Every breath I take is second hand
expelled by some other man or beast,
expelled by plants stomata,
expelled from dirty earth, dank and foul.
expelled from tips of waves on seas.
Even on top of the highest mountain,
or remote on the high seas,
all the air there is recycled, for no new air has been
created since earth got its atmosphere.
the air is millions of years old
and it smells as such.
Categories:
stomata, earth,
Form: Free verse
Close up,
one eye is pinned against the lens
of a freshly sweat-slickened microscope,
while the other eye winks;
equal in effort of support,
they strain to penetrate
the thickened surfaces of initial green,
finally revealing a sturdy complex
of slack-lipped pores.
Each industrial stomata
gaping as a gateway for gas exchange,
guarded
by pairs of protective cells
poised
to regulate the flow of air,
one after the other.
Swoosh of greater magnification exposes
the guardians, shaped like common kidney beans,
ridges and grooves of pigments
circling around like bubbles of starch,
migratory as morning mist.
Inside this plastid factory of synthesis,
even greener dots of color fill
the organelles,
powerhouses of observable DNA machinery
relentlessly persisting,
regardless of the shifting scale
of perspective
up Close.
Categories:
stomata, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Solfatara plays lumen,
Air hypoxic rites death,
Fumarole punches the stomata,
Coldness fired leaves,
Joy!
A run amok storm dragged trunks,
The warrior of plantae,
Majesty of a tropical mountain,
Every berry has glory,
Hail!
Categories:
stomata, environment, universe,
Form: Canzone
The Rainbow
Under your shed, my love turns Red.
It flows in my veins and heals my Pain
Your presence: Stomata on my skin,
Always needed, for my chlorophyll is Green.
You make me worth,
Providing me my Girth.
My trust in you is deep and true,
Deeper than ocean which’s dark and Blue.
You are the mermaid of it,
On my shore you are the Grit.
My emotions for you are high not low,
My love shines brighter than the star Yellow.
You are the sun in my days,
At night you become the moon that Slays.
In my lusture you are the glow,
My love’s classic, royal as Indigo.
In my crown you are the feather,
We’ll always remain forever together.
You were a stranger, who’s no more strange,
We are unites like the fruit Orange.
In your sweetness I’m a bitter seed,
But still I’m one of your Breed.
My feelings for you are never,” TO LET”,
That are beautiful than the flower Violet.
I breathe the fragrance of your love,
You are my white innocent Dove.
I’m the MOON,
And you’re my glow.
On your rainy day,
My love’s a RAINBOW.
----- HARSH MISTRY
Categories:
stomata, love, poetry, rainbow,
Form: I do not know?
Humans too have leaves
they need no sunshine
no oxygen they can provide
chlorophyll they have not
black, white or grey they are
some permanently hidden
no food they make for plant
stomata are absent in all
cut them off but they grow
annoying, stubborn they are
but women love them so much
half their life time they spend
organizing, oiling, baking, guarding
try touching a woman’s leaves
without expressed permission
and a case of assault is filed
a great obscene tress pass it is!
Categories:
stomata, analogy, humanity, imagery,
Form: Imagism
Alpha said to Beta
So, How’s that flat?
My Gamma built a Delta
What do you think of that?
Machep sounded off,
“My Beth!” he cried
Epsilon’z ETA, is
exactly what we need!
Eats in the cooler,
if you make god.speed.
She gave the Ta
and with one Iota
proclaimed “Yo, dates! “
I swear I told you?
I dared ya,
to a Nu game and
Kappa the lamb did too….
So, How can A.man
be in only one place
when a woman
is always in two?
Omicron,
our best phenomenon
How do, you like your Pi?
In a Rho, sea glass
filled to the brim?
Served …
with a scampi
and why?
The Sigma signaled and
the meanings mingled
Stomata.the.Roma
said a tometa,
was a Stigma.
Thank You @Phi
Chips! it is.
Omegawd…
did; the
gamma
get
aWay?
Categories:
stomata, food, friendship, funny
Form: I do not know?
You went blank on the line
between sand and water,
between seizure and assault.
The tribes have unwrapped their torches,
they are coming in numbers.
Who was going on trial?
Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta.
The drummer announces the fight.
Justice parts the lips for
peace against tragedy!
The golden voice caves in.
Time moves as a profane octopus -
suckers clasping on the vital stomata.
Green blood oozes from eyes.
The truce was transient.
Childless earth throws up the flames.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
stomata, father, children, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: ABC