Quotes about genes, page 21
Snobbery
A solitary rose in red attire
Condescended:
A fleeting glance -
She apprehended
My affections,
Turned away
From me, a stray -
Stubble weed -
Genes to build an oddity:
Common seed -
Happy-go-lucky entity
In dull array.
The rose glowered,
But in ascension
Slipped a view of blight
Upon her regal greenery:
Black spot!
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Star Stuff
“The fate of individual human beings may not now be connected in a deep way with the rest of the universe, but the matter out of which each of us is made is intimately tied to the processes that occurred immense intervals of time and enormous distances in space away from us. Our Sun is a second- or third-generation star. All of the rocky and metallic materials we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, and the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interiors of a red giant star. We are made of star-stuff.”
I am a scion of the Milky Way
Wholly unique to the highest degree
My soul is as old as light-years away
My provenance stems from cosmic debris
I need not religion to guide my life
My quintessence antedates mankind’s creeds
The brief time walking beneath starlit nights
Imbue my soul more than mankind’s prayer beads
Every thought, all that I am is akin
To these heavenly designers birthplace
The very essence, my soul within
Began eons in interstellar space
Knowing who I am and where I came from
Is my greatest joy than what I’ve become.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Split and a Heart Break! ! ! !
Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument
Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment.
Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around
Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found.
A precious soul mate, who without giving reason, forsake,
Could one turn so cruel, pay no heed to the heart break.
Love is meant to nourish and nurture and bring rapture
Here sat my cousin, with a soul in torment, fractured.
It’s in the genes, or an imbalance of hormones,
To be split in two, pronounced the neuro surgeon.
Knowledge has limitations… why does the spirit
Hover between moments of coherence, I wonder as I sit.
No one heard any sound of a cry, as tears had dried.
But is it humanly possible to forever hide behind a lie.
At times it seems there is a smile and a light on the face.
Giving a glimpse of what once was… illusion, no trace.
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poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Lyrael's Father
Father I’m listening
To all your travels and plans
Take me away
From all this troubled land
A sigh is just a sigh
And he knows you’ll never wake
Find your way home, Father
To live a little more
Father I never knew you well
You never really knew me
Wrap me in your velvet cloak
Do everything you’re meant to be
A sigh is just a sigh
And he knows you’re trying hard
Keep me safe and warm, Father
Don’t deny me
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poem by Lyrael Myrna
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You Are
My free flying bird …
Your wings should never be clipped…
You are a queen, who will have range…
You are the lovers of lovers My sweet, sweet queen …
You are in my genes, as I am in yours...
your dew......running over me Keeps me wet..
Make the moisture rise Within my spirit …
My laughter is from you …
You are my strength when I am weak…
You invade my dreams, when I go to sleep …
You are the yin to my yang …
When we're apart...nothing seems the same…
The sound of your voice is like a ocean breeze …
Your touch seem to always put me at ease …
Your loving surrounds me, like a steamy hot bath …
You are the chuckle…to my laugh …
You are my joy, when I am sad…
You look at me with those eyes, I can't stay mad …
You are the best thing in my life The next best thing…
Is being your wife…
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My Storyline
The ear hears words as the mouth eats food,
But my ink flows to tell you a story.
A bard's storyline like my storyline,
A film's storyline like my storyline,
With the children of a mixed race amons us like,
The work of the Creator with His creation.
The writer and his words,
The ear hear words as the mouth eats food;
Do the sitting as i do the knitting,
Do the strutting as i do the remitting,
Do the batting as i do the betting,
Do the totting as i do the vetting,
Do the fitting as i do the netting,
Do the spitting as i do the jetting,
Do the spatting as i do the putting,
Do the getting as i do the petting,
Do the letting as i do the twitting,
Do the quitting as i do the potting,
Do the wetting as i do the tatting,
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
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I'd Like To Know More About Nature
I'd like to know more about Nature for of Nature so little i know
Though we see the beauty she creates and the beautiful things she does grow
Her rill that is born by the mountain flows downland by many a hedgerow
And it swells into a mighty river and on towards the ocean does flow.
I'd like to know more about Nature for Nature is an amazing thing
The song bird who sings in your garden sings the same song his father did sing
This is just one wonder of Nature how a small bird remembers a song
And passes it on through his genes to his offsprings a secret that to Nature belong.
I'd like to know more about Nature for of Nature i know little at all
Though i just like billions of others can recognize some birds and animals by their call
Great human minds have studied Nature but they only do learn to realize
That there is far more to our Earth Mother far more to her than meets our eyes.
I'd like to know more about Nature though i look at her every day
She guards her secrets with secrecy and from us she hides them away
And those who say they know all of Nature are those who do broadcast a lie
And Nature she lives on forever and we like all of her life forms must die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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God’s Gifts to Man
One finger gone can make one look ugly;
One missing leg can make life so dreary;
One scar on face can ruin complexion;
One eye that’s blind can make life difficult.
A fractured bone makes rest, a misery;
A heart attack turns life so miserable;
A seizure illness needs life-time of drugs;
A diabetic may need ‘insulin-pricks’!
The body-organs God-given are great;
They work with harmony and precision;
We do not know their values until late;
No pump on earth can beat like natural heart.
From dust, God made man very brilliantly;
God’s love for man is almost infinite!
Is not the human body sacrosanct?
And yet, we do not rest our body-parts!
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poem by John Celes
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Time Stonewalling Rhyme
One sits beside the sea to see each sandy grain was rock
which once stood out without a doubt, and proudly thought to block
sun, wind and rain - soon Time would [st]rain and slowly infiltrate
the nooks and crannies summer heat expanded at a rate
which seemed so slow, years ebb and flow, when measured by the clock
whose hands crept fast as seasons passed relentlessly, tick-tock...
One sits on stony s[tr]and at hand, to silently take stock
of passing time which in this rhyme stands out and, with a shock,
one asks oneself how fame or gain can matter for their weight
is blown away within a day by the high tide of Fate.
Withstand, eternity on hand, Time's trials where age could lock
till aeons' end would see change strange blend matter, mind, man mock.
Beneath sun, moon, by dune lagoonn one muses on time-lock,
life's pages turned, millenia burned, churned evolution's croc
to lizard turns, and then returns from down-sized newt to great
Terminonaris - terminus till Nature's genes inflate
all that on earth, in sadness, mirth, fills food chain chockablock:
one can't care, dare, to linger there till new big bang will knock!
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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