Best Chromosomes Poems
SHE’s COMING AGAIN!
There’s a chill in the air
There’s a word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep
She was gone, bells were tolled
But the body’s not cold
For she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
It was safe to suppose
She was due to be crowned
Then a young wizard rose
Had them all spellbound
With a look really cool
Like a kid from high school
But she came back again
Yes she came back again
Then she’d surely reside
In a white stately home
She’d the right, qualified
With two X chromosomes
She’d be in with a song
What could ever go wrong
She was coming again
She was coming again
But an old wizard now
With a strange style of hair
Took the stage took a bow
And with her almost there
She was pipped at the post
Cross the states, coast to coast
She was numbing again
And succumbing again
Without power came the crash
Sans connections she’d plied
Then the flow of the cash
Disappeared, nearly dried
So she needs to dispense
With some new influence
So she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
Feel the chill in the air
Hear the word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep
So you thought she’d depart
With a stake through the heart
No she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
6 August 2018
“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi
He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out through a dark window,
wondering if sincere stars would show him a path home
but he was a man not worthy of such a reception.
Guess we don't get a choice,
where and to whom we are born.
The fatherless are like angels without feathers.
Left behind in the silence of sins.
In a lonely childhood playground,
collecting shards from broken glass swings.
His father was an illusive saviour to so many,
but played a villain against his growth.
How could one be so ignorant,
unaware a child needs a role model
to guide like a shepherd and his flock.
It's a struggle being a black sheep
in a white world of woollen hearts,
wandering like a lost soul searching to belong -
neglected by those too intoxicated with their vices.
Absent in adolescence,
life's lessons can be harsh,
with bitter blood bleeding in stubborn stains.
Now his ghost sings sad songs in absent dreams -
will a mind perpetually be plagued by visions?
People play the blame game,
pointing fingers in angry accusations,
about who hurt who,
but there are no victors in emotive diversions.
In misconception and misunderstanding,
the misunderstood leave without a goodbye.
Sometimes we don't get an opportunity to apologise,
so some voices are lost forever.
When there is nothing but silence,
a child gifts his seat on the throne of forgiveness -
because he is not a composition of parental chromosomes.
In his father's darkness, he may recite his lyrics,
as occasionally some sorrows resurface,
but his mother's compassionate tears
teach him how to spread light.
Everything he is today,
is inspired by not mirroring sins of his father's past.
Maybe that's why
he does not seek black horizons.
only sincere skies,
to observe the moon and stars.
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror,
To say "This is me".
To Compare yourself to what you think you should be.
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
"How can this be?",
"Why did God do this to me?",
You put on some make-up or some acne-cream,
To cover the blemishes that others can see.
But it doesn't mater what others see,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder is me.
So stop annotating,
And start complimenting,
Not on what should be,
But on what is!
You were created in God's image,
Oh.
How.
Powerful.
To see who you really are,
Oh.
How.
Magical.
In that mirror is not,
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
But a scientific creation from stardust,
Something that's way beyond us.
And what's inside is something so unique,
So special,
Because no one else has it,
It's.
Like.
Magic.
It's you!
You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth.
With the ability to wake up and show your worth.
So why wake up and talk negative?
When you could wake up and smile.
Why not be happy for a while?
Why try to please everyone else,
When all you have to do is be yourself?
People say "What matters is on the inside.",
And you say "But look at my outside.".
And I say there is no good side,
You as a whole is the creation,
There is no separation.
Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony,
Destroying themselves with negativity.
Just Stop!
You are beautiful because you are rare,
Because no one else can compare.
Your face,
Your nose,
Your eyes,
With your sense of humor to comprise,
Someone no one else can match.
Try to make it in a lab...
Try throw it down the hatch.
You compare yourself to everyone else,
When you are one of a kind.
Why can't you get that in your mind?
Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be?
Beauty is not symmetry.
Look in the mirror and what do you see?
The beauty that you are...
This is me...
The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
Raul Moreno
(a Poetry Dish)
4c. of God 1 sm. tsp. of talent
(23oz of chromosomes) pkg. Mom (23oz of chromosomes) pkg. Dad
¼ tsp. of my older brother ¼ of my other brother
2 c. of my sister 1 lb. of my surroundings
1 oz. of knowledge ½ c. of heart
½ c. Nature ½ c. Inspiration
3 c. Oklahoma 2 c. of my friends
(8oz.) of Pansy 1 pkg. Gracemont
¼ t. failure ¼ t. faith
A pinch of discipline A dash of hope
Mix contents together,
In a large bowl.
