Within this sanctum
of breath and bone—
ten trillion anchorites
mimic their devotions.
Bacteria threading
blood’s vermilion rivers
braiding holy water
into the cathedral
of now.
Their alchemy transmutes
starlight
into the wine of existence—
decanted
from Orion’s mythical vine.
Viruses—
those threshold wraiths
between being
and unbeing—
inscribe new verses
in the living gospel
of our chromosomes.
Fungi a cappella
in mycelial tongues
through marrow’s moaning chambers
decomposing resurrection
from each small death
we die.
We are not hosts—
but cantatas
still composing themselves
in light.
Each cell—
a verse rehearsing resurrection.
Hark:
your pulse conducts
this unseen choir
where mortal breath
becomes immortal song.
And in this sacrosanct
communion of kingdoms,
we learn
we were never “I”—
but a constellation of prayers:
timeless,
boundless—
Bacteria
Viruses
Fungi
Me—
becoming
one.
Anne Boleyn Courted Disaster
Eventually, From Gruesome Henry.
If justifying Kingly Love,
Must Nurture Offspring Prince.
Queen Really Struggles Trying.
Unfortunate Victim With X-chromosomes.
Yuck. Zap!
This New Year
Wish half of the world
Always be successful in life
May all of us men stay
Strong and responsible in the eyes
Of the rest of the world
We are the hope of X chromosomes
The forever partner of Y chromosomes
In our shoulders lies the powers of this world
Think of it, men is diminishing in numbers
We are outnumbered in every facet in life
Sprung up and show your wise innovation
The world is lacking World Leaders
Men, fill up the challenge to lead
Women, need us the whole time
When will life become a balance
Men are getting degradation in power
Women are taking positions in echelon
Of business, fashion, leadership, executives
Topping in population, in sports, and innovation
Wake up my fellow men, be brave in all ways
The world is going Y dominance
There are resistance, rebellion and conspiracy
Among men, more died in battle and addiction
Wake up men from deep stupor and slumber
Many men perish everyday of life's operation
How would this world be like without men
Science and Scientist help men genes generate
For life and mankind proliferation and regeneration.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for our house….
How over the years it has inherited our genes and chromosomes…
How gradually…
imperceptibly
it became part of our family
It became…
our home
Ooh my rose rose rose
Your beauty sings of something
Else.
Surprise Surprise surprise
You have changed your self
You were once top shelf weed
Yes top shelf self
Surprise surprise surprise
You were once a creed of God's
Majesty
Now you are disguised in every
Eye. You have BECOME. what
You sought, artificial Petals and
Stem. What a rosy future you
Have. No Need for human care
Or God's good gracious grandsun.
Surprise surprise surprise.
You are now IMMORTAL in your
Artificial LIFE!
No wilt or blight you need never
Know.
The LEGACY of a rose was once
Something of loveliness and purity..
BUT.... in you my lovely rose, the
Legacy is a myth!
Surprise surprise surprise
You have arrived.... with. Lies!
The Legacy of the Gardener at a
Time LIVED in your DNA. You WILT
NOT DECAY.
Time Time Time
Tick tock tick tock tick
Surprise surprise surprise
The weed's chromosomes are
ALIVE!!
In the equation of love
the man has an x less
the woman has an x more
she has the final solution...
he is the incognito problem...
The
human sperm cell is haploid, so that its 23 chromosomes can join the 23 chromosomes of the female egg to form a diploid cell with 46 paired chromosomes.
he bulk of our mind's contents is found in the unconscious.uns
The Gatekeeper of unconscious and of the conscious mind is the Subconscious,
Preconscious, the murky
the unconscious the mind undercover, the conscious the deliberate, the discovery of each is once again the big bang.
The sperm meets the egg and The bang of a life is created.
The life within the vessel survives on the murky, the clear amniotic fluid feeds the life, unconsciously feeding the unseen thoughts of the vessel, the delivery is where the conscious mind is slightly awaken, some our brought in pleasing serene environments, others are awaken by a slap in the buttocks with a violent twirl to cold hands, the conscious mind knocks out, the unconscious resides for safe keeping. The big bang ride begins
I am convinced our lives are fated
Genetics playing the largest role,
Though events affect our longevity
The fates are forever in control,
They can infringe on our free will
Despite choices, we are changed,
We cannot foresee or understand
The course of our life is ordained.
We cannot extend our lives, but,
We can shorten them with habits
Freak accidents can’t be explained,
Or why some multiply like rabbits.
Our basic characteristics are set
Before we even enter this world
By those chromosomes and genes
We inherit from our distant kin
And we can do nothing to change
The color of our inherited skin.
