Best Receptor Poems


Premium Member The Universe of Creativity, the Poet, and the Poem

Poetic lines
plucked out of the universe of creativity
a structure perhaps in place.

The poet's mind
a receptor
like a television receiving radio waves.

A message and a form emerges and a pattern appears
then to be arranged and carefully designed
like a quilter creating a quilt.

Further guided to play with words and structure
so as to fine tune
like a musician fine tuning a musical instrument.

The poet beckoned
by the universe of creativity
summoned to create the poem.



N/A - Brian Strand - All Yours (Apr 14) Poetry Contest
Categories: receptor, poems,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Rejection

Fear of rejection can come to us all
Feeling alone like facing the wall
All the outside just staring in
If only they could see what is within 
Not feeling the spirit from all around 
Just want to hide, open up the ground!

Rejection can come in many forms
From playground antics and college dorms
It can even turn up in a relationship 
Too change this one shoot from the hip

To tackle rejection do it head on
Find out why and remain strong
Is it emotional or is it social 
Both of these are psychological
They can be treated and sorted out
But remain calm try not to shout

Rejection can cause anger and aggression 
External and even inward explosion 
Don't blame yourself as this you don't need
Find a safe place, breathe slowly or read

A reason for this thought you won't find
It's a receptor buried deep in the mind 
Studies say it's from out evolutionary past
They managed, so keep calm have a blast

Emotional pain is hard to ignore 
Stay positive and don't become a bore 
Pick yourself up and find the light 
Then your life will start to be bright 
Keep working on the little things
Then you will find what happiness brings
Categories: receptor, anger, anxiety, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Admit One

i love you ...
to the cold marrow, i do
beastess of black
the art of you, ritualistic, raw
all your names wrap me, winged and wondrous
tempt me, tepid, dragon
i dream of the chase ... in timeless space
wispy, winding the world
biting my tongue with a bitter citrus
or dripping with rhythmic, parenthetical perfection
dance for me ...
break at the score, residue-righteous
engendered non-generically
come, venerated venom, and strike true
crimp, shine, bubble, breathe
sing my veins ...
hot, horrid whore of the haggard heart
neuron-nasty and aflame
a receptor conflagration, divinely devilish
i - Mad Molly's bastard son -
curse you with all i know
and woo you with my innocence, lost
i nail you to a cross of considerations and care
only to worship your ruin
the lion's paw to your Androcles, merciful
acid tears to wash your feet ...
blood to bind.
Categories: receptor, addiction, analogy, dark, drug,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member Surfing Consciousness

Surfing consciousness 

Within the womb of existence
Sensations borne of resistance 
Navigates spectrum of delight
As bestowed on soul’s sentience

Undifferentiated light
Enlivened by love, shining bright
Infuses in the void, intent
Creating a pulse, day and night

Innate to soul’s the bliss current
Exuberance effervescent 
Both receptor and transmitter
Of love and light luminescent 

09-May-2022
Categories: receptor, spiritual,
Form: Rubaiyat

A Pair of Fives

Hormones make the Endocrine System work 
They’re always around, they always lurk. 
And they do so many things
And to the body the blood always brings
So many chemicals all over abound
Each only binds to specific receptors found.
Sometimes they’re high, sometimes they’re low 
And hormones always absolutely go 
Via the blood until it finds, 
Its special receptor, where it binds. 
And no matter what you think you knew
There’s only five things they generally do.

Membrane potential, a hormone can alter, 
And so a cell’s function will never falter.
When they alter membrane potentials we know
And that always means information will flow.

Protein synthesis, too, gets involved 
And making large molecules soon gets resolved. 
They can cause proteins synthesis in the cell
By turning on genes that work so well.

Enzyme modifications are also the norms
They can activate second messenger forms.
And when it does, it can certainly cause, 
Enzyme activity or enzyme pause. 

Secretions, too, the cell will spit out, 
Due to the hormone, because of its clout. 
And what is the importance of what the hormones’ issues
These cells spew out substances to affect other tissues.

