Beating heart, fleeting starts
Beating so now beats seemingly
This old heartbeats sure is new heart
Such mine heart beats such a heart does
A hollow muscular soul organ vertebrates
That by its rhythmic assure contraction acts
A force pump WITH THE LUNGS maintains
-ing the circulation of the blood Spiritual the
seat of life or strength means mind, soul,
Spirit,entire emotions nature understand
In the central wisdom of feeling as
Opposed to the head-wisdom
Of reason synonymous in
With affection
Love
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Do you yawn more when tired
than when you've just woken up?
This is the gaping gap of yawn's yolk
in 'chasmology', the study of yawning!
Why you do it, when, and what brings it on?
One quirk is that all vertebrates
reptiles, sharks, lions, kittens, and their babies
all yawn and its highly contagious.
It spreads in a room and a zoo.
One yawn can make all others yawn
when seeing a yawn in their face.
It's simply irresistible!
You can't stop it,
even if you wanted to!
Strangely, the stress from overexertion,
pent-up expectation,
and the quiet stagnation of boredom
can all trigger a yawn, even if quashed!
Bored babies even yawn in the womb.
Close friends yawn in unison.
Much more often than strangers jointly gape together!
Interesting stuff. Huh!
Have you yawned yet?
Have you ever noticed when the birds in the morning sing?
The tunes and melodies are like an orchestra of finely tuned precision strings
Have you ever noticed a cats eyes under the light of the moon?
They stand out like moving diamonds to some poor vertebrates doom
Have you ever noticed when you begin to doubt?
Doubting in others is easy, it’s doubt in yourself you should worry about
Have you ever heard the demons start to sing?
Do you want to dance to that song, sing the words they want you to sing?
Have you ever noticed the darkness behind your eyes?
Seen your reflection in the mirror and heard your mind tells you your lies.
The Dune on the Rock
where fine grains of time
gradually slip
revealing footprints
of lost vertebrates:
an archaic
human being -
Neanderthal;
red deer, aurochs
elephants
and ibex…
crumbling sand
unveils
extinct
past
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an emptiness and coolness just
in the midst of the chest, unease
my corgi terrier, black and white
watches me and stares with her dark black eyes
she paces back and forth to my bedroom and
to the sofa, back and forth looking at me
trying to herd me to my bedroom down the hall nothing new from this disease that I feel of
just a stiffened neck, vertebrates that ache
sharp electrical wires stinging - nothing new
but the emptiness and icy aching heart
with the feeling of dread and fatigue
no time to create something wondrous
a legacy — no famous name to be left behind
no children, no good works
my quiet husband my quiet emptiness
I am weary of this futile fight
my dreams gone into the clouds
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/beneath-the-sea
Through the journey, life arrives
Underwater – start their lives
Stable neither hot nor cold
Soft tiny eggs there to behold
Of such a time, lay vulnerable
For many eggs is tactical
Protection of the animal
Camouflaged with gravel
Frogs and toad, amphibian class
Eggs that float in jelly mass
From tadpole to a metamorph
The stages of which to transform
The brooding pouch of the seahorse
Protection from an outside force
Hatch of species, tiny fry
Plankton their to multiply
Yolk sac feed, young fish growing
Strengthened muscles for swimming
Insect eggs and prawn relish
Hunting groups for bigger fish
Gliding through in forward motion
Darker depths of the ocean
Water wonders plentiful
Such vertebrates are wonderful
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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Vertebrates with feathers and tails
Reptiles with their shiny scales
Birds of which that range in size
Returning cycles that comprise
Solid seal, protective shell
Danger near, seek to repel
Contained therein with varied roles
Porous eggs of tiny holes
Nest of twigs, eggs to hide
Incubate the birds inside
Predators across the land
Hiding place beneath the sand
Born to hunt, equipped with age
Acquired mate, there to engage
Age’s grand of which to reach
Return journey to their beach
Storks upon the solid sticks
Within the nest of feeding chicks
Frozen wasteland of no nest
Penguin pouches, eggs to rest
Giant fans attract a mate
Tail feathers, peacocks shake
Birds of tropics, colours bright
Such a ray of sheer delight
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
*Inspired by Cheryl Hoffman’s “The Skin We’re In” — Go read it!
On a turkey it's called a wattle
on a moose, "the bell," (not “the bottle”)
Those batlike things?
(too small - see wings)
dewlaps*, odd appendages we coddle
We're prisoners of the skin we’re in
some have it thick, some have it real thin
It may seem quite brittle,
when splatted with spittle,
it sloughs right off, again and again
So gobble some buffalo wings
fluffle up your wattle and sing,
“Don’t be obtuse.
I’m not a moose!
I’m a turkey, you big ding-a-ling!"
