girls look gorgeous
boys look smart
women draw pictures
men make art
a girl’s pretty in pink
a boy comes home dirty
men mean experience
women fear thirty
girls eat half
boys have what’s left
a woman feeds a family
a man is a chef
boys play rough
girls watch in awe
women need children
men need to explore
I’ve been thinking a little about the senses we humans have developed and wanted to do a post about them. Then I decided to, ahem, cut to the chaste and write a poem instead. Such is life.
OUR MYRIAD DEVICES
Through senses; the essence
Of human start
Our myriad devices
Roots to our heart
Eyes that feel
Energy waves
Matter distilled
To show us a way
Sound is motion
Of beautiful airs
And ears reflect
The meaning there
Our nose is our test
Of a world made chemical
To guess what is safe
Evil or edible
And if we find protein
Our mouth’s decide
What’s right to power us
And feed our mind
Finally of the five
The fibres of skin
Declared borders to the world
Where our bodies begin
Through senses; the essence
Of human start
Our myriad devices
Roots to our heart
MASTER
Should I be my master
or a servant just for me
Supply the closing argument
or question merrily
Correct all flaws and clarify
or ride a changing mind
Wallow in my selfish thought
or master all I find