Then there’s the last, reproductive in nature
Mitosis and meiosis, both important in stature.
Both types of cell division are obviously affected, 
Another example of hormones, reflected.
© LR Waldman  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: receptor, science,
Form: Verse

Sleep Deprived,Yet Survived: An Ode To My Love,My Sleep

When all the Earth's a bed & all the world's asleep,
When you dream of conquering the world,then shove away the thought & let the unheard alarm go beep, because obviously,big dreams require longer sleep,
When you dim your lights despite the birds chirping outside,
When you concur that sleeping beauty was a beauty obviously because of getting years of beauty sleep, you need it too..
But you refuse to give in,
Till the last receptor of ur brain percepts the last signal,
Till the last lash of your eye meets the eyelid,
Till the last words of the text start appearing hazy,
You won't give in..
Then,you're more than just a student,my friend..
You're much more..
You're the HEROINE of your life.

When all the forces in the universe act like a stimulus to put you to bed,
When the sunrays feel like a burden to your eyes ,& they feel heavy
When you can envisage the cozy embrace of your blanket during the cold,
And that's not all..when that pleasant romantic weather outside is not a reason enough for you to get out of your bed,
But you refuse to give in,
Till the scent of spring justt fails to tempt you,
Till your last temptation can be suppressed,
Till the vigour inside you is still alive,
You won't give in..
Then,you're more than just a student,my friend
You're much more..
You're the heroine of your life.

When the noises around don't matter,
When the constant parental nagging won't bother,
When you refuse all your friends urging you to party,because (let's face it)..people are temporary,sleep is permanent.
When it hurts because your sleep is in a relationship with everyone else but you,you feel jealous..
But you refuse to give in,
Till you're conscious enough to not fall into the toilet,
Till you can hold yourself a stabilised position,
Till you can convince yourself that coffee will help,although it doesn't..
You refuse to give in..
Then you're more than just a student,my friend
You're much more..
You're the heroine of your life.
© Arushi Kr  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: receptor, emotions, fun, funny,
Form: Quintain (English)


Premium Member Jurisdiction of the Eye

There is a potential so pure in your nature
that it be nexus between diviner and rapture
where freedom finds the fire of Prime Creator
deep in the brain's interior, a glandular mind expander
crossfertilizer of electrochemical ego and soul sorcerer, 
the pineal pinnacle,  receptor of solar miracle,  regulator of the nocturnal wanderer
it is the tip of your spinal staff, the lituus which levies the chakra current into hypermatter,
33 skeletal sigils bridge the neural signals from root to bloom in the theta theater
as an inner vision of ajna becomes an outter creation of prajna in an unfailing future
with liberty being the law of wherewithal in a world wanting war with the philosopher, 
passion becomes the parchment that your rights are riddled upon in cosmic character
unalienable imagination,  undeniable in purification of reason unleashing the lotus tiger
into landscapes of raw physics where starry scriptures are alive in the instincts of an originator -

J.A.B.
Categories: receptor, magic,
Form: Didactic

Pushing and Pulling

The heart is autogenic and depolarizes no less
But it can be influenced by the ANS.
Autogenic means leaky channels
And within the channel annals,
This means changes in membrane potential
And for the heart, are is essential.

The sympathetic speeds it up and the parasympathetic, it slows.
And both the sympathetic and parasympathetic talk to the nodes
But only the sympathetic to the myocardium goes.

A change in rate is chronotropic.
A change in force is inotropic.

A muscarinic receptor for acetylcholine
Opens potassium channels and that will mean
That as potassium leaves, it will oppose the leak
Of sodium entering and both will tweak
The membrane potential so that it’s slower
To reach the threshold and not from potassium, go lower.
So overall, to reach threshold, it takes longer
But the contraction is not stronger.

Beta 2 is the receptor for the sympathetic response
And norepinephrine it will ensconce.
Separate sodium channels will open and add to the leak
And faster get to the threshold peak.
But norepinephrine binds to the muscle
And in doing so, will make it hustle.
So overall, to reach threshold, it’s quicker
And contraction strength, a stronger ticker.
But epinephrine too, has the same effects
With the sympathetic flex.

