Best Mitochondria Poems
Inside Out
The mighty mitochondria make ATP,
Without which there’d be no you or no me.
From glucose, bonds break and energy flows,
Through various molecules, energy goes.
From foods that you once eventually ate,
ADP gets another phosphate.
It can reproduce when only one,
(But all by itself, that can’t be much fun.)
The round DNA in them that is found,
Is the same as bacteria that today are around.
But it still retains its original way,
And replicates with its own DNA.
Ribosomes also, like bacteria’s of course.
Of their proteins, they are the source.
The ribosomes that it uses to make its protein,
Are just like bacteria’s, when close up are seen.
And these proteins, they are very old,
Like those of bacteria, so we are told.
Two membranes it has and the problems that posed,
Until the thought, it was once phagocytosed.
The bacterium was phagocytized, no lysosome engaged,
They started living together with no one enraged.
And because at the start, the lysosome did fail,
Now two membranes remain to suggest this tale.
And so it is true,
With chloroplasts too.
The same type of tale,
Just not being pale.
These are plain green,
And easily seen.
From sunlight and carbon they make a compound,
That their mitochondria can then break down.
For their mitochondria work just the same,
To make ATP, the name of the game.
Endosymbiosis is the name of the game,
Many people don’t get it and that’s a real shame.
It’s more than just two things living together,
It made them both quite different and better.
A few billion years past, both were living,
A cell and bacterium, each one giving.
What does it matter, why do we care?
Because with endosymbiosis, evolution does share.
The bacterium had talent in making ATP,
And became mitochondria in both you and me.
Categories:
mitochondria, science,
Form:
Verse
I leave school when I was seven
So I don’t have much education
Always use my commonsense
To help me in life’s situations
But it never bothered me before
My bad grammar and spelling
Because even when I make mistakes
You still understand my story telling
But since I meet this girl
Was Like a few days ago
I been trying to impress her
With some big words I didn’t know
She has a PhD, doctor of philosophy
Studying psychology, biology, Biotechnology
Also botanology, criminology, climatology
And astrology, archeology .meteorology
So when she asks what I do
I was to embarrass to say
That I write poems and stories
And post on face book everyday
So I ask her how the weather is
And I try to change the subject
But I know the next time I see her
She won’t let me get out of it
So I search on Google whole night
Also Bing, yahoo. And Wikipedia
I see lots of words I don’t under stand
Like phagoctsis and mitochondria
Well I wake all night researching
To find out the meaning of it all
I learn its some kind of DNA cell
To function in plants and animal
Man I really want to impress her
Because I really like this girl a lot
But Sunday when I her under a tree
Every thing I memorize I forgot
But she was reading a book
A book of poems by kaz Ishmael
But she didn’t t know it was me
Because it had no picture in the profile
She said “suicide letter “is sad but romantic
She didn’t know that true love still exist
And she’s not impressed with educations
She just wants to be love like this
So I lay on the grass beside her
And tell her my complete life story
And today we are getting marry
In the presence of god and our family
When you find love its really amazing
And true love will never die
We are off to our honey moon now
Time to end this poem and say good bye
Categories:
mitochondria, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Illuminatus
I don't know how a prisoner fits in a cell
how the matrix of justice gives energy
to the inner thoughts using mitochondria
the dentist never seems to smile
the chemist does not like fire wax
and politician does like logic
like the mathematician
I don't know how many planes a pilot flies
over the Atlantic
aligned to the meridian
to the upper half of the hemisphere
at the top..a nipple
it was the hand of the child
and suckling of love
So we meet the lawyer
perusing the journal of a psychiatrist
who argues the existence of psychic energy
yet it seems the mist misses spirituality
and the ghostly scenes are unjust to conformity
so help him God
he has already lost the case
Here I am a feeble poet
playing with mind of logistic
creating planes and vertices
graphs of time in the fourth dimension
I fell in love yesterday but I feel it now
its time against matters
what matters against reality
as I write creativity rules logic
So here I am
applying ohms law on the smartphone
as long as electrons have kinetic energy
concentrated to diffuse for potential difference
it will light
this love that diffuses from this heart
if you re creative..create an electromagnetic spectrum
illuminate love
magnetise the unlike poles
choose the path of least resistance like electricity
and shine the sky
for NASA to study
for you re a universe
science dreams as fiction
©Riddle Code
Categories:
mitochondria, creation,
Form:
Ode
Daily Poetry #59, March 28, 2017
Word: Mitochondria
108 billion people, and still, life just plays on repeat,
It’s grown so dull that we don’t care who we meet.
