Best Reproductive Poems
For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity
When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species
You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole
Your way of life
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them.
Categories:
reproductive, abuse, animal, environment, food,
Form:
Free verse
I AM A WATER LILY
When blue skies kiss whisper and ***** ripples quiver...
I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain,
I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve.
From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow,
honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves
thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves!
Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors,
I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft....
Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels,
they thrive for I supply their daily meals.
Day by day in my life, I live to be pure,
my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here...
Even if currents trample me and storms blow me,
upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship
but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide
giving my everything-- my best white shots!
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Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below
serving as a reproductive structure
~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower!
Placed 5th...
O.E. GUILLERMO
10:29 am, May 05, 2015
Categories:
reproductive, beautiful, flower, imagery, journey,
Form:
Personification
Hormones make the Endocrine System work
They’re always around, they always lurk.
And they do so many things
And to the body the blood always brings
So many chemicals all over abound
Each only binds to specific receptors found.
Sometimes they’re high, sometimes they’re low
And hormones always absolutely go
Via the blood until it finds,
Its special receptor, where it binds.
And no matter what you think you knew
There’s only five things they generally do.
Membrane potential, a hormone can alter,
And so a cell’s function will never falter.
When they alter membrane potentials we know
And that always means information will flow.
Protein synthesis, too, gets involved
And making large molecules soon gets resolved.
They can cause proteins synthesis in the cell
By turning on genes that work so well.
Enzyme modifications are also the norms
They can activate second messenger forms.
And when it does, it can certainly cause,
Enzyme activity or enzyme pause.
Secretions, too, the cell will spit out,
Due to the hormone, because of its clout.
And what is the importance of what the hormones’ issues
These cells spew out substances to affect other tissues.
Then there’s the last, reproductive in nature
Mitosis and meiosis, both important in stature.
Both types of cell division are obviously affected,
Another example of hormones, reflected.
Categories:
reproductive, science,
Form:
Verse
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our vaginas
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit
We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are blessed with our babas
We are in control of our own vaginas
Not the church or the holy order
* trump withdrawing necessary funds from reproductive rights of women. abortion will go underground and millions of women may die as a result of this!!!:(
Categories:
reproductive, abortion, anger, betrayal, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our vaginas
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit
We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are blessed with our babas
We are in control of our own vaginas
Not the church or the holy order
Categories:
reproductive, america, betrayal, people, political,
Form:
Rhyme
I can be...
HAPPY
ANNOYED
SAD
ANGRY
HORNY
LONLEY
HUNGRY
Happy when my check direct deposits every friday
Money talks more than love does sometimes.
I'll be happy when love evetually does land
in my lap. As of right now I'm in the pursuit of it....
Annoyed when people don't understand me.
When they tell me just give it sometime.
Annoyed when my heart doesn't listen
to my brain and my brain doesn't listen to
my reproductive system.
Sad when I think about being alone.
Even sadder knowing that I would never settle.
Hoping that I don't end up alone with two cats.
I cry because of the pain of being hurt.
I don't trust anyone to not do that deed.
What is a beating hurt if it does not bleed?
Horny almost everyday. Relief comes in cycles.
The problem is that it couldn't just be anyone
I lay down with. Just like it couldn't be just anyone
that I kiss. When I choose, I make love over and over
again to that one person. Learning each inch, finding new surprises
along the way. Damn I'm horny.
Lonley because I don't want to be alone. I don't think anybody does.
Most times my sadness comes from late nights and just me and
my thoughts wishing I was lying in bed with someone.
Hungry. I'm hungry for life like crazy. I'd bite the whole world
up if I could. My cravings, needs, desires and goals are all wrapped up
like a snack wrap. I lick my lips, and taste everything....
Categories:
reproductive, lifelove, me,
Form:
Free verse
Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used “fitness” to determine people’s reproductive fate?
A high-tech London, where humans’ material needs are met,
Setting of Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, utopian tale;
Sterile world of human cloning and conditioning to castes,
Recreational soma drug and sex use on widespread scale.
In respite from his boss’ – the DHC’s – awkward confessions,
Bernard and Lenina fly to the Savage Reservation.
There they meet Linda and her young adult son, John “the Savage”,
Fathered by DHC 20 years before, on vacation.
Bernard publicly presents Linda and John to DHC,
Bringing Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning [DHC] down.
DHC flees from “sin” of involvement in natural birth.
Bernard and new celebrity, John “the Savage”, gain renown.
Finally, John rejects the soma, sex, and clones of London,
Spurns Lenina’s moves and keeps soma from “lower” Delta caste.
His retreat to do penance draws crowds and curiosity;
Leads to suicide by hanging – John’s perceived freedom at last.
This Brave New World’s parallels to eugenics cannot be lost,
Since, in both cases, the state had a hand in who lives and dies.
American Breeder’s Association, “better babies,”
Forced sterilizations – how U.S. eugenics took its guise.
Human cloning now – gene, reproductive, or therapeutic –
Raises a host of ethical, moral, and other issues.
Somatic nuclear transfer to clone human embryos
Evokes Brave New World’s ‘soma’ in copying people’s tissues.
Eugenics – legal in U.S. until 1970’s;
Its dehumanizing nature gone from society’s norms?
With current human cloning research, genetic ‘shopping’, more,
No one’s safe ‘til humankind is respected in all its forms.
4/20/17
Categories:
reproductive, baby, birth, body, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
Categories:
reproductive, community, education, environment, history,
Form:
Ode
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?"
Categories:
reproductive, animal, bird, birth, childhood,
Form:
Alliteration
There was a Mantis, a sweet young girl,
Who wanted to give mating a whirl!
She found a poor boy
With whom she could toy,
Who didn’t know his life would unfurl!
Footnote:
Some female Praying Mantises are notorious for eating their mates after or even
during the reproductive act. Strangely, this doesn’t deter the males, typical!
Categories:
reproductive, funny, nature
Form:
Limerick
A business lady has a hunch
You will enjoy, "Period Crunch"*
Your monthly cycle
Titillates Michael
Perfect for breakfast, not for lunch!
* a new raspberry-flavoured
uterus-shaped cereal which
turns the milk red to enhance
discussion of a woman's
reproductive system! Thanks for
bringing it up for breakfast!
Categories:
reproductive, food,
Form:
Limerick
Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
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bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras
kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
to deflower re: piercing hymen
with nary immune to perdition or déclassé
hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
emitting pheromones culling asper a bong
clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport
waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward
omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals
depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy,
the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans
prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable
bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens
e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.
Categories:
reproductive, adventure, age, animal, body,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Bud of a flower,
open, reveal thy beauty,
and color our eyes.
I cannot picture,
this earth without your presence,
you are needed in life.
Your plant family,
400,000 species,
grass, daisy, orchid, are some.
Remnants of you, see,
your kingdom trace back to a,
Jurassic era.
now embrace sunshine,
attract guests with your color,
that they might find you.
Both male and female,
with pistils and stamens,
boundaries are broken.
-For atop your stem,
reproductive organs dwell,
encased in petals.
Pollination needs,
help, ask the bees to carry,
pollen to stigma.
Help is rewarded,
Nectar, a sugar-based sweet,
a feast you must seek.
Please walk gentle,
for some have intentions that,
are carnivorous.
Water, sun, soil, air,
and carbon dioxide bear,
Photosynthesis.
The process makes food,
chlorophyll provides color,
and ends the cycle.
Germination is,
the start of growth, for seeds to,
emerge from the earth.
The roots push down and,
anchor the seed into soil,
as the stem rises.
When petal, pollen,
leaf and stem dance in the wind,
life begins again.
Categories:
reproductive, art, education, imagination, life,
Form:
Haiku
We are primates, one and all
And our heritage is not from the fall.
The primate group is where we’re from
And no matter how far we’ve come
We owe our past through ties of time
And that’s the purpose of this rhyme.
We are a great ape, just like the rest
While some people think we are the best
We share certain traits with others like us
And shows the relationship without a fuss.
With tailless primates, the great apes all
Four Genera of Hominids, but only we stand tall.
But interestingly enough, other Genera are less succinct
Each have two species, reproductively distinct.
Of the chimps, Pan, bonobos in a seemingly fright
Use sex to settle things rather than fight.
The common chimp will settle things
With a stick in hand, that it brings.
Of the Gorilla group, peaceful eaters of fruit, leaf and seed
Just look somewhat different although they can all breed.
There are also some differences in the sounds that they make
As well as the chest beating of which both species partake.
Then Pongo, we have, the oddest of all
On Borneo, sometimes, they descend and stand tall.
But mostly alike with some minor differences in hair
The fascinating thing is the flange that some males bear.
We’re not really sure what the flange is for
But it seems to play a role in sex, we’re almost sure.
One male in an area will develop this trait
And it will seal other males’ reproductive fate.
But given the circumstances, if the situation has need
Any male can develop this structure and breed.
And then we have us, of *****descent
The only naked ape, fully walking not bent.
No others survived, it’s rather quite grim
We are the end of our evolutionary tree limb.
But what separates the monkey from the ape line
Is that monkeys have tails but apes lack this vine.
And in general apes have a bit of the size
In spite of the fact that we lack that tail prize.
The only naked ape, fully walking not bent.
No others survived, it’s rather quite grim
We are the end of our evolutionary tree limb.
But what separates the monkey from the ape line
Is that monkeys have tails but apes lack this vine.
And in general apes have a bit of the size
In spite of the fact that we lack that tail prize.
Categories:
reproductive, science,
Form:
Verse
A Feminist Second Wave
reached shore with my economic and political coming of age
creation story.
Yet this Revolution for Reproductive Rights
has always also predicted Third Wave emergence
of full-octave regenerative healthy climate ecotherapy justice for all,
regardless of gender,
regardless of species,
regardless of exterior ecosystemic landscapes of Earth foci
or deep ecological interior neural-systemic climate of humane matriarchal,
cooperative Left-Right Brain embodied equivalent focus
maturing nature-spirit nondual empathic trust with curiosity,
rather than more shadow side mere tolerance
of ego-competitive LeftBrain Dominance.
Western Strict Straight Stern Conservative
Bad Ol' Boy Patriarchal EcoPolitics
of I'll try to be risk-management tolerant,
but remember I am a Jealous Condemning God,
and not a Nurturing Earth Goddess,
or rather,
I am both that we bicamerally LeftRight are,
this EcoPolitical Feminist Fourth Wave
of equidimensional wave-linear spacetime,
ecobroadcasting our EarthBound Reality Game Show,
our PolyPathic EcoSystemic Opera.
Categories:
reproductive, earth, health, humor, relationship,
Form:
Political Verse