Top with family members,
Better if served cold.
Set and let cool,
And eat my poetry.
Without these ingredients,
There would be no me.
_______________________________________
An homage to everyone who has supported me,
believed in me, and applauded me.
Without them, I wouldn't do what I do!
6/27/17
No longer dreaming
Just proceeding
Without cheating
I am achieving
More than I ever was believing
Every single evening
Now my impressions are leaving
Even more meaning
To other human beings
While I am still breathing
It's time to make this year better
Despite all the weird weather
My dome vexed
I felt my bones flex
Across stone steps
After being shown less
Before pushing past the home stretch
With all chromosomes left
I then took over the throne next
And any other opposition with cloned flesh
Nearby a crows nest
Now ain't that some ****
As they like to say payback's a *****
The light from the sun shines
Amid the pines
Where there was an abandoned mine
For a long time
The only hound stood
But how could
It sound good
All around the hood
When I doubt it would
It didn't matter if it ever would place in a chart
Because it was straight from the heart
Even when the day was dark
Across the bay and park
Beside all the waves and sharks
The flu hit
And the air was too thick
But I put out some even more true ****
Because the shoe fit
And it was the best way to do it
With very few tricks
While talking to some new chicks
A ship that got stopped atop the rocks sank
While there was an ever increasing fog bank
Some continued to give god thanks
While the size of several bogs shrank
I was feeling like I was in quite an odd place
If I never had it, then how could I ever have lost faith?
Vehicles at different rates going zero to sixty
Some of which go beyond one hundred and fifty
During winter smoke coming out the chimney
In the country and city
People walking their dogs and playing in the park with a Frisbee
Carbonation making it all fizzy
Spinning, all about now feeling dizzy
Areas spotless or really filthy
Objects and animals, tall average or mini
In the end the crime scene was grisly
WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?
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
Biology! Biology! How many times have I called you?
You frighten me every time I hear your name,
Because I can’t withstand your lies and pain you cause me,
You lack conscience since you introduced unknown world to me,
You gave heartburns and caused veins to deflate in me,
Biology! Biology! Who invented you?
Biology! Biology who told you to exist?
You only care about yourself and not anyone,
You talk of reproduction without caring for everyone,
You have no knowledge how loneliness pains me,
But you still insist two together increases happiness in me,
Biology! Biology! Was it important for you to exist?
Biology! Biology! I don’t know if you have sympathy,
You say I am black, he is white and the other is brownly,
You confuse me since grade 8 with your genetic narratives,
Feeding on my curiosity with blood circulation stories,
But you still insist our blood is reddish although different skins,
Biology! Biology! You should show some empathy.
Biology! Biology! Stop telling me about mitosis and meiosis,
Stop forcing me to cram the interphase and metaphase stages,
Stop creating new viruses, bacteria, fungi, and parasites,
Stop inducing fear in people with health issues and diseases,
Stop talking about centrosomes, chromosomes, cytoplasm, and spindles,
Biology! Biology! Those terms swing in my head and bloat my nerves.
Biology! Biology! I am not done with you but will be back,
To tell you the truth about me since you care about chromatins,
We shall chat about those coils, tight and tense kinetochores,
Get the facts about nuclear membranes and magical sporophytes,
The why(s) of evolution, nomenclature, mammals, birds, and fishes,
The magnificent zygomatic arch, plasma cortisol, and catecholamines,
Because unlike you Biology I care about sperms, ova, and human being’s hormones.
