"protist" poems
You're a staircase of kingdoms.
A bacteria, hosted by tolerance.
A protist, without an identity of your own.
A fungus, risky and thriving on what once was.
A plant, needy for growth that flowers ambition
but wilts your respect.
An animal, a robotic hunting machine that thinks it can think.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
In short: you're a protist.
©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Down the lonely depths
in her bowels of pressured pitch
brave, his tiger stripes.
Her inner most womb
where amorphous life ignites
closer to one dream
Submarine shelter
In Ocean's love, gravitates:
carnivore protist.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Part Two
A WALK UNDER THE SEA
_____________
BARRIER REEFS
Great Walls dividing
vast cold deeps from shallow seas.
Hail Metropolis!
SEA-HORSE
Pregnant father sways,
rocking-chair to ocean's gait,
champions patience's race
DEEP (BLUE)
How poignant the face,
sunset eye reflect such depth,
I see how you feel.
FLASH-FLOOD
Heat-wave season's rage:
mountains weeping rivers/skies
siroccos will dry.
OCEAN
1.
Undulating thirst
un abiding liquid dunes
not a drop to drink.
2.
Her bright irises
blue Mariana Trenches
cries deep Pacific.
NAUTILUS
1.
Down the lonely depths
in her bowels of pressured pitch
brave, his tiger stripes.
2.
Her inner most womb
where amorphous life ignites
closer to all dreams.
3.
Submarine seashell
in Ocean's wild, gravitates:
carnivore protist.
FATHOM
1.
Dungeness landscapes:
fear an abyss blindly swims,
(but) in my thoughts you glow
2.
A conflagration
in liquid skies where we bathe
minds a light to see
3.
As deeply precious
a breath that remembers you
soaring dark chasms
4.
Dread at failing Love,
I give a drop in the pond
my life for Gaia...
5.
A magic nation:
love for water will not thirst
imagination.
[ In your thoughts I (will) glow. ]
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
The saints would want me to forgive. That I have
done. Uphill trek, great effort, conquered the summit.
But then the witch doctors have asked me also to forget,
just forget, like nothing happened. The gray amnesia
intensely urged by incessant chants of choral animé
of aging cherubims would make it difficult, quite
difficult, to explain myself, to myself, with all honesty,
how I got the scars that run deep to the core of my unholy,
(Why not just say sinful? But what is a sin, anyway?),
heart. Unreal these demands. Abnormal? Unnatural.
Unnatural such reactions. Like a Shylock, I would have
yelled, nay, sworn (did he swear?) - a Jew also feels
pain, and bleeds - red blood, not green, not yellow –
when pricked, wounded, ****** slashed, crucified.
But I am not a Jew. Neither a Christian. Nor a Muslim.
Not a saint. Just a human.
Just a human. Not an Avenger or any superhero.
Can’t fly. No imaginary avian wings like those
of Caucasian angels. Not bat wings like those
of soot- or ember-colored devils. Outside an airplane
only my thoughts soar across the blue skies
and above the numerous species and varieties
of clouds. No cloudy mind.
Just a human. Blindfolded Science, not blind nor blinded,
called the species I belong to, just one, **** sapiens.
Wise human. Subspecies **** sapiens sapiens.
Wise, wise human. Made up of matter. That matters.
A lot. Matter not essence. Matter of fact. A living thing.
Not a germ nor a microbe nor a god but surely omnipresent.
Not a plant but may be green-minded. Needs plants.
Not a fungus but may be fungus-faced. Occasionally
attacked by the whitening, not by the illusion of being white,
but by blotching, thanks but no thanks to Tinea versicolor
Not a protist. I just protest. And protest I must.
Just a human. Classified as a hominid. A mammal. Highest
Form? Who said so? Aristotle? Highest? No! Form? Yes -
an animal. Not a microbe. Not a plant. Not a fungus.
Not a protist. I just protest. And protest, protest, I must.
Not a virus. Not white, not black, an Asian, a Filipino.
Not your virus. But like all humans, afraid, very much,
of the new coronavirus. But I am
Not the virus.
Afraid of coronaviruses, and all other deadly viruses,
because I am. Just a human.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
Organisms
Designed
Controlled
Formed
Slaves To Fiction
An Exclusive Club
Follow The Rules
Prepare To De-exist
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC