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Do you like what you see in the mirror?
Do you cringe at your sordid reflection
Take heart my dear friend, could be a lot worse
We all have minor imperfections
There are some of us with big oversized honkers
And a some have these sticky out ears
Eyes that are crossed and foul smelling breath
Who haven't had friends in years
People often say “we'll call you next week”
But next week never seems to get here
Could it be they're just trying hard to avoid me
With my belly that's seen too much beer
But the bottom line is we are all quite unique
No one has a claim on perfection
We don't have a choice with how we turn out
It's totally about natural selection
So now I feel better bout my funny appearance
No more need to cover it with a beard
Had this face fuzz since nineteen sixty-two
Without it gonna feel a bit weird
© Jack Ellison 2013
Truth Behind Myth: Mermaid
Life started in sea.
Evolution yielded varieties of fish
Evolution went on natural selection
Fantastic species evolved.
Fish with tail, raised human head,
Above waist human,
below waist shiny scaly fish tail
swam propelling hands.
Male version Merman and female Mermaid came.
Not at all Mythical, but actually Ancestral.
Ages were passing.
Evolution ran through ages
Tail was transformed to legs
First male child born to Merman-Mermaid couple.
named ‘Adam’
Baby girl born to second couple.
called as 'Eve'.
Children swam at sea.
Both walked and played on sea shore.
First Man and Woman Adam- Eve: Couple
left sea and settled on land.
They set up beautiful Eden Garden set.
Once Eve plucked one apple and ate half.
She hid behind tree.
Adam took rest half.
Both attained wisdom.
Eve started wearing leaf string with clams and pearls.
Adam put a twig.
04/13/17
A Mythical Creature Contest by Julia Ward
1
I say I'm a designer of systems, plans
Man's
Parts that stand together, set in place to serve
Trees and planets, too, which are unplanned by us
The observant, wise man
Tries to understand
Name the parts, pistil and stamen
Rocks, eskars
Elements.
Winter is shuddering to an end, mud roads
Cardinal pairs
Robin flocks return that will soon pair off
Buds
Soils swell
Will I live to smell it again, learn the lobelias
Understand and name the parts
It ought to be a great comfort to be so insignificant
Go among weeds, a wind
Thinking to myself
One's never alone
A dichotomous key is needed, a book of twigs and fruits
Accumulated over time and generations
Without it mine would be a blank mind
To be blank but knowledgeable
Without any machinery
In a perfect silence
That is the definition of death for which we have only to wait
But in my panic last night I thought death's inert
Grace requires consciousness
Hold on long to the senses
At least a century, maybe more
A boy hanging upside down from a fence at sunset, counting clouds
2
Now we go to our daily practice
And chosen disciplines
Sustained by the satisfactions of being good men among our fellow men
Women
Choosing to do this and not that
With the finite days allotted us that at first seemed like a lot
They're now few
But the chickadee's life to the chick and the cankerworm moth's to the
worm
Seem as long to them as ours to us
What question am I asking today
By now, past half a century, I should have chosen a discipline
And been satisfied
To be a war president one must have war
May you live in interesting times?wish or curse?
Squirrels, high in oaks,
Fiber, fat and protein in acorns
Strong runners, leapers, climbers
Should stay off the roads which some cannot avoid being where they're
born
Natural selection is occurring
Those that look for machinery in motion
Hesitate or don't as needed before crossing
Live in larger numbers than those whose modus operandi's
Guessing
The ravens eat the fur and guts of bad guesses off the roads
I impose my own small order
Having chosen mountains over plains or shore
Go to my daily discipline
And estimate the motions of the seas and stars
Measuring my satisfactions by my children's satisfactions
Do you ever feel like you’ve lost who you are
misjudged others by oh so far
gaining perspective becomes so hard
thinking you’re someone to disregard
Growing up you fell out with your friends
at school unliked no one to depend
no one close there to the end
though not hated drove them round bends
And you start to see yourself an outcast
games where they pick teams you came last
now lonely days go by fast
becoming a lost soul in cast
When you’ve no one to turn to
and can’t start new
When you’ve no one concerned for you
What do you do
I’m lost I’m confused I really need you
whoever you are please come through
I’ve considerately looked out for a few
I’ve lost it all now though what do I do
It dawned on me I’m often rejected
From young to now like an infection
haunted as though natural selection
dumb lowbrow knows only ejection
I wonder what they thought of me
2 faced friendships forge on me
I wonder why they thought of me
a face too hit unfortunately.
This mountain of doubt pulls down in me
take a chance avalanche
climb the tree break a branch
with every missed advantage
I gain baggage and a bandage
man up stand tall but I’m minuscule
Crawling through cruelty
caught up failing faulty
I’ve lost my way I can’t see before me,
Just one to come and care for me
like I cared so unselfishly
support by standing there with me
save me with your company
Save me please just come for me
Save me please would somebody
Things fall into place.
Wait long enough for love to arrive and things fall into place.
Brick by brick, fountains are made.
Building a future of titanium before the grave.
Happy days are back again.
Make no mistake.
I am happy when it rains,
But I live in the rain, so that is ok.
Meteors may crash into Earth,
And once more I shall rip up out of the dirt.
You cannot predict the weather; never mind the change.
Things remain and in time we are rearranged.
Through all the hurt I will continue.
Nothing remains when we are through,
But the ripple effect of who we were;
Changing worlds. I will find her.
Thanks for the memories; gone to never.
Nevertheless, always more to give.
A true bond is never severed.
I am just a boy who wants love to live.
All things change and this new day,
They will continue their affairs until they are grey and replaced.