(*A dewlap is a longitudinal flap of skin that hangs beneath the lower jaw or neck of many vertebrates. While the term is usually used in this specific context, it can also be used to include other structures occurring in the same body area with a similar aspect, such as those caused by a double chin or the submandibular vocal sac of a frog. Source: Wikipedia)
Vibrational vertabrims vanquish vertebrates on a vista. But custard once opened must be consumed within eleven hours and forty three minutes. But eleven hours and forty three years is a time old game of chess on a blanket in a midday swish. Pull that curtain in dramatic style then. And keep no pin aside forntonpaintnan is a place in which a very nice ambient picnic can be held. In all seasons. No wolla wolla wolla. Ok. Good. Placid relief off a two ton steak who arrives on six legs with a knife, some mustard, ten jars of jelly, and a spoon. Wow. Must be the radio that can be heard and located through those bushes next to the five mile field. Fetching feeling frame fraud freshing freedoms. And a whirl of anticoagulant with a jam. Turning. Wow. Giant bee. Waving. Weary not a ghost of a station guard. Now dance. Merrily. Now drink. And a nice leaf that is green is not a rainbow calling card. Ok. Wow. Xxxxx baby bear before being brought baths xxxxx and a caped nursery rhyme clapping. Xxxxx merciless miracle moving. *** and a dome. Xxxx and a hahahahahahahaha to all of that. Yes all of that. Xxxx procrastination Z xxxx polarisation pickling xxxxx declassified z
The mind reposed
in the muck
of the ocean floor,
waiting to be born.
The riddle of life
came out of the mud.
The ghosts
inhabit us all.
The origins,
the bloom of verdant fields,
the vertebrates:
They crawled;
they stood;
seeing in a clear pool
an image
they knew.
They drank the salt water,
lifted the cup,
knew joy in the sunrise,
found life was sweet
and death was
the turbulence
of the water.
Blue kangaroos, azure primates,
cobalt cats and dogs, bright navy
vertebrates for heaven's sake.
Perception is a fine and fickle sense!
it's usually true to form, but when it fluctuates
you may wonder whether you are still awake!
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...an exercise from a Poetry Primer
Zebras are stripy I’m sure you can see,
Yaks chewing cud as slow as can be,
X-ray tetra in the aquarium are seen,
Warthogs with curly, white tusks that gleam,
Vertebrates aplenty, some invertebrates too,
Usually are seen at a visit to a zoo.
Tapirs with their long funny noses,
Slithering snakes in glass fronted enclosures,
Roaring tigers with camouflage stripe,
Quizzical otters eat eggs that they like,
Puma black prowls through the bush,
Orange orangutans needing a brush.
Never one to refuse a tasty dish
Macaroni penguins smell of fish,
Lions in the sunlight all day sleeping,
Komodo dragons quietly creeping,
Javan Rhinoceros with skin like armour,
Indian elephants size makes such drama,
Hippos with their mouths open wide,
Galapagos tortoise, oh what a prize!
Fennec fox with really long ears,
Endangered animals that people fear,
Dangerous animals taking a nap,
Caiman and crocodile waiting to snap,
Bold zoo keepers picking up poo,
All able to be seen at a trip to the zoo.
These creatures begin life as tadpoles in a lake.
What a radical change in morphology they take!
They lose their tails, and grow rather long legs.
Age makes a big difference from fertilized eggs.
They usually come out with the vanishing of the sunlight.
Do you hear their croaking sounds at night?
These amphibian vertebrates are known as an “anuran”.
Frogs have existed on the earth longer than man.
Inspired by another member's poem
Adapting around.
Salutations to the salamander which is an extraordinary being;
It can live in water it's whole life like a fish or walk on land both life giving;
they have normally four toes on the front legs and five digits on both of the receding;
when they are young they are velvet to touch and when they get older become slippery in feeling;
like most vertebrates they are not because instead of lungs they can have gills for breathing;
salamanders don't like being touched as they secrete poison from their glands in case anything near one fancies eating;
the amazing salamander has no external ears but they can detect many colours of the spectrum through determining sight seeing;
they say they are most like frogs and reproduce in quite the same way but when a salamander loses a limb they can reproduce duplicating regenerating healing;
so the salamander is the closest to perfection of any living being because it can adapt to it's surrounding rather than changing the surrounding it's living.
spin the lamp all the way down,
lay low the polio eradic skyline.
down to where beds exit through
lime hollow eyelids.
saint isotope on a pillowcase full
of bright neurons.
the mineral vertebrates standing
upright in the name of science shuffle
like ghost in florescent gowns.
a quick flutter of the eyelash and the
spirit returns to liquid.
microwave membranes lying on soft satin,
buzzing radon hewn pixels.
they float like tangerine slices in orange jellow.
strange apron grandmother for a god.
chernobol piety.... long robed orthodox priest
wandering through octane green forest nights.
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