Best Scientifically Poems
Lessons of Autumn
Summaries of schooling
— lessons upon lessons guiding
Thoughts in class after class…as bells ring…
Volumes to consider about ways of interpreting…
As the world takes Life on a continuous spin
— round and around — outside and within —
Orbits, tides, seasons, moods, visions…
Lessons taught that Winter is The Dead or Hibernating;
Spring is Re-birth; Summer is The Growing;
And Autumn? Well, students were asked to see
— symbollically, spiritually, scientifically —
That Autumn is the season of Dying, of Leaving.
Autumn, the antithesis of Spring;
Autumn, the harvesting, the taking away
from the earth Spring’s born and
Summer’s grown.
Autumn is the drying, wilting, wrinkling;
The changing from acting to waiting…
And ending.
But, in Autumn, Mother Nature displays
Some greater lessons using God’s deeper palette:
To layer by layer paint, and year by year present
How Autumn’s weeks pass on
Gifting the hemispheres with her splendors
In a glorious prelude to turning with life,
Tier upon tier, into a new year.
All around, Autumn transforms the landscape
From too monochrome into blended tones
Of copper…and red…and yellow aside goldened greens
That shiver before the backing blankets
of violet horizons;
And often the trees for awhile, may even
lean in together to endure
The colder winds and rains pattering.
~ When sweeping Autumn begins,
Leaf by leaf breaks off from branches and twigs…
And, by design created, floats down,
Each laying on a palm of air, to soften
The fall ~
The living in nature all have their seasons…As we
Too, grow on the many branching pathways of our own,
Hopefully learning the value and beauty
In the circling of all time’s teaching seasons…
As each and every leaf sways, wafts, flutters, twirls,
Slowly waltzing down to the waiting earth,
To lay there, with such vibrant color,
Over the dust that made us.
Autumn always,
is time’s heavy curtain,
Taking its cue to fall…
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/2023
Cause you see no one gets how hard it is to fix back into shape when you’re broken,
Shattered,
I think it’s just mathematically, scientifically impossible to get the pieces back perfect,
Because in the process some pieces may have been lost,
Lost and cannot be found,
Cause I found it was so hard to every get over you,
But it looked so easy to you,
Cause maybe you never feel as deep as you said you did,
I fell deep into your lies and your beautiful eyes and it’s just so hard to move on,
Hard to move on, because you left piece of your soul inside me, the exact moment you decided to get inside me,
Despite our use of protection, it didn’t protect the sexually connection,
No it’s not an internet connection that you can easily disconnect from, but it’s almost permanent,
Yes you permanently hurt me ,
And you watch me with those eyes and that grin cause I, the fool gave you the thing,
The thing that I promise that I wouldn’t give until marriage,
I willingly disobeyed God for you,
Cause you became my God,
I worshipped you,
I loved you with every inch of me,
And now we’re inches from being strangers and I have to get over you,
I’m sure to be careful next time around,
Because I can’t afford to break the pieces of my heart that are left dangling .
I feel I have appendicitis,
Or a bad case of bursitis,
And I think I need another tonsillectomy.
I'm sure I got a staph infection
From a tetanus injection
While I was prepping for a hemorrhoidectomy.
I've got cataracts and shingles,
When I cough my kidney jingles,
And my muscle tone's diminished due to entropy.
I have a lower disc displacement,
I need a knee and hip replacement,
And I'm scheduled for my umpteenth colonoscopy.
With my doctor's full compliance,
I will donate my corpse to science
To see if reasons can be found for all my maladies.
No doubt that when they disconnect me,
Vivisect me and inspect me,
They'll find a host of medical irregularities,
As well as hitherto unheard of abnormalities
That may account for part or all of my infirmities,
And might help to explain my PCP's enormous fees.
Author's note: After reading Ilene Bauer's delightfully insightful "A Certain Age", once again I delved into my archives and disinterred this bit of nonsense from 2017. I apologize, dear readers, if any of you who might be suffering from medical conditions find it insensitive. It is certainly not intended to be so. Although I don't think it's been scientifically tested or doctor recommended, I firmly believe in the homeopathically therapeutic value of humor and laughter. And I know that after writing this piece, I felt better about my own health issues.
