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Almost 8 Billion

We’re the electromagnetic spectrum;
Particles, waves, almost eight billion strong.
To coherent frequencies some belong,
some divided by color through prism.
Varying energies from low to high,
narrowly diffracted photons scatter.
Lacking mass, believing we don’t matter,
Invisible to the unaided eye.

Synchronized, polarized, amplified beams,
collimated waves propagating dreams,
refracted rays bend to reflected streams
We may choose to oscillate to and fro
by joining a wave in communal flow,
or as single sparks in diffusive glow

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Whales

Both of us share, within the mortal coil,
a bright sentient light.

We mindlessly slaughtered you for your oil
to light our lamps at night.

We ceased when we found oil buried in soil,
not because it was right.

With the new oil, we realized our goal,
plastic always in sight.

You swallowed plastic, your lives again stole,
on the ocean a blight.

Perhaps not the lamps, but our guilty soul
keeps us awake at night.

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Laws of Motion

Where are the static river streams?
Where is the stationary sea?
Only in our thoughts and daydreams
can permanent things ever be.

Planets alter their rotations.
All objects dance to gravity.
Continents move their locations.
All things must change, including me.

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46

Fate deals forty-six chromosomal cards
at birth to players of human poker.
Sometimes she throws in a surprise joker
or stacks honors flush with her kind regards.

Her suits are four nucleotide bases,
forming pairs in a helical tableau.
Their arrangements determine which traits show.
Culture marks us as deuces or aces.

Four hundred years we played games of false rank,
where white races unfairly trump others.
Our cards can’t be changed. We can change the game.

Maybe the winner might not be the bank,
if we would play as sisters and brothers.
Dirty deals redden us with rage and shame.

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100 Light Year Radius

Message sent by radio
years ago, still traveling.
Perhaps something has received,
perceived, but not answering.

North America was first
to burst voice into void.
All nations followed at last,
our broadcast signals deployed.

Next came pixel video,
movie show in black and white.
King George and Adolph Hitler,
bitter foes commence to fight.

Later we added color,
finely tuned for human eyes.
Now our signals form a sphere
of one hundred light-year size.

Did we broadcast woe and strife
that other life could detect?
Our mistakes make me wonder
what answer we should expect.

Have they heard it all before,
murder, war, and wastefulness?
From Earth the same message sent:
We’re sentient yet senseless.

Message sent by radio
years ago, still traveling.
Perhaps something has received,
perceived, but not answering.

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Captain Tom Moore

The mighty centenarian marches
slowly uphill across the level ground
through viscous air, stiffened by time’s starches,
fighting a viral foe this time around
allied with the Hippocratic Oath bound.
A metallic steed shod with rubber wheels
bears his regal frame. His campaign reveals
greater power than any sword or spear.
He raised a sum for the army that heals
and warmed our hearts in a chilling cold year.

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Total Eclipse

twilight at midday
creatures behaving strangely
last time I saw you

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Social Animals

“On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.” – Peter Steiner

We need better watchdogs
protecting silly sheep,
falling prey to dark blogs,
the fox, weasel, and creep.

The trolls, so full of bull,
delight in being mean.
The phish will pull the wool,
while tiktok peacocks preen.

Beware the Trojan horse
sneaking into your house.
Cats rule the web, of course.
Point and click with your mouse.

Keep watching what you do,
creatures of cyber zoo.

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Slytherin

All
the 
world’s snakes
celebrate
the discovery,
Trimeresurus Salazar!

See 
the 
planet’s 
snakes sliding 
from hiding places
in our cars, gas stations, and stores. 

Snakes 
are 
shedding
disguises 
as drumsticks, long hair,
guitar necks, and microphone stands.

All 
the 
earth’s snakes 
boldly crawl,
eager to be seen
because they want to speak to us.

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Wishy Washy

If ever a genie should say to me,
“I shall grant thee wishes three. Choose wisely!”,
wealth, perfect health, and immortality
my choices might be. Maybe not. Maybe.