Simple squamous epithelium
That lines the frothing orifice
Of politicians and wine-soaked braggarts
Cytoplasm
That flows equally
In justice and infectious regurge
Genes
That transplant the ghastly
Pale-light abscess of custom-made drivel
God, Ph.D., you too?
Categories:
cytoplasm, anxiety, betrayal, confusion, grief,
Form: Free verse
Time draws us closer
If we salute social partners
Who bless our lives, eliminating any stressor
From the corners
Where time creates quality time
To share
To climb to the prime
Level of the care
We disperse and dispense
In the interaction
Whose essence
Consolidates affection
In words, in actions
Deliberately meant
To invite benedictions
In every second spent
Strengthening ties
Within friendships
Where lies and spies
Sail in the opposite direction in ships
Whose poison
Far from the centre
Where treason
Gets no chance to enter
In a bid to plant seeds
Whose germination
Multiplies feeds and weeds
That trample affection
Underfoot
Increasing the chasm
Whose right or left foot
Sparks a spasm whose sarcasm and cytoplasm
Weakens bonds
Meant to grow from strength to strength
As evil absconds
To its full breadth and length
Signifying the rebirth
A partnership
Deserves beyond the birth
It witnesses in discipleship and fellowship
As every chime
Time sounds
Spurs a climb
To the next relationship rounds on gregarious grounds.
Categories:
cytoplasm, poems,
Form: Free verse
Supermarket celebration
shoppers are cytoplasm searching
for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis.
Oils, petrochemical and vegetable
love: faith and trust
for instance, the Food and Drug Administration.
In America, the custom is
to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze
like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles.
I've always liked it here.
Cornucopia, yes. Also
a place to be alone and depressed, or cool off.
Water and bone
and the known ingredients. Neurons
for remembering, calculating, touching stuff.
I have a favorite bagger
who has the smile of a lover,
wouldn't rather be elsewhere.
Like glamour stars in bikinis
(but unlike tomatoes and bananas)
cashiers and clerks are admired from afar.
Joe says What's not to like? Ice cream, yogurt,
profit, tofu.
To eat your fill is a blasphemy against God.
Categories:
cytoplasm, america, celebration, faith, food,
Form: Verse
Creationist scientists who dig
with astro-paleontologists
As they seek the bones
Of australepithecus
Foretold in the Book of Leviticus
& the Dead Sea Scrolls
Sounded by the deadly tolls
From the bells
Harbored in the Vatican,
Those who mistake the accidents
For the sake of unholy laxatives
To be forced in controlling the pacifists
10% of your income,
& then some
The cross holds one
For ransom
It doesn't matter if your
Beautiful or handsome
Since, the endless chasms
Flood like restless cytoplasm
Induced by the
Phantom's iconoclasm
As the masses reduce
To being merely a bantam
Docile & trite,
This isn't right
What's done in the dark,
Must be brought to the light
Stand up, & fight
For the right,
Rise with all our might
& working through the nights
New World Order plights
Will never bring a fright
Fear no evil,
See no evil,
Speak no evil
They're all just weasels
Being painted on the easel
With the colors of greed & lust
Nobody to trust
But, yourself
As one must
In order to be just
With one & all
& all in one
Categories:
cytoplasm, courage, forgiveness, freedom, imagination,
Form: Rhyme