When I was a young child I studied ants
I loved their formation on ground and plants.
Like tiny soldiers lined, disciplined well,
They worked hard all day, from what I could tell.
Their strength was awesome, things they could carry,
Never wasting time, all day they'd tarry.
One time as I watched two lines in a row
In opposite directions they did go.
Then as I watched them, like a friend of mine,
Two friends stopped to chat then returned in line.
Ant's personalities, unique to see....
How akin these small creatures are to me.
I love their work ethic in an ant farm....
A splended tool to teach kids not to harm.
They work together harmoniously
And will protect their nest defensively.
Please teach your children the value they give.
Not to destroy their nests, please let them live.
They work to keep other insects at bay
And help till the soil in their special way.
I know households do disdainfully reject,
Yet these small insects gain my full respect.
They have survived millions of years on earth.
There-in lies their beauty, proving their worth!
11-2-18
Insects Poetry Contest~First Place~ in a winning list of seven
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Note: Ants are eusocial insects of the family Formicidae and, along with the related wasps and bees, belong to the order Hymenoptera.
Ants evolved from wasp-like ancestors in the Cretaceous period, about 140 million years ago, and diversified after the rise of flowering plants.
It has come to light according to a new study, that ants produce their own antibiotics to deal with diseases that can be used to treat humans as well.
Ants do a lot for us and the environment in general. A single
large colonel of ants will pick up and or kill 100,000 other insects a day for food. So they're the pest control themselves of the insect kingdom. Many species of ants have a mutual relationship with plants that the ants may benefit from in some way. Over 12,000 species of ants have been scientifically identified. Ants are known to be a good source of protein and ingested in several countries.
I want to heal the world, but how?
Do you feel the same?
Giving out love to get some back again....
Do we all desire just this?
Is this our destination?
What about fate and our Masters Creation?
Feel the intent, or just
Feel the Desire,
Happy Head,
Synapses Responding,
All take you Higher!
Scientifically
Biologically
We all want to love!
Generate our Karma
To ascend to the great Above!!
Go to the Summerlands
With a full heart!
Never, never leave here?
Oh we all have to part!
So will you Love?
End the Pain?
Make lives you touch,
Worth Touching again!?
When I was eight
I knew Paradise could not be merely secular humane
and yet be kind
and omnipotently divine
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would poorly follow
in my robust adult time.
It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include safe nests for diverse fowl,
politically
and ecologically cooperative seas
flowing complex schools of graceful fish
and surf's bilateral co-gravity
flowing out here
and ebbing in now
breathing Earth's healthy paradise past
and wealth-empowering future
polyamorous eternity.
Because an anthropocentric Paradise
would be monolithically,
and monotonously,
and monotheistically oxymoronic,
a scientifically and religiously ridiculous
metaphysical nightmare,
not ecologically sustainable,
not psychologically palatable
not even harmonically healthy potential paradise
because not synergetically
polyphonically
polypathically
polyculturally
or polytheistically healthy
wealth of peak co-empathic experience
regeneratively compelling
and degeneratively disspelling
economically enlightened
and politically empowering
co-intelligent empathic/dyspeptic
polytheistically inclusive
indigenous wisdom design.
Every polyvagal body knows
Heaven begins and ends
in an organically holistic
and politically democratic
globally healthy Earth Garden
with zero-balanced waste wealth stream
and nonzero-soul kind-kin potential
panentheistic elegant integrity,
yes?
So how does denying our naturally embodied climate
and unkind mind-wasting spiritual pathologies
help us become the perpetually ReStorative Paradise
we might synergetically peace together
Healing decadently autocratic Hell
monotheistically against sacredly wealthy
organically healthy Gaia Earth.
The glitter of everlasting Adamantine the tower of sunlight does
not exceed its grandeur of brilliance.
