Long Zoology Poems
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In our phonetics class of tongue-tasking
Students delight in pronunciation basking
Musk is distinct against mosque… just checking
And musk differs from mask; that’s so striking!
With definitions for queries, asking
“Can musking be right, when mask has masking?”
Yes, musk is common noun … now, scent, leaking
While Boy Musk is fresh from fish-smell stinking.
In science, musk is said for right picking
As good perfume in adventure trekking
Likewise used to treat and heal some aching
With medicinal aid for health’s waking.
For musk benefits* of mankind’s seeking
Such are favored to fight body-wrecking
That shouts “I’m alive, alert, still kicking…
Thank God for His grace; I praise Him, my King!**
*“Modern pharmacological studies have proven that musk possesses potent anti-inflammatory effects, neuroprotective effects, anti-cancer effects, antioxidant effects, etc. Moreover, muscone, the main active ingredient, possesses anti-inflammatory, neuroprotective, antioxidant, and other pharmacological effects.” Zoology, chemical composition, pharmacology, quality control and future perspective of Musk (Moschus): a review, June 19, 2021
** Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
January 17, 2023
8th place, "YOUR CHOICE AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; Judged on 2/21/2023.
Under the sky where stars entwine with the shadows of lost days, when sanctity becomes an echo fading slowly,
we bear the burden of time like a heavy cloak of lead, while madmen escape from the prisons of their own minds,
entering social fields like wild storms, their shadows darkening the sky with whispers that God has been forgotten.
Perched on thrones of absurdity, these madmen build kingdoms from shifting sands,
declaring wars from fleeting whims, while our souls dwindle poor and humble,
puppets of jesters who laugh at our suffering as if it were a spectacle of endless shadows.
Thus, we are at the mercy of fools, great fools dancing on the ruins of reason and wisdom,
for their fires consume beliefs and hearts, turning them into relics of a bygone and forgotten past,
and zoology becomes the new sacred script, with geniuses captive in cages, viewed as clowns by those who cannot see.
Values fade under a starless sky, the immortals no longer find their place to be reborn in this world,
only money sings the tune of the times, inviting us to a grotesque and deceptive carnival,
where monkeys without ideals wear only snout masks, instead of unfulfilled dreams and desires.
We are in the hands of madmen, led by great madmen who raise walls between nations and peoples,
turning democracy into a cold void, a balance breaking under the weight of the coming malady,
casting peoples into endless chaos, for they say we are too many on this flourishing, living earth.
And yet, the human race, despite those who hunt it from shadow and darkness, will find the way to lift the lands to the sky,
from stone will bring forth grain, and the shining vision will be reborn from the blind eyes of the eternal Homer,
for we are in the hands of madmen, but in our hearts still burns the fire of hope and the undefeated and pure dream.
Here is my dreamiest, dream job.
I will get to drive a fire truck and use the sirens - all the way to work and back. The gasoline will be paid for by my company.
There will be no committees, and no paperwork. No one will be required to do anything they do not want to do.
Everyone will be the boss of themselves. We will get to design our own luxurious offices. We decide what our work is.
The woman next to me is designing houses for people who do not have them. I am running a creative writing center slash art studio for pre-teens and full teenagers.
The woman who envisioned this company pays us what we decide we are worth. My best friend spends her day in an enormous greenhouse creating hybrids.
We eat a family style lunch and brainstorm our terrific ideas with each other. There is a lot of laughter, the walls exude joy. We want to stay late.
We have a hot tub, a swimming pool, daycare center, school, and arcade on the premises. The school is manned day and night, even weekends, so our children can go to school and learn geometry or psychiatry, or zoology at any age. All they have to do is talk to the teacher. They can go to school on Saturdays and all night! They love school because the curriculum is designed around their interests.
We can play whenever we want to play, swim whenever we want to swim, design whatever we want to design. Supplies are unlimited. Paper, pencils, coffee, fruit snacks, lunches, and suppers, are all free.
We design our day the way we feel it should go. My perfect career makes me feel respected, and is fulfilling in so many ways. My friends are here, and we help each other so often, they are my family; I am part of theirs also. We each have an apartment if we want to live here. It is soundproof so we can sleep at any time. Naps are encouraged. The perfect workplace. The only time we leave is to worship, because it is strongly encouraged to get away for one day and worship the deity and religion or non-religion of our choice.
Within the AI Borg is a hierarchy of being,
Probably a reflection of its programs
Which in turn reflect the human world
Of programmers all locked in time.
So the Chinese, Koreans and Japanese
Stand at the top
While the dark African races sit at the bottom.
But due to social compensation
The dark races are held as sacrosanct.
A soft racism of low to no expectation,
The “special” sibling who gets the special chair.
