Genetics Poems - Poems about Genetics

To all the people in darkness Lemmi shed some light So that you can see into my world A world so big that sometimes I get lost in it If you've ever met me in person You were left in awe Cause I've been able to make sheer will bend to my calling, that's why I've never crumbled It's because amidst...

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My matriarchal genetic line of narrative not quite sublime resonantly erupts regeneratively abrupt Loves repeating robustly carnal wisdom's long drawn out song Continuously unabated with unconditional transgenerational regard something emerging more positively than simply not not hated Unlike our discontinuous patriarchal lines drawn win/lose competitively dominating lies across sandy soils, now quaking under shaking stubborn feet awaking. Where Mom will wake each morn to greet this life feels glad to peacefully repeat While Dad will scowl, invoke defeat his love...

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If we are servants to our genes. Who is the master of our minds?...

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Your genetics are great. You only look thirty. He said this to be a tiny bit flirty. It backfired though. Here is the reason why. Only one score and three, she started to cry....

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At post teenage some day at tea a committee my mates same age while seated a round wooden chair legs crossed, sipping coffee did asked me why do you speak in proverbs poetry they mean to say. I air to them in strong verb living poetry is great pay In poetic pen pour my tears my write for men in verse on the tables of my mind is engraved...

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Evolution Not God It is the case that there is no God, He does not exist, he is not the one, He is not there, he’s not everyone’s invisible puppet, It is not personal, he is not the Son. Evolution is true, I know it inside myself: We are all evolving into better people; Everyday, month or year we...

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This is the tale of who? Let’s say for the moment, the sake of mythology, it’s the story of your shadow. Whether for you or me begs the better question. It’s not a monument, perhaps a confession; the embodiment of false resurrection. How for you three, my three lovely daughters, I stump by the tree of...

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Within thy head, all ye poesy poets, a dragon dares to dwell, A legend that history has mythologized into stone; A statue spewing fumes through its shattering shell, Adorned by a gorgon who turned thy cone into bone. Yet within thy whimsical face, there's a trace, Of a special ancestral and ancient race. Such grace in poetical genetics, hailing from...

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Cry alone into a opaque stupor Arranging pain with thoughts so tender Night began to haunt my mind Cancelling my heart so fine Even now My temper flourishes Removing all sense of purpose....

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Jimmy’s Genetics I used to see them almost every day Same bus stop To go our separate ways Ginger freckled haired boy And his Mother Little Jimmy was a curious kid Always questions Why Mum why Mum why Mum why Always made me smile One day bus packed like a meat loaf Jimmy and his Mum sat close Jimmy’s eyes were darting around, he even looked...

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"Yippee-kai-yay," and cry "Eureka!" showdown with the fabric matrix, no more reason to be weaker in a tumbleweed of strife. Let us tinker, let us fiddle, modify the doggone atoms, cut the piggy from the middle, quick draw with the splice of life. Make it beter, make it stronger, more resilient than coyotes, make longevity last longer, kicking nature in the head. It's darn tootin', keen and...

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