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A huge grasshopper came our way one day
couldn’t help but catch it, couldn’t let it get away
Just wanted to observe it, the biologist in me
never saw such a thing with its kind of beauty
Bright green wings on a plump green body
I swear it really looked ever so juicy!
We sure didn’t know what to feed it
so we put in some leaves, just a little bit
I guess it ate too much, for its belly looked bigger
Uh-oh. Toilet emergency for this poor hopper!
It seemed to stiffen up, even concentrating
who knew that insects also did that kind of thing?!
At first it was just a little bit, coming out of its butt
then suddenly it seemed, it was spilling out its guts!!
It was something light brown and a little bit frothy,
we were mesmerized, but we also felt guilty...
Whatever did we feed it?! It’s been five minutes long
and still it wasn’t done, something was wrong!
Poor green hopper, with a bad case of the runs
Please don’t die on us, will promise you the sun!
It was super bubbly, it was frothy, it looked even kind of sticky
Hoo boy how I wished that I studied entomology!
The grasshopper looked so tired after that ordeal
But wait up, its tummy looked like it could use a meal!
We looked a bit closer, and saw these light brown grains
Whatever was it? It was driving us insane!
My sisters and I honestly never saw such a thing
so decided to do a bit of web researching...
Turned out that grasshopper wasn’t even pooping...
it was actually doing a lot of egg-laying!!
We found out it was so rare to witness that
for grasshoppers laid eggs by burying their butts!
**note: we actually improvised on this, felt bad for that momma grasshopper to lose those
babies, so we buried those pods ourselves in a patch of soil...we released the grasshopper
the day after and I think less than a month later, we saw these baby grasshoppers hop,
hop, hopping about! It was truly amazing!
***submitted for Amy’s “I Saw with My Own Eyes” contest :)
One morning Dee woke to find the most unusual toad
Perched o’er the water line in the “bowels” of her commode
She put on gloves and sought to catch the elusive creature
But no matter how hard Dee tried, she just couldn’t reach her
So to the local newspaper, Dee wrote for assistance
A letter to the editor described Dee’s persistence
To her shock, the letter appeared the very next day
With her email below it for helpful hints to convey
Nearly seventy emails made their way to Dee’s inbox
Suggestions aplenty on how this critter to outfox
Some offered to come to Dee’s house and catch the motley toad
A biologist warned, “It can’t swim; don’t flush the commode!”
Dee lived very privately and wanted no strange house guests
So she declined “in-person” offers to pursue this quest
By day the toad managed to slip out of Dee’s gentle grasp
At night Dee reached for a toothbrush, felt a slithery clasp
The toad she called Todd was quickly escorted out the door
Although the potential for warts, Dee certainly abhorred
Newspaper staff got a kick out of Dee’s predicament
They called the next day to find out how her efforts had went
To all of the kind emailers Dee wrote of her success
But the public’s interest Dee was unable to suppress
So she wrote another letter, proclaiming, “The toad’s gone”
Concern for this toad was a noteworthy phenomenon
Beneath Dee’s letter describing Todd’s new outdoor abode
Was a cartoon and an ode to the toad in her commode
*Believe it or not, this is true!!! Happened to me when I lived in a wooded area.
A helpful biologist said it was a "tree toad" and couldn't swim.
I've worked hard to have my franchise
I am surrounded by bleach blondes with green eyes
I was no homecoming king, I received no coronation
Please take a stab at my certification
I don't study the existence of life
I am a working man, no time for a wife
My certification is not a Biologist
No study of the mind, I am not a Psychologist
I've gone to the school of hard knocks
My business covers many city blocks
Every night is a celebration
I have yet to tell you my certification
I don't like Dinosaurs, I am not a Paeleontologist
I can't put anyone in a trance, I am no Hypnotist
My education is from up and down the streets
I am not on doughnut patrol, I don't walk a beat
I am definitely not into Claymation
Are you still in suspense about my certification?
I am no womanizer looking for a tryst
You can scratch an actor off your list
I am no Polar Bear coming out of hibernation
Soon I will reveal my certification
I am not into sports, I am no Analyst
My work is tax free, I don't have to deal with the I.R.S
I have no fruit baskets on a sofa, I am not a Psychiatrist
I will now tell you, I am a Pimpologist
Now that you know, keep in mind how much dough I make
No cheap wine, no pot pies, just champagne, shrimp and steak
Constant growth, all women are welcome to become part of an industry leader
Most of my women come from men who are wife beaters
I hook my women up with my patented 201k plan
I am the CEO, I am the man
5-2-9 can give you my specifications
5-2-9 helped me achieve my certification
have you ever thought of
How God loves us
the gifts he gives
our five senses
and how they work
have you thought of God
being an artist or a philosopher
or an architect at work
has Him being a physicist
or biologist ever crossed
your mind
has God used the sciences
ever to be kind
is music man's only gift
or the songs of whale's
and porpoises desolate
and the howls of wolves
and dogs just nothing
isn't when we make love
something
we all love music
a wonderful thing
but who's ideal was it
to bring a bow to a string
we see flowers winter spring
summer and fall
but who added the fragrance
to the rose
what adapted us
to the way we live
some in icy climates
and others deserts heat
who trained us for
the way we live
the thieves in the ghettos
and the thieves in offices'
little do men know
that God inspired books
sometimes unholy
men take a second look
sometimes God appears
in the words of a song
we listen over and over
and play it all day long
God is in the blessing
and God is in the curse
God is in the making
of our prayers and verse
God has made us beautiful
for the eye's to see
and God has made us mindful
of equality
And in our minds are kept
some great reason or cause
our passion when displayed
we worship Him as Lord
Burly men hauled her onto a fishing village beach.
