We have gen X, Y and Z
But what of A, B and C
Discounting the one celled amoeba
And Darwin
Perhaps Gen A was
Adam
Alone in the garden
With Eve
Gen B
Working on
Gen C
The rest are lost
Amid Cain and Abel
Noah
The Arc
And a lot of
the “begots”
And “begettin”
That has led
To the aforementioned
Gen X, Y and Z
There was a meeting of the “gods”
The “real” ones and the “frauds”
The one’s that shaved their heads
The one’s with “wicked” bods
Each one convinced “they are the One”
You must choose - ya can’t have none
Or else concede a one celled amoeba
Somehow spawned and then conceived ya
At lunch they served a “stoic” stew
Topped off with a Pagan brew
A sweet dessert of humble pie
Beneath a dark skeptical sky
The gods of men are snowflake thin
Hidden beneath the distant din
Of times and hopes and promised lands
An hourglass of endless sand
The “gods” of men are running wild
While the “men of God” walk single file
Perhaps
The remnant
of the one celled amoeba
Still transcending the primordial ooze
Sucking sustenance from the
Oozing awakening
Of life
S tars perfectly align [cohabitation]
e ndless-spaces posing, [a-vast] cosmic, ecliptic, dance of
[c ast], at it's (station parting as chaotic entropy).
P ulling g a laxies together, a [tapestry] in intrinsic entrance of (separate positions adorning culled existence).
A fter eons of celeStial [tide], weaving fate's intricate [thread of] abode to abide (stretching partition arearing capacities extension).
C osmic wonders emerge, in this theater that the universe has advanced as (spreading propellant aortic celled expanse) .
E nergy transfered, transposedly, written and read as (s-ystem p-artition a-spiring c-onnection e-xistensibly.)
Assassin’s Heart
freedom
came at a cost
Humpty was
soft serve as he fell
kicked out from
assassin’s heart
into a dark world
mortal possessions removed
he grasped for brevity
he wasn't single celled
into a conflicted space
falling was as easy as hell
landing took
its eternal time
the business inside
contracted, custody,
waking deep
from a hidden dream
soul forming
oh, the complexity
LOVE,
is never free
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I have a flip phone. I'm a bit of a t-rex. At times when texting, my spelling might perplex. My touch is heavy from piano keys. I avoid smart phone and emojis. My lap top is a dated Toshiba. Perhaps I'm just a single celled amoeba?
Never got hooked on a face book addiction, too many angry people posting their convictions. I've sent many an e-mail out in haste. I've never gotten the hang of how to copy and paste. Kindles and tablets might bring others glee but I'm quite lost in this sea of technology.
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
lonely
amoeba
playful
living life
alone
microscope
friendly
showing her
magic
purely sweet
simple
parasite
lovely
simple celled
ameba
back into the ooze
when we were swimming carefree
simple one-celled things
5/15/19
Arid, barren, desolate
skeletons strewn carelessly
jarring parched landscapes
Tucked away under rocks and boulders
one-celled creatures huddle
motionless, gasping, wheezing
Noonday sun blisters
methane-enveloped tropics
the poles whistle as well
Oceans bubble, foam, boil
water sizzling, spitting lava
lifeless depths of charcoal ash
Far, far to the south in
Antarctica's heart, a creature's hand
stretches out from the deathly mixture
~ clutches at hell's horizon
May 30, 2018
In 100 Years Poetry Contest
My fan drowns out the noise of the city streets as I sleep.
Squared out silence displaced from my eardrums as the earth hums.
The rise and fall of this dirt crusted layer in my chest, with every trip of my heart flux, flowing molten lava at its crux.
Years deep in prehistoric records, marking every natural disaster to the birth of one celled organisms that make a home in my lungs, and breed.
It’s the bang of utter desolation that brings me back, to my framed and paved reality, primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head.
I Am An Alien
I am an alien to this world
Born of atoms created billions of years ago
Atoms which drifted through time
Across millions of light years of space
Not connecting until they came upon a blue green planet
Random events brought them together
Giving them the breath of life
The freedom to exist together yet on their own
Combining into chains and molecules
Until two one celled inhabitants of human bodies combined
That random event mixed just perfectly
And that spark of life once again ignited
I was born not long after
A member of the human species
Still an alien whose life began in the darkness of space
In the millionth of a second when nothing became everything
And I was created.
I saw a woman from the valley
Unclear to many, she stood solely
She has swam an ocean and cried boldly,
As she courted and battled her youths coldly.
Chained and celled, she once told
I listened to her stories of the once known bold
She whispered time of the oldest gold
I shivered to the freezing cold.
Scars drifted her in her time of glee
But her words will always be free
And as she saw night and day far from the sea
She never once dreamt to flee.
Her spear does not bleed nor bow
She hears voices of mens only vow
She speaks words never heard till now
As she stood at the world's last standing brow
I was born of a singularity –
A 14 billion year-old silent explosion,
Minuscule yet massive;
Unimaginably dense
I somehow expanded –
An infinite void,
Spawning colorful clouds
Of cosmic gas and dust
I was trillions of blinding stars
Collapsing and exploding,
Raining elemental sparks
Across the great expanse
I suddenly became stable,
Pressed by invisible forces;
Molten from trembling plates;
Cooled and carved by moving ice
I was synthesized in the oceans –
A hopeful spiraling helix,
Single celled and brainless,
Growing ever more complex
I was a bipedal stranger,
Learning of tools and fire;
I hunted and fished the earth,
Uttering the first of human sounds
I am the universe in deep contemplation;
I am consciousness sprung from the inanimate;
I am carbon-based collection of stardust,
United with myself in the vastness of space.
I watched her
dropping the phone,
in nano movements
My heart stomped
out, the harshness
of a dial tone
And from endless
holes, these little eyes
scrunched with sadness
I suppose, I didn't know
what it meant to die
or why the tears
stuck to me
Sickle celled with
every memory,
around the lobes
of my being
Where I could
still hear you laugh,
the breaths of air
Grew arms
-- and comforted me.
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