Medic medic
Amoeba down
Hurry hurry
Before it drowns
Step step
From there to here
Medic medic
Has no fear
Dividing dividing
The nucleus splits
Membranes membranes
All have slits
Fix it fix it
Cytoplasm’s spilling
Rushes and gushes
The scene is chilling
Stitch stitch
The vacuole
Medic medic
Has a micro-tool
Amoeba amoeba
Will survive
For now for now
On a micro slide
But wait wait
Paramecium
Medic medic
Can you see him
There there
In a morass
Sliding sliding
Off the glass
Drat drat
Coz really a
Medic medic
Can’t fix cilia
Panic panic
Cells are dying
Flagella flagella’s
No longer flying
Sorry sorry
Some protozoa
Die die
Bye sporozoa
Medic medic
Always on call
But but
Can’t win them all
Categories:
paramecium, fun, health, science,
Form: Rhyme
God never existed don't you
know?
Only fools think it so!
We who write on parchment really
think...
We, are the gods and goddesses
who created it all, with polls of
glistening ebony, primordial ink!
Oh,how we weep over man's idiotic
actions.
We squirm like a paramecium
and have visceral reactions.
Some gods we are, aye!
Refuseniks who give a finger
to the Creator in the sky.
I know poets here who know
far better.
Their poetry reflects God's love
in their poems in each letter.
We can play God all we choose.
And if we do?
We are unmitigated fools.
Drunk and lying in self-adoration,
hellish pools.
October 7, 2019
Categories:
paramecium, god, poets,
Form: Rhyme
There we all were, around the table while
my oldest son offered up his prayer
once more to the God he creates,
as I have done those years ago,
when all of us could squeeze that venerable
omniscient glory into one (rather noisy)
tiny space.
We, loving each other, held hands of course,
never murmering dissent--I asked myself,
"Why not?" there was a god somewhere.
...
No! Not "a" god... there was GOD! (damn it)
and no "where" that I could place.
Not a thing, no superanimal, NOTHING
I might ever think about. How dare I?
But sure.
I'm thankful. I do agree each one of us
should be. To whom, you say?
Even if we trust that every paramecium
will be a being--what of that?
God is a being, too? Sorry.
Much too big for that.
My tablemates might wonder
just what brand of faith I claim.
Beloved, I have no religion left in me.
We may, of course acknowlege God
as we acknowlege us; we are the same.
Is there an "us?"
Oh.
"Amen"
The fries are so
delicious here.
~
Categories:
paramecium, family,
Form: Free verse
Furtive
Closed-off
Your paramecium can not
invade my
paradigm.
Mow the lawn
and trim off the new
put it in a trimmings bag.
Hopefully our bodies
are ecologically sound.
It all returns to the beautiful
spinning
earth
but you will never again
be allowed to
invade my
mass-laden
earth-ridden
universe
Categories:
paramecium, introspection, universe,
Form: Free verse