It’s been a while since I posted one of my scribblings which is going to be included in “Poetic Frenetic”. I am still on course I think for a Spring 2016 publication. I want to get up to about 25 works in total to publish and we are at 17 so far.
Here is the latest one – still written in under the hour (as the vast majority of the Poetic Frenetic content is). Enjoy you lovely blog followers…..
ID – THE INTELLIGENT DESIGNER
There’s a lot of room out here
In space I mean
The air is pretty clear
Nothing much to be seen
Floating rocks
Balls of gas
Those missing socks
That everyone has
(Well they might as well be in outer space
‘Cos they disappear to some unknown place)
Any green men zooming around?
That’s the billion dollar question
With light years stretching between worlds unfound
There’s hardly a patch of congestion
So if there’s any alien life
It’s very tough to find
No planet could be said to be organism-rife
At least not one that springs to mind
Your Earth professors are finding more
Dark matter in this universe
It’s odd they didn’t see it when they were looking before
Or know what it does, what’s worse
I use the stuff to hide within
If I didn’t you’d get upset
Who wants to see my eerie grin
When you’re on your holiday jet?
I made all this – I do get bored
You can call me Id
I sit up here, happily ignored
Fiddling with the things I did
You all have a sense of something grand
Bigger than the world you see
Many of you believe in a godlike hand
When all the time it’s me
Your physicists try to explain
How all this came about
A big bang they say – oh, please refrain
They make me want to shout
“IT WAS ALL ME!” (those utter fools)
And Darwin was the same
I meddled in those primeval pools
I gave that man his fame
If I hadn’t sprinkled my RNA
Into Earth’s volcanic mud
No evolutionary spark, no way
Then Darwin would be a dud
True, I let Nature take her course
She does like her own way
Though I tend to call her ‘Er Indoors
And try to avoid her nagging me all day
“Fix this, fix that,” – she does go on
“That molecule’s not looking right!”
A Designer’s work is never done
Forever tweaking the speed of light
Trouble is now I’ve all this power
I can’t resist a fiddle
Well, it’s dull up here hour after hour
In this vast nebulaic middle
I’ll sign off now
So much to do – Nature’s cooking up a storm
If I don’t watch out there’ll be a row
Over how much of your globe to warm
You think it’s you that’s melting ice
At your planet’s poles
Humans are ants, to be concise
You have insignificant roles
Just look it up – your CO2
Is a tiny little figure
Now clouds – they warm you – yes they do
You folks do make me snigger
Well good luck – I’ve made a note in my book
For when your sun goes boom
Five billion years at the last look
So off you’d better zoom
Find somewhere else to settle on
I’ve made lots for you to choose
You’ve just got to find the perfect one
Quick – there’s no time to lose
Five billion years will pass before you know
Ta-ta I’ve got to go…..
More to follow of course – the full thing not far away now.
Happy writings all.
Ron
RØN ∆LI∆S (UK author) 