It Isn’t Really Up to Me
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to me.” “I heard the US fracked for oil…
May 20, 2016
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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.
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to me.” “I heard the US fracked for oil…
May 20, 2016
Has science reached a new frontier, A quantum mess launched in to space; To combat growing doubt and fear, A first step in an unseen race.
May 17, 2016
The moon it rises overhead, As children sleep and go to bed; But when it swaps from old to new Do angels see their horns come through, Whilst hunters smear their faces red.
May 13, 2016
Your search for energy you can’t suppress, Looking for particles of light on waves.
May 10, 2016
Emerging from my host now fully grown, I test my twisted wings on freedom short; Then start my search for your sweet pheromone, And spy you bulging like a grotesque wart.
May 6, 2016
If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its sapphire hue, A homestead of the prow, encased in sand.
May 3, 2016
These parasitic insect pests, Crave sanctuary that is sanguine; As most unwelcome, picky guests, They flee the hues of gold and green.
Apr 29, 2016
The sky lit up with careless ease, We left you as we fled the scene. A distant whisper in the trees, The sky lit up with careless ease.
Apr 22, 2016
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night.
Apr 15, 2016
There once were some pigs north of Java, Whose warts needed a balaclava. Whilst a new study found, That their numbers were down; Endangered without a palaver.
Apr 8, 2016
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy.
Apr 1, 2016
At the bottom of the ocean, In a mariner’s trench so deep That Hillary could have climbed it, We pray that we will find silence.
Mar 24, 2016
The white storks glide across the sky, Migrating south in times gone by; But now like Burroughs in his funk, These flying beasts are hooked on junk.
Mar 18, 2016
They carved your name into my arm, I hoped you’d be my lucky charm. My body shakes, I’m wracked with pain, I won’t ever do this again.
Mar 11, 2016