Long Subspecies Poems
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Whether you are black, red, yellow or white,
all of us are all one and the same alike.
The concept of race has been disproved scientifically.
None of us are subspecies of the human specie,
as is evident for example with the cat family.
We have lions and tigers and leopards and cheetahs,
but a black man and a white man are not the same as a lion and a tiger
Both are the same specie, *****sapiens, making all lives matter.
We all need to start focusing on the fact that we are all connected genetically.
Scientifically speaking, we are all one big worldwide dysfunctional family,
literally, not figuratively.
At some point in our ancestral genetic history,
my ancestors met yours and proceeded to breed,
and their offspring met the offspring of everyone else,
bring the entire planet to its present intolerant mental health.
I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours. The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild. They are the largest of the four remaining North American elk subspecies. They are beautiful, majestic creatures that walk with their head up high with pride. They stand as tall as a horse. The male elk carries a beautiful set of dark brown, tipped in cream antlers. Their antlers reach lengths of up to four feet with a distinctive three-point tip, or crown at the end depending on the age of the elk. They use the eye guards on the horns when running through brush by lowering their heads. The antlers have several purposes, most related to mating, as a weapon against their foe, and the antlers are shed each year.
Even though they have a heavy scent of musk they can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing their direction.
Their coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail. Their coats make it a habitat for fleas because their coat is thick and soft, it enables them to sneak through a thicket when they hear your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush.
They feed on a variety of grass as, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries.
They engage in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have their own harem. The mating involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with their antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females.
The Roosevelt Elk, a beautiful, majestic creature, which lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas -fir, cedar, and old growth stands.
5/9/2018
(“Dragon’s Eye”, 2024, original encaustic)
Everyone has some connection to the source,
Call it what you will,
No matter how tenuous.
I’m pretty sure it’s a connection
That can never really be broken
But can for sure wax and wane
Depending on what we do.
Since it is the source
I call it Supreme, and our connection is the love.
Since we’re limited and highly selfish humans
We sometimes lose perspective
And think we are supreme, or at least our tribe is.
But this is just a reflection of that deeper connection.
In our limited perspective
We see our accomplishments and rejoice.
And in this there is nothing wrong.
We also think with excessive pride
This makes us special,
And it does,
But no more so than other accomplishments.
Other species have their talents
Just as other individuals, tribes and races do,
And yet we consider our’s supreme.
Every species, subspecies and race
Does this, as it’s only natural
Given our limited view.
We all, after all, have that connection,
Call it what you will,
And that connection fills us with love
For whatever we focus on.
Only hypocrites complain
About another’s misguided sense of supremacy
Thinking somehow it diminishes them.
The wise know we are all the same
In our foolishness
And yet don’t lose sight
Of what can only be felt
As a Love Supreme.
(5/16/26)
There was a zany, zesty Zebu that lived his
life with full of zest.
Out of the animals in the big wildlife reserve
he shined brighter than the rest.
He was never down with a big frown, he was
positive and enthusiastic,
So super uplifting that his positivity rubbed off
on all in his presence, his "go-to phrase was “
you’re fantastic!"
The zany, zestful Zebu from a wildlife reserve
in New Zealand isn’t gone.
Zachariah was his name; he was known for
his zestfulness and positivity, his memory
lives on.
* Zebu- The zebu, sometimes known in the plural as indicine
cattle or humped cattle, is a species or subspecies of domestic cattle originating in the Indian sub-continent.
05/12/23
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