Short Under A Microscope Poems

You micro manage our performance
Like germs under a microscope
Always watching probing controlling
We are never free but nor are you
All of us are observed from afar...

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TO COPE
In the darkest moment, we still the light of hope
Are you going to use our telescope
Life is under a microscope
Nothing we can deal, nothing we can cope
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 24, 2016...

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Each trouble that Man creates

Always, comes back him to haunt

If he keeps hurting nature

Nature, for long will him daunt!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
       20 March 2021

* Scientists examined a snowflake under a microscope and 
found out it was filled with microparticles of plastic!...

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Strands of hair under a microscope
In different shapes and hues
They twirl and swirl elegantly
Exuding dainty graceful poise
Culminating in stretched flexible splits.
Under a microscope they dance for joy.

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Visual # 1 ~ 4th June 2016 
Contest: The Best of 6
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud...

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Are we not already
an Alien Species

only 10% human

home and host to
many foreign colonies?

Yet we thrive
ignoring differences
under a microscope
quite complex and
astounding

To my point
appearance, space and time
are the more and less of 
body and mind~ the factual
but not the actual, experience
more truth than any of our physical
fictions...

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I see you
Stealing glances
From the corners of your eyes

I see you
Staring through closed eyelids
When I'm looking the other way

I see you
Not your body
Not your movements

I see you
Not your gestures
Not the armor you wear

I see you
Like a single cell
Under a microscope

I see you
Without my eyes
In the darkest dark

I see you
With my heart
I know you see me too....

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close up, everything is in scope
    those minerals facilitating 
       electrical charges
     what component could I remove
       should I...
  identify my point of error
so close up that it all becomes clear 
   take the tweezers to my mind
pick out the failings
  place them under a microscope
   tell me why I don't work as I should
analyse me Mr Scientist, I trust you implicitly...

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It twists and coils
 under a microscope
double stranded
  the dance of life
in genetic code
  dense with mystery
replicating sequences
  promising secrets ~
in essence of identity



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SUNSETTING WHISPERS~ 2020

AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on April 5, 2020 for contest STRAND POETRY PICK 2 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  HONORABLE MENTION

Posted on July 15, 2019...

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United States had the power and respect
Now I believe we’re being
 Laughed at and ridiculed
What happened?
What started out as a
Innocent election
Has been blown to hell
ering parties separated by
The whose and the whats
It really looks bad for us and
You wonder who can you trust
Clashes in the city streets has
The whole country off balance
An on edge
While this country is being watched and 
Put under a microscope...

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With three arms and three legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes his electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are laughing.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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With four arms and four legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes the electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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With three arms and four legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes the electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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With three arms and three legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes the electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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With three arms and three legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes his electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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I looked at a drop of my blood under a microscope 
It was a mistake. I should have not looked;
I should never have looked so close at myself.

I was not red but gray, and I was but globs of gray
and I- the bland globs had corners, imperfections
and the imperfections had imperfections 
and I was not whole, 
these globs, of me, were held apart from each other
I could see nothing between them--
I was as tiny moons –
lost in a vast cosmos-- 
cold and empty....

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