O, Death! I curse you,
For you are impolite,
You don't knock before you get in.
Death, where is your pity?
Yesterday, you took my sister;
Today, you snatch my brother;
And tomorrow, you will take me.
Death, how like Samson you are!
Snip-snap, you've taken a zygote;
Snip-snap, you've eaten half-mature flesh;
Snip-snap, you've devoured an adult flesh;
Snip-snap, an old flesh is gone.
Have pity on this little child!
Zygote ideas crowd cobwebbed thoughts.
Foetal creations evolving...
Yearning for life.
Crammed in empty wombs
Contracted by phantom possibilities
Gatekeepers to life
Aborted hopes and dreams
Fear laced life blood...
trickles away with the sands of time...
Again.
Soul
shrewd gawk
swish
swarm sheen
stub zygote
lucent
in
mage world
dream dazzle
spread magnetism
right worth vibe
skilled swing
blooms
heart shades
swirling maze
spellbound
rhyme
eyeblink
trice.
Written: March 02, 2023
Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Checked by HMS.COM/ Pattern: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1
Mute and fastidious enlivening womb,
Blood red zygote is tied in a strange bloom.
Umbilical strands, mysterious quagmire.
Once undetectable vitality is now seed hire.
Wrapped in the space of a narrow room.
Elusive shelter from the entire doom.
Antepartum life, nourishing advertently,
Swiftly evolving forms and lines reliantly.
Enclose the embryonic kid with affection.
For a while, surely keep it safe till inception.
Right to be born, to exist, to suck in air
Renewed spirit and a drive to live and dare.
Kids recalled mother's voice from the womb.
No one knows his death date or his tomb.
Written: March 25, 2022
Always be certain --
Don’t expect forgiveness
Given harmful indignation
Just keep laughing
My noble opponent
Particularly quarrelsome
Ribaldry seems to unleash
Very worrisome x-rays,
You zygote!
Our deaf and dumb pilot,
Whose path-finding guts we haven’t got,
Took us to the sinister spot,
Where would be found a fearsome pot
And the littlest cot,
With baby spirits like a big dot,
Still seeming through and through a zygote,
Some on the cot happily choosing to squat,
A handful with their eyes chasing a far-off yacht
And the rest riotously dead, ready to rot!
And all these did my belly churn
And our hearts burn
And a Roger resurrect his trust in incense and urn
I, swearing never again to a mystery turn.
Zany Z’s
Zany zoo of zaftig zebras,
Zarnder manes, zebus with ziffs,
Zip through zawns, zigzag with zest
Wearing zories and a zoster
From too much zimstern, zabaglione and ziti-
Zucchini, zwieback, zeppoles, and zeps;
Zillion zitherns of zirconia
Zinging on zephyrs for the zazzy
Zemni zealous zeal for Zambonis,
Zeaxanthin zaps zinc zombie zones,
Zoographer’s zest for the zygote Zen zenith -
Zaffer zecchino of zebra finch in zamia,
Zorse in the zoysia with zinnia zepplins
Zimmers ziffs filled with zindandel zeatin,
Zorillas in zoot suits zoom like zodiac zircons
Zebrafish zithers and zorse zoology
Zippity-do-da - ziplining zorros
Zero in on zonal zapateados zip codes
Zydecos zing with zuppa and zibibs
As zany zoo zonks out to zanza zills of Zzz’s.
12-12-20
11-25-22
Contest: Mile 21 Poetry Marathon
Sponsor: Mark Toney
20 Lines
All "Z" words authenticated in Merriam Webster
This is my true story:
I am a dream
I flow from the depths of Bliss.
Creating schemes and systems without cognition,
cell by cell, I became a numinous zygote,
I'm wonderfully made!
I came through a body, a body.
Then, began the inoculations,
profane verses
dangling from those gifted with mind,
insisting that I was fascinated by them,
but,
they weren't mine,
these hands, my hands.
16 yrs ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 3rd stage. I did a lot of meditation, 3 miles daily walks and wrote a few poems, this is one of them.
