Quotes about genes, page 14
Sonnet- On Cancer
If Cancer’s on the rise without much cure;
Then blame the air, food, water pollutant;
The-dismal scenario, we must endure;
What steps have we taken to curb but chant.
Our genes are changing fast, yet man's the cause;
We spill the oil and dump nuclear wastes;
New carcinogens then become our boss;
Man keeps changing most things including tastes;
Why blame the earth, our fate and God and Stars?
'Tis men who had put Nature in shackles;
And things get worse by man-made ugly wars;
Man must not change environs, he tackles.
Let better sense prevail inhuman minds;
All man-made dirt can't be hidden 'hind blinds.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: On Cancer
If Cancer’s on the rise without much cure;
Then blame the air, food, water-pollutant;
The dismal scenario, we must endure;
What steps have we taken to curb but chant?
Our genes are changing fast, yet man's the cause;
We spill the oil and dump nuclear wastes;
New carcinogens then become our boss;
Man keeps changing most things including tastes;
Why blame the earth, our fate and God and Stars?
'Tis men who had put Nature in shackles;
And things get worse by man-made ugly wars;
Man must not change environs, he tackles.
Let better sense prevail inhuman minds;
All man-made dirt can't be hidden 'hind blinds.
poem by John Celes
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Football Addiction
It can end relationships
make you feel morose,
but it can lift the spirits
and put a spring in the step.
It's the middle of the week
but your minds on Saturday
three o'clock, big game.
No very sorry, can't come
nor to that wedding next week
got three matches in seven days.
A drug? In a way yes, get edgy
feel sick before kick off, but a win
always does the trick.
Why? Why do Climbers climb,
Divers dive, Sailors sail?
It must be in the blood,
in the genes, passed down
from Father to his son.
All I know is I hate it
when there's no Football
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poem by Kevin Halls
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A Wheel
A wheel tortures the side of our legs,
Opening the hated sentences of joy as it speaks;
One invention of our intelligence converts
The spoken value of a fatal clause
And murmurs reality of a far-reaching kind.
The wheel grinds to historical help,
Collapsing under colossal strength of forces
That centre on the brilliant light emitted
From the fortune now in sight,
What is the sight of our sensation?
A guild of thieves wonders at wide prospects
Of the villainy escaping the night,
With wheels to carry, and wheels to mutate
The living genes and their powerful effects
Inside the soul of our life that spins around.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Love Sonnet 48 How so awesome this universe has been,
How so awesome this universe has been,
The rocks, rivers or Niagara Falls,
Colossal things or dismal, hardly seen,
Microbes or genes of our genetic halls;
The realm within is grand as that without,
To be conquered like frontier lands we sought,
The human mind holds much to know about,
More marvelous than what itself has thought;
And heart compares with queer puzzles of space,
That men would bear up to cosmic domains,
The sheer enigmas thinkers have to face,
The same in love that give dreamers the pains;
.....And to events that jolt the earth or sky,
.....Lies here a fool that does naught but to sigh.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Keira
She sleeps, softly, eyes flicker,
mouth purses to suck
and I watch,
per chance
to take a photograph.
This is her first month,
we don't know her yet,
her personality will unfold
and her feet
will dance.
Intermingled in her genes
are mother's eyes
and daddy's smile
lost in a filigree of new
and vibrant cells.
A half smile, a half glint
of something there,
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poem by Ruth Walters
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Trinity
Even the sleeping genes learn
from their crashes with needles in eyes.
A candid house chooses to fade
after thinning of a blessing.
Legacy of a heretic
lives, dragging down the cracked joints
of a frozen mirror. The wild lips kissing
a tiger on mouth in black night of dancing spirits.
The raging bull decides to goad a raped
girl on white daisies of abandoned bed. All
the dead hunters start cheating the bandages
of a wheelchair, the trembling asteroids
start dispersing in cryptic dark. The world
ends with a kill, mourners lay wreaths and hand
out the cyanide capsules for future onslaughts
on the waking eyes.
poem by Satish Verma
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Untitled Monument
Beyond the self,
is the freedom, unchained dawn,
I am in a crowd of voices.
Lifted by songs,
a bruised truth becomes a rose.
Choice was limited,
I desired silence, middle path in night,
under the lunar ecstasy.
Nowhere to go
I searched for tranquility, peace and light.
Failing hopelessly.
Love migrates back to old memories.
White days are pruned,
I would say the mirror was wrong.
I did not choose my life.
Dream of final
release was extraordinary
grandeur of pink moon
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poem by Satish Verma
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Wanderer
It was a taxidermal view
thousands of fawns on the lake.
Can you handle the die-off
of the whole truth?
I have nowhere to go. Genes are
turning on, turning off. Bare hands
holding the bruises.
Hungry, but cannot eat
looking at the tattoos on the back of
starving children.
I am sick these days in the midst of glory
and shame. Faithlessness is a prize
wrapped by shadows. The snakes
are climbing on the walls.
Human things, like chimps
kissing and hugging to calm down.
in memoriam of a lost tribe.
The body of a chaste god
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poem by Satish Verma
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Sonnet: Best of Luck, Dear Neice
Fair maiden teen! well, listen to my words;
The time has come when thou must show thine stuff!
And not see, feed or fly off like the birds;
Take heed- Thine adolescence was enough!
Show off thine genes, your parents gifted you;
Laugh off your aches and pains and silly ways;
Work hard for this is the crucial time to;
Become a Star bright in the coming days!
Waste not your time precious, be it seconds;
But labour hard to reap its benefits;
Pray fervently; Read with great diligence;
There is scarce time to pick your head-lice/nits!
Cover your portions although they seem vast;
Remember child, your time is ticking fast!
poem by John Celes
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