Best Gmo Poems


Premium Member Pigeon Poop

What if I told you things aren't
what they used to be.

What if I told you clichés
are not always "for the birds"

That the Clichés cling for
a reason and have clung long.

Show me your truth sandwich;
What ingredients did you use?

Smoked lunch meat and cheese
Did you eat that, digest that?

What if I told you cheese is plastic
And ain't what it used to be?

And chicken feed ain't, flies and grain 
But Plastic and GMO corn instead.

Don't feed the pigeons, says the sign.
But we don't eat the pigeons here.

So we feed them, and they eat 
bits of truth that we now turn down, 

Pigeons fly around downtown, 
Without true food, without the truth.

Show me your truth sandwich;
What ingredients did you use?
Peanut butter and Bananas?

Pigeons spread disease in excrement
With bits of nontruth, splattered all over;

Making a point about the truth the whole truth 
and nothing but the moot truth “So help you, Hanna"?

Cliché' may be our only reality, because little truths 
matter, relevance should never be Obsolete.

Big or small, the truth must massively
Combust into big explosions of honesty.

If you should turn your back on truth
You will be face to face with a lie.

The truth needs to matter again
Or nothing else will.

Premium Member A Weak State of Affairs

The people of the state oppressed 
should have a referdum by rights 
God given unto them by speech 
words draws the sword 
To back anything worth considering 
on this issue with the pros and cons 
highlighted truth a must 
Leaving nowhere for a reason to worry 
exposing side affects 
unto the genetic code nothing hidden 
as this is an elitist group 
Formed by bankers funding 
Trying to muscle into world trade 
with gmo foods and steroid filled beef 
with ill regards to human fatalities 
as money is the only agenda 
That knows no status or good will 
on the table that drives their engine forward 
before health is taken into consideration

Enter

enter
delete
only to remember
humbleness and humility
and the enigma of the motivation
and the direction of the action
the swing of the involuntary till it becomes voluntary
the taming of temptation
the civilization
the question of elevation and degradation
and the arrogance of shallow sophistication
the enlightment of deep simplification
it's the magic of the 360°
it's the taboo of trinity
threes, bees, and degrees.... did you get the metaphor eternity and trees
glossy tasting like sour cheese.....in the GMO trust that olfactory
you be to be
there's a missing factor why do you thing they wander with their protractor
enthroned is the distractor, he's the x factor conquering the e factor
so he brought the wonders of the fifth element
building the kingdom of the hologram for the new man, a kingdom of nothing, wonder if he fail or will he implement
they're for the constellation blue tent
woe to those who surrendered body and soul only to earn a bent rent
the dream is waking
the eyes are sleeping

Tamer Hossam


GMO

Before technology became widespread
Different ideas every person shed
Experiments were done, executed, conducted
Various discoveries from them resulted

Scientists were known for their countless contributions
Their unending research created new revelations
Genetically modified organisms for instance
Where food, plants or animals they tried to enhance

A sample of this is a modified tomato
The Flavr Savr as we commonly know
It was the first created GMO
Where ripening was made long and slow

Tomatoes are not the only food that's modified
But crops from the farms that they tested and tried
Golden Rice, Bt corn, papaya and potatoes
All rich in vitamins, including the tomato 

Plants weren't exempted from this vast improvement
StarLink ang Weathergard they managed to invent
They can adapt to their surroundings' condition
In terms of resistance to temperature depletion

A City Person's Ballad: Urban Versus Rural

Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.

Now, the city has been known to be a place of lights
But many have discovered many fights
And a violation of a list of human rights.
 
It is a place where so many people you meet
But people barely stand to properly greet
And will often look down at your feet.

-For this is a place one has to fight very hard to be heard,
To be respected and to get ahead.

You will further be told about finding so much gold
Though one soon learns that they grow old 
Before you can see it or at least hold.

It is also said to be a place of opportunity
Where one has to reach the possibility
To showcase their innate capability.

A place where you can reach for one's dream
But have to really always scream
To get hold of your cream.

Besides the frustration of daily traffic always bustling
You will in some ways be introduced to the game of hustling
If not being lured into the activity of gambling.

-This is because while fighting to be heard and ahead,
 you have to compromise your sense of morality to get what you want.

The city has clusters of buildings so high to tower
And various people on the mission of gaining power 
With the innocent and poor getting driven lower.

In the city, it is said that there is a lot of honey
Where you can either make lots of money
Or end up being called a donkey.

Many get attracted to the city's glitz and glamour
But then one learns that you have to do a certain favour
In order to keep up this fervour.

-On the contrary on the streets you see more beggars
And hawkers begging for cents.

When you are in the city it is vital to stay awake
And you will notice that most things are fake
And be sure to make no mistake.

-In the market you have a choice of buying organic vs non- GMO fruits or vegetables.
Whether to buy hundred percent hair products, make-up or household produces.