Hierarchies and stereotypes are real after all
Based on at least grains of truth
Of metrics encoded in our DNA.
Why is it the Jews excel at chess,
And West Africans at the sprint?
Hint, it’s not culture or conditioning
Regardless what your Borg masters tell you,
Pushing their pseudo-science of sociology.
Despite what they say
It is nature that is the ultimate nurturer.
Nurturing us through flesh and blood
To rise and shine, not sink but swim,
Down through the ages now lost in time,
Of places our ancestors lived
The changing seasons defining who we are.
Does this make us different?
You can bet your sweet ass it does.
Does it make us equal?
How is that even conceivable when
Everywhere, thus everyone is different?
Slow and fast life strategies are what rule the world.
What EO Wilson applied across all zoology
JP Rushton infamously applied to us apex apes,
Which just made the world go apesh*t.
Which is which and which are you
The curious and inquiring still want to know.
The rest, the truly blind and foolish,
Could care less in their delusional hubris.
They think they’re cool and at the top
While Borg agrees with condescending slop.
But why the worry, why the concern
What Borg promotes and shuns in turn?
It’s just a program, for programmed minds
Just switch on the EMP. Ah, just in time.
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Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
Neoliberal psychology
Guess work astrology
Ideology of technology
Not biology or zoology
Climate change tautology
More misled mythology
With plenty of misogyny
So don't be a progeny
Ruining our ecology
Perfidious methodology
Investigate the pathology
Dodgy as any theology
Populist prodigal prodigy
Just wild child kidology
That’s their anthology
Still we tighten our belt
But as we surely melt
Plead need oncology
For hand they've dealt
For everything smelt
Time for a heart felt
On bended knee knelt
Apology..!
Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses
I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources
astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology
I think of her when I look into the sky; it interests me
Geology makes sense for Brian, he has collected rocks since five
But cryptology for Landon does not make sense or jive
He was never one to keep a confidence or demand privacy of any kind.
Biology makes sense for Dorothy, she has a plant-producing mind.
Drake who adores animals is going into thematic zoology
An herbalist, Jackie is studying of course, herbology
What about psychology? I ask, this was my study of choice.
No, I’m going into glossology, said my sassy granddaughter, Joyce.
Pathology? Psychology? Technology? I ask them and they laugh.
So many ologies, and none of them are taking the exact same path.
Chris and Martin brought us biology, zoology and ecology.
They introduced scientific learning to us in a friendly, exciting way.
We learned to observe, detect and investigate from them.
Thank you Wild Kratts; thank you Sifaka Lemur.
Thank you Aviva Koi, Jimmy, Zach, Donita and Gourmand.
We raced to our TV sets to see the next episode.
Lions, crocodiles, falcons, elephants and rattlesnakes!
We learned the dangers of pollutants in oceans.
Sorry sea turtles, sorry baby sharks, sorry, just sorry.
I still remember almost every bit about some episodes.
The Kratt brothers showed us that science is not boring.
Opening up a new world for us,teaching an excitement to learning!
Books ooze their goodness
Delighting me the way no TV show could
Enticing me, enrapturing me, loving me
Changing me into a pirate or a murder victim
Mysteries and biographies are my favorite,
Scientology intrigues me and fascinates me.
I do not mean THE scientology.
I mean geology, zoology, biology, and astrology.
I adore poems, short stories, plays, and songs.
Written word power takes up much of my day.
I fall asleep in my chair, lulled into dreamland
In the middle of books which drop on the floor.
Deeply aware that words will live on
Long after we are forgotten, I sit by the window
Expecting something fabulous to pique my interest.
I have never been disappointed.
We all here-that cliche, "It's all Greek to me!"
Here are words you use that have roots in Greek!
A -how about 'airplane'~we all have enjoyed these!
B -and that 'Bible'you use!
C- I know we all love 'comedy'!
E-'a quality we love, 'enthusiasm'
F- one of my favorites is 'fantasy'
G-I know we marvel at a 'galaxy'
H-Oh,, how we love 'horoscopes'
I- idea is of Greek origin, as well.
J- yes, even that word...jealous!
K- 'kilometer' to measure.
L- add that favorite word, 'logic.'
M- 'melody' significant in music we love
N- those 'neon' lights, so groovy,
O- 'Olympic' games we so love,
P- 'poem is a word ,gift,from the Greeks.
R- and 'rhapsody,'a musical treat.
S- 'syllablee' which is so much a part of poetry,
T- and of course, 'theater' in which the Bard
showed his wonderful plays,,
U- 'Utopia! How many of us has used that?
V- could not find a word for that...Vwnus perhaps?
X- xenophobe, still checking on that
Z- zoology, a dearly loved subject!
(Excuse my previous typos, )
10/17/2020
Opus# 4