The list of rejections grows with age,
Until you’re nothing to see;
Live it your way, or hide away.
Natural selection; self-inspection.
Show your true face and become replaced
And replicated and reproduced,
Until the mold is in ruins,
And there is nothing left of you.
Inside I just feel used.
Leave them to their searches.
Adultery deserves it.
Younger version, fading wishes.
This love you claim is covered in stitches.
This twisted mess of a head began with pain,
And that is how this will end;
But faces change, as we age and the mind continues.
Back at the beginning, only time to spend.
The mind grows, until it goes;
It flexes and becomes a new place for sorrow.
No matter what you may do or say,
Still the love remains.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
“Universe is an endless verse “--Poet
ENDLESS UNIVERSE
Void cosmos, no matter, no energy,
neither time nor space.
Big Bang exploded.
Energy, matter appeared.
space to set, time was on: Simultaneous.
Mysterious debut.
Universe was created: An EVERLASTING existence.
Time running INFINITE.
BOUNDLESS expansion continuous.
LIMITLESS space procuring perplexity.
BOTTOMLESS to plumb depth.
Non-destructive Energy: Potential and Kinetic.
ETERNAL cosmic flow carrying conscience in dormant state.
Life and soul entwined going under evolution
on slow continuation always approaching betterment
seeking manifestation
in versatile formats with multi-faced pattern.
Blind progress on Natural selection,
non-judgmental but just Universal.
Unplanned! Nothing schedule,
yet continual rectification of flaws
to open new vista setting Universal Laws.
A never-ending complexity.
UNBROKEN whole sum entity,
having profile with ever changing style
adapting Environ: Main criterion.
Dynamic relentless effort
processing more and more perfection.
Quality tending to eternity.
Universe is an ENDLESS verse beyond perception.
Are you happy with the face you were born with
Do you cringe at your sordid reflection
Take heart my dear friend, could be a lot worse
We all have minor imperfections
There are some of us with big oversized honkers
And some have these sticky out ears
Eyes that are crossed and foul smelling breath
Who haven't had friends in years
People often say “we'll call you next week”
But next week never seems to get here
Could it be they're just trying hard to avoid me
With my belly that's seen too much beer
But the bottom line is we are all quite unique
No one has a claim on perfection
We don't have a choice with how we turn out
It's totally about natural selection
So now I feel better bout my funny appearance
No more need to cover it with a beard
Had this face fuzz since nineteen sixty-two
Without it would feel a bit weird
Fellow poets, when you write, you put down words, of fact or fiction.
With conscious thought you select letters to make words in diction
Words strung together in rhyme, pearls of wisdom, marking the time
You create the thought, the flow,you're painting pictures as you go.
What would you say if I told you, it's all a lie, Shakespeare never existed
His works arrived by chance, perfectly phrased, not tongue tied, or twisted
Letters assembled themselves into words, then words in perfect succession
Formed themselves into rhyming sentences eloquently said in progression.
DaVinci too didn't exist, he's just a figment of some wild imagination
Mona Lisa was only a chance meeting of paint and canvas in congregation
There was no artist, with stylized strokes of brushes and pens in harmony
Ink and paint just flowing freely, creating their own masterpieces randomly.
You wouldn't believe it if I told you, because you know it's just not true
But when they tell you God doesn't exist, what do you think, or do?
Some say that life evolved by a chance meeting of cells and molecules
Natural selection, started chaotically forming an organic cosmic soup.
Does that make sense when you see the beauty and artistry all around
In the sunsets, oceans, lands and seas, where life teems and abounds
The universe with a complexity of it's own, a cosmic timepiece of majesty
Saying order comes from chaos, is a disgrace to the Artist, a real travesty.
When an artist paints a sunset he is just copying what he sees with his eyes
It's not an original work, but he signs it anyway, maybe he doesn't realize.
The complexity and order in life should tell you we were fashioned by design
Faith in the Designer comes not by chance, but by choice, read the signs.
John Derek Hamilton November 20, 2015
Rik Mayall, British actor, stand-up comedian, writer,
pioneer of alternate comedy died suddenly,
June 09, 2014 of a heart attack,
or was he murdered ?
In his last film, One by One, he left comedy for the serious,
delivering a chilling message before death,
warning us of a scary revelation,
of a new order destruction.
The film speaks of population reduction- one by one, by one,
natural selection, getting rid of useless eaters,
too many resources being used,
the planet is asleep.
I believe Rik wanted to share this before he was murdered ?
make this film as a warning to humankind,
the world we know is changing,
we see it even now as a reality.
The world's resources cannot sustain the population much longer.
_____________________
September 22, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Court Jester Becomes Serious
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1489-779-22
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Tragi Comedy
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 11/11/2022
First Place
I’d be honoured, given my life, so grand -
My Obituary, drawn by my hand.
Who strutted in my shoes around the earth?
Precisely, I know best what my life’s worth!
First of all, by natural selection,
Life and I shared mutual affection.
Life loved me right til death and long before,
But I insist I madly loved her more.
Through strife and struggle we struck a fair deal -
She gives me grief but grants me time to heal.
She kindly pinky promised from the start -
My wealth flows from the bottom of my heart.
She swore to me that despite all tears shed
I’d laugh more than cry by the time I’m dead.
She urged to seize the day and have a ball,
She enticed me to take less and give all.
Less is more by far, she expressed out loud -
“No carryon to afterlife allowed”!
In sync we cried and laughed, but we had fun,
And morphed organically into one.
My earthly worth is my life’s full credit,
Obituary, no need to edit.
I’m glad this final tribute note above
written and signed, “To my Life! With love!”