One of a variety immovable monument of stones thus stands its
ability radiating from a white throne within the city of God.
We shall see streets of gold as a city, a bride, adorned for her husband.
Through twelve gates, we shall trod, on twelve foundations so holds
four square, forty and four cubits, city streets of pure gold…
liken to clear glass.
The appeal is ethics natural beauty beyond measure, a Father’s desire
to relate to the children of his pasture, the brilliance of a Son’s love.
O` Adamantine of pure virgin, thy heart’s activity, bestow on me think
again, with love’s brilliant character.
For no glitter, of worldly adaptations of parasitic ego shall exceed the
fixed sparkle of thy legal resources. Come hither, Thy holy glory, Thy
Adamantine supreme, beam across the earthly machine, to the human
minds of the gutter, so confident thy chaste outshining glitter.
O` Adamantine, O Creator thy seed distinguished may I take a walk
upon streets of gold in my new home. Manifest unto open eyes as to
thy principles of press exposed new consciousness in the area in which
I live. Apply appropriate align, outshine thus the rays of the sun for
adamantine forever is author, develop a replenish.
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Sponsor Nette Onclaud Contest Name GLOW OF GLITTER
By John Moses Freeman
ad·a·man·tine
Definition of ADAMANTINE
: rigidly firm : unyielding
These are scientifically proven and believed to be the very microscopic
building blocks of all mass. God particles are paranormal physical
evidence of God’s body of Spirit. One’s natural eyes can see
the glitter of these particles everywhere in masses of trillions
once one’s eyes are trained to see them.
Do Not Abuse
that which life has gifted,
determine? the soul determines!
Mad scientist access denied
geno bombs millions die
nuclear weapons
toxic gases,
pesticides -
now infantile genocide
mad scientist...with your
poisons and potions the ozone
layer now dangerously thin...
...human beings you now
want to destroy - destroy within...
...play God and change the
genetic code...
...gay people and others you
want to scientifically remove...
self distruct geno mode
prejudice...theres' a great
place to start...
and all the mindsets that
code for violence...in their
heart...of hearts
the world is not flat...
the world was never straight
screen self genotype-
activate sequence code
self distruct homo/les mode
self denial - xerox copy
disposable personality
I celebrate genre my gene pool
being gay is very cool
being gay is cool
if being gay is not the same
if being gay is different
if being gay is not like you
I like not being like you...
deoxyribo nucleic acid
I understand the mad mans
test tube...
...indeed...
...self impose Frankenstein...
stick to frogs and toads...
...there is a higher power
at work here...
be off with you...and take
your mumbo jumbo...
I was wandering,
until I met you.
You wih your explanation
of love.
Me guarding against things
I as afraid of.
I was apprehenensive in showing
emotions.
Not wanting to get involved,
me explaining all things
scientifically.
Could I, with my education,
have missed the simplest equation,
that of love and caring.
Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.
The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story
of my presence.
Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a gooseberry shrivels
against the bark of a naked bush.
The black bear and the coons steal
each other's dens,
and bees, lethargic,
cuddle on the combs.
But why?
I know why---
scientifically, astronomically--
the earth and sun fly elliptically
and space dilutes the energy.
But still i cling
to the burnt orange leaves,
savor the last unsquashed berry,
dreading the day
when my worn winter jacket is not warm enough
and my breath freezes
and my legs hurt where my boots rub.
The frozen rain clings in crystals
to tired trees; snow glitters like shattered glass
and cold sunlight assaults my eyes.
I close my eyes against the glare
and listen to the moaning wind,
and dream of a world
where Autumn gives birth
to Spring.
LIFE
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the love of my life, life,
its depth, its range, how rife.
from high up in the air,
to here and there, to where
life finds a niche, takes hold!
from small, to big and bold!
long to tall, thin like thread,
take care where you might tread!
life not seen on the ground,
look hard, it can be found.
you might need a gem loop
to stoop you must, to scoop,
a gem of life so small
no lens, not seen at all
a wasp less than a mill
so cool what a great thrill
life, large, so big, so huge
no tree, no whale, do muse
a fun guy ate with meat
in soup, like life, a treat!
