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Only when yours truly busies himself...
Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo
after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein, her issuing blow
by blow stroke, thence pecker
imitated fountainhead
unleashing at apropos
time outburst analogous when an arrow
loosed from archer's bow
shooting off about hip height mo'
than bajillion microscopic
one celled lil longfellow
(Oh Henry...! wad art thou doing?)
just hmm... giving mutual sin O
Job whelp... subsequently
little squirt begot
sole son this all because sticky clot
hit bullseye right on the dot
nope, no where near size of ergot
spore, yet radiating
burning temperature more hot than...,
liquified gold prior
bitta bing bitta bang forged into ingot,
now just little more about fertilized
ova, I wanna jot
potential pluperfect parasite (me)
acquired, cultivated, fashioned...
one after another deft bon mot
while in utero until umbilical cord
severed than christened newborn tot.
Now fast forward blaw blaw blaw
when I began to clamor and claw
nope, cuz I ne'er learned how to draw,
the least significant genetic flaw,
cue laugh track and prerecorded guffaw
similar to popular nineteen
seventies television hee haw
laughter muted upon meeting
battle axe mother in law
another story... genre mccaw braw,
she excelled spewing vitriol out her maw,
thence I slowly must heard,
mixed metaphors and mastered...pshaw
modesty keeps me from bragging
yea - boot as a non sequitur
non secretor, yukon call me
the word wrangler outlaw
lo never cussing out anybody,
I can more easily whip out pistol
if captive audience
critiques mein arcane saw
jeering (matt speak feeble attempt
at wordplay - i.e. soldiering)
receiving affirmative nod
courtesy none other
than quick draw mcgraw
now ye butter listen (er... read) up
and don't blather and beast not shtupp
to conquer, when ya hear bit ching pup
that maybe be yipping faux ruse
to empty pocket inner empty cup.
Welcome! Please come in
Take a seat and let the fun begin.
We make them in any shape, color and size
Please, come this way for the grand surprise.
In these chambers we produce the best in the land
We have supersized muscles for their arms and hands
The absolute power person is born in this place
We have taken the old and simply erased.
With modern science we can do just about anything
We produce babies who sing and even flying ones with wings
Just supply us with some DNA to make your purchase your own
We even match up your biological skin tone.
Your child will be complete in a week or two
It depends on what else you want us to do.
Some people want the specialties… enlisted for the best
Some want to keep it simple, just like the rest
But I am currently working on the fiercest baby of all
He won’t cry, wine or fret he will skip the stage of crawl
A child with no emotions trained for war
It’s an experiment if you will
But then again aren’t they all?
This child will be brewed for combat, one of our finest machines
If he gets shot… he won’t even scream
He will go in to battle fearless and legit
He won’t feel if he is cut, broken or hit
He will keep on fighting until the very death
He will be the last man standing when there is no one else left
As time goes on he will be able to delete memory
So nothing in battle will keep him in captivity
His upper thighs will have a switch
That turns on his camera eyes
This will be used to capture the spies
And his bones will be stronger then steal
If his skin gets punctured it will automatically heal
No need for a Dr. Nurse or homecare
The best part is he will be transported to here and there
Where ever he is needed at the moment in war time
He will be teleported to especially to escape a crime
Think of the wonders that this man will be able to do
This will be every general dream come true.
But it is crucial that we monitor the first of his breed
After all this is science and at times it can mislead.
I will adopt him first and see how it goes
I will train him from birth until he grows
And maybe in 20 years from now you will want a child like him
The critics will go crazy calling him a sin
Ahhhh, but all is fair in love and war
And this my friends is what my child will be made for.
By: sabina
A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary
testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated
olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst lee screeched
amidst Grafenberg tit parades
bumping uglies during four nuke key eight ting game
where pinkish puckered two lips viz biological
Russian roulette played – birth control relegated as desuetude
hotly contested fee conned, caved heat seminal blitzkrieg overlaid
bilging swamped,
whence olds eye goat ruff fused exiting nightshade
shy ham mull in, and gave way to blast ta cyst
vis a visa viz biological fertilization qua two plump milkmaids
from inchoate seeds juiced beginning
to compress bladder re: lemonades
per diem mother via umbilical cord fueling gestation,
where sonogram shows faint genetic threnody skein
perchance manifold jades
nope – no fallacy when peppy thrust with sucks esse full feint
after thwarting objection against skin flute charmed thence invades
which begot conception from chromosomal traits stitched
via jean S, and her faction of trumpeting handmaids
whose fecund ditty began to feel swell as biological reproduction
showed no uterine back grades
as Tabula rasa In utero endured fusillades per what mother tubby ingested
sustenance promulgated noticeable womb dar full expansion fusillades
of nutriments ordaining future health of progeny
riddling endless questions within the gallimaufry
discombobulated mental, physical fatigue enfilades
and spiritual state of momma me ya in tha family way, whereby baby blueprint an outcome as nano sized atomic bombshells scoured decades
to determine the ontological makeup from when the fluid dynamics
spelling impregnation since time immemorial and into the future cascades
artfully concatenating eminent grise immaculate kindred laminated with waxy substance i.e. vernix, though smooth
doth serve analogous to microscopic switch-blades.