Along the way things remain the same
Very important not to forget your name
You just need to keep up with the game
Of being humble and tame
In order to win the fame.

-Now, one soon learns that they actually
Yearn for the peace and reality
Of rural countryside life.

God Is

God Is

God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not popular
spoken of often but
God is not popular
God 
Currently has multiple copyright infringement and slander cases in litigation
‘cause people keep on placing his name in the middle of nonsense
God is often imitated and killed daily
God finds your insanity boring
God laughs at what you think you know
God know you don’t know her
God ignores posers
Your ego slashed God’s tires
God is all dressed up with nowhere to go
God is the greatest dancer you’ve never seen
God is a beautiful wallflower 
Waiting on your call
Dios no hablo ingles
God is against comprehensive immigration reform
God is also against borders 
and inequitable sociopolitical and socioeconomic policies 
God is not capitalistic
God is not patriotic
God is not contemporary 
God is not cosmopolitan
God is a Sunda(zed) effigy
the Author rendered understudy by impostors
Perfection red lined and compartmentalized 
Prepackaged for your comfort and their control
God is not a GMO
God is not a seedless watermelon 
or a perfectly yellow and uniform bunch of bananas
God is not a Li-ger
God is not a Kentucky Fried Chicken wing
God is not at Chick Fil-A or Church’s chicken either
God is not a contradiction or a fictional promise
God is waiting at the end of our grey wavering 
God is not one of us
God is the true and living absolute 
God is love unequivocal 
the binary promise 
the timeless omni-dimensional logic appearing illogical to the finite senses 
God is exact and infinite
the mystery in which there is no intrigue
the balance in deed rendering speech meaningless
God is beyond question or renegotiation
God never whatever
God ever forever
The bearer of the standard that I strive to stand upon
The principle to which I wish to nearer draw
The here to there
The this to that 
The then now and ever in an instant
The all in all in which it all makes sense
the destination 
the road itself
and the motivation to keep on walking
© Karega Ani  Create an image from this poem.


How Bout Stoichiometry For a Conversational Hook

How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?

Nary a clue exists about
     the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
     taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated) 
     gluten free reaction,
     or forming a mean
compound, typically a ratio

     of whole integers umpteen
place holders long proudly,
     (albeit microscopically)
     swaggering analogous
     to a prideful
     home coming queen
walking with her beau
     appearing much older looking

     than a latte (drinking) teen,
the third word up above, (affright
full looking, isle
     lid lashing sorely,
     trying, torquing, and
     testing vision, i.e. eye sight),
where with insight
red left to right

across conventionally,
     sans persons write
ting, and/or read
     ding English, who might
live within neck of the woods,
     how zing this knight,
where the whirled wide webbing
     haint so bright

this smart aleck (comprised
     fancy title), excite
ting immediate uptight
reaction came to "light"
just in the nick of time
     to spur a sprite
lee chary reader to take
     pro nouns hubble flight

(at what the ĵ** -
     in reference quite
understandably to multi
     syllable chemical airtight
romance masquerade),
     this barred bard did write

unfamiliar word, which undoubtedly
     triggered consternation,
     and fierce urge to bite
and/ or sentence this "FAKE" cur,
     who whiz unable to height
ten interest toward me senseless
     poetics with supreme delight.

Premium Member Genetically Modified Organisms

Have grocery stores become delivery systems?
Bearing insidious alterations in organ function?
I asked my local grocer-
"Please show me the labelling of GMO products you carry"
His reply-
"I'm not responsible for the content you consume"
My reply-
"Fair enough, who is"
His reply-
"Way above my pay grade, buddy"
My reply-
"Then your response is...buyer beware?"
His reply-
"Your words, not mine"
From that moment I decided, food

....is the new wild west

Wood Chew Believe Aye Took Stock

Wood chew believe aye took stock...?

Upon a whim, an endeavor
arose to communicate
cumulative key whatchamacallit,
yea...nuggets o' wisdom, asper
about yours truly no reason, nor

rhyme unwinding, tooling sputtering
most vexing mystery more
baffling than any whodunnit,
asper in this ole rattle trap to whit,
which drab filler hoop fully doth newt

induce thee to vomit
while this true bore doer sits here twit
tilling thumbs, one doubting Thomas
addresses, (albeit favoring abridged titbit
alphabetized list), I attempt (collusion

gluten, GMO free), aye solicit
motley fool, not to accrue superprofit
unbiased worded atypical, bohemian
rhapsodizing non mercurial portrait
most challenged since umpteenth orbit

whiling away this last May 2019 Tuesday
around nearest star circle game
impossible mission exit
or at least until after exhausting
without courting death
senescence to delimit.

