Best Genes Poems
Why is diahrrhoea known as ‘the runs’
When it makes you sit on the loo all day
Oh hang on a minute, I’ve got to go …oh heck I must rush
The contents of my stomach need to pour out of my tush
English spelling used*
13th November 2014
Kimberly who lives in the Philippines
Fell in love with a handsome marine
Got married had a kid
Resembled a squid
Think sea water was to blame not her genes
(All in fun sweet lady)
© Jack Ellison 2015
Genesis means the beginning
Root word gene, the blueprint of life
So...In the beginning, of the seventies
There were jeans.
Now try to follow this
Jeans cover our bodies, but,
Our bodies are made of genes
Skin covers our bodies like jeans do
But, skin is made of genes too
We all have life, so the blueprints inside of us
So...genes have the blueprint inside
Jeans are printed blue outside
From genes come the word generation
Every generation loves jeans
Unless they are blue genes
That's when they're sad
Humans we are all living breathing genes
We were made by a Creator, a Designer
So in a way we are all wearing designer genes
And sometimes we also wear designer blue genes
That's when we're sad
Babies when they are born what are they?
Brand new designer genes
A teenager what is he?
Lightly used designer genes
A tired old man what is he?
Worn out and wrinkled designer genes
I feel sorry for the stone washed,
Acid washed, hard pressed
Steam ironed, left in the freezer, blue genes
Because not only has he had a hard life
He's also kind of sad.
November 22,2015
For open contest
The Monk and His Genes
George Gregor Mendel.
Socialized with beans and tendrils.
He never planned to marry
After he and genes did tarry.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
Nothing in me is Her
Yet everything in me is Of Her
Nothing in me is Him
Yet everything in me is Of Him
Nothing in me is Them
Yet everything in me is Of Them
They are all gone now
And
I miss them.
This is what I mean
From his father he has had
Juicy humour genes
Jeans look so genial
Specially the Jeans turtle
At the Jeanie mart
Are you feeling low
May try Gene Krupa solo
And feel how leaves grow
Also may see him
I mean General Gene, for
Boost in dopamine
Jeans for the Genes day
Brings thrill to children who are
Heritably ill
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March 25, 2016
Wordplay extravaganza - Poetry Contest
I wish I had her genes...
She is so much prettier than I.
She has long, soft blonde hair,
and sparkling blue eyes.
But if I looked like her,
would I be me?
Would I have the same thoughts?
The same dreams?
Or would I just be her,
and not realize who I used to be?
If I was her and she was me,
would she think the same?
Would I wish to be her?
Would she wish to be me?
No, I would not wish that on her,
I would not dare.
So I'll just sit and wonder,
who would I be,
if I had her genes?
Poe, Coleridge and Blake she read to me
A child of five sitting on her big sister’s knee
Lights out at night, but Shakespeare’s stories she told
Listening intently, I heard Moby Dick’s tale unfold
But Dad’s storytelling skills were very strong
He made them up as he went along
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write
Imagination was my fantasy flight
Atlantis and unicorns intrigued me so much
I wrote of them hoping other hearts to touch
Short stories at age ten, first play at nine
Writing my personality did define
Novels came later, then poetry too
Learning new forms, my interest grew
I like to think this is a family trait
And I am just following the gene pool’s fate
*For Michael’s “What brought you to poetry?” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
GENES.
Galloping in body
Gain characteristics
Gear up heredity
Govern peculiar traits
Ground parental glimpses
Gaily offspring reflect
Gadget for legacies.
Contest-PLEAIDES-G
Sponsor-Kim Merryman.
3/11/2016
Treat every female with respect
Never let one suffer neglect
Your Family Tree
Makes it plain to see
That each one will somewhere connect!
Been a graphic designer since the age of eighteen
Now eighty and still at it which surely ain't routine
Still get high grades
Enjoy the accolades
This insatiable drive is still alive in my genes
© Jack Ellison 2016
Sue bought 'skinny' jeans
In a plus size twenty six
It's quite ironic!
4th April 2017
More lamenting from that "Mediclueless" hypochondriac...
Sensitivity, sensitivity,
I've got it in spades, head to toe.
I'm sure my sensitivity's passed down genetically
From ancestors long, long ago.
It's the epitome of exquisite agony,
And I suffer it more than my due.
Or could be I'm the progeny of poetic pedigree,
Which might explain why I'm sensitive, too.
Sensitive toenails, sensitive fingertips,
Sensitive arches of feet,
I'm convinced that my intense sensitivity's
Making my life incomplete.
Sensitive eyelids, sensitive earlobes,
Sensitive dimples and hair,
Can't stand the bright noonlight, or even the moonlight,
I just can't take me anywhere.
Sensitive elbows, sensitive wrist joints,
Sensitive ankles and knees,
That's the sensitive whole of me, in its entirety…
Won't somebody just shoot me, please?
'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
(Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)
Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal
Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent
Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved
Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance
Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest
13th January 2021
Written for Contest: Terza Rima Quote
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
Earlier in the day, dipped
into a little Thucydides,
and revived my memories of
Corinth and Corcyra.
Alliances and duplicity,
trophies taken and lost,
innocents slaughtered handily,
for revenge,
and thoughts of Syria
and Fallujah came to mind.
Things in THAT part of the world
don't seem to ever change.
Watched a piece on road rage,
recently,
about tailgating and cut-offs,
and stop sign stand-offs,
families killed in cross walks,
bicyclists crushed and
carnage sometimes for miles.
Ending with a well spoken
man in prison orange
who said he could do
nothing else, but
accept a single digit challenge.
Whose only regret was
that he had.
been there,
at the time.