Form:
Mr. Robin arrived on Spring's early Tide
Of mid-March born to a chill wind born
From his wing dropped a feather
Foretelling milder weather
Yet those slants of ice in the air
Hunger pangs, mealtime's prayers
'Twere no whistles of mirth
'Twere no worms in the Earth
No gentle rains to nurture the ground to give birth
To shoots of bright blossoms or soft-pedaled roses
Nor even a hint of green-tinged garden-hoses
All still lay bare, brown, hard as a rock
"The Earth be not ready!"
Quoth her biological clock--
When through the heart of Mr. Robin
Hurtled Winter's last gasp
A glistening icicle
In the shape of an asp
Despite what modern sociology tries to tell us,
Race is not a social construct.
It’s a biological thing based on genetic code.
But it isn’t really based on color.
Take black for instance
Obviously all blacks are related as humans
But are not all the same race.
The blacks of West and East Africa
And the blacks of southern India
Australia and Southeast Asia are not the same.
Then you have the San Bushmen of the Kalahari,
All clearly and distinctly different, but all
By merely geographical adaptation,
With nut brown to near black skin.
Then there are the whites
All now grouped together
From northern Europe to northern Africa
With all shades from sun absorbing
Almost pigmentless pale tan
To rich sunbaked sun reflecting golden brown.
There are at least a few sub-races there.
Same for Asia, which is why in the old days
Anthropologists classified humanity as at least
Eleven different races.
Since then the blending
Has only increased, diluting regional clines
Into a more homogenized whole,
So now we’re down to a simplified Big Three
Or as some would say, dumbed down
To just the one “human race.”
Such simplifying sounds good on paper perhaps
A way to make us all equal
While at the same time somehow denying
Our hard won distinct and diverse differences,
But just imagine us doing this with sound
Or the other colors?
All notes reduces to one “white noise”,
Although of course we’d have to call it
Something different!
All colors of the rainbow combined into one
Which might be pure white or black
Depending on your preference,
But as a painter I’d say more like a muddy brown.
As a painter I’d have a hard time making art
With only a muddy brown palette.
As a musician I’d have a hard time making a song
From that colorless noise.
What would the world be
Without our inherent differences?
Safe, secure, bland to the point
Of total boring.
Bland enough we’d never want to ever wake up.
Now I think I see the plan.
(9/19/26)
There is one word that can be the guide for your life--
it is the word
reciprocity.
Pearl Buck
There are several synonymous words
co-arising feelings
needs
co-gravitating wants
personal and social integrity
political and economic synergy
neurological and psychological
ecological and theological
That can guide life v death,
health v pathology
cooperative wealth v competitive disinvestment
regeneration v degeneration
love v despair
impression v depression.
These include words of passion--
Compassion
co-passion
passion story
impassioned v dispassioned v mispassioned.
E. O. Wilson speaks of biological Consilience
where linguists and political historians
recall co-gravitating Creolization,
peaceful co-enculturation,
rather than patriarchal greedy excesses
of one-power sided colonization.
Neuro-psychologists,
more positive pro-health
than negative anti-pathologists,
recommend Resilient-Resonance.
Ecologists and theologians
prefer sustainably regenerative ego-centers
and eco-systems.
Bicameral neurologists
commune left with right hemisphere
harmonic wants with feelings
for compassionate therapeutic communication.
Communication therapists
and mediators
speak out and listen up
for Enthymematic communication,
curiously and courageously opaque
and dual dark
reflective absence of cognitive-affective
left-right dissonance.
Priests
and Preachers
and Teachers invoke secular/sacred
natural/spiritual communion
communication
community
cooperative economics
and win/win political theology
preparing us to receive mysterious Transubstantiation
regeneration
creolization
resilient compassion,
polyphonic rhapsody,
polypathic reciprocity,
More like co-investing with Buck
than passing the buck.