Just a pile of meat steaks and trash bags,
We mindlessly make it through as the day drags.
206 bones in my body, and yet, I don’t feel strong enough,
Though you tell me I’ll make it, crush me, I’m not tough.
Watch the clock tick until your favourite show comes on,
And sit down to waste away until you’re gone.
100 billion cells in the brain, and yet, I’m still useless,
As my head is full of nonsense, for I’m choice less.
Stab me in the head with a spoon, and candy will spill,
For that’s how corrupt I am, through pain, I smile still.
10 million billion mitochondria in my body, and yet, I’m not working,
All around you, let’s dance and laugh, as they’re lurking.
Wait for everything to completely disappear before you laugh,
Or you may be labeled different and cut in half.
108 billion people, and still, nothing changes,
Choking down emotions as everything rearranges.
“What’s your name?” I smile at such a dumb question,
And laugh until it hurts from death of asphyxiation.
Categories:
mitochondria, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
Lynn Margulis is perhaps most remembered as the wife of Carl Sagan
Expected to be wife, mother, companion and last of all - scientist
But Lynn Margulis, under Sagan’s basket, would not hide
Her light would shine – Call it a Woman’s Pride?
A radical with a cause who forsook
The path that other’s took
Stood tall in defending evolution
But not theories proposed by some.
Perhaps a doppelgänger had invested her body and mind
For there was no one else (like her) of equal kind.
She had visions and could see
What’s obscured to the likes of you and me.
In the biological world, chaos reigned
How to bring peace to this troubled kingdom?
Milestones of Abiotic synthesis of DNA, RNA, proteins,
Reproduction and photosynthesis had long sense past.
But how could evolution render life,
That would be past on to generations more.
She envisioned an organism evolving
That included means for mystery solving.
Life’s turmoil required a need for energy
Free from the sun’s erratic glow
She proposed a solution
To evolution’s problem.
A mother cell could replicate with a whim.
Containing an energy dynamo
That would fuel the cell
Based on ATP generated within.
Margulis found in bacteria of another sort
Where conversion of chemicals occurred
To ensure synthesis and reproduction.
Ingest those cells whole and make them dependent in addition.
Give up chloroplast dependent on the sun
To make the system run
And convert life giving chemicals within.
Evolution of Man had begun.
Mitochondria!
Categories:
mitochondria, science, woman, women,
Form:
Verse
You are the fuel of my lantern
The Moon of my sea
The reef of my ocean
The trout of my stream
You are the oasis of my desert
The sole star of my sky
The jewell of my shirt
The pearl of my shell
You__ the trout of my stream
The chocolate of my cake
The mitochondria of my cell
The fruit of my shake
Only if you knew the affinity that I hold for you
Forever we will moor on heaven's shores for sure
~17-10-21
(For I love you poetry contest by Eve)
Categories:
mitochondria, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The interviewer is water colored...green.
The artist, antiqued abstract.
He probes for her deepest sable secrets.
She offers pale nothings from her musky attic retreat-
He nibbles away with baby teeth.
She slugs him in his ochre gut.
With vague stone frogs croaking from
the cracks of black souled mountain tops.
Her being lies in the shadow of shadows.
Briefly Exposing its oily head
From ancient mind scribbles and mayhem.
The path to her treasures is overgrown.
