Short Microbe Poems
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To check the health of your gut microbe,
the nurse will ask him to disrobe,
and (as Sam said), on this you can rely,
he'll wait for the doctor as time goes by.
The Microbe
The microbe is really very small,
In fact it's hardly there at all.
Which ought to make us realize,
Effect does not depend on size.
01/30/2018
Like a star alone I shine,
an islet I resist the monstrous wave
a microbe on an icy moon
a whole life may pass
but I`ll not forget,
I crave justice
Unreasonable is my name
Unrelenting is my game.
Tribal beings
we fight fierce wars
death to all adversaries
then appears a microbe
a virus
to happily kill us all
humanity bands together
we fight back
with screams and shouts
how dare you kill us
only we can do that
Germs in the air
bugs in our food
Microscopic creatures
attack everywhere
We’re all concerned
'bout what’s ‘out there’
As opposed to ‘what’s in’
Ever meet a microbe ~
say, ‘How’ve you been’
I am aware of the spark
that is me.
But, I am also aware
of the many sparks
that are me,
and the many sparks
that are you
and he,
and her,
and every animal,
and every plant,
and insect,
and microbe,
and smaller yet,
and the obvious question,
who is all of us?
We all live our lives in our own individual way,
be it microbe, plant or animal. We all live one life then it's taken away.
I fail to see the positive side of this situation.
It's akin to allowing a child only one lick of a sweet candy cane,
and then deny that child from ever experiencing such sweetness again.
Getting younger every day
being old not required.
N.B. Explanatory book titles
for Yale students below.
Teenager: When I threw up
in the road.
Toddler: How I destroyed
the living room.
Baby: Look! I pooed in
the potty.
Foetus: My lonely life
in the womb.
Egg: My years waiting
for sperm.
Microbe: Infecting
President Trump.
Microbe the Master Magician had a lot to say
He swished his cape in an all-knowing way
Deep inside his role, he did not laugh or play
Taking his costume seriously on Halloween day
Want to visit grandma down at the San Francisco Bay?
No thanks he said, she would not know me, Uncle Ray.
What about trick-or-treating, what do you say?
Of course Mommy. This is why I am dressed this way!
Listen to poem:
What difference to me
Is the source of the pain,
From an ancient salt ocean
Or a pool of spring rain.
The clever deceptions
Of color, grace and form
Veil the singular predations
Of a savage, feeding swarm.
From deadly microbe
To frenzied piranha,
Shocking my tingler to
The Great White Flick O' Rama.
The water of life shall be
The death of me this year.
Coincidentally, it is ice that soothes
My puffy, red jellyfish tears.
If the world were to kill me
please mourn
I was conjured with all good intention
by a loving earth
but the world is full of murderous things
in the sun and the sea
and my sanitized plate may be poisoned
by a surviving microbe
or residual pesticide
the world might jerk
and grind me in its jaw
or some ‘fluenza, from far away
may drop in my lap
and give me sepsis
while I pause to appreciate the beauty
of a bluebird passing
against the sky.
Love is unpaid street cleaner
It removes stress from aching hearts
Laughter is fresh summer rain
It brings new life from winter drains
Sleep is sweet voluntary death
It resurrects body from life’s dearth
Mourning is early morning breeze
It drains dirty dew from evening wreak
Exercise is a witch-doctor the healer
It exorcises body from microbe the killer
Good feeding is the military barricade
It barricades body from militant terrorists
Scientific cat peers out of a steampunk telescopic lens
Designed to specifically see microscopic organisms
Who developed the formula? An inept dog queries.
Professor Kib keeps silent, studying his microbe slides.
Seriously why are you so studious? A tabby lab worker asks.
He is drinking an abomination from a dirty green flask.
Kib rolls his brown glowing eyes, giving a growl and a pitter pat.
His mind too concentrated on success to waste time on this cat.