Short Adaptation Poems

All linked in a scream.
Adaptation is twisted
In the world in front....

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Shaded damp forests 
let ferns grow equally well 
on soil and from rocks....

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The rain
suits the soil
falling down,
the river
suits the water
running,
we fit in
life,
simply
living... !...

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Adaptation is survival
Consistent influences warrant
Adaptation
External influences
Transform thoughts
Into internal
Influences
Survival has no morals...

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The grass rustles

after nightfall—

armadillos hunting.





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For Brian's Adaptation Contest
Inspired by the work of Buson....

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This guy is that low
he could parachute
out of a snakes ars*hole,
then still free fall.

adaptation of a stage joke
by the Australia comic
Les Patterson...

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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The light-shadows of conscience are screaming,
They try to wake up the HUMAN inside,
They protest against the natural inclination for comfort,
Against adaptation to the society....

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Sledding times past
Linger into view
An adaptation,
A graduation,
Newness of goals foreseen,
"Two day old moon,
Tell of a journey's end,
Listen also if you May
I'll tell of odious ramblings..."...

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 Sound
of bats
hump back whales

communication
creatures learned long ago
adaptation to their world

Sonar echo's the sounds of life 




  AgMoore©, This is a Clarity Pyramid ...

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Reading books, watching films,
an endless fascination,
creating anticipation,
with wildfires of imagination.

Judging books, that never works,
with second-hand information,
or based on expectations,
from someone's film adaptation. 

...

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Temples protection organic ingestion
Universe to billions adaptation has no ceiling
Seeking not truth we own the question
We are here for one thing,  than that thing is feeling ..

  ......................more to Come ...........................

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one thing would have to go. it's a root we all know. we know it well. it's what we are.
society 
lives on it. and it might be hard to take. really it just an idea. to set us apart. the
concept of ownership. 


okay now what did that paper say....

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As i lay my head to sleep
I hear a sound, a scratch, a creep
A fall outside my bedroom door
Then silence, the sound exists no more
Again i hear a steady caw
A crow, as though, to something saw
Awake was i, for as i sit
Asleep in thought, my throat was slit...

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The shying of success
When thou call to success
To overcome temptation 
and suffocation.
Adaptation of beneath
And low underneath
Befall upon the falling
Scheming of town and 
properties.
Patience is the overcomer
extremely.
Don’t be in a hurry
It will be your turn sooner....

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Have you discovered yourself?,
Ideas?
Adaptation to the climate?,
A feeling of wholeness?,
What will fill that void?,
My best friend died at 33,
I read 66 books once,
I am depressed,
My character needs rest,
What is it we all need?
Sorry to give you,
The 33rd Decree....

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Pondering pools of serenity
Graciously placed upon the rocks
Undisturbed, until the tides rise above
Forcing change upon them
Peaceful civilizations, momentarily interrupted
Using adaptation for survival
For change is inevitably thrust upon us
As often as the rising tides...

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If you plant dummy politicians
in the field of politics, 
you will just feed on 
decaying policy or corruption
the result is inevitable,
individual adaptation,
dramatic rises 
in conspicuous consumption 
social destruction,
and eruption,
the final stage,
reconstruction...

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I am a mountain of love
I will ignite you with passion from my core, burn with me.
I will show you my vast wilderness, explore me.
I will molten your desires, love me.
I will give you adventures, conquer me.
Together, we can achieve evolutionary adaptation, make me your abode....

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those notable occasions
away from home overnight
must be remembered

exceptional times
musical concert with friends
celebrating your freedom

in a strange city alone
your first broadway show
memorable opening 

Written December 6, 2022
[adaptation suggested in contest
7-7-5/ 5-7-7/ 7/5/7 syllables]...

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I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!


For:  Brian Strand’s Adaptation contest
        Poet :  Emily Dickinson
        Poem:  I’m Nobody...

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The grass is no longer strictly green
morning dew has turned to frost
it crunches in shades of yellow
when over it I walk.
The sky is clouded, over bearing
covering what was recalled
as springtime sun, and blue bonnets
fully in charge of the hill.
Nothing in this season
has been truly lost, the cost
of course is patience
and belief that new will happen again....

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Time is different in its fulfilment 
Yoruba status is unique in its path
Western education isn't enough reason to activate its abandonment 
Black soap is good for bath 

Worthy is informal education 
Which equips the brain scans 
I am made unique in its adaptation 
Well enriched in the history of my clans 

Face of the earth 
Mask of heaven 
Ritual to death 
Done in seven...

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What happens to a shattered hope?

Does it break into pieces
like a broken glass?

Or gather wings like a bird
And then fly away?

Does it burst like a deflated balloon
or shine brightly and beautifully,
like a full moon?

Maybe it just lost hope
like a helpless trapped animal?

Or does it fall dead?





An adaptation of Langston Hughes poem  ''Dream Deferred''
For the Copy-cat Contest...

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Not sure if
Inspiration’s a consequence
Of boredom, frustration, talent,
But strikes like lightning.
Sitting at my office, drinking cold Zephyrhills…12:26PM
I began to write this down
 Strip the emotion
 Dust the word,
Nervous this laidback instant
Will soon transform to enumerable last minute
Script adaptation requests and late night voice over sessions.
Best I check my emails…...

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Sparks fly, flames ignite
intoxicated passion
follies of greenness.

Haste vows in wishes
rapid change adaptation
birth of an angel.

Smoldered brawl outburst
pen scribbles by gavel's call
Fire sizzles then drown.

Comes winter anew
tears of the lonely angel
token of regret

Dovey Annie


(This is my first time writing a Haiku poem. It is raw and lack shine, but hope you guys will enjoy.)...

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