With the bluest bile and hungry thorn.
He's too soft -to green to ever see.
To bushwhack and bleed.
To seek the trail head.
Like she slashed and bled
'til her soul was partly cleansed-
He's unable to see what she clearly saw.
So back and forth they go.
Into a see-saw nothingness...
Goddess of abstract - watercolor man
A dead end of a dance.
Her aurora left her long ago.
Seeping lovingly into her paintings.
An explosion of mental mitochondria.
Hanging from dingy gallery walls....
She places her wrinkled flower face.
Deep into her burnt sienna soul...
The interviewer has been flayed.
The interview is over.
Categories:
mitochondria, art,
Form:
Free verse
the greenland shark can be seen around greenland
and the brain begins to slow at 24
my brain fully developed in primary school
but my face has yet to do so
toxins in the air juxtaposed with the fermi paradox
rivers of mercury and winston churchill's parrot
i want to move to monaco
where all the mitochondria gyrates
the school don't ask me to host the christmas party
they ask the long-legged wood elf of a pe teacher
but i'm teaching romanticism
and still want to join the circus
Categories:
mitochondria, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
All of a sudden I miss a step
And then you excuse me the lack of continuity
He dragged me here, taking me by my hair and then asked me to leave some space in me to handle all of his dirt.
To exchange.
I could be stronger getting fat in my tower.
I could be stronger but then I recognize there's no need.
'We found love in a hopeless place' but then again it was all about deserts when we were somewhere else.
- - -
They told me you were standing over his dead body
But now you're unlocking my valves
They told me you were standing over his dead body
But now you're making my rivers flow
Some of it is yours
And some of it is mine
The guilt in between us is circling around
Sometimes it's all yours
Some of it remains mine
I put myself in your hands
Staining you with my glitter
But then I remind myself to go back home
There was a break in me
That's left me hopeful
I was flowing in your hands
And now I'm lying on a cloud
With our rights in my pocket
Gods were eager to give me answers
But there was little left of me
He took my grounds where I used to flower
But then you came and I let you in
That's just all that he's left for me in his will
He'd sworn he wouldn't let me out alive
- - -
Are you a satanist miss? What? I'm a little snake between your sheets, I'm a ladybird sitting on a leaf, I talk to you about ways I die, my puppy and cooking, I get weirder day by day, there was a connection and then I jumped on it with all my weight. I'm here because I'm a girl with daddy issues and it's my entrance pass. He took pins and pushed me to the ground. We do things for grown ups and oh my God, you're so young but I forget to blush so I guess it's all good. People made me feel guilty for growing up, are they doing the same to you?
I place myself in the queue then I grow weary and even my body is reluctant to stay.
I wash my hair every day and you start accepting my existence as a part of your reality. All my breathing cells. All my syntheses, my mitochondria as I can't accept how they react to you so I leave them and you alone.
It was mine but then they started eating it by piece by piece and the fear's crippled me. I was expecting a breakdown. I've had of enough apples to look this young and now I'm made of candy. They told me you kill people, well, I'm a girl who's forgotten to die.