Door arrives door disappears
Door deprives door shares
Had doors been toward one way only
Life would have lost its lustre
With one hand life provides
With the other life robs us
Life sometimes brutally divides
Some other time it is Mother Teresa
When my doors closed several times
I wept but didn’t stop reading poems
My chromosomes of hope kept me supporting
Till a shaft of sunlight brought new doors
The deep green Neem tree in my dream garden
Went into a dizzyingly birdless gloom
Leaves and flowers brutally plundered
Roots torn asunder in my room
But again one day the spring sun stopped by
Clouds called at its door with shower
In the windswept branches came contentment
Now I hug it in a happy deep breath
____________________________________________________
March 26, 2016
Neem is a tree in the mahogany family Meliaceae. It is native to India, Myanmar, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Malaysia and Pakistan. It grows in tropical and semi-tropical regions. Products made from neem have been used in India for over two millennia for their medicinal properties. They are said to be antifungal, antidiabetic, antibacterial, antiviral, contraceptive andsedative. Neem products are also used in selectively controlling pestsin plants. Neem is considered a part of Ayurvedic medicine. – Simple English Wikipedia
This is where my grief met Jeremiah's lamentations
OUR FATHER
As far as the east is from the west, that’s how far the Lord has removed our transgressions from us?
Why do I feel not far removed from my sins or the sins of others?
Suffocated by faults and indiscretions of human-ness that lacks discretion
Of fearlessness; the lack of intuition
Of childishness but a child born in the wrong time?
But God’s timing is always right?
Can you see this Lord?
Is heaven mastering this disaster only for our inferior minds to finally resurrect from the shambles?
And realise that You have been building us a new city all along.
I believe in the Author of fate so maybe that is where my hope springs from
Or from the crippling fear of the effects of reality
Disappointment
Shock
Is this how feeble we are as humans?
How our chromosomes, blood cells, alleles all created from dust can just wither away when one gust of wind comes before we can find shelter
How our intangible thoughts are invisible holograms that effect nothing
Our father who art in heaven should we lose faith while we are on earth because there is plenty in heaven?
Will we make it the pearly gates with our infirm humanly wrongs and all the cavities punctured in our teeth
And speak to the guardians in low tones of how we praised the Creator on earth forgetting to mention how our own faults in the sweetened land He placed us in; have led us to corroded incisors
We consume more sweetened sin than soured heaven.
I cannot stare at my reflection in the mirror because I feel like a ghost
And legend has it that once the undead return they leave no shadow
They simply exist among other human humans
Who put status updates on their whatsapps saying ‘be still and know that I am God?’
It is easy to be transfixed in the same position when the walls around you are not caving in
I feel I have been saying much without saying anything,
Because maybe this conversation should just be between me and Him
But I do not know what to say to Him
My human human-ness has failed me once again
So maybe He could just look into my laden heart, desperate thoughts and fearful mind
And decide where I can go from here
Where they can go from here
Where we can go from here...
For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever
Amen.
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
Impress me...
Along the path planet Earth once spun
Exists an empty orbit around the sun
I’ll give you nothing, but stardust
To recreate a haven, to pass this test
Surprise me...
I’ll give you nothing, but primordial soup
A desert, a rain forest, to evolve an ape
Out from thin air, capture a lightning bolt
To power all your future needs on this planet
Learn the secrets of the universe...
Everything known is powered by solar energy, a clean fuel
All the molecules that don't understand this are fossils
Your cocoon is launched, your womb safe from harm
The mother ship preserves your life like a sacred farm
Brightest your tomorrows...
I’ll give you only 23 chromosomes to evolve 100’000 genes
An infinite number of mutations to birth all manner of geniuses
Build me metropolitan cities from caves and burrows
Give me a substance, to launch dreams out of this furrow
Pained and shamed, parents looked at her
an enormous burden, not their lovely daughter
Her brothers were fed milk and cream
she tasted them daily,but in her dreams
Boys were sent to school with uniforms and books
she stayed back, scrubbing and cleaning dirty nooks
Still a child,they hastily arranged her marriage
too anxious to relieve themselves of the baggage
She weaved her new life with patience
head hung low always in obedience
Soon she learnt she was pregnant
‘Baby’ the word felt warm and fragrant
Dreams of the baby filled her nights
already hugging it in her arms tight
Showered with unprecedented care and love
she couldn’t thank enough the heavens above
They took her to the clinic that ominous day
“It’s a girl”, she heard the doctor shamefully say
An acrid potion was forced brutally down her throat
Female feticide is still rampant in lands remote
Female feticide or termination of pregnancy based on gender is still prevalent in India,China and other Asian countries.
Written on:07/07/2016 for Brian Davey's contest "Evil is Everywhere"