, and fishes,
The magnificent zygomatic arch, plasma cortisol, and catecholamines,
Because unlike you Biology I care about sperms, ova, and human being’s hormones.
somehow these broken bones
will mend
no scar in sight all covered up
this heart of mine withstand
no notice on its mending time
it happens in between
reproduction all the time
somehow these broken bones
has mastered the art to set and reset
to mend without instructions
must
be a glorious feet
I’ve lost my heart and fell in love
sometimes my heart
would take a beating
whilst in between those broken bones
it found the power to resus
these broken bones
no longer broken…
Science say's there is no Magic,
But Science itself is a Magic,
Which showed the world way towards Logic,
Who invented Science?, Well that's not something reveal,
But the inventions that Science have brought up is a very big deal,
There are two phase of a coin,but Science have three,
Physics , Biology and Chemistry,
All about the Motions,
About the Gravity,
About Sound,
And how can we miss the Wonders of Light,
Which we learned in Physics.
What is Digestion,Circulation,Reproduction and Respiration,
Classes of animals,birds,fishes etc are the analogy,
Done by Biology.
Then comes the last phase,
Which has all the chemicals inside it,
Acids and also the Base,
It is very interesting to study,
As its the best part of Science, known as Chemistry.
Science have brought up many great inventions,
All these inventions are next to Magic,
Then why do Science say, there is No Magic?
When, ''Science Itself is a Magic''
The wheel of life keeps turning every day
Birth, life and then the subsequent decay
All living things must return whence they came
The pattern always remaining the same
All living things start life's journey at birth
Become adult through the process of growth
They then participate in reproduction
Thus creating the next generation
Life then continues daily in this world
Until old age and illness take their toll
Lastly, all must face death's reality
That brings a final end to life's journey
The wheel goes through a full revolution
With each and every new generation
Whatever is alive will someday die
This will surely happen as time goes by
Endless Love
In its symmetrical beauty lies the vivacious void
Where stars and moons have been deployed
For within love there is neither time nor space
Only euphoric eternity in its perpetual peaceful place
Starlight of twilight in a twinkle of an eye
Love keeps expanding as we microbially multiply
There is more to love than what we know
No binding boundaries in its everlasting glow
Where angels silently scatter to idolatrously intensify
That tangible touch that love can losslessly liquefy
In its loving light you are comforted beyond measure
In its saliferous shadow there is great displeasure
For the lachrymal cries of love's controlled
Hell awaits in its deception like fool's gold.
I'm not putting down love...but sometimes it can be a bit deceiving lol
Nov.13.2016
FOOL'S GOLD - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Painting...acrylic on canvas by same poet
This painting was commissioned by my mom...she is ill at the moment
Reproduction of Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema...Ask Me No More
A Dutch painter of special British denizenship. 1836 – 1912
Slightly altered...I hope he won't mind lol...
Lynn Margulis is perhaps most remembered as the wife of Carl Sagan
Expected to be wife, mother, companion and last of all - scientist
But Lynn Margulis, under Sagan’s basket, would not hide
Her light would shine – Call it a Woman’s Pride?
A radical with a cause who forsook
The path that other’s took
Stood tall in defending evolution
But not theories proposed by some.
Perhaps a doppelgänger had invested her body and mind
For there was no one else (like her) of equal kind.
She had visions and could see
What’s obscured to the likes of you and me.
In the biological world, chaos reigned
How to bring peace to this troubled kingdom?
Milestones of Abiotic synthesis of DNA, RNA, proteins,
Reproduction and photosynthesis had long sense past.
But how could evolution render life,
That would be past on to generations more.
She envisioned an organism evolving
That included means for mystery solving.
Life’s turmoil required a need for energy
Free from the sun’s erratic glow
She proposed a solution
To evolution’s problem.
A mother cell could replicate with a whim.
Containing an energy dynamo
That would fuel the cell
Based on ATP generated within.
Margulis found in bacteria of another sort
Where conversion of chemicals occurred
To ensure synthesis and reproduction.
Ingest those cells whole and make them dependent in addition.
Give up chloroplast dependent on the sun
To make the system run
And convert life giving chemicals within.
Evolution of Man had begun.
Mitochondria!
