Poem's Keep On Breathing

Fog broke into fleecy tufts,
Driven away by the wind;
Mother Earth bathed in sunlight
Under the glare of the sun.

Some green leaves in the treetops,
Covering the earth’s vales & mounts,
Danced in the wind that stroked them.

I wrote poems from what I saw.
In my built-in receptor,
Mother Earth’s silent voice stirred,
“You give life in what you saw;
Go on as you roam around,
When you sink into my skin
One plants a marker thereon;
Thenceforth you’re measured by time.

“But the poems you’ve written
Keep breathing forevermore.”

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The Mosquito and I

Skeeter, you buzzed around
Like a single air raid,
Choosing me your target.
By then to you I said,
“Oh, you’re useless to me!”

Motionless, I watched you
Alight on my right arm.
I just observed you there
While thinking of no harm
Although you’d bitten me.

You’re too lucky, skeeter,
For I’m useful to you
Though you’re worthless to me;
It’s time I’ll try to know
Why you have been created.

Thousand times I’ve asked why,
But all my questions die.

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Murder At MIA

At MIA, there on tarmac, murder struck;
The killers spoke with their eyes, sealed their lips,
They moved as one, for they had tips;
They were the hounds that chased a nervous buck.
Their victim lost his chance to fight with them;
They wore fangs, sharp and long; the victim, none.
Death sat on tarmac when the crime was done;
The hounds now sang their “glory be to him.”
Yes, “glory be to him” who sent the dogs
To tarmac where the victim’s blood had spilled,
And “glory be to him,” for he could drink
The victim’s blood to cure his “lupus” hogs,
Which vampirish diseases must be killed.
It was a terrible thing just to think.

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Evolution San Atheism

Evolution goes on and on
Within actual God’s governance,
Slowly swimming through His purpose.

Atheists are blind with such idea,
Their minds are hones of human gods –
Both are creatures of real god.

A dictionary, an atheist
Wearing two faces black and white,
Wastes its page by calling nature
True ruler of the universe.

The dictionary calls Humans
And trees elements of nature.
The fishy book swims through roiled lake.
And its feet splashing water,
Its black fist punching its shadow
Like hitting itself in defeat.

Neonaturalism thinks God as
Almost all-knowing with supreme
Power to rule the universe
And its elements called nature

The wordbook, itself defeated,
Attempts to stand with wobbly feet,
Neonaturalism kicks it out;
Its face, becomes one – only white,
Calling itself part of nature
Now element, no longer ruler.

Triumphant, neonaturalism
Swaggers without polarity.
It holds its strong position that
Evolution is God’s purpose
Swirling before Darwin’s eyes
Stone-blind owing to disbelief.

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