Categories:
mitochondria, lust, magic, pride, romance,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Do you believe in miracles
Do you want the angels to land on your eyelids
Does it feel like a frosty breath is merely a conglomeration
And simultaneous expulsion of ghosts
The shared air of time
Elements refuse to expire
I believe we are the miracles of many elemental interactions
The essence of the deepest bonds
We can dance easily when hands intertwine
You are the gods
The fire from within the mitochondria proves it
Dust of the sun
With a dusting from the cosmos
Green life
Blue life
Blue-green algae
Yes
Categories:
mitochondria, allusion, imagery, journey,
Form:
Free verse
The fireworks glaze the corners of my eyes
But I can't see, the bombs falling all around me
The rushing blood pumping through my legs
I can feel glaucoma coming with every scream
Grasping the chalky stone near my knees
A black sky, alight with frozen mitochondria
A gibbous moon passes this outer lined disease
Clenching my chest, a latrine of hypochondria
Walking back through the city for my apartment
Bumping into each bystander my indifference can reach
Lossless complaints printed upon a crinkled parchment
My apathetic tendencies swim through this tar soaked beach
Preparing my makeshift bed and wishing I could pretend
That soaking my throat in lorazepam will melt my ice cold cornea
That this melting pillow will strip all my split ends
That this night wouldn't suffer from mental palinopsia
Categories:
mitochondria, absence, anxiety, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Most laboratory mischievous
was a petri dish birth of the patent soulless
Retrograde thought waves,
cold stream of computer code consciousness
Clone algorithm doppelgänger breathe
into a body of artificial intelligence theory
Hollow cranial cavity
filled with synthetic mitochondria propagation —
Grey matter reversal movement,
Neanderthal cortical activity cybernetic
Experimental genome project,
primeval opaque was the ethical manifest
Microchip implants
rooted in Pleistocene motive —
Darwinian conquest: Amygdala tool
was nano technological,
at its terabyte best
Cerebrum devolution was a scientific success!
Test tube pre-cogs
predict a quark-y future gray
Matter of terminal importance
on a backward timer delay
Mesozoic void was the synaptic quantum leapfrog
Cerebral core of humanity drifting away
on a data entry log
Into the primordial fog
of a deity devoid day
10-28-21
Categories:
mitochondria, allegory, humanity, science, visionary,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
you were stealing me from myself
my mitochondria, a little under the name,
while I was unmoored, talking to a mirror
who did not recognize me, caked in heat and dust
touching my tissues and blood
under the ignited roof of the tower,
walking with crutches to wipe the tears,
religion, open pyres, I am still stained
near a lantana thicket, amorous, talking
to death, pirates grabbing the winds,
migration of a whole waxed population
in black air
stalkers have a corrugated mind and
serial killers a mournful voice
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
mitochondria, art,
Form:
ABC
I think of you, mother.
I think of you, grandmother.
Only three castings forward of our mitochondria over 100 years.
I think past you, grandmother,
to your mother,
and her mother,
and beyond.
The unbroken hawser of female to female.
Back so far afore the scouring of mountains,
the rising of seas, the comings and goings of saber-tooths and mastodon.
Back through time, when at one moment we were something else.
Then, in the belch of birth... the human genome.
I think of that vestige of our inimitable femininity that is unchanged...
Woman to woman to woman.
Who was the first who raised her hand in rage and fear,
in this unique humanity,
against her daughter?
Woman to woman to woman.
I am the last daughter, a Y for my X, a son.
Woman to woman to woman
would stand aghast when I said...
I do not know how to love. Take him; I do not know how to love.
I tried, but I am the last daughter,
and I will not succeed.
Mother to mother to mother to daughter.
I do not know how to love.
I am the last, the ultimate daughter.
I will not pass our inimitable femininity.
I am the ultimate daughter.
I will pass abundant amnesty.
Categories:
mitochondria, daughter, forgiveness, introspection, woman,
Form:
Free verse
i see the city from a high drift
all those shimmering lights
somewhere out in that sea of halogen and high wattage
you exist
i have an idea where
but i'm not certain
the man-made horizon seems to shift
like a lazy breeze
sauntering through it
the mitochondria in my neurons
seem to sway with this motion
malfunctioning just a bit
as i feel your essence
but i am lost
and am but a mere cipher
on my lofty perch
a ghost swirling about in the air
ephemeral wisps caught
in the spines of the cacti
as i
look for hallowed grounds
should i go and excavate
the sidewalks that are traversed by the dead
in search of the occasional light
that shines from the eyes
of a cognate soul
or
should i go home
and lament over all the love lost
twisted over some fantasy of eternal
unquestioning love
the wind pushes
so now i'll just go where the metal box
with an accelerator and a steering wheel
takes me
Categories:
mitochondria, introspection, people, places,
Form:
Free verse