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People believe in evolution beyond the shadow of a doubt
Happy with the solution thinking science has all the clout
They never investigate in following blindly down the road
I'm saying wait, for in you the wrong seeds were sowed
Only man has this trait that there is nothing at all owed
It's laughable at best for no proof has ever been found
For it failed every test, evidence against begins to mound
From cold to warm blooded and the enormity of species
The whole theory is a dud and it even smells like feces
Darwin's name is now mud and all his work in pieces
Harsh you might say but that's not the whole story
To man's own dismay he has cut out God's Glory
Just look around you and look at Gods percision
Between what's true and what's the devil's derision
But I'll give you a clue our God made it your decision
A big fish becoming a bird a raccoon becoming a bear
Strangest thing I ever heard but so many are unaware
The stars that we can't even see He named each one
And we would never be free without the Glory of His Son
One day you will see but the believing time will be done
Isaiah 55:9
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways,
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
*What came first the cell or it's DNA
since neither can exist without the other.
We all know the chicken came first
because who would sit on the egg!
Genesis 7:14
they and every beast after its kind, and all the cattle after their kind, and every creeping thing that creeps on the earth after its kind, and every bird after its kind, all sorts of birds.
Of its own kind is mentioned over and over
and over again in Genesis.
a bird is a bird is a bird and will always be a bird.
it may become a different kind of bird that would be microevolution but it will still be a bird not a monkey or a raccoon or even a donkey. A bird.
The information contained in your DNA
Would create enough books to fill the Grand Canyon
How great is our God
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Beautiful mammals just like you and I,
Dolphins are warm blooded and smart-
Only see in shades of grey in each eye,
but are just as sensitive in the heart.
Friendliness and compassion play a part.
Sleek and smooth rubber covering skin,
and some can even live up to fifty years-
Each Dolphin holds delicate grace within,
and can even cry salty sorrowful tears.
Even Dolphins have dreams and fears.
They can dive up to one thousand feet,
and there are forty different species around-
Dolphins are competitive when they compete,
showing off their mighty skills abound.
They love to flaunt their talents, I have found.
Killer Whales are from the Dolphin family,
despite their name, they are of the kindred kind-
Sharing the same old lineage and ancestry,
both are elegance and kindness combined.
Such intelligent mammals are so hard to find.
On my honeymoon I rode a Dolphin named Jenny,
she was speedily fast, confident and brave-
Stunning creatures like her, not very many,
that is why we should strive to save
the Dolphins in the world that are used as slaves.
Never doubt the love Dolphins hold inside,
for they are a symbol of strength personified.
Dolphins- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
January 12th, 2018
Just to look at her is astounding, she gives me eternal shivers down my spine that shift
down and give me cold feet, me standing frostbitten i can't help but be lost and bitten
while the cost of living is being sucked out of me, millions drained to her mouth from my
veins, i couldn't help my blood from being rained out 'until it flooded, me warm-blooded
which keeps her with this burning desire to acquire more with her eyes filled with a fire
that admired more, a drink is what she pierced my attire for
i call her a demon in a dress but she calls me the one who lusts best, with my heart on
her beauty and my brain on her chest, like a brain in her heart, i knew her by heart, I
love her until death so to death until us part, we almost there because when i end is when
we start, living lifeless long-lived lives after life, my wife, consisting of
characteristics many would die for and many have died from, my number one had to come
toward and show me the means of my darkened wings
Her darkened presence presented this promising essence ever since I peered into her dark
eyes without sense, knowing that her sixth sense was to induce lust from a glorious
appearance, appearing different as it appears, I fear for my peer's fears as their tears
will act as their own wake while they can't awake at their own wake, and take what Death
has, while their epitaphs laugh last, and we have the last laughter as we live dreadfully
ever after!