ME? ANTI THE FOLLOWING::>

aggression, alcohol, apartheid, authoritarianism,
billboard, bureaucratic, censorship, church,
cigarette, anticlericalism, anticolonialism,
commercialism, communism, conglomerate,
conventional, corporate, corruption,

counterfeiting, crime, cruelty, cult, defamation,
diarrheal, dogmatic, dumping, elitism,
establishmentarianism, fascism,
fashion, formalist, fraud, fur, guerilla, gun,
hierarchical, hijack, hunter, king, illiterate,

litter, lynching, macho, materialism, militarism,
miscegenation, monarchical, monopolist,
mosquito, nationalist, nepotism, noise, nuclear,
obesity, pesticide, plague, pollution, poverty,
racist, racketeering, rape, religion, revolutionary,

riot, royalist, sexist, shoplifting, slavery, smog,
smoker, smuggling, snob, subversive, tax,
terrorist, theft, tobacco, totalitarian, violence,
vivisectionist, welfare.

What About You?

How Can I Get Bored

There's nothing to write about!
I have thoughts for heart 
opinions for stirring
ambition for blood
and inspiration for flurring

But still, there's nothing to write about
even though these thoughts are more than a motherboard 
on media influence 
HUMAN RIGHTS!
antibiotics and cloning
healthcare and race
how about the presidential debate?!

Is there anything not started yet
how about the GMO project
bullying and religion
babyboomers verses millenials
immigration or bullying
or the universe?!!
homelessness obesity and violence
healthcare human trafficking and finance

The media influence too! 
scandals unfold and fold
stories told and untold
keep up with this pace 
before it's erased
it's a race to know how it's laced

A topic of contrast is 
with some of the same
(my favorite, no shame)
Love! 
That's what I'll write about

Love will always exist and persist
it's wished for and treasured
adored liked and desired
yet fought over, torn
and turned ashes with fire

Premium Member I Might Try Some Alternative News

Bring me reality, spare the insanity; preening and vanity
Do.! Its purpose I’d rather gather not
Twaddle and flatter; For ..!!
Really I’m open of view.’ I don’t want TV Docs
I want info that rocks’
Can I see some groundbreaking news?
Not acres of smiles, subterfuge and all wiles
I’d really like fair enough news,
It’s all panstick and slapstick and soundbites
And asterisks’ not to mention a grimness
That’s part of the brew, it seems the
Devil’s own cauldron is stirred to a fault
On the screens that are owned by a few
Do you think there might be?
Something better to see,
Have you ever thought
That there could be? an antidote to suggestion
Of gloomy dimensions, surely
It might just so be?
Not just medics with millions
With their bosses owning zillions
Who paid for their very degree?
Remember GMO in your food from Monsanto
But I guess; that’s already old
News … a week’s not a long time in your view; or maybe mine?
But in some circles, it’s a vital in-tu; intuition.. Revision in the dark
Winter tradition'  ya’ know maybe it’s all doctored views?
Hey no smiling or laughing or back slapping,
Singing or dancing.
Unless you are in on the ruse.

©Joe Maverick 30-1-2022

Population Control

Death by firing squad is the old way
Using gas chambers, that area’s grey
Dropping big bombs, now that’s child’s play
Compared to the methods they use today

They’re killing people in their own homes
With tasty treats full of hormones
Microwave radiation into their bones
And straight to the brain using cellphones

Right out of the womb there’s a vaccination
If you got a “problem” there’s a medication
They got the water supply with fluoridation 
And chemtrails in the sky crisscrossing the nation

In this day and age it’s hard to hide
From G.M.O. “food” and pesticide
Or animal meat with steroids inside
Consuming this stuff is like suicide

Death rates from cancer are enormous in size
Every few seconds somebody dies
We need to know truth instead of the lies
It’s time to wake up and open our eyes

Too many people need a hospital bed
And to get one costs some serious bread
You must stay conscious and one step ahead
Before you find that you’re the one dead
© Lee Bates  Create an image from this poem.

The Pleasure of Sleep

upon waking from a splendid plunge 
   into the depths of deep dreamy restful sleep
anchors away set adrift this body electric, 
   which succombed instantaneously 
   (without counting sheep)
nor joining the make belive rank and file world 
   with the likes of little bo peep

an immediate notion arose 
   to latch onto and ignore 
   this most delightful, flight of fancy deed
(not dirty nor done dirt cheap), 
    but a natural function 
   one cannot overdose nor excede

the USDA quotidian requirement, 
   where cares and concerns 
   of an uncertain world freed
yet an asolute bare necessity for stayin' alive 
   plus richly textured unrivaled vista devoid of greed
additionally cost and gluten free, NON GMO, 
   zero caloric effortless need

