Quotes about genes, page 17
For God’s Sake, Man Must Live As Per His Will
The environs and genes are there;
So is our freedom and free will;
God doesn’t allow temptations still
More than we ever can bear!
The natural laws are there;
The divine laws are known;
To keep them all, we must take care,
For the sake of our precious soul own!
What to do, ‘I am born this way, ’!
But ‘Must I live that way, ’ all days?
Our innate urges needn’t sway
Our mind, heart, body in life always.
The soul of man matters a lot;
No one can live as he/she dares;
Chastity is a virtue great
God expects from pure ‘earthen-wares’!
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poem by John Celes
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The Same Kind
Pseudoscrubbing was going on
the scripted drama, words apart.
The tears were denied to him
and the moon slowly made peace on the white
marble of a cult,
and the river had scored a victory.
He was very upset by the absence of
truth. Stupid god did not stand in the
witness box to testify the morality of
man. Genes were deciding the number
of queens. People were still worshipping
a pair of black Najas.
Neanderthal skull marks a step in the
evolution of art. The jaw bone still juts out
to define a mafia don. The slit eyes make
a good pottery class. White poison settles
in the breasts. An ovarian carcinoma
now spreads in bones.
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poem by Satish Verma
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Flesh Prisoner
I am the prisoner of my flesh which I have thoughtlessly
Inherited from the genes of nowhere
I am convicted of a mysterious crime
Nobody wants
I am the prisoner of weaknesses
Shackles my limbs, shrinks my nerves
Shrouds my mind to act perfectly in
The world of mistakes
Flesh is the jail where I am imprisoned
Wicked strengths are the metal chains fettered me
Eyes of the folks are the guards of my faults
Their tounges are like guns
Firing my head un-blood
Justice? I pervert not justice
Divine Judge
Justice is within me
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poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Pantoum on Nature's Patience
Surviving all to seize the hour;
A firm reward: a solitary flower.
With pinch of time to propagate -
Of seed and chance, it must await.
A firm reward: a solitary flower,
But motionless, the dainty tower.
Of seed and chance, it must await
And not by dreams or wishing fate.
But motionless, the dainty tower -
Completion lies in gusty power,
And not by dreams or wishing fate.
Unmindful patience; whither date?
Completion lies in gusty power
To cast its genes by seed in shower.
Unmindful patience; whither date? -
To dance in wind, from taut and straight.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter (2009)
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sorrow ***** PRISONER OF THE FLESH
I am the prisoner of my flesh which I have thoughtlessly
Inherited from the genes of nowhere
I am convicted of a mysterious crime
Nobody wants
I am the prisoner of weaknesses
Shackles my limbs, shrinks my nerves
Shrouds my mind to act perfectly in
The world of mistakes
Flesh is the jail where I am imprisoned
Wicked strengths are the metal chains fettered me
Eyes of the folks are the guards of my faults
Their tounges are like guns
Firing my head un-blood
Justice? I pervert not justice
Divine Judge
Justice is within me
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poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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There is blood between us
I
There’s blood between us
that flows very strong
and that red
bind us to each other
with genes and ancestors
and you will forever be my brother.
II
There’s blood between us
and our hands
are full of it
and it’s blood of enemies
that had to flow
for us to stay alive
and that blood ties
you and me
in a own companionship
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poem by Gert Strydom
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A Father Image 11
Every time I ponder in solitude
re-evaluates my innermost attitude
no reason I can give to rationalize
every bit of me is sort personalize
surely a replica of my father dear
the genes all his and image I bear
of his physical attributes so clear
Care and love that my father shares
abound in me also through which I dare
bring joy to family of which father is good
really diligent he provides us staple food
every meal at the table he buys our family
rare the time when we have nothing to eat
all that my father do is work hard to get it
Best times I like to spend with my family
resting together at home and watching TV
and though my father is now old yet I try
to contact him every weekends to ask
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poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Traces of My Footsteps
My youth is what I no longer possess
On this body, some genes didn’t exist
Though he left me now with this wrinkled skin
It’s his young shadow that shines within
Like a timid star afar from the moonlight spot
Wherein their distance is the aisle of my childhood:
For I grow up not knowing how
Sweet to have a mother dear
A rugged toy to hold and cherish
Or a best friend who truly cares
Sweat and tears, pain and sorrow
I struggled for who I’d become
I build my dreams, my family, my goal
Still my destiny is unknown
Now, as I get closer and closer to the abbreviations of life
My fear of aging or dying is my worst enemy
Traces of my footsteps along the brink of my boyhood
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poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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The Corer
Like coagulant poetry,
This congealed core of universe,
Became the spider,
Multi-dimensional as it grew;
In the form of a great web,
Masquerading as heavy matter,
Of condensed time,
Of condensed memory,
Like coagulant poetry,
This congealed core of universe.
Like curdled helium,
Amidst thin hydrogen left behind,
Bubbles and illusions,
To be the center of Sun,
Like coagulant poetry,
To be the solar spider.
We in this congealed core of universe,
Effervesce no longer;
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poem by Bhanu Padmo
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It’s O.K. To Be Skinny
It’s o.k. to call someone skinny,
but not call someone fat,
what’s up with that?
In society we made it “bad”
to be fat, when all of us were
born to be fat,
it’s in our genes to protect us
when famine would last.
If you eat more than you exercise,
you will then soon realize
that you could get fat,
unless of course you
have a high metabolism
in which then you fit in,
fit in because it looks like
you work out in the gym.
Worth it’s weight in gold
I am told, came from
a time when it was encouraged
to be fat for you would get
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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