Fittest Poems - Poems about Fittest

Nature at its best Only the strong will live Survive and spread....

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The humidity was doing a good job of keeping pace with the temperature. Until around 10 AM when the thermometer pushed its way past 100. That’s when 176 frightened kids and a few old hippies staggered out of the crowded cattle trucks. “Alright you maggots, RUN,” voices screamed from beneath wide brimmed Smokey Bear hats....

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Watched a nature program about Africa last night Bout the animals that roam free, what a glorious sight Survival of the fittest Can make us grimace As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life...

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Nesting season will soon be over Fledglings are peeking over the edges Yearning to join their parents in flight Nesting season will soon be over, While feral cats await like ugly vultures Innocent young chicks unknowing descend Nesting season will soon be over Fledglings are peeking over the edges. Innocent young chicks unknowing descend On fluttering wings, ill-prepared to fly Until darkness hides them in...

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Survival Of The Fittest By: Miracle Man 11-22-2019 The sun plays peek a boo through a mottled sky, And a Red Hawk circles in it’s lofty search. Espying no movement in the grass from on high, It returns from aloft to it’s dead tree perch. Most times it searches from a high altitude, Constantly looking for its next unwary prey. It spends endless hours...

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I gaze up at the pellucid sky a red tailed hawk is flying high; it scans for prey, which soon may die ... rabbits run for your life I want to cry! I watch transfixed, I am spellbound and watch it swoop, without a sound, perhaps its next meal has been found - with luck its prey flees underground. Give Me 8...

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The hungered in-flight spots its need to last, The beleaguered seize every occasion, Fittest scores a new day, other has passed, Left to make the status quo unsurpassed, Lost must survive and waive the equation, The hungered in-flight spots its need to last, Maintained senses and elements holdfast, Increase numbers, better its evasion, Fittest scores a new day, other has passed, Hail, the victor...

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Scurrying about... Darting here and there... panicked Whimpering feebly... Brave predators lick their lips... Caged, trapped... helpless... caught fast...

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We act so different from them. We have more complex minds, more, Intricate ways of work. They live, to support, to reproduce, to eat, drink, survive. They feast don’t feast their desire, they fend for themselves among the selfish wolves of their pack. Sound familiar? One thing that’s different between us, Is that we have a mind so grand, so...

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Emptiness thrives Boredom conquers Anxiety settles in I enter the rat race...

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It is not my intent to Laypeople offend, When I refer to religion contrived by greedy men. Not all, some individuals always ready, To take time out to help the needy, unsteady. No, the religious institution itself, the world's richest contrived wealth, and still its intent converting. No cost held back including hurting. People, those...

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Poor Mr. Darwin If only he could know That genus homo (sapiens) Created modern medicine And that old familiar adage Has virtually died No room for natural selection When a low zygote mortality rate Gives them such great pride They don’t purify our gene pool But pollute it With that ignorant and inhumane Save the ‘baby’ campaign And lest you think ‘eugenics’ So very wrong you’d be The point is...

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Darwin's survival of the fittest Could speak of the rarest Then why not of love? Which is talk of the town. Behind the bushes, above the hills I find the couples opening seal Outing and dating they name it Body for All, they say it. A sheer lust I see in both The unending formalities in...

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Survival of the fittest A bird on a branch, reflecting on existence; Realizing everything it thought it knew about mortality, Was really just how to show its own ignorance. No possibility of death as it rides upon the wind so free; Flying so high above the land, That nothing could bring this day to an end And there is still so...

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*Round One of an anticipated Twelve Round Bout* With Special Guest Referee: Pyotr Kropotkin And Everyone's Favorite Ring Girl: Leo Tolstoi Postproduction by: Herbert Spencer and Rupert Murdoch ---//--- I'm gonna toss you away To the crocs someday, - And that's when I'll say: "Try surviving through this!" "Without receiving my aid!" "If you think you're so 'fit' - Why...

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