Saved a kind soul that was falling
with nothing to lose
just one abdomen, no sharp fangs
but huge.
And what's worse
the carton I called home,
my dark universe
upturned
just a moment ago..
Uprooted now, I went crawling
trying my best to live
running from certain death
knowin it may arrive
wondering why..
always such a test
to survive..
Was it all for naught
to flee such an attack
an octet onslaught
crawling this way and that.
The sky lifts now, feeling of flight
so frightened..
yet never so alive!
Found myself being gently placed
a tissue'd touch down
in a new universe.
'Never too late, never in vain'
thought a subtle, good natured arachnid mind
who found heart in a two-legged fangless one's reign
so divine.
"A life is never squandered"
another life pondered
in a good deed, a kindness repaid
perhaps it's just this
how kings and queens are made.
In the central science of chemistry, a full octet of electrons means that you’re a chemical VIP, better known as a noble gas.
This is what can be learned if I truly paid attention to the leader in my class,
I will learn my best and forget about the rest.
I will find my voice.
A great education is my choice.
I can help my classmates do what I’m good at.
Like fishing, learning is a great catch.
That’s why I love habit 8. It’s so great.
Learning is a choice.
I love habit 8. It’s find your voice,
(Let’s take off to ‘multiverse’ straight
Of my ‘verses’ all together eight
There is no division in sonnet
Like a super octet and set-set
They are just a cute couplet
Under the guise of sonnet
With some science I state
Added a flavour fiction great..!!)
Why so many must die?
Disparity…not death’s fault;
Death loves all people…
The truth has its ways,
Be careful how you respond;
Bigotry explodes!
Together…we die,
Together, we live apart;
To gather…denied…
Covid-19 kills,
But it’s not the enemy;
The news reveals…who…
Unvarnished truth…: shines;
Varnished lies reflect no light:
Only the liar…
Let’s not be dismayed,
This crucifixion shall end;
Resurrection comes…
Reading this you live…
Understanding this…you grow;
Ignorance uproots…*
*Grow… x 5
*Grow…5+2
*Grow…7-2
Nature only gives
never demands return from
its users; while no
animals destroy nature,
but human solely ruin
natural richness
for personal gain, outcome
indicates climate change.
~X~X~X~
BORN ANEW
When Spring comes again
not the warmth..nor the rain
not the yellow ..nor the green
not the grass or verdant scene;
not the winds or blossom bright
not the showers or more daylight;
but hearing creation's new birth
shouted aloud in sky and earth.
Format inspired by a Tim Dudley-Smith hymn
A Geek philosopher named Democritus
With his companion Leucippus
Believed matter is made up of tiny particles.
It is hardly noticeable.
At the turn of the 19th century
Dalton’s atomic Theory progressed Chemistry.
Supporting many important laws governing chemical changes,
Answering the many questions and mazes.
John Newlands made the Law of Octave,
But could never be a perfect octet.
Only a light in the obscure mind,
That could never be declined.
Many made changes in this table
But could never be settled,
Sooner perfected to perfection,
Later in admiration.
Realization for the Scientist,
Knowing the elements for the students,
Imparting knowledge to our minds,
It is unique and one of a kind.
I found my life path
Leading straight to your heart.
You left me gaping without any clue.
I've never seen one so true!
Your love is poisonous as it is healing;
I can only hear the moon sing
In a world where only us exist;
Your charms I find hard to resist.
They all speak to me:
sometimes alone,
like a solo cello with
its sad, plaintive voice,
tugging at my soul
like a magnet pulling
at life's deep mystery.
Or maybe a small group
of rowdy instruments
will gang up, into a quartet
or sextet or even a very
tough octet, eight musicians
playing as one, much like a
small miracle of both fury
and the gentlest softness....
But sometimes I go all out:
I take on a hundred or more
at once as they breathe life
into a vast bold symphony by
Mahler, Beethoven, Bruckner,
or scores of souls perennially
reborn in music, music that
can make its own magic,
coming wildly into my ears
while putting a taste
of Eternity on my tongue....
An octet of naughty ants
With imperceptible chants
From the bushy green garden
Marching towards the sweets hidden
Stealing and sharing the food
Like a robin-hood
Always moving in a chain
Like a long train
Is a treat to watch
Which no creature can match
Standing and facing the barrier
Like brave warrior
In their short life of existence
Showing tons of resistance
And living in a perfect harmony
For them every day is a ceremony.
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