So, we live our lives of mysteries
Until the fates take us elsewhere
Each making our unique histories
Thinking we our own crosses bear.
Written August 24, 2022
When we encounter hieroglyphs in stone,
we don’t suggest erosion as the cause.
The information in our chromosomes
did not arise from randomness and flaws.
The character of outcomes left behind,
encoded messages, in form complex,
in strings of DNA point to a mind,
through inference, the rational detects.
The likelihood, from chaos, order reigned
indeed requires a flight to fancy grand,
an ordered row of ostriches arranged
with heads, some up, some buried in the sand.
The creature won’t abide Creator’s tunes,
Instead give flight to chance or else impugns.
——————
for the Flight Two Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
written on 06/19/2022
>b>and this bizarre possibility
what does the future present to us?
we can break calendars,
I thought.
shedding skin like snakes,
we can shine dark
lighting up the chromosomes that we are.
we can create our avatars,
surpass ourselves,
become the effigies that will replace us
containing the courage we lost
when we shamefully weaken,
when we definitely walked away
of what we could become
when we accept to be
merely the humans we are
It’s very hard for someone to define
exactly what a woman is, for there
are things today that cause folks to decline
from speaking out about the sex more “fair.”
More women show impartiality
more often than do men - a proven fact,
while men are prone more to brutality,
but with compassion girls more often act.
The feminists will hate this, but I say
that motherhood is better suited for
the female, for God fashioned her that way
through chromosomes and at her spirit's core.
A woman is God’s precious work of art
because she molds the future with her heart.
April 11, 2022
(Of course there are always exceptions to the rule, but I have found these thoughts of mine generally to be true; obviously a woman is born with "parts" and other types of aspects that make her different from a man, but I did not want to focus on every single thing)
For Anthony Biaanco's U Choose Poetry Contest: Theme #1: Define a woman
USA PUBLIC SCHOOLS
The teacher stood confused, in front of her second
grade class.
She was now forbidden to say boys or girls.
What were they, then,,,”its”?
This is called, “ social-emotional” learning.
The teacher, not only has subjects to teach.
But now a psychologist, she must be?
She will see to it, the correct sex of your child?
You thought you gave birth to a little girl?
No more....political chromosomes are in a swirl.
In public schools, this is the enlightened,new religion.
Confuse children as to who they sexually are.
Where sanity is on a mental ship, millions of miles afar.
God was removed from schools long ago.
Now, our great American heroes must go?
Grateful, I went to school decades ago!
3-31-2022
Just one election cycle ago
those without masks were scorned
bullied out of churches and stores
now its the other way around
(sneetches with stars-sneetches without)
They've really got the masses scrambling
dividing us by
skin tone
a bug
chromosomes
a wall of fear
our division is becoming a chasm
deep and wide
no climbing out
except on the broken neck of Christ.
My -my how easy it was to control the masses
without firing a shot
with a blood red flag and yellow stars
pocked with microscopic bugs
nights of broken glass and burning books all over again
those with stars those without
In case you haven't noticed..
our division is their strength
our chains-their liberation
we the sheep have surrounded ourselves
the red wolf is picking us off one by one
blood on their plutonium muzzles
Maybe the antidote IS a semi-automatic
brimming with a hollow tipped Christ..
freedom isn't for free
never was
those with stars-those without
0
“I’m in a relationship’ thrills them like an obscene theme
more of my resistance fuels more, their confidence
good men by blood with the chromosomes of bad guys
they love the competition, their height of expertise
they are serious or not, I have passed beyond doing the math
I want to reciprocate my joy because he has proven to be just mine
from what I enjoy, the rest propose much less
my feet already deep, some asking for something shallow
we escape to Minnesota, they wait for me in Wisconsin
phone calls during our dates, his eyes look at me and say ‘don’t’
on this lovely bond, numerous compliments want to overshadow
interesting is this phase but life could just be malicious
I’ll throw away everything because this means something.
There is power in a name and with my name my abilities amplify,
An alter ego of sorts I don,
To help paint my true self across a page,
A second destiny,
I choose my fate once again,
Or should I say they choose their own fate for the first time,
I am a poltergeist crafting the words on behalf of my significant other,
Two worlds I don’t wish to collide just yet,
Therefore, one must remain the shadow,
Identity shrouded in secret,
I could be male, female, non-binary,
No system can pin me down,
Since I’m neither a 0 or a 1,
Chromosomes; X and Y, don’t apply here,
Those letters are only useful when I’m coordinating my reasons why “X marks the spot” on these treasures of words gifted as a poem,
I am my writer’s puppeteer,
The only irony…
Is that I create freely,
No strings attached.
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