Short Mutate Poems

clouds
mutate
shapes shifting
into demons
hovering over
abandoned warehouses
as big city dreams vanquish
barren driveway going nowhere
my final thoughts fading to darkness...

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Omicron

He has arrived
to eat the ignorant

a few cells mutate
more intelligence

than the masses
who murder their neighbors

since when have truck drivers
become virologists?...

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When a vaccine for
Covid-19 has been made,
Would the time it took
Have allowed covid
To mutate beyond its now…
The vaccine useless?

Will we be ready
To go at it again to
Make a new vaccine?

W.C.Hull © 2020-12-4-H1427-
2537-I52-K52-5-L59-5...

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Where will we be in
Our ability to fight
Coronavirus
When it goes “mutate”?
We don’t have a vaccine now…
Many are dying!

Relaxing rules should
Not be done now…elastic
Bands hurt on rebounds.

W.C.Hull © 2020-16-5-H1432-
2542-I52-K52-10-L59-10...

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The savage wind whips the giant stone peeling it layer after layer until it becomes
A shinning pebble. The stone is my shield. It protects me from the blinding light and
The curse of the solar winds.... I am a mutate without appendage. I wiggle I squirm;
I am a worm afraid of the moles....

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corn grew up on the cob
got gnawed off by the gob
In a shack
way out back
cob had a job wiping glob

corn got thrown in the can
cob got tossed by the man
then big fat hogs
gobbled cob logs
and turned ‘em into ham   

What the? Wadda ya know.
The labels now read GMO
corn and beans,
and in betweens
all mutate more than they grow...

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The virus be it chicken or pig
Do we not our own graves dig
Mess about with natures course
All we do is make things worse

Germs and strains mutate
Just what will be our fate
What are the scientists saying
When will man stop playing

Was not so long ago
The air was pure as snow
It is time to act not grieve
And clean the air we breath...

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lush blue syringes
filled with caked on pus
she is not a mannequin
nor a living doll
nor dead space ajar.
She likes to stare
at the backs of her hands
as if at any moment
they would mutate into dust.
She can still feel
their presence
as she reaches out for air
one cup of blue air.
An empty yearning,
an empty gesture,
withheld alone....

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Rambling around, gardens greet us,
faint scents permeate the air.
Late sunflowers start to hang their heads,
crinkled celosia "cristata" adorn haughty patches,
while blue Agapanthus demand queen reign.
In wooded areas once green, all color mutate:
ash turns to yellow, maple delights in red,
while dogwood almost precious pink.
 Nature in Fall gives us her best....

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Leprosy  

Foolhardy blight that languishes in a musosal drop
Transmitted to the genetically predisposed
That causes dermal cells to mutate
With its tubercle relative to sympathize
Slow surface lesions manifest
And the host begins to realize
Its ancient punishment from the gods
Singled out to be excluded
In colonies for those alike
As microbacterium leprae proceeds to colonize...

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Life of smile glitter in thundering sky
nameless being started in womb
crystal rays swiped laughter first breath 
billions or seven days who will be the judge 
Ball of fire stay the same.

Unknown pieces gathered unrevealed
smoothing each color mends self being
daring elude  winds rain stars  outburst
thought respect given as birth  dull and clear
Seed  in  wrap flood till crush mutate again...

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In the recesses of my mind
Lurks an imaginary fiend;
a part of my psyche’s design
borne of a roguish, mutate gene.
Deceit belies my comeliness
To my casual encounters,
I’m well-mannered and smartly dressed
I’m an unsuspecting monster.
Damn fools! Clothes never make the man
nor his discriminating taste.
This real man is more inhuman
whose moral state is unchaste.
I was born with this affliction
Wreaking pain is satisfaction....

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The ugliness
becomes most
ugly because
we despise it,
we don't pay it
attention...
if we offer a little
 affection, if we pass
a little love,
we will sight that with time
the ugliness will mutate color....

Ugliness is nothing else
 than impression of
first sight...
if it shows
its inside
beauty,
we will observe 
the nature
lavish as it is ...
With time
 It will be transformed ,
 it  will
display as
a beauty
flower...!...

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