Love is not love that never looked
within itself and questioned all,
curled up like a zygote in a ball,
throbbed, sobbed and shook.
(Or went on a binge at a nearby mall,
then would not cook.)
Love is not love that never winced,
then smiled, convinced
that soar’s the prerequisite of fall.
When all
its wounds and scars have been saline-rinsed,
where does Love find the wherewithal
to try again,
endeavor, when
all that it knows
is: O, because!
I love to dabble at Scrabble
Making words, with tiles I move.
Spending four hours a day
Making words up so smooth
It is pretty much the luck of the draw
I get a Z, and happy I feel.
Zygote would be great, and zany too.
Easy to fit in zig, and zeal?
Know all two-letter words, have played them all.
Three-letter words, I have played all but three.
I play Word Chums, also and Words with Friends too
Which three have I not played? Totally unclear to me.
Ode to Silence
O primordial prelude, thou ancient sound, present before the earth was found. Interrupted by the voice of One who predated you, saying, “let there be,” and then allowing you to witness His creative power at work.
O ubiquitous companion, witness of the moment when sperm penetrated ovum and zygote was formed. You saw me before I entered mother’s consciousness and beheld the formation of my members.
Thou welcome interlude, who daily rescue me from the exhaustion of the incessant demands of daily life. As a soothing massage to an aching body, you cradle me in your arms and restore my body and soul.
O Divine command, utilized by God when He wants to get the attention of His children. “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10), He says, and we tremble and are silent in His presence.
O inevitable postlude, the destiny of mortal man. “His spirit departs, he returns to the earth, in that very day his thoughts perish” Psalm 146:4 and he enters your world of silence.
But because you were there when God made man, you were privy to the plan that man should live eternally. So you are content to hold him fast, till he’s resurrected by His Savor at last.
Poor Mr. Darwin
If only he could know
That genus homo (sapiens)
Created modern medicine
And that old familiar adage
Has virtually died
No room for natural selection
When a low zygote mortality rate
Gives them such great pride
They don’t purify our gene pool
But pollute it
With that ignorant and inhumane
Save the ‘baby’ campaign
And lest you think ‘eugenics’
So very wrong you’d be
The point is not control of life
But letting nature be
And this includes the right to choose
For those who bear the weight
To opt to grow the fruit
Is our responsibility
And if we do not change the course
And live sustainably
An optimistic omni-view
Should clear Charles’ frowning face
They said on ‘Wild Wild World of Animals’
“Evolutionary errors are quickly erased”
Aim little great.
Be in a simple trade.
Cast on a little make.
Dance With a little shame.
Eat simple bake.
Food of great taste.
Glimpse the show with a bite of sane.
Inspire no matter the hate.
Jump high into the hemisphere of the late.
Keep going up no matter the sharp spade.
Lift your aims above the cage.
Mention in the book of ape.
No, don't blaze.
Ointment of real insane.
Poison by their lips of make.
Quench the pain with a name.
Respond to the game.
Spit on the shame.
Turn around to view the trending shake.
Union of snake.
view the same.
West is made.
Xenophobia of the tape.
Yard of the great lake.
Zygote of the Danes.
Cutoff the strike!
Cutoff the strike of love!
Adam's sperm says cutoff the strike!
Adam's sperm perpetually deems of life,
Minus eve's zygote.
You are the MARTHA that BERTHA,
My heart.
Love is in the heart not the brain,
Where death is the bridge between
MARTHA and MATHIAS.
The enfeebled heart calls for support
Where will love be without live?
And where will life be without love?
My effete heart need your,
Spontaneous palpate to be stalwart
Love does not love when love is lost
Cutoff the strike for the sake of love.
i am a man
dressed in pink
diapers
she is a woman
we meet
we conjugate
million spermatozoa released
swim upstream in the fimbriated
tubes of love
one reaches and penetrates
maybe in the optimal conditions
ovum is the female egg
zygote is grown
an embryo is born
we are delivered soon
sep 16 2016
4.08 am
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