Flight of Fancy

A mood evolves that's quietly disruptive,
a phantom in periphery of sight.
Innocuous and pleasantly inductive,
before a sudden unexpected bite.
An undefined and tantalizing call,
an ache that fits as closely as a glove;
This universe's strongest force of all,
is carried by compelling waves of gluons.

The gluons bind the quarks inside the protons;
although quarks's spelt like lark, it rhymes with hawk.
More Herculean than the puny photons,
if photons coo like doves, then gluons squawk.
The strong force smashes other three to smidgens,
like goshawks mash cute doves and larks and pigeons.

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Demise

Old stone pine under stress
sags on fused backbone,
Pale needled, threadbare dress
tattered bark unsewn,
bald skeletal egress.

All savings withdrawn, spent
and lavishly thrown
with prolific intent,
Profuse burnished cones,
a profligate descent.

Three years in the making,
these cones are slow grown,
Brittle limbs forsaking
bud to overblown,
fecund undertaking.

Flaunt open oil-rich prize,
willingly condone

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Bird Song

Freshly hatched from seminary,
young unchary missionary,
picked New Guinea estuary,
for his work revisionary.
In the jungle aviary,
filamentary and airy,
soft, maybe imaginary,
boom......boom.......boom.

Straying from processionary,
for a matter urinary,
met a revolutionary,
mercenary cassowary.
Indiscretionary tarry
and insalutary parry,
gutted him in sanguinary
doom.....doom........doom.

' Mid the garlands, funerary,
honorary luminary,

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Reproduction

When
dry mung bean grows true,
hound brings reaper's quail,
deep in jungle beds,
spun cloth bound cocoon,
doe retires in slouch,
grappling air for space,
briny mating reels,
ferns hold mooring bonds,
coral spawning brief,
sticks weave weathered nest,
bullfrog had droll dirge,
and viral pins host cells.

Then
shy young green shows through,
foundling cheepers fail,
creep thin fungal threads,
one moth flounders soon,
joey hires skin pouch,

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Aliens and Predators

Toxoplasma parasite has seized control of rat,
redirecting rodent's brain,
‘Take me to a cat'.
Rat has infiltrated ship, the galley cat's domain.
Post a chat and playful pat,
rat's politely slain.

Foreign port with fishy smells entices cat to shore.
Greedy feline eyes espy,
rainbow hued macaw.
Sidetracked to the jungle fringe where bearings fall awry,
hesitantly lifts a paw,
evening blacks the sky.

Moonless, clouded, thickly foliaged jungle presses tight.
Crawling floor's a restless bed,
wide-eyed cat's contrite.
Coiled above, a viper's membraned pits sense infrared.
Scans the cat's warm inner light,
slips by overhead.

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Aliens'....Mostly...

My right hand, clawed on arm rest starts to cramp
I dare not loose this tether lest I leap
My left hand shields my eyes, a trembling clamp
A millimetre gap affords a peep.

And so I watch as Ripley finds the nest
(This scene's the best, you're free to disagree)

...to rescue Newt, her suicidal quest
.....in whom the viewers have their hearts invest
.......she flambes eggs with amazonic zest
.........then plucks the girl before she is digest
...........finesses Queen in battle breast to breast
.............and leaves us high on cinematic crest!

But wait, we're told, it seems Newt WAS infest
Bad luck, she's dead, they said, in 'Alien 3'.

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Efficient

Life's preparatory refuge,
counting down before fate's deluge,
inner sanctum, sacrosanct, the womb.

Safe from scavengers marauding,
temporary home affording,
flickers of awareness time to bloom.

Grey nurse shark's twin uteri keep,
many embryos in eggs sleep,
rouse and hatch with yolks which they consume.

Then by blind instinctive nibblings,
first and fittest eat their siblings,
slaughtered and interred in kindred tomb.

Metre-long with eyes unblinking,
red-brown freckled, awl teeth plinking,
two primed killers leave in gushing flume.

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For The Affirmative

Infinities cannot be fixed and change gives rise to time,
the multiverse is surely mixed, with common and sublime.
Our universe would seem unique, parameters just so,
as if a being gave a tweak, to organize the flow.

We judge by current paradigm, in scientific form
and use inductive steps to climb, towards unstable norm,
but who should say a god is hemmed, by human logic mode,
when surely it is we condemned, by reasoning plateaued.

Environmental cues in youth, may spark an innate sense,
discerning of a greater truth, dimensionless and hence,
while some remain impervious, to spirit's catalyst,
it would be wrong to reason thus, that such could not exist.

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Gambol (a ghazal)

Received and given, preening doves
in courtship sway, they play for love.

Children bouncing balls off walls,
a ricochet they play for love.

Sculptors stories live in folds
of molded clay they play for love.

Gamblers stake to make or break
in rash parley they play for love.

Newlyweds on feather beds
in hideaways, they play for love.

Chiropractors whack the cracks
on vertebrae they play for love.

Glissandi slip from fingertips,
a strummed segue they play for love.

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Neutralize

In cluttered heads where worries lie
amid the harmless reveries,
A myriad of troubles vie
with varying degrees of pleas.

The winning ones reclassify
the rest as trivialities,
But lest such dreads intensify
cool heads employ penned strategies.

Self medicate with lullaby,
indulge poetic fantasies,
Let rhyme and rhythm overfly
or sample free verse subtleties;
A friend had a great idea for a game. He said-
'Well, you give everyone a suit of armour and a hockey stick',
'And what are the rules'? I asked,
'What rules'? he replied,
'I see', I said.

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