am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
She would do our heads in, but It’s not that I didn’t value her great teaching skills. Her strategies and patterns always stood out. The tool of teaching was used to best effective use by her, I can ensure you of that, in fact it was levels beyond the rest.a record, a memory that can’t be broken.
In years to come we will remember those days. Sometimes she would cry thinking we might all fail, other times she would laugh with us or at us. I suppose that’s all just part of life, but she did love our class From the core and heart, well that’s what I think.
We thank you for all your hard work and dedication, but in saying that, teaching us must have been so hard.
I want you to know that you will remain in our thoughts, as long as you promise to continue to do people’s heads in and always to stay sound
Biochemistry, the language of life,
Spoken in the smallest of parts,
Yet felt in the grandest of forms.
Biochemistry, the alchemy of nature,
Transforming simple elements
Into the majestic tapestry of life.
Biochemistry, illuminating life’s invisible pathways,
Guiding us toward a deeper understanding
Of the complex molecular web that shapes life.
Biochemistry, the molecular blueprints of existence,
Empowering us to unravel life’s mysteries,
And harness its potential to better humankind.
To study biochemistry is to decode
The code of life, written in the language
Of atoms, elements, and molecules.
It's a scientific fact
That biology is an empirical source of truth
And no amount of ideological attacks
Will ever change that.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
30/4/22
dear mother,
your nurturing is so warm that my DNA denatures because of it,
but at the same time your neutral appearance reseals it.
my bonding to you is like protein structure it takes step to become strong,
like primary, secondary ,tertiary and quaternary structure.
whenever i see you mom, my pitutary start releasing oxytocin,
that gives a positive feedback to my brain.
you are the 3 line of defence of my body,
simply you are oxygen of my life,
as without you cellular respiration and vital organs will not work.
She just would like to marry
And her own wedding flowers carry;
On this no longer tarry,
For she can babies carry;
Yep, on this cease to tarry;
Fast make it like Ferrari!
Time to start hating Arnold Harry,
Who mainly cares about eating Garri,
Determinedly wasting time
While it is quite ripe time
To judge this a real crime
And add that it tastes like lime.
She, sure, should try The Ageing man,
Whom she knows as only Dan,
Who has been her sparing a smile
And in it no obvious guile …
And she shall Harry owe no apology,
Who has majored in Biology,
Child bearing risky after Thirty-five,
With God out of it and one won’t be alive.
I look like a Pope's cap, hence my name
Encased in a fit and firm, fibrous frame
My large hands clap
To the great pump's tap
I keep blood flowing, as that is my aim
I am so sparse, I am so scarce
I am so rare but I am no farce
I am the one and only hence so lonely
I exist on earth in Forty three only
"Simple living and High thinking" is my steadfast motto
You need a powerful microscope to take my stunning photo;
Uninvited though, I do enter.. the cozy home of my host
When I come out with a brand new coat, the host, alas, is a ghost
I was obviously first said the chick with a sneer.
Showing the egg the back side of her rear.
You’d better renege
Said the now angry egg
Biology says I’m first, loud and clear.
biology class
where sperm whales are mentioned
seventh grade snickers
no one laughed in sixth
thanks to sex education
they are getting wise
I find
hear
see
right hemisphere prominently feel,
But cannot quite touch
something sexy
about left/right cooperatively resonant
waves of wealthy ego-rooting
eco-rooted health.
I suppose
whether felt as sexy
or more generically sensory,
depends on neurological origin
and completion
of sensory information
and climatic exportation.
Spiritual resonance experiences qualities
of our multicultural
EarthBound journey together
and apart
As naturally resilient outcomes
of felt left/right integrity,
glimpsed and heard
when resonantly touched,
bring consensual pleasure
And,
sometimes,
as inclusively appropriate
invited
graced,
Sensually sexy disciplines
of physical passion,
metaphysical waves
of revolutionary
resonant compassion
minding
and reminding
20/20 loving insight
through restoring
by healing
global EarthJustice integrity,
sensory spirit of sexual nature.
Longing
by Michael R. Burch
We stare out at the cold gray sea,
overcome
with such sudden and intense longing . . .
our eyes meet,
inviolate,
and we are not of this earth,
this strange, inert mass.
Before we crept
out of the shoals of the inchoate sea,
before we grew
the quaint appendages
and orifices of love . . .
before our jellylike nuclei,
struggling to be hearts,
leapt
at the sight of that first bright, oracular sun,
then watched it plummet,
the birth and death of our illumination . . .
before we wept . . .
before we knew . . .
before our unformed hearts grew numb,
once again,
in the depths of the sea’s indecipherable darkness . . .
When we were only
a swirling profusion of recombinant things
wafting loose silt from the sea’s soft floor,
writhing and sucking in convulsive beds
of mucousy foliage,
flowering,
flowering,
flowering . . .
what jolted us to life?
Keywords/Tags: life, evolution, love, desire, longing, passion, lust, sex, sexuality, relationship, chemistry, biology, hormones, appendages, orifices
Phylogeny is to homology
as ecological respiration
is to theological aspiration.
I think
I shall never feel
a phylogenic tree
as uprooted
as homo-unlogical me.
Phylogenic chaos
is to ego-monological supremacy
not as ecological tree respiration
is to theological
root-nutritional
inspiration
As timelessly flowing Here egocenters
are to Now resiliently climaxing ecosystems
In which I think
I will always feel
phylogenic historical invitations
to homological co-passioning grace
and heterodoxical healthy choice.
In me,
You see.
Cell wall,
Stand tall.
Fibre,
Timbre.
Cal joule,
No fool.
Met rate,
Instate.
Shake hands,
Sure lands.
Related Poems