Best Dna Poems
Silken wings catch the light
Revealing natures hidden might
Should we retreat into the night
Or embrace Darwin's delight
Natures beauty needs no plan
Needs no God needs no man
Creating glory since life began
Birth to death forever will span
Written after seeing a photo of a butterfly posted by Casarah Nance
Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose —
a hyper-keen sense when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out on his responsibilities
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always tell
the impending sour cabbage signs —
The ***** scent in the air pregnant with crisis ...
rabbit feet had better odds,
than a roll of the dices
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Those hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
Pearl hip handles, he loved to caress
Hop aboard a bullet train,
when the bad news got belly swell
Twitchy nose rabbit hole escape
was his poker face tell
But one determined Alice
didn’t give
the baby carrot carriage subject a rest
Roger got tortoise marriage cold feet,
half-hearted turnip turtle vows
was his delay strategy best guess
Women said he was a tricky parent draft dodger,
his friends said it was in his rabbit DNA
The court affidavits all said his name was Roger,
the arrest warrant said he wouldn’t pay
Roger has good long hare instincts,
he’s Copperfield cool ... a Houdini Blondie
Angel Eyes bad you better not blink,
every time your back is turned, he gon flee
So deadbeat ugly he’s just a Tuco-hearted rat,
a kid welsher ain’t no rabbit doubt about that
The rabbit in his blood,
is simply hop-along run away DNA
He love to cabbage patch play,
but he hate to bacon lettuce pay
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Roger don’t like
looking at paternity suits,
it just give him the Dodger blues
Rabbits don’t care
to stay in one place too long ...
in a standstill
That just ain’t how their feet DNA think
And those angry Alices kangaroo purse pouches,
holding those court-ordered papers unfriendly ...
they be pushing the Dodger to the brink
Roger’s an absentee parent wearing slipper slouches —
Hopping-mad child support check is an empty
Cassidy signature signed in invisible ink
I want to explain
How I feel about you
The thoughts in my head
How my heart feels too
Your mom and I joined
And you were already here
I came onto the scene
A little late, I fear
Just four months old
When we first met
"Who's this stranger?"
You were thinking, I bet
You woke up crying
And your mom was impressed
For I put you to sleep
Up against my chest
I fell in love with you
And took your mom as my wife
I remember those years
As the best in my life
Boy, was I jealous
When you met your "real" dad
I wanted to grab him
And yell at him so bad :)
We are married no more
Your mother and I
When I think about that
Sometimes I still cry
Many years have passed
My how you've grown
You're in high school now
And have your own cell phone
And tho we now live
Two states apart
I love you so much!
With all of my heart!
So remember you this
Miss Ashley Nicole....
You're my pride and joy
You're in my heart and soul
And I don't care
What people think or say
It matters not to me
Your true DA
With lots of love,
Dad
His
likeness
and lifestyle-
leapt out from a
book
and
left his
fingerprints
on a troubled
world.
They brought them back in the Age of Dust,
when crops failed and gods went quiet.
With DNA teased from marrow’s crust,
they rose--reborn, and violent.
In glass-born labs beneath dead cities,
the scientists whispered hope.
“Guardians,” they said, “not beasts nor pity,”
as they cut through time’s old rope.
But the wolves remembered ice and blood,
the hunt, the pack, the kill--
they moved like ghosts through ash and mud,
with a hunger time couldn’t still.
The world grew wild beneath their gaze,
old fences fell to claw and fang.
The sky turned gray for endless days,
and silence bloomed where children sang.
We learned to speak in signal fire,
to tread the earth with care--
for the alphas ruled from mountain spire,
and no one dares go there.
Now laws are written in howl and tooth,
in scent and scar and chase.
The price of playing God, in truth,
was the loss of the human race.
They roam where cities used to burn,
where glass lies sharp in bone--
and every full moon, we return
to pray they leave us alone.
Because I am a rose you expect me to be red
But I am black hope there’s much to be said
My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids
Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid
But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale
Comfy in my blackness no need to yell
Stigma and enigma due to my pride
Misunderstood figure refusing slight
My feet are planted in brown dirt
Inspiring romantic despite my hurts
Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries
DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries
Optimistic singing James Brown so loud
Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
There's plastic in the ocean
Plastic in the sea
There's plastic in the boatyard
Plastic in the bay
There's plastic in the gut of a turtle
Plastic in a mantaray
There's plastic in a gilt-head bream
Plastic in it's prey
There's plastic in a Landfill
Plastic in a seagull
There's plastic in the foodchain
Plastic in our DNA
Do Not Abuse
that which life has gifted,
determine? the soul determines!
Mad scientist access denied
geno bombs millions die
nuclear weapons
toxic gases,
pesticides -
now infantile genocide
mad scientist...with your
poisons and potions the ozone
layer now dangerously thin...
...human beings you now
want to destroy - destroy within...
...play God and change the
genetic code...
...gay people and others you
want to scientifically remove...
self distruct geno mode
prejudice...theres' a great
place to start...
and all the mindsets that
code for violence...in their
heart...of hearts
the world is not flat...
the world was never straight
screen self genotype-
activate sequence code
self distruct homo/les mode
self denial - xerox copy
disposable personality
I celebrate genre my gene pool
being gay is very cool
being gay is cool
if being gay is not the same
if being gay is different
if being gay is not like you
I like not being like you...
deoxyribo nucleic acid
I understand the mad mans
test tube...
...indeed...
...self impose Frankenstein...
stick to frogs and toads...
...there is a higher power
at work here...
be off with you...and take
your mumbo jumbo...
Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
More precisely, it fits nicely, as an acid, based,
in creatures big and small, it is the blueprint, how they're made.
The RNA is information carried in your genes,
it's found within the DNA that makes up you and me.