Beta blockers which calm the heart
Antagonists that will slow the start
Bind to these receptors tightly
And make the heart beat more lightly.
© LR Waldman  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: receptor, science,
Form: Verse

My Favorite Dish

The Dish-conjures many a description
A plate, a sumptuous meal, a perfect body, a receptor for TV or
A place
My dish is one that has been in a film-And classed as 
A relic -The grand old lady of astronomy and she lives in Parkes- She is 
Revolutionary-She helped land man on the moon
She also records many a sound from constellations and beyond
She waits patiently to receive and to reply to, “Is anyone out there?”
She is our echo, our coo-ee to space
She is our planets ears and voice to record and send our invites to the stars- 
She is a dish.

©? Brenda V Northeast         4 Jan. 2012
Categories: receptor, art, science, space,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Dance of Aliveness

Our passion is stillness, entwined with oneness
Moment to moment, all moments so entwined
Vibrancy of thought rested energised silence
Embracing and releasing flow of life with joy
Transfixed in bliss borne of divine magnetism 
Bringing to life hitherto dormant nerve centres
All dancing in unison to the music of the spheres

~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void

Our passion is stillness, in vibrancy of blissfulness 
Sans ego craving, hollowed out form, a love mist
Simply present as a receptor of energy sublime
Imbibed by soul and reflected by mind-body
Vaporised self impulsed by resonation of bliss
Celebrating aliveness propelled by God’s breath
At play both within and around our expanding aura

~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void

24-May-2022

Your Passion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories: receptor, god, joy, passion,
Form: Free verse

Gabab

A human anti-neuronal autoantibody against GABAB receptor induces experimental autoimmune agrypnia
Article (PDF Available) in Experimental Neurology 204(2):808-18 · May 2007 with 63 Reads
DOI: 10.1016/j.expneurol.2007.01.012 · Source: PubMed

1st Giovanni Frisullo
37.12 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart 

2nd Giacomo Della Marca
43.12 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart 
+ 5

3rd Massimiliano Mirabella
41.45 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart 

Last Anna Paola Batocchi

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Abstract
In the serum and cerebrospinal fluid of a patient with recurrent acute episodes of respiratory crises, autonomic symptoms and total insomnia (agrypnia), we identified a novel anti-neural complement fixing antibody directed against GABA(B) receptor (GABA(B)R). Patient purified IgG recognized a band of approximately 110 kDa on protein extracts of mouse cerebellum, cortex and brainstem and immunolabelled cultured Chinese hamster ovary (CHO) cells, transfected with human GABA(B)R1 and rat GABA(B)R2 receptors. Western blot analysis of transfected CHO homogenates showed the same band using both patient purified IgG and anti-GABA(B)R1 antibody. In order to verify the pathogenic role of these purified antibodies, we injected patient IgG intrathecally into cisterna magna of C57BL/6 mice pre-implanted with EEG electrodes and we observed severe ataxia followed by breathing depression and total suppression of slow wave sleep, as evidenced by EEG recording, in a dose-dependent manner. Immunohistochemistry on brain sections of mice injected with patient IgG showed the simultaneous presence of bound human IgG and C5b-9 deposits on Purkinje cells and cerebellar granular layer. After incubation with anti-GABA(B)R antibody, a marked reduction of receptor immunostaining was found with relative sparing of neuronal architecture. In conclusion we recognized an anti-neuronal autoantibody directed against GABA(B)R that is associated with autoimmune agrypnia and we showed that our patient purified IgG was able to induce in mice experimental autoimmune agrypnia characterized by a complex neurological syndrome affecting several CNS functions.
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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: receptor, health, , cute, ,
Form:

Still Growing Everyday

be gentle, and i will warm you in all sincere sensitivity
except, and i will be the receptor of all the reciprocity that you give to me
together, we can be heroes without marking the cleanliness with the foolishness of the here and nowadays

as i hold you under the sunshine of the moon,
the light goes on in our heads that we are the rulers of our destiny as well as our fate
now knowing this, we learn to accept and respect what we once thought of as a "young version of misstated nonsense"
as a direct result, we now choose the right colors with ease and paint our unified definition 'whatever' in the in the roundabout realm of 'clever'
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: receptor, growth,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member My Muse of Blues

