The ephemeral state of matter
Is not widely known,
In fact most people think that stuff
Is solid as a stone,
But really things are cloudy
And neither here nor there,
Made of mostly empty space,
A condition that we share,
And when we think we touch something
What nature from us shields,
Is repulsive interaction
Of electrostatic fields.
So give three cheers for physics
Which will not bend or lie,
You are mostly nothing
And so, dear friend, am I
The words
We use are tired
And weak,
Empty husks,
They wheeze
And creak
But how
Can something
Made of air
Hold the weight
We make them
Bear?
Tinkle, tinkle,
Old wind chimes
Remind us all
Of happy times
Back before
Your constant din
Did our neighbour's
Eardrums in.
Do you think
You've always been
An ego bound within a skin?
Maybe you
And maybe me
Are waves on an eternal sea
Separate
For a little time
But One beneath the water line
Labels: poetry
That brave and bold Banana
Adventurer was he
He sailed over the ocean waves
Across the briny sea
To the jungles of the Amazon
Where he trekked both night and day
In search of buried treasure
In a green and red beret
Until, one night, in jungle camp
Still brave and bold, but vaguely damp
A troop of monkeys gathered near
And Banana, wracked with fear
Paid a ransom for his hide
And thus survived when he might have died
In morning's light relieved but sore
Standing on the jungle floor
In deepest tones an oath he swore
To go adventuring no more
And homeward then, he sadly went
Dignified,
But slightly bent
One step, two steps
See them sprawl,
One galaxy amongst them all
Three Steps, four steps
Blinked and missed 'em
One tiny little solar system
Five Steps, six steps
What does it mean?
One planet coloured blue and green
The seventh step
Just look and see:
One tiny you, one little me
Tiger, tiger burning bright,
Who was it who set you alight?
From where I sit, it seems that that's
Cruelty to pussy cats!
Fetch some water quickly, dear
Fetch it fast and bring it here
A meaning new without a doubt
To putting that poor pussy out.
Evolution marches on
What's here today may soon be gone
And as the aeons on doth roll
Evolution takes its toll
On creatures past their use-by date
So you better watch out, mate,
If stupidity's extinction's sign
Then you could be the first in line!
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