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The Band

She steps up to the plate –smiling
The smile that fills you with hatred and embarrassment
When so often it is present.

This is no laughing matter.

The unliked by the team,
But still the needed captain.

The field is watching, waiting.
Bat up, she stances.
Eyes narrow.
The players tense –mechanically.
The pitch from empty space,
Creation of the batter’s mind,
Carefully crafted to tie the game.
The crowd groans.
She swings.
And off goes the game.

She motions to first.
The ball whizzes through the air-

First the infielders –chasing –running –pacing
Staccato across the red.
But they are no match –the ball continues.
She accelerates to second.

The inner-outfielders, the bridge, take over,
As if squeaks and honks can stop it.
They chase, to fill the empty space, but relent.
She crescendos to third.

The far-outfielders, at last,
The most important players of all.
Long, deep strides cover much ground,
But they cannot compare.

The ball is gone.
She made it home.
There is silence in the field.

And the crowd goes wild.

 

(In 8th grade, I really didn’t care for my band teacher, but loved band.)

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Ludwig Boltzmann

(Almost a Shakespearean sonnet :) )


The Second Law of Thermodynamics
Explained in terms of probability
And at a time with scientists frantic,
Statistically reprocessed entropy
H-Theorem, Boltzmann T-Equations born
Statistical Mechanics founded, too.
Connections with across divisions formed
A new branch of physics because of you.
And yet they criticized you for your works-
Demoralized to the point of suicide
You gave a whole section of science birth;
You’re more than favorable in our eyes…

Today you help design our vehicles!
Your contributions are unbelievable!

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Louis Pasteur

How to keep microbes from souring alcohol?
Submit them to pasteurization and kill them all!
Want your ale sweet when it is done brewing?
Destroy all the bacteria with heating and cooling!
And when your yeast is done with fermentation,
Use germ theory for vaccinations!
His work led to prevention of anthrax and rabies,
But also the whole field of stereochemistry!
Although being paralyzed probably stunk,
It was probably bearable being always drunk!

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Flowers

A rose for all the daffodils
In rows by our new house

A flower for everything you bake
(I’ll cherish everything you make)
((And kiss the flour from your nose))

An orchid for the empty rooms
Which dog –or kid- will fill

A sunflower for the happy days,
Our son picking flowers up the hill

A daisy for my love for you
Beyond the day you can’t see

A tulip for when I’m holding you
Lip-to-lip, together for eternity




(Wrote this when I was fourteen. See the play on words? Like tulip and to-lip? Isn't it cute? :) )

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The Lonely Protist

The city of the cell within me buzzes as I sleep.
The vacuole that surrounds it keeps it safe inside of me.
And though today I eat you, by tomorrow you'll be free.
-But until then, won't you keep me company?

I don't intend to harm you, though I bet you do taste nice.
I swear by good intentions, but sometimes I don't think twice...
Some think that we dear protists have hearts made of just ice-
-But boy do I love to give some good advice!

My days as a protist must be coming to an end.
Sometimes I engulf you just to feel something again.
You don't know what it's like to have to eat all of your friends.
-I haven't talked to anyone since -I don't know when!

I don't eat to entertain
No two protists are the same
I just want to know your name
I don't mean to cause you pain
I'm just a little lonely...
...and you're the only thing I can engulf. <3

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Jean-Baptiste Lamarck

For being incorrect and insane,
Your ideas are shared commonly.
Perhaps you should have stuck with
Invertebrates and botany…

Despite common belief, you argued
That life was not fixed,
And that through observation of generations
They could see this.

Darwin had a great basis,
Thanks to you:
When an environment changes,
Organisms change, too.

But thoughts and theories once held true
Are often proven incorrect.
A giraffe cannot make its offspring taller
Just by straining its neck.

Something that once was widely liked
Is now seen as insanity.
Perhaps the search for definitive answers
Is really only vanity?

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The Poet's Dilemma

Of all the thoughts that pass through my head,
Of all the dreams and inspirations,
Only a few are kept and saved--
Countless poems never written.

Words may come as on a breeze, but
Countless thoughts are never chased.
Words may dance beautifully in mind, but
Unwritten words are always erased.

Writing a poem and staying on queue
   is not a very easy thing to do.
For when words are put to page,
   the mind wanders and poems change.
The main intent is distorted and dropped,
   dangerous potential in every new thought.

For how can a poet dismiss
The happenings all around him
And focused, voluntarily miss
The very things that cause him bliss,
When the act of writing bounds him?

A poet's dream is to express
In words what he does behold him,
But every moment not in rest
Is worthy of a poem.

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Naptime

Of all your cherished things, you think of one,
That sleepy feeling falling on your head,
That warm enveloping embrace of sun
(Imagine dancing softly on a beam!)
That bright, bright sunshine falling on your bed.
You jump! You soar! -And quick- prepare to dream
Your purple pillow soft as soft can be
And green, your blanket wraps you super snug
But smiles keep you wide awake to see
The window's panes contain a glimpse of rain
Which falling, wraps the leaves just like a hug
And makes for shiny and shimmering trees.
How can a wond'ring child's heart refrain
From -Secret! ....quietly....starting....to....sing?




Shhh! It's naptime, Anna...

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Pluto

Hello my Pluto, so distant and small,
Some questioned if you were out there at all, so
Passing by planets of far greater size, I
Journied the distance and crossed the divide, to
See your galactic existence first-hand, and
Judge for myself whether planet or man.

Weaving through mountains, you gave us a tour. 
Outer-space questions you let me explore.

Words and our cores seemed exactly the same;
Sparks flew like comets across the terrain, but
Time traveled quickly and to my dismay,
Rocket ships carried me far, far away, and
While I'll interpret all that I've just learned,
Telescopes beckon me since I've returned, for
Puzzles of ideas in letters you send -have
Taken up orbit inside of my head.

I cannot help but look at the stars, and
Wonder if one day I'd leave sunny Mars,
Give up the sunshine for some kooky rock, and
Find a new planet where we could just talk.
Spend all my days near that cold, distant stone-
Circle 'round Pluto and build a new home.
Perfect and possible mission it seems, this
Star-crossed adventure is merely a dream, for
Saturn and I are both newly engaged
In binding pursuits until we meet our age...

So, dearest Pluto, it's farewell my friend. I'm
Star-gazing 'til I can see you again!

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Writing Letters

Were I to write a letter for
All persons known, a single each
To later read and thoughts explore-
What changes over time could teach!

Not only in the person's form,
But of my own ideas as well,
My lens to alter more and more
Until the truth I cannot tell!

My younger self saw with a gaze
Attuned to less descriptiveness
That lightened faults and offered praise
Instead of complete truthfulness.

Naive in part, another kind
A strict, swift shift to later years,
Maturity brings change in mind
Where thoughts, they lay on sober ears.

A letter then would written be
Of utmost care and thoughtfulness
Not to offend or cause to see
Of anything but decentness.

Of which is better to perceive
And chart a person's character
Depends on what the author sees
As his most mindful barrier.

Each action plays its toil on mind
And stamps a truth that one will hold
'Til gathered many over time,
A person's image starts to mold.

To read the change and view the letters
Would insight offer both parties
And for their understanding better
Each other's views and memories.

A letter speaking from the past
Or whispering old confidence
Can memory make live and last
And depths of caring bottomless!