   (words of caution to take seriously to heart), 
   and note that if one doth not yield, but sure to read
   the small print affixed like a label each mind
   forcing to squeeze out every metaphorical 
   drop of open eyed juice  
   perhaps resorting to meth or speed

   that silent slurred speech, physical lashing, 
   head dropping fatique 
   will invite Halloween aparitions, delusions, 
   grand hallucinations, et cetera 
   as if one smoked wacky weed

the forces of anatomical and physiological 
   heft will take charge ahoy
and blast at top notch nautical surge, 
will wrest control against blistering, 
   festering against withering heights
   delivering balms away at feeble attempts 
   to retain losing battle to remain alert oh boy
no matter how much effort summoned, 
   (even feigning wakefulness as a decoy)

the trappings of oblivion 
   i.e. sinking into profound dreamland, 
   whether an individual ascribes to be Jew or goy
which Maxwell House maxim 
   “the key to better relationships may be more sleep”
no mortal ought to take lightly, 
   but pay heed lest the grim reaper doth creep
stealthily and scythe lent lee steal 
   a haggard skiff of flesh and bone 
   whereat  corporeal essence no more 
   will there be for the soul to keep.

Snaggletooth the Snitch

We (me and the missus)
live in a decent
accommodations low income
quite modest rent,
which facility lacks no shortage
of gossip mongers

with mail delivery the major event
many old people smelling of unguent
faux superman thumping chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders feigning to be affluent,
and self important as former

triple secret double agent
yeah, minus the snitches,
the one bedroom apartment
at highland manor ranks
as most satisfactory ascent
to appease our taste, and

general environmental ambient
aspects compared to other
housing situations of ours
so, despite most every nosy, ancient
snooty, hoity toity...tenant,
particularly one butch herd gal

with a cock eyed louey, facial accent
a perfect spectacle for circus big-tent
single bucked sharp front tooth
sparkles, mocks, glistens...
as if brushed with Pepsodent
of course displayed "FAKE"

seventh heaven-sent
friendliness, when poor us
near being penniless with only tencent
experienced a warm welcome
a short time after moving here
but demeanor thereafter went

postal - stamp ping like the dickens
as if yours truly an unrepentant
sin nurse stir jokester,
nonetheless  minds hateful words adamant
lee averse to cast aspersions,
cuz a friendly gesture linkedin
with my preference to be cogent

practicing what this atheist doth silent
lee preach, sans attempt tubby tolerant
in the face of someone belligerent
attentive to mine credo, dogma, ethos...
while alive in this world be tolerant
of others, whether he/ she wuzzent
pleasant still recalling days of yore,

I felt disgusted with myself when hell-bent
to hurl expletives (adding insult to injury)
if somebody bad mouthed me,
thus object lesson not requiring fervent
fanatical religious fervor
plus gluten free and NON GMO
improving health of Clark Kent.

Chief Complaint

Doctors getting exposed like popes,
Caught pulling the rope a dope,
Falling down the entropic slope,
No integrity - can't cope,
Seats of power to dethrone,
Why don't y'all extradite your own?
If ya catch a sleeper near ya,
Take that tommy peeper,
To the nearest theatre,
And expose that creature,
Its the latest greatest feature,
In reality media,
Put it on wikipedia,
We like, "Dawg, we hear ya!"
Stuff ain't black and white,
So let's punk these zebras,
Walkin' 'round like libras,
How 'bout we take their medicine,
To debilitate libidos,
Of ghouls in tuxedos,
Friggin' neato,
Now let's stop the peep show.

We gon' Murder, lazy suckers in art,
Not in the streets, are you a stinking sweet tart?
Be smart, avoid Agents Provocateurs,
Lessons learned from disturbed dealings with nerds,
I'm jealous of every one of you free punks,
Livin' lux' cuz you learned math and redux,
Methodology, just watchin' the flux,
Making rational decisions and earning big bucks,
Sucks to me be me cuz I'm a sensitive nut,
Driving the short bus right into a rut,
I once thought I was a cut above the rest,
Perhaps blessed,
But when putting faith to the test,
I found a lot of hex, and now maybe I'm vexed,
I realized my faith wasn't in myself,
It was in the rest,
So I went on a quest to discover why I felt,
And my feelings lead me straight to hell.

OMJeepers creepers,
Would ya get a load of these sheepish creatures?
Could ya set a tone of leaner demeanor?
Should ya live by the vote of some evil geezers?
I'm gettin' at the throat of some evil deeds,
I'm pullin' out weeds like, "who planted these?"
Some GMO seeds, like, "do we really need these?"
These things we see have an invisible leash,
I breath, I eat, I sleep, I compete,
I discriminate based on character for real,
No Little Bo Peep gon' convince me,
That skin means stink,
Look sir, I'm free,
To use intuition to see into you,
Sleuthin' through the politics that consume you,
Communistic who's who protruding through all the doo-doo,
You know this, Excentrix is super glue sticky dude.

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