A Double Helix is the name of the shapely pattern,
that DNA will tend to make, it resembles a ladder.
The lines on the outside are two and are a crucial glue,
to hold the sides Nucleotides, a sugar phosphate group.
To each of these there are attached a molecule, you see,
Adenine, Thymine, Guanine, Cytosine,
Every part of you is made of cells you cannot see,
you could say the DNA is like a recipe.
This double helix ladder can easily unwind,
and wind again, it happens every time a cell divides.
Inside a cell, the DNA strands wrap up real close,
and organize into an x, behold, the chromosome!
Eukaryotic organisms like animals and plants,
use the nucleus of cells to store these precious strands.
-Of course there are so many places DNA is found,
Prokaryotes, like bacteria, spread it all around!
RNA is like a copy of a given strand,
and essential for an organism to expand.
In order to expand, the cells will have to split in two,
and once they do, the one that's old will be the same as new.
To achieve this feat a DNA strand must have proteins,
different binds of different kinds can all effect the coding.
DNA has shaped the way all life has evolved,
it is the blueprint, how we're made, creatures big and small.
Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
It made me what I am, and it made you be you,
now show DNA what YOU'RE made of,
and that you have some big plans to!
One-hundred percent Italian descent:
four grandparents crossed the ocean, went
through Ellis Island, from Italy sent;
my Italian roots, one-hundred percent.
But D N A samples now tested, ruled-
genetic ancestry can have you fooled!
With full Italian descent overruled-
gene structure in me- completely retooled.
Dumbstruck that percentages showed so clear
my pie chart was sliced- not a full sphere,
my mind was lost in this new-found frontier,
and wiped out ideas that I held so dear.
Through tests, my genetic past now revealed,
sixty-four percent Italian did yield!
Thirty-six percent now unconcealed
some ancestors came from lands far afield!
Mid-Eastern, Caucasus, Iberian too,
Some Jewish, Scandinavian, plus a few
chance Irish genes to mix up the brew.
My former beliefs are now so untrue.
But, soon I accepted this new-found me,
like others amazed, as shown on TV,
surprised, but excited as I can be-
with a varied, colorful, mixed ancestry!
April 19, 2017
Contest: Dumbstruck
Sponsor: Charles Messina
True facts: I received my Ancestry DNA
test results on April 1, 2017
Ohhh you don't have to pay
It's in Her DNA
What am I trying to say
It's in her DNA
Her DNA
What am I trying to say
You do not need Silicon
Said her DNA
my Girl Tawny Marie, Love your Mommy Forever.
Throughout
the
next
Life
And the cemetery was neglected,
The names on stones hard to read.
The only flowers were dandelions,
Still busily spreading their seed.
I came looking for my Grandma,
Whom I had never met.
My daddy had spoken of her
With a love I found hard to forget.
The weather or vandals had toppled stones,
Finding hers was perhaps a lost cause.
Until one grave seemed to call to me
Enough to have made me pause.
I brushed some of the soil from off the stone
And I read my grandma's name.
To find her in such a lonesome place
Seemed to me a dismal shame.
I looked at the grave, lying close to hers
And I found my own grandpa.
I knew how long he had lain there
Through hard winters and spring's thaw.
My daddy left them as a young man
To make a home in the West,
His folks wouldn't leave their little town
The place they loved the best.
The hard times came and Daddy
Couldn't get back to them very often.
When the money came it was too late.
Each of them was in his or her coffin.
I cleaned up the graves the best I could
And I left them lying there.
I knew that God had marked the spot
Of this good and loving pair.
I wanted to tell Daddy I'd found them
But he too is lying low
In a grave in the West where he'd made his home
But I feel somehow he'll know.
Written 5/15/16
.
DNA akin
Somewhere humanoid boundary...
Mind, will, emotion
Contest:Natural and Beyond!
Sponsor:John Freeman
IT’S IN BLACK AND WHITE BUT SOON IT WILL TURN INTO COLOR
You cannot be a dog if you’re a cat
You cannot be an elephant if you’re a monkey
You cannot make a zebra into a rat
And you can’t be a racist if you’re a junkie
Now give me a minute and I’ll fluently explain
A white dude will kiss the ass of any African American who has dope to end his pain
When a white man is dope sick color and place of origin don’t matter
Fat or skinny
Short, tall,
They’ve got to love them all
All the ones who’d join an army of white men to rape, humiliate and hate the African American
and hang them on twenty foot American Flag pole
With humiliation their united goal
And not a one of them would look back
But then there are junkies who have to bow to black
Believe me, there’s a reason they are selling dope
They got three babies to feed and he can’t find work
How can he get a job when he’s vying with someone lily white
Well, that ain’t right
Pulling the feathers off helpless doves
But if that dove be black and carries in his beak not a branch but half a pound of pure virgin
white heroin
Suddenly the dove flies once more
And that’s why more African Americans are forced to deal dope or become a whore
Because welcome to America African
So here’s how to eliminate racism and the rowdy ones who shoot and mean to kill
Get every white man in America hooked on heroin and suddenly he becomes subservient to his
master
Not the dope
But the African American he beseeches to sell him some stuff
The black man says “no” just to make whitey’s life tough
That’s why a white junkie cannot hate a black man because of his religion or race
And believe me that junkie is going to be humble and treat every black dope dealer with grace
Face to face
And that’s how to rid America of racism and it’s rhetoric
Because white men will tongue kiss a black dealer if that white man is dreadfully dope sick
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
Family history
Is mostly a mystery
To those researching their genes
Your DNA tree
Does not seem to be
Worth more than an hill of beans
Women toiled in the clover
With Neil Down and Ben Dover
And though it could be a bother
Despite every fear
DNA makes it clear
Someone had it in for your father!