Some say the dolphin does not exist
Until we see him
That when he wheels between the mountains
And the image of the moon
It is our minds which do the leaping
Not the dolphin.

Others scoff.
Did the dolphin not exist
Before the Greeks encircled their amphorae
With the image of his dance?
The dolphin does not need
And never needed us
To prance.

But yes, but yes, they answer!
It is we who have the dolphin conjured
From our love and admiration!

Not so! Not so! Some others say!
The dolphin merely travels as a wave
Beneath them!
Contracting to particulars
When it pleases him to please us
And be seen!

The dolphin smiles
He knows he swims all possible paths
A happy few of which we see
But yet he fills completely
The width and breadth and depth the Gulf
Of our Unknowing.

When the general public hears about
A breakthrough in scientific research
They want to add their voices to the shout,
So as not to feel they’re left in the lurch.
That they have opinions, there is no doubt.

They’ll foist themselves into the dialogue,
When something sensational’s put in print.
Though their comments reveal they’re in a fog
Without having the slightest clue or hint,
It won’t prevent them posting to the blog.

Most often, all they can add is their moan:
“Why can’t science leave well-enough alone?”

A line of children come from school
Girls in plaid dresses, braids,
Boys in white shirts, fifties haircuts,
some were crying, all afraid
Doctors in stark white, with needles like cannons
aimed at our small arms.

“Polio Pioneers”, the first brave shots, a bit of pain,
But we would not have withered legs like Uncle Stanley,
a wheelchair like the lady down the street.
We would not have canes, leg braces, or dreaded
Iron Lung half-life seen
In March of Dimes displays
Our mothers could stop fearing summer,
send us to the pool again
Another dread disease stopped dead
by modern science

Now New Age nutters rail against vaccines
wear their ignorance like tie-dye shirts
years out of style, “All Natural, man!”
“No chemicals, Organic”

As natural as the rows of little graves
in any ancient graveyard, young lives cut short,
tombstones leaning
with an awful grief, five children in one family
dead in one black week
Of sickness we can now prevent
with a small shot
Death is natural, organic, impartial
Dust to dust.

We have won an awful war.
A pox , a literal pox,
on those whose warped beliefs
kill babies, whose ignorance and arrogance
throws victory away

They all should go to those small graves,
read the mothers’ grief, fathers’ helpless pain.
See the blood on their own hands
hang their heads in shame

You are like a rose blooming at dawn
your soul like the wind giving you life
before you were born.
Life is a choice;so make the right choice,
and you won’t earn aids as a prize.

A university student fell in love with his lover called death,
he had unprotected sex then breathe his last breath.
His lovely smile like a rose fell at noon,
he fell in love with his death so soon.

She kissed him goodbye after sex with a text message on his phone:
”Welcome my love to my world of aids!I am not alone!
Come die with me and be my friend like the fallen flower,
I come to take your soul away because I have the power.

Life is a choice learn to live it with a dream,
Abstain from sex you won’t die with a scream.
Go to school and don’t be a fool,
Forget about sex;you will do well at school.

The wind is coming in the rains again,
birds are clapping in the angry rain.
Be like the fresh flower at the break of day,
Learn to amend your ways and learn to pray.

Two α-chains, two β-chains, four ferrous rings,
one heterotetramer cradling eight inspired Os.

Where atmospheres reverse, you awaken;
meteor ablaze in a planet’s embrace.

Your losses fuel my distal imaginings,
stoke the capillary beds of my fingers and eyes.

Shepherd of soluble flames, you were born in my bones,
and for all of your life you will orbit my heart.

How wondrous
A child’s eyes
At the sight of
A swimming bear
The implosion of a heated pop can
The march of ants
The glow of the moon
The crash of lightning
The chemistry of mama’s cooking –
Be it cupcakes to eat or slime for play.
The twinkle of fireflies
The falling of snow
The fluttering of a butterfly
The rumble of an engine
The discovery of bones.

I never want to grow up.

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drc – please enter poems by emailing them to me as noted above in the post. thanks!

Poem submitted: There is no resisting the seas when they rise

There is no resisting the seas when they rise
Relentless dispassionate and cold.
No thought for priests or kings who went about this world
Ruling
Responsible
Invoking myth to temper the tempest.
Erecting monuments
Stone gaze across the water below the heavens
Where sun and moon negotiate the movements
Of our oceans massive waves.
The inching quality of glacial remains.
And we
We proud and paultry
We build walls.
Higher and higher
Deeper and wider
Billions of bodies shoulder the water
“Give us some space
to feed and find mates
pass on our genes
and what we have learned
of what to expect
from the clockwork of tides”
The glorious order ordained by the heavens.
The push and pull of gravity
Guiding
Giving us time to
Plant
To ponder
To wonder
At the deepest cracks on her face.
The wisened visage
Of a woman who has seen
Too many wars
Too many walls
Too many men who believe
The moon is only as big as it seems
Or
The sun has a soft spot for you and for me
Or
That by building walls
As high as we can
It is we who decide the dominion of man.