Quotes about genes, page 16
Unworded
The search was absolute,
truth was not.
The shades of impermanence
and flowing emotions merged.
I stood between the reality
and tilting shadows of time zones.
The distance had created
metaphors and I was weary of pretentions.
The deep sorrow nurtured
a grain of truth
an essence of time.
Earth shuddered in the
process of integumentation.
I trampled on the grass
as if to find the ozone.
Impatience scattered the wings.
I smelled the stone.
Take me not to gloom of death,
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poem by Satish Verma
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The Black Feathered Songster
The black feathered songster with the golden bill
He sings on the tree by the babbling rill
The song of the blackbird melodious and clear
A familiar voice in the Spring of the year
In his song males of his own kind the message of warning does hear
To my borders you better not venture near
At this time of year his own kind not a friend
In his song a warning that his patch he'll defend
Concealed in her nest from predator eye
His partner sits on her eggs in a bush nearby
When she and her mate back to Nature have gone
Their genes in their young are destined to live on
Birdsong to us may seem a beautiful thing
But 'tis not out of joy that the songbird does sing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Mating Mind
So evolution has made the human brain a phallus
A frontal protuberance that is rather callous.
It’s Darwinian lust that turns out these rhymes
For a chance to copulate and have some good times.
To quote a sonnet here and sing a song there,
And to paint a panorama for a procreating pair.
Lines of iambic pentameter are but a farce,
Have no more meaning than a baboon’s red arse.
It’s all in the genes and it’s all in the brain
And love is the demon that drives artists insane.
A picture of a pert breast and a moist massage
The passionate pant from a lingual lavage.
It doesn’t take much to get this member erect
It has bugger all to do with intellect!
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poem by Roy Lee
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Stripping to the Bones
Now me, now not,
a thought is always there.
My genes navigate on collapsing walls,
words, dark mind, broken dreams.
But thought is always there.
I hold on firmly to sounds,
voices, tongues,
the thought is always there.
Brain goes into a nameless friction,
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts.
Distance becomes a wailing music.
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.
Let us dropp the years,
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs.
We cannot sing in praise of earth.
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poem by Satish Verma
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A Fairy Tale of Sorts
There once was a flower who learned how to think
evolving to harness it's best chance of life
no visible brain and no definite link
to show how or when it fell on its own knife.
For as it evolved it saw chances to rest
relying on beauty for its future seed,
as man, captivated this plant at its best
and so cultivated this true prize indeed.
As the flower developed it petals and sheen
increasingly moving away from its roots
no nectar was needed, no insects were seen
as man took his cuttings, they worked in cahoots.
Till one day the flower changed one stroke too far
assuming the men would attend,
so just as the fate of the Tsaress and Tsar,
the strings of their genes met a quite abrupt end.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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A Story Of A Marriage Counselor
..he is a simple man
married to an ordinary woman
the man teaches science
the woman serves as legal clerk
25 years married without a child
so they adopted the baby place beside their door
they did not know where the baby came from
they say she is a gift from God
the girl for what genes she has
turned into a woman with hysteria like Ida Bauer
got pregnant
but cannot pinpoint who from among her three lovers is the father of her child
the simple couple now gets a grandchild
so glad
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside A Cage
he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever
the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it
he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice
he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't
he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason
he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again
in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Will Be Another Week
another week of unbecoming
retracing genes of
great grandfathers, these vomiting
moments of our lives
what they taught perhaps
shall linger like leeches
but we like them all to leave us
so we can also
lick our own wounds without them
watching with whirlpool faces
another week of hibernation
getting to know this self like it were a stranger
knocking on my door
for a while i must accept all these
treat this stranger to a drink
vodka or rum
i may hum and make myself numb
on this mantra of manifestations
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ending Of Time?
The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth
I search for the absolute
in vain. Can I remove the emptiness
and talk to myself?
The core feeling is same.
We flow in our own separateness.
I want to outlive my brethren
and eat my death alone.
Mindful I watch the kernel,
swaying tree is silent
I am here due to a fault in the genes.
Grief is not my skull house.
Each night I sleep with dry lips
dreaming a lake.
My pillow floats like a chopped moon.
Silence of anonymity
in the heart of a storm.
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poem by Satish Verma
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Second Thought
When gullets await passersby
And intestines pray for visitors.
Whole body apply functionalism
to make a living.
Education, a second thought.
As planners plan for self kitchens.
Upgrading their lineage and cohort’s.
Little or nothing left for the masses.
Mass education, unthought second thought.
For so long a process.
Black man is impatient.
Through other routes wield affluence.
Education, a sure second thought.
Academic sessions in truncation
with background of non-quasi payment
or divorced wedlock of campus mayhem.
Education, mistaken second thought.
Certificates parade our geography
get no accommodation in official drawers
as offices are transmitted like genes
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poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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