Reproduction without sex
Eggs and sperm
taken out of the bone marrow
Reproduction or virgin birth
Is it magic or biology
Is this the world we want to live in
26.03.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Looking at flowers, then leaves, I began to wonder about the roots and seeds. Yes, I thought, that's what I learned in Biology, Botany, Biodiversity ... But a brilliant, brainy, breath-takingly beautiful budgerigar whispered to me:
"You are "thought" [taught to think in boxes, as PT says] to objectify Nature from birth, almost. For us critters, the entire plant or tree is one of us, a community where we help, house, and hallow each other. It is all ONE life form, don''t you see. What are leaves but flowers yet to be? What are flowers but leaves modified for reproduction? Are your reproductive organs separate in type and origin than the rest of your body? Don't humans start life as one-and-two cells? Don't you see the seed - small and insignificant, perhaps - carries generations of trees, fruit, food, and shelter in it?"
I an in tension
because of my examination
In language there is composition
In english there is comprehension
In maths there is aplication
In physics there is derivation.
In chemistry there is equation
in botany there is respiration
In zoology there is reproduction
In history there is civilization
In civics there is administration
In geography there is occupation
In economics there is consumption.
because of my confusion you all don't miss your examination
AS you all are backbone of your nation.
Outside my window is a papaya tree,
loaded with fruits mostly green
awaiting maturity for consumption
while smaller ones ripen from corruption.
One papaya fully matured almost yellow,
camouflaged by leaves and nature 's halo.
Ever noticed that the papaya when ripe
exudes translucent light, dancing to entice?
Fascinated I was when staring at the fruitlink,
golden yellow changes orangey, then reddish pink.
Like space beams unseen by bored bland eyes,
blind to the fanfare and the dance of the fruitflies.
Of courtship romancing every minute of the day,
nature's breath forever throbbing in sexual play,
Vital as of birds, the bees and all God's creations
reproduction is the essence and seeds proliferation.
Incessant intercourse is nature's scheme in union
with foreplay imperative for nectars ripe for fusion.
Mesmerized, the dance of birds honed in on erotic colours,
as fruit blushed, birds stimulated created chaos in palours.
Tweeting, wings flipping, screeching in agonizing pain,
Agitated in delirious arousal, little hearts beating under strain.
Synchronised flying directly at the yellow flirt,
birds eye view they flew, all aiming 'neath the skirt.
Oh! the fate of them which ripen before their time,
sickly, watery coloured babies, pricked and stymied.
Nature's errors, good only as food for pests and waste,
ripen before time so no seed for birds to propagate.
Fallen prey to imitating droning of the bird's courting cries,
greenies inveigle arousing only the Dance of the Fruitflies.
with all the scientific discoveries
and the myriads of innovations
the scientific man is a vast failure
now think about these;
reproduction by binary fission in humans
perfumed by-product of digestion
blue blood in place of boring red
winged flight to the skies as birds
self-manufacturing of food as plants
upgrading of life expectancy to 1000 years
elimination of old age and wastage
prediction of year of death at birth
geographical location of heavenly world
turning ocean space into solid earth for living
an amphibian humans living as fish
conceiving humans that think one way
making humans into solely peaceful beings
scientific man, where are you?
pick one above and play into reality
A xerox copy of a species has become more
prevalent in two-thousand seventeen-
There are different processes used to
produce a genetically identical biological entity.
Cloning sheep is the most common form of
duplicating genes, cells and tissues-
but there is so much more to this procedure,
so much unknown science and unethical issues.
Natural and artificial cloning are both types
of doubling organisms, mammals and plants,
and so many people are against these procedures,
they riot and protest; they rave and they rant.
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A book was written in between the rough
times of World War one and World War two-
“A Brave New World” was a controversial
glimpse in to the future, but tell me, was it
really true?
There was an institution playing an essential
role in the artificial reproduction,
and social conditioning of the world's population
based on sex and soma consumption.
Out of control with unprotected sex and
brainwashing situations,
they tampered with the natural way of life,
tested the actual meaning of creation.
Humans were being created and conditioned
according to the system of this society,
and a man named John known as
“The Savage” believed in morals with propriety.
He was against the orders of this new
way of life that was dramatically created,
and made it well known that this
human cloning was abhorred and hated.
After a riot, John resorted to
fighting against them with violence,
then was tormented and brainwashed
and lived moments of defiance.
He took soma and ended up having
wild sex as he was always against,
and to him this way of life was
despicable and didn’t make sense.
In the end, he took his life
repulsed by what he had done,
he had turned into a monster,
one he promised he wouldn’t become.
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Human cloning is tampering with
the true meaning of natural creation,
and I hope in the future it never
becomes a common situation.
April 24, 2017