Little Tyro seemed normal at birth
Green color, long enough, the proper girth
But when he didn't grow for nigh on a year
Mom and Dad Tyrannosaurus were filled with fear
One day they took poor Tyro to the dino-vet
Who confirmed his parents' worst fears yet
Little Tyro had a very, very rare mutation
That caused its victims diminished maturation
Little Tyro would barely get to grow at all
In fact he'd barely be 50 centimeters tall
He'd never be able to go outside and play
For he'd be stepped on by others right away
While his prognosis certainly wasn't very good
Tyro made his way in life, as best he could
Then one day, a miracle came along
That freed him from a destiny, gone so wrong
A giant meteor whooshed down and struck the Earth
To climate changes and an Ice Age it gave birth
All the big, cold-blooded dinosaurs up and died
But not Tyro, who tiny body stayed warm inside
For there was something the dino-vet just hadn't known
Tyro's mutation meant he was a mammal full-blown
Warm-blooded, friendly, cute and full of fun --
He became Neanderthal Man's favorite pet, bar none!
June 19, 2019
Entry in 'Dinosaurs For Children' contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Earth was once molten rock,
and seen from space, it would've glowed orange.
Bombarded by meteors,
its surface was barren and sterile;
until comets endowed it with oceans.
Our planet is a unique globe, with a heart
of liquid iron spinning at its core.
And that spin generates a magnetic shield
that blocks out our sun's harmful cosmic radiation;
promoting life, while supplying a safe home.
Volcanoes, oceans, and lightning
gave life the essentials it needed to start.
And discharging oxygen as a waste byproduct
prolific, organic organisms grew and multiplied;
till their numbers created an atmosphere.
Over eons, some fish evolved into amphibians and reptiles,
which left the oceans to breathe air on the land.
And after hundreds of millions of years, mammals appeared:
warm-blooded animals, the ancestors of humans.
When Man first viewed Earth from space
it evoked visions of paradise!
Earth glowed like a blue gemstone
laced with white clouds and ribbons of color,
etched upon its surface.
And at that moment, we became Earthlings,
identifying ourselves as such.
Although humans live in multiple countries,
engaged with differing cultures;
Earth is home to all.
Warm blooded creatures, yet as the heat of the day retreats, we crave warmth to cosset our souls.
While the moon controls the tides, human flesh being mostly water, becomes ensnared in the heavenly body’s power.
Elements of nature, diametrically opposed yet both compel us in equal measure.
Fire dances, alive, organic, consuming its prey. No two sparks ever behave as twins, always the rogue, the lone wolf. Each lick out for its own gains, taking with it the fuel of life and energy as burnt a thousand suns before.
Water moves en mass, as one, yet each droplet surging alone but toward its one kind.
As a murmuration of birds on the wing, Independant yet intrinsically linked. Each individual yet the whole depends on it.
Still despite all this, I cannot truly explain why our very human nature draws us, lures us, demands of us to take notice, when we see fire or water, these two opposing forces. These two spirits which compete for space though in combination cause steam to rise, obsidian to form and planets to become barren rocks devoid of both. Still, when faced with these two elements we always find time to stop and stare.
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
The clime without poets is like the soulless desert
Poets drew their dreams in the words of the mind
The morning without poets is like a sunless night.
Without dreams we have nothing to get high
Poets play with dreams and they are cool spy.
Poets bring the sunshine where has no daylight!
Those who are self-sacrificing poets
They are the golden sun in the world.
In the cloudy sky, I'll find that sunlight.
You write so many untold stories
You have so much love in your heart
You're warm-blooded and you're soft.
Sometimes you are calm and reposed
You're smell of flowers and the singing bird
You're shadow of evergreen forest!
Who'd do questions without a poet, who'll answer them?
Who'll think of nature and who'll love it like you.
The world in the evening, let the morning come.
It'll be a disaster anyway, even then here you come again!
Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?
Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?
Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other
Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.
Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?
Would wisdom's wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy?
viciously fragmenting crumbs
of former health.
When the world gets you down
Just gather some friends
Bring torches and gasoline
Spread the world to paint the town red and black
Just burn and go and no looking back
Char the roads and all in your way
Show what you're made of
Show off your warm blooded nature
Give back the push you were given
Take back all what little you were to live in
Shackle down all your belongings
Raid the towns that push you away
Give back the loathing to those deserving
Fight back before you step back
Be strong enough to quit being a welcome mat
Show the world how strong you can be
Come along and stand by me
I will show you how to retain
Teach yourself how we can remain
Be more then what they want you to be