She was rotund, impressively pump,
it took a while.
Her proportions made her ideally suited
for floating on her back
though she hardly had ever did.
Groups of curious onlookers gathered.
We all waited for a marine biologist
or coroner to arrive.
Surprisingly her fish tail was graceful
some peered closely to see if there
was a seam or a theme park logo anywhere.
No such clues could be found.
She was, they all agreed, the real deal.
Unfortunately she was beginning to smell.
Some posited that the recent sea-bottom drilling
for off-shore windmills had disturbed the eco-environment
of this part of the coastline.
Whales had turned up dead, sharks were seen belly up
and clueless. People were stumped.
It was a big topic around these parts.
Soon the small crowd drifted away,
many had fish wives of their own, and about now
they would be gutting and cleaning mackerel.
Myths are hard to keep fresh,
in this case buckets of ice were employed
as she was carted off to market.
Is it Epson Salt?
All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea plants have died out too much acidity caused by industry, and now it is too late to clean up the mess.
Fish in tanks are guarded and so expensive only the very rich can afford it,
say, bacalao; we have to eat fishcakes consisting of ninety-eight percent mashed potatoes, the rest is cod skin. Cod liver oil is the cure-all medicine,
it’s too expensive, and only the well-off can afford to buy it,
and they, the rich, live years longer than the poor.
This has raised concern and social unrest, politicians on the left,
insist the poor to has the right to be given a teaspoon
of the healthy oil every morning;
Mind there is synthetic cod liver oil, but it tastes awful.
Seagulls and terns have adopted well have earth-hued feathers,
sit in carob trees, sharp-eyed keep an eye for scraps of food and scare tiny tots with their inane pirate shrieks.
From safe distant, when the wind is calm, and on moonlit nights,
the sea looks as beautiful as written in fairy tale book, by
a marine biologist.
Is it Epson Salt?
All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats
and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like
bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea plants have died out of too much
acidity caused by industry, and now it is too late to clean up the mess.
Fish in tanks are guarded and so expensive only the very rich can afford it,
say, bacalao; we have to eat fishcakes consisting of ninety-eight percent
mashed potatoes, and the rest is cod skin. Cod liver oil is the cure-all medicine,
it’s too expensive, and only the well-off can afford to buy it,
and they, the rich, live years longer than the poor.
This has raised concern and social unrest, politicians on the left,
insist the poor have the right to be given a teaspoon
of the healthy oil every morning;
Mind there is synthetic cod liver oil, but it tastes awful.
Seagulls and terns have adopted well have earth-hued feathers,
sit in carob trees, sharp-eyed keep an eye for scraps of food and
scare tiny tots with their inane pirate shrieks.
From a safe distance, when the wind is calm, and on moonlit nights,
the sea looks as beautiful as written in fairy tale books, by
a marine biologist.
Extraordinarily
sterling law pedigree
Jackson, Ketanji Brown's
confirmation went down:
no ugly fight.
Ology, Elegy
What's this fresh hell I see?
Lenient sentencing,
can't define womanhood,
natural rights.
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Name ordered based on meter only: dactyl, dactyl
As an answer to a written question, Jackson wrote, "I do not hold a position on whether individuals possess natural rights." In a country where our Declaration of Independence reads, "“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness," that answer alone should have been grounds for disqualification, but SCOTUS has become entirely political.
Further, she would not provide a definition for a woman, indicating that "she was not a biologist."
I have no issue with her race or her sex. We have a black man and several woman justices. No issues there whatsoever!!! Not supporting a common understanding of natural rights is disqualifying, IMHO, but congrats to her, she's confirmed. Elections have consequences.
Just calling 'em like I see 'em...
In the northern hemisphere narwhals grow
With only two teeth you think that’s a poor show
But the prominent one grows into a sword
Breaking through from this creatures’ upper lip jaw
It spirals clockwise up to eight feet
This ivory tusk is quite unique
In the southern hemisphere it grows the opposite way
Counter clockwise biologist state
This tusk is a sensor they use for many things
Sometimes a contest to win mates of their dreams
They use this as a pick to break through the ice
This pointed spear will suffice
It's a very good weapon to ward of danger
In studies it’s also shown as some sort of ranger
It can even detect a change in external situation
Making checks it can pick up on temperature fluctuation
And a chemical analysis this sensor sends waves
It’s connected to this mammals heart and brain
They can slow it down or make it beat fast
This is one awesome creature of the past
That lives in the ocean deep and dark
A mystical warm blooded whale of the sea
A beautiful unicorn, you don’t often see
© Copyright KC.Leake
17th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For Competition October 15th 2015
Human- what is it?
Ask a biologist and he’ll tell you.
A lump of flesh maybe, some bones.
A mesh of veins, arteries and blood.
Ask a poet and she’ll tell you.
Human is so unique, so beautiful.
For one person another may make their heart beat,
For another they might also, but with hate.
The power of so much lies in human.
But the way it is born changes so much.
What paint it is covered in.
whether its eyes are larger or smaller.
The way its hair curls or straightens.
Does it have a right of life?
Maybe.
Somewhere else though,
not here.
For it may be regarded as human,
but it isn’t HUMAN.
The rights may be appointed to it,
Or it may not.
Depending on how well it denounces itself.
How much it wills to change its paint.
One human painted itself white,
But still wasn’t HUMAN.
Maybe to another species, this hate makes no sense.
‘The paint of human changes so much?’
They would think
‘The way its eyes Reflect its story in black, blue and brown?’
it was born unknowing of what rights were,
but now it knows.
Human rights are the rights of HUMAN not human.
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