TWILIGHT

The dawn creeps
and casts itself into a blue shadow
pouring down dew
into the soft sip bed
where the flowers and the reeds
whisper the mystery of peace
that was provided with relief
from the total twilight.

Then crickets hide
beneath the grasses green
Birds flock to the south
to celebrate the freedom
from the winding dark horizon
Refuge is sought
from the creeping aurora
shining, calling, penetrating!

Poem that teaches: OMNIS CELLULAE E CELLULA

Life can be observed from big things to small

Elephants and blue whales, both wild and free

There are tall and bulky aspen and redwood trees

Protists, and bacteria and of course, the nanobies!

The cell is considered the smallest of them all

In terms of structure, functions and life support

Cells consists of membranous and particulate parts

Cell membrane, nucleus and the jelly cytoplasm.

There are different organelles the cell calls its own

Mitochondrion, vesicles and dependable ribosomes

Flattened Golgi apparatus, and squggly endoplasmic reticulum

All of these and the others, make the cell full bloom!

Each cell comes from a pre-existing one

One can never come from a nonliving scum.

Cells divide to create cells of similar genes

Cells can also divide to create the cells of life!

UNTITLED ODE

A song was made for an obscure scribe
A forgotten mystery, buried deep
Witnessed alone by the walls of stone
About the barren quill and a tablet cold.

A song that poets dared not chant
A memory of solemn anguish and bitter rant
Written in the flesh of anguish and pain
And painted the stain of the snowy form.

This celestial scribe that I know not
Lived among the echoes of the stones
That constantly lulls the utterance of the silence
Into the glorious manifesto of a long lost soul.

For night and day the visage of despair
Burns as thousand candles in midnight clouds
Barges the strongholds of this innocent mind
From the cognizant wells, the aroma arises.

Thus death and misery now befall
The glory of endlless passions froze
Now that I stare upon these torn pieces
Myself is mirrored from this queer ode.

A CALL FROM THE DARK

Through the dark hall of writhing life
Steps of unbearing hurt in distant heard
Searching and seeking their long refuge
The groaning lips from the aching soul.

"Follow me, follow me."
Voices soothing toward the bones,
"Calling me, calling who?"
A meek voice in response too soon.

The unbearing hurt through the dark explores
Grappling the key among the thistles and thorns
Following the wisdom beyond the voice
Buried in depth in the distant cold.

"I am the light, I am the beacon,
Come prostrate to the pedestal of hope."
"Where is the beacon  that lights the steps?"
The echoes of confusion are but a reverberation.

The shadow of gloom and dread and doom
Lies cast against the wall of oblivion
As the light suddenly glows from within the heart
Drowns the muddy path of earthly songs.

Poem that teaches: ELEPHANTS ALL THE WAY DOWN!

ELEPHANTS ALL THE WAY DOWN!

An ignorant and pathetic mentor one sunny day

Taught his class the world is on a turtle’s back lay

Claimed the theory of creation as one funny soiree

Then educated the young minds no more to say!

But little smart Joe can not resist today

The question in his query mind begins to play

“What if the world is on a turtle’s back lay,

What keeps the little turtle safely stay?”

With an open mouth the mentor has naught to say

Tried to think of reasons his mind can sway,

Then quickly he thought of one sense to say

“The turtle is held by a rabbit, hooray!”

But little Joe thinks of the rabbit thing

In his tender mind is really not okay.

“If the turtle and the world is on a rabbit’s back lay

What keeps the rabbit safely stay?”

The mentor thought and though away

Keeping his idle idea from being a sure slay

Remembered to mention, bigger animals he may

Wolf, cheetah, giraffe, and the elephant gray!

“But what keeps the big elephant to stay?

With all these animals and the world a-sway?”

“My little boy, this is all what I can finally say

Forget this sham idea, it is elephants down all the way!”

Poem that teaches: I AM THE RIVER OF LIFE

I AM THE RIVER OF LIFE

Would you believe when I say

That I am working all day?

I am the blood in the body

That goes around the way.

I run and glide, and rush and flow

These things I love to do.

I circulate through channels and pipes,

They say I am the river of life!

Some say that I am colored red,

Others say that I am blue.

It depends upon what they say,

It depends on what I do.

I am working all the time,

As directed by the pumping heart.

Carrying gases to and fro,

I never fail to do my part.

I pass through the arteries

With my fresh oxygen supply.

I travel through the veins,

With the dirty carbon dioxide.

I have different members by my side,

Each of them ready to serve you right.

But how do you know what they are?

Let us learn them by the heart!

Meet my red blood cells

That carry oxygen to the various cells,

And carbon dioxide from the cells too,

That makes its role count to two!

My white blood cells are brave

For they protect the cells outright

Against the bacteria and viruses

They’re engaged to fight!

My platelets are helpful

When you get a bruise or cut

They provide an easy solution

The provide the blood clot!

Now you understand why

They call me the River of Life

Not only I bring the important stuff

I also help the body stay on top!