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2/6/18
Entered in '120 words' - Poetry Contest sponsored by Silent One
Point of interest:
Fun guy, fungi, personified! For those who don't know: A species of fungi found in the forests of North America can exceed 6 kilometres in diameter, but less than a mil at its thinnest and not much over at its thickest. It is the true fungi.
Mushrooms, toadstools, are its fruiting bodies. Hyphal being their root-like structure, which produces their fruit. One other interesting point is that they are considered scientifically, to be closer to animals than plants, what say the Veegans?
We share 98% of our genes with chimpanzees,
92% with mice, 44% with fruit flies and 26% with yeast.
We also share 18% of our genes with weeds.
This proves without a doubt scientifically
that all life here on earth share a common ancestry.
Created by the omnipotent sovereign Almighty
I’m privileged to bear this scriptural distinction:
“fowl that may fly above the earth
in the open firmament of heaven.”
By virtue of a special proclamation
I have been declared the national bird of our country.
Soaring with such honour, I thank God
to be among the rarest and most powerful birds in the world.
As to my physical grandeur, endowed by my Maker
I’m satisfied with my dark face, creamy-brown nape and crown
Along my prominent, large, high-arched, deep beak that’s bluish-gray.
Likewise, my heavy legs are yellow, with large, powerful, dark claws.
Scientifically, I’m called “Pithecophaga jefferyi”
Formerly, however, I was labeled “monkey-eating eagle.”
News reports say that because of my size and rarity
I’m highly desired by birdwatchers.
Today, through the grace of the Lord, and my nation's faith
with the cooperation of conservationists
I, the Philippine eagle, am triumphantly thriving
surmounting my critical endangerment**.
*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
**In 2010, the BirdLife International listed this species as critically endangered.
July 27, 2020
5th place, "I am a Bird - Personification" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/1/2020.
emotional beauty
uneasy lies the head
that wears the crown
no make up instead
your face never frown
if your lips turn red
you still not grown
beauty is the emotion
that emotionally connects you
to the spontaneous self
and you must have caution
for that emotion reflects you
to the simultaneous self
need not worry about beauty
but a beauty
that's not on the booty
but that on the mind's duty
to think beyond the facial
and artificial beauty
an emotional beauty
why worry about your looks
did not you read in the books
of how beauty comes from within
and not by the looks?
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opn04112011/1322
***extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry.
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It is important to personally analyse yourself from within. If you get so easily carried by what goes around; so shall it come back around your neck. Look at yourself carefully and try by all means to 'imagine' that person you think its you and see how different you are from yourself. Beauty is how capable are you of any situation to respond and react in a systemic psycho-analytic being and not from the physical appearances that are enhanced by scientifically modified chemics and cosmetics. Your personality is dependent on your mental freedom and mental situation analysis. <
onalethuso petruss ntema
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotional-beauty/
Greatest Fear
Arachne turned spider by curse of Goddess
to weave and weave non- stop as lifelong process.
Baseless fear of spider is a stupid mania,
scientifically termed ‘Arachne Phobia’.
Africa is the zone of primitive human being,
where dreadful poisonous black spider was wandering.
Into human genes intrusion of spider phobia
is more or less developed since long ancient era.
Mom, me, and all my siblings younger or older,
each is scared just by look of spider, my worst fear.
Once we stayed in a house encircled by tall trees,
spreading long branches to touch windows at ease.
Off and on spiders took chances to enter threatening me.
To kill by one stroke of broom was the duty of my hubby.
One day my little daughter rushed from dining room,
yelling ’Large spider is chasing me. Come with the broom.’
What to do! I felt so helpless, so scared of venom
I was alone puzzled and hubby was not at home.
No alternative, I had to be valorous.
Just by single stroke I killed the furious.
05/15/16
Your Greatest Fear Poetry Contest by Lewis Raynes.