My muse was blue
                                    and I've been too
                                    She whispered tears
                                    At tyrants' jeers
                                    And feeling shy
                                    Receptor I
                                    To share her words
                                    With you

                                    I peak again
                                    Weakly with pen
                                    And hope again for peace,
                                    Love's hope can never cease
                                    A whisper here
                                    Within my ear
                                    Of a poet's heart
                                    Be true

                                    In hues of blue
                                    Thinking of you
                                    Across the world broad
                                    Brothers/sisters trod
                                    My hope is keen
                                    Though seldom seen
                                    When muse has come
                                    Unglued

                                    Shall I then share?
                                    Because I swear
                                    I'd rather share a rose
                                    Than tears shared in sweet prose
                                    But share I will                
                                    A poet still
                                    It's all that I
                                    Can do

                                    So here I am
                                    To you sweet Fam
                                    My precious much-loved group
                                    In our world of Poetry Soup
                                    To Love not hate
                                    It's not too late
                                    To share a hope
                                    Or two!
Categories: receptor, cheer up, hope, humanity,
Form: Rhyme

Voices In the Darkl

Cautious spirits test the waters of my world
and call to me....then go away.
Perhaps they are perfecting 
inter-mind devices, just like
psychic Edisons, Marconi's revenant
in breakthrough  just for me, or else perhaps
celestial wallflowers, much too diffident                
to follow up my name with headlines
from beyond the grave.

Am I  their snuffling guinea pig?---
their crude receptor in this mass of flesh
that yearns for finely-tuned antennae
(please God, invisible,)
and color pictures if one may,
upon my mental screen?
No,  I am most content 
upon this cautious course,
though I know not the hazards
of its path, the travelers, or the design, 
nor may I fine their metaphysical intent.

The reader knows,  I speak with some regret.
for there are those who will decide
that I bear watching, lest my touch
upon their world  begin to fade too much,
that I be too entranced of waves
they cannot... will not see.

Though I may somewhat fear the world
beyond white doors, I still invite
my curtained friends to part the night
with energy no instrument that science met
may sense just yet--no no, not  yet.
                  ~
Categories: receptor, faith, may,
Form: Free verse

Building a Rapport With My Body

All the elegant ivy
an inch off the brick wall
is scattered so purposefully

and behind the gate a bird hops
like some kind of humiliated
game show contestant.

This is a view, one view,
through the redbrick arbor
where the corbeled arch frames
a bit of the street
so I can only see
one or two cars at a time

and a man walking by
in his rugged black tshirt
and another car and another
white van.

In Memory Of (the 16th century)
Thomas Dudley,
and I look up again
                      a bit higher
and realize:
this whole is incomplete:
a brickbanked stretch
of ugly black tar
called the corner of 
Mass Ave and Bow St.

The perspective is throbbing
and it fingers me
to the back of my chair

		this is the scene.
(horse on a bridge)
the focused sight
through a mullioned   window   in three
(it might as well be a prism
with a million fluttering sides)

where the shards
                leave a scar
at the back of my eye

I am both

I become the charge 
and thin gold foil:
(like a receptor cell
with an itchy trigger finger)

I am the glazed hat
of crème brûlée
and you, my view,
are the spoon that cracks
and starts the firing in my head:

I am the electric
that sparks through this circuitry
the impulse,
                   a picture,
fragmented green
that drives in pieces

(I run like Mercury)

through the endless glass tubes
crossing from left 
to right-
through the tracts and chiasmata
I slept through during physiology

but a body, not a spark;
                   a body to promise up the pathways
(like an Indian bride);
a body wanting more than the tour.

I promise 
(to no one; to the window)
to come back someday,
soon,
and charter the wilds
of this decussating optic aisle.
To unravel and unwind
		   the string
coiled up like telephone wire-
I promise to make note 
of its fibers and chemicals,
but then bring it back as string
between two cans:
a slower speed.

Someday I will control
and hold my head under
until it shrieks and hits
and listens to me,

		but for now,
I am stuck 
holding the walls 
of this beautiful wooden room
hoping I will get up soon.
Categories: receptor, imagination, introspection, philosophy, body,
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