Isolating in flee,
Ouch its hurting me,
Healthy global world clock is stopping,
Slowly disemminating virus,
And the moonless night are popping!
You can see that,
Yeah,You can see that!
Locking down into the home quarantine,
Our healthy happy lives are byzantine.
Diving down deep into the loop of darkness,
Hoping one day beyond the clouds,
The powerful Sun will surely rise!
Way I see it,
At the cost of humanity,
Terribly tearing the respiration,
Restless feeling,
We are in suffocation.
Turning fragile body into ashes,
Splash of seconds,
And dumped into ocean trashes!
If you ask me,
Insanely sick of those emerging polluted minds,
Endless slaveries of this Master intertwined,
No friends,No hugs,No last rites,
Only in return,
They want to trigger a biological war fights!
In my estimation,
Corona Viruses are mounting pain,
Leading towards the financial strain!
Economically affecting the market,
Dramatically dropping down the target!
In my own conceit,
Such a divine place our Universe was,
Just praying God,
End this breathless memory of Corona-virus disease,
And Reinvigorate us with the life's new phase!
Save us Almighty,
Once again Embrace us mother nature.
By expressing our deep gratitude towards you,
Please give us another chance to live this life again,
And forgive the mankind for all what we did wrong to you!
Written By Madhavi
Random chain of events
preceded occurrence re:
guarding existence of me
interminable fits and starts
concerning self destruction
inherent within one measly
self important species.
Yours truly synonymous
with any chance reader
(of course inclusive those
untold past multitudes,
who trod upon this oblate
spheroid preceding one
anonymous groveling,
middling sniveling modest
*****sapien) pursuant
upon unknown destination
giving contemplative,
introspective, speculative...
pause every now and again,
asper bajillion prior
bipedal hominids, whose
individual deliberate or
random natural biological
impulses wrought sons
and/or daughters, whose
subsequent call, sans their
wild procreative proclivities
unwittingly begat the
unique chromosomal
combinations inscribed genes
imbuing each of us with
transient occupancy to revel,
relish, reckon very finite
number of orbitz around
nearest star, how longevity
(till mortality – leisurely
and/or vocationally)
expended, yet anatomically,
biochemically, physiologically...
linkedin with avast
gamut incorporating
unknowable determinants sole
fully cobbling wide, whirled
webbing, (albeit skein
microscopic) comprising
resultant Deoxyribonucleic
amalgamations, combinations,
emulations...throughout
untold generations eventually
giving (swell pregnant)
rise to healthy progeny
predicated on an uneventful
tragic mishap in utero
preceding parturition, which
miraculous seminal fertilization
regarding series of
fortunate events delineating
quintessentially strapping
robust tot destined (years later)
to continue human
species, thus I ponder
tremendous steep odds (analogous
to drawing winning lottery
ticket), when reproductive
processes diploid propagating
one after another ongoing
generation, yet in retrospect
every cellular T-Mobile
chance coupling attendant on
haphazard spontaneous
buzzfeeding circumstances
promulgating prolific primal
precedents begetting each
individual necessitating tenuous
fluke (worm hungers) engaging,
engendering, engineering...
(similar to science experiment)
endowing penultimate on the fly
fusion between two haploid cells
impossible to explain convincingly,
(asper in my mind) the notion
predestination intervenes
likened to invisible hand.
(following on figurative heals
sans, l'amour,
i.e.,and that bastard conception
of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant
ting, and Bing Frank.)
Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus
healthily shimmering viz,
quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting
helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking...
as future topnotch venerated Olympian
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted expanding zing
baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating
happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped
purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or the mommas
and papas genetic
copy wrought grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening
via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterdays,
when my troubles seemed so far away
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of
decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now onset of autonomy
Das Agean sea sunned
father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstration
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
It's not my fault
I'm just trying to breathe
Devil's in the air
corvid doesn't care
is it China's fault
A Political joust
I must have
And does it comes to the elderly first
It is it biological
Is it's logical
We know of economical
stay away from me
at least six feet please
for the breath that was given me
God has given me
you have no right to restrict me
How can I love you
If I can't touch you
6 feet away
You must stay
Cover your face your nose your mouth
No more hugs, handshakes, or celebrated Michelle Obama fist-bumps
Corvid you restrict my breath
Embrace my Essence
stay away from me 6 ft please
I must contest this is my breath
This is all I have left
Right foot steps
My God I pray today
Save us all from my very essence is my breath
So be it
I'm unwelcoming...
at 6 foot distancing
This Torrid
NEW WORLD CORVID
5/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020