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INTELLIGENCIA DESIGNATA (Intelligent Design)
(This is NOT what it seems)
INTELLIGENCIA DESIGNATA
It is in the interest of all
That it could be then
and there or all the one
Who gets all the one
and the wet and the dry and so it goes
But it all ends up a little way beyond the pale
As it all ends all and that makes it
all about the end of the time
And not the end of the time and a half
Which gets a lot easier when
all the wen and the way are about to end.
I will be there and I will be it
but I shall not get a lot of all they get or give
And then they shall begin to know that I am the sense
And the sample of the sort that makes you lot
Seem a lot simpler than they all do
At school where it is common to be able to talk for about
An hour without having a break, not so Mum?
It is about the time and the place and so it goes and not
The place and the soul as it pertains to be
and so it does get a bit
Into the end of the time and the place
Of the fual man known as the wend of the where and the why
Because it is so and so and not so again.
[This is about the witches of East Salem and the spell to remove the witch from them by making them repeat it several times over to be able to make all the ones with witches in them to be able to make it all up and get out of it again i.e. be released from their witch’s coven. It is about the one who gets and the one who goes and it is so. I will be there but I shall not get in I shall get out. I will be and then I shall. I will be there and there I shall be. I will be there and there shall be and be it shall. I will be there and there I shall be. Bye!]
DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF MADIBA – AN INCANTATION FOR THEM TO REPEAT AFTER THEY FEEL A LITTLE SLEEPY FROM BEDHEAD AND NEED A CURE. THE STATE OF SOUTH AFRICA IS NOT BY MADIBA’S DESIGN NOR IS IT OF THE STATE HE WOULD WISH IT TO BE IN, BUT IT IS FOR SURE TURNING OUT SOME GREAT PEOPLE.
AND TO GAY PRIDE
WITH THANKS TO HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND FOR HER SUPPORT AND HONOR DURING THIS TIME OF HER 60TH YEAR UPON THE THRONE OF THE COUNTRY OF THE UK, QUEEN ELIZABETH II REX
Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders
Evolution
If
I took you
through the eave
of destruction
And showed you
the rooftop view, would
you say it was okay
to be fungoid
when the profits
from your landfill
make waste
Of the market forces
being pushed
And pulverised
in the form
and fashion
known as man
And its machine
called the rote or rotesque.
Such-like
have I always been
And I thus
am always about
and not
The other.
Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders
A Biomimetic Poem by Bioman
Keratin, cellulose, chitin, collagen and bone
Are all we have to build everything
But it should do
Said the He man in charge
Five types of eyes, wings in pairs
Except for insects
Friction and glue
Before horses were invented.
The Cambrian Age saw the explosion
Which is still falling out
Of the stars as we evolve
Under radiation.
The light with which we see
Opened their eyes
In the murky depths
Of the primordial soup.
Now we are almost on Mars
On a vector to the South Seas
Of existence
Look Ma! No wheels!
Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders
