Your Cup of Tea?
For inflammation to decrease, And tumour progression to cease; There might be a surprising key: Just go and have a cup of tea.
Jun 2, 2017
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Sam is a Professor in Creative Pedagogies. His research is concerned with trying to engage and empower people with science, especially those from under-served communities. He writes science poems to try and communicate some of the beautiful and important scientific research that is being done on a daily basis, all across the world.
For inflammation to decrease, And tumour progression to cease; There might be a surprising key: Just go and have a cup of tea.
Jun 2, 2017
Your crater stands abandoned in the dirt, As thirsty dreams evaporate for good; Beneath your dusty surface pressures spurt, Leaving behind deposits in the mud.
Aug 12, 2016
You cast off with a heavy heart, A flash of bloodshot as you leap; And even though this is the start, The ocean waves call you to sleep.
Aug 5, 2016
Launched into space like puppets on a string, These metal ships danced fiercely on the waves; Such precious cargo was held deep within, Laden with men who would see early graves.
Jul 29, 2016
In Africa there is a killer Queen Engaging in a spot of filicide; Where two sub-species meet in zones between Their habitats, all male offspring have died.
Jul 21, 2016
Poor learners really aren’t to blame, They cannot switch what’s in their brain; The hippocampus is at fault, For making their connections halt.
Jul 15, 2016
A distant sun sets over reddened lands, As ripples lay before you like a wave; Try reach out with your cold, synthetic hands, And touch the ground that will become your grave.
Jul 8, 2016
At the end of my garden I see you perched quietly, Your orange belly glowing Like a slowly setting sun.
Jul 1, 2016
The Caribbean Sea is clad, Between Belize and Trinidad; And underneath an azure sky, The ocean waves blow loudly by.
Jun 24, 2016
I look into your eyes and see no trust, We have not met and yet you doubt my face; You cannot hide from me your plain disgust, Your guileless gape puts me back in my place.
Jun 17, 2016
Arising from our ashen pit of toil, As forge and mill did shape this unkempt land; The blackness of the trees from coal and oil, Contrasted with the skin nature had planned.
Jun 10, 2016
Marked out as something that did not belong, An oddball with a number not a name; A newborn whose hereditary was wrong, And with ancestry that was not the same.
Jun 3, 2016
Whilst it is certain that we all must die, Why is it that we must grow old with age?
May 27, 2016
In ancient times your reddened sands, Were struck by courtiers from space; They scarred you with their giant hands, Then watched as tears fell down your face.
May 24, 2016