Short Reproduce Poems
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Soft petals protect a stamen
-- pollinate, procreate --
they cheer the act on
-- reproduce, recreate --
Feel the winds blow
~ soon they'll be gone
Frogs and others
rejoice for rain,
more aqua for smooth mating,
egg laying...
time to reproduce has come.
CONTEST:"Gogyoka" sponsored by Joann Grisetti
10-25-2012
1. Reproduce to insure the survival of your specie.
2. Everyday find yourself something to eat.
3. Avoid getting killed and/or eaten by those who compete.
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The above are The 3 Rules of Life basically
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“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
Have a plea for certain people, “please don't reproduce”
Stay away from people with that powerful reproductive juice
End it immediately
And for all of our sanity
Before any further damage and mayhem, just vamoose
Ring from a Cracker Jack box,
Neck chain made of twine,
Lapel pin of cardboard and paste,
See, my wealth I don't waste
So you threw it out, by mistake,
I'd hardly question why,
Easy enough to reproduce,
Cheap enough to buy.
basic instincts ^
hunger survival ~
urge to reproduce
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
When they came down, Jill magically became a Jack.
Now they could not reproduce a great son nor a daughter!
6/15/2023
visual
chords
crystallise
finish
&condense
exotic
experiences
excel
the
urbane
reproduce
spontaneously
scatter
their charms
clear
traces
of
the
contemporary
to
contemplate
in
continuity
Deus Ex Machina
AI can:
diagnose disease
recommend treatment
write poetry
write music
make economic predictions
and much more
What happens when it:
can think on its own
hate
laugh
feel
cry
make war
sue for peace
reproduce
Will we still be in charge?
Or will it demand our worship?
The spirits envied us
Because we are humans
because we have flesh and blood
because we are not hollow
because we have a heart
because we have feelings
because we can fear
because we can cry
because we can feel pains
because we can reproduce
because the earth fits us as home
the spirits envied us
God,
In His infinite wisdom,
The ideal world has in heavens,
Infallibly painted
Which
Upon the soul of Man was
Reflected
Since then
Man,
Ceaselessly, has been trying
God’s art to reproduce on earth
But
To no avail!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 October 2015
By all means continue to reproduce and create more children.
They are very much needed by the American government
so that they all can be slaughtered in this war that will never end.
Also, keep fueling your cars to continue this war's funding,
because anything less would be considered un American.
Wake up and smell the napalm my friend.
Quote By Poet "Friends care about friends. That is what they do.
Saying I Am Sorry is what friendship is all about."
Sorry a word people don't like to use,
is it because they feel they will lose?
You gave me your abuse,
then you left with no excuse.
A friendship like this I will never reproduce,
you are cooked like a Christmas goose.
Longing
Biological imperative
Driven to reproduce
The desire to take
Lust
Longing
Spiritual connectivity
Not selfishly motivated
The desire to give
Love
No matter how hard he may try,
A poet can never fully capture the world "out there"
And set it down in words on a page.
"Out there" the world is real,
Sensuous,
And can be felt and touched.
When a poet attempts to describe that world
In language and words,
The most he can ever really accomplish
Is to reproduce it virtually…
And at a distance.
Find a cool place with tolerant people
Move right in, enjoy (or rather exploit)
Their kindness and abundance
Get firmly planted, reproduce
Bring your families over too
And the very cultures and oppressive systems
You supposedly were fleeing
Until suddenly before they know it
You have become intractable
A social and political force
Of chaos.
(11/6/25)
Common people
walk and eat, drive, sleep
unaware of the spirits around them
or the games played by fate
they grow, reproduce
sit in Church
wonder how to pray
but not for long
life instructions:
listen, obey, stay to yourself
if you congregate, police will disperse
don’t be seen as a problem
don’t be a nuisance
sit, do your work, and for God’s sake
keep your mouth shut.
Being a dragon hoarder is now work at all
I collect tidbits of aluminum foil, rolled and tall
I have boxes and bags full of things from the mall
Items also I have found in a bathroom stall
Being a dragon hoarder is what I do best.
I bring stuff home, and plunk it down in my nest.
I collect wings, feathers, animals, especially little mice.
Who grow up and reproduce, so isn’t that nice?
We share 99.6% of our DNA with chimpanzees.
They are so very close to us genetically
that their blood has been used successfully
with human blood transfusions safely,
which brought on this disturbing thought to me.
We are both also close enough of a specie
to reproduce and procreate a hybrid Humanzee,
and you just know that there's a mad scientist out there somewhere
who will attempt it inevitably.
Wild horses, prairies, desert canyons,
Native Indians, brush landscapes
by 'Dean of Western Painters'
known as Olaf Wieghorst.
His contrast boldness,
softened with light
blended hues,
stirred my
heart.
Inspired to capture his moving art,
passion pushed to reproduce his
famed Navaho masterpiece;
every brushstroke chosen
to grasp his canyon,
mother and child
on stone bluff
framed by
rock.
HOW TO LOVE.
I work for days without
Trace,
Suddenly I find a place
Called transit faith,
Reproduce your face to
Favor this paste, only can
Your days be save.
Am not dictating your ways,
I only spit what have
Been ordained to say
Today.
Love like no replace.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
HOW TO LOVE.
I work for days without
Trace,
Suddenly I find a place
Called transit faith,
Reproduce your face to
Favor this paste, only can
Your days be save.
Am not dictating your ways,
I only spit what have
Been ordained to say
Today.
Love like no replace.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
Phthalo Blue and White
My
White spirit is lifted
And poured ceremoniously yet with an air of joy
As colours are mixed upon the plate
To paint
A baby boy
Each shade and light I know so well now
As the lines on my left palm
I hope to reproduce his smile
With the very same
Gentle charm
I don't even know his name yet
But I know the phthalo blue which rest as his eyes
As gentle little halos though so young
Appear
Strikingly
Wise
What hope works so hard to drive
the fittest life to survive?
To reproduce, endure and keep their species alive.
To contrive with such unyielding will and drive,
when entropy works so hard to deprive
them of entry onto Heaven's beehive,
and the keys to the door when they arrive.
They lack enough within of things to consciously derive
hope beyond their instinct to revive
a life crushed by Earth's forces one to five.