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.
DNA
“You are not worthy of my love.”
Silent words scorch skin like an invisible flame.
DNA passed down and left to wither,
a family heirloom I don’t dare claim.
A cracked and shattered mirror,
a broken picture frame—
I see nothing of you in me,
and maybe that’s why you never say my name.
But when the scoreboard flashes victory,
your number lights up my screen,
as if a game could bridge the silence,
as if love was something you’d ever mean.
She has your eyes, your sharp-edged smile,
you call her first, like she’s proof you exist.
I wear my mother’s face instead,
a reflection you’d rather dismiss.
Invisibly Twisting,
Endlessly,
Into eternity.
The smallest piece,
Of you and me.
Holding truth after truth,
The Secrets to our youth.
A strain identifying,
Our souls' Time line.
Our Cells multiplying,
Creating A perfect design.
The housing of the divine.
The magic key,
Hiding our history,
That's smothered in Mystery.
The truth about Humanity,
Being sovereign and free.
Open your mind,
You just may find,
If you quiet the self,
And take the time,
The secrets we left behind.
Go deep inside,
Find your divide.
From Self to skin,
See the Cells within.
Getting closer now,
Your reality,
Twisting endlessly,
Into Divinity.
Looking into,
A? whole new Galaxy,
That connects YOU and ME
What makes us?
All the differs
Make us suffer
I challenge any sucker
to tickle the ivories
And aline with me
To make a beat
So we can agree
We're in a dark place
Standing with straight face
Waiting for the grace
To take the place
Of any person
Who stands as one
Ready for the demon
To enter their sermone
We all know the truth
But some chose to refuse
That life is a ruse
Evil with no excuse
Music is the light
Excitement to reignite
Joy in the heart of life
So why choose to fight
Embrace what beat cometh
With a sound loud enough
To blow away the bad stuff
That we're to believe is rough
Hopefully opens your heart
To make a start
As to rehabilitate the heart
And hopefully appreciate art
I battle each and ev'ry day
against a guy called DNA.
So, when you see me play the fool,
blame it on a molecule.
It's not the pain
of the prick
it's the pain
finding out the truth
bringing Justice
for the victim
We have a wide, extended and expanding family
that seems to grow a little larger every day.
Family members who share our DNA.
and other members who through shared love
have become family along the way.
Because when it come to family…
at least the family we like to think of…
we love the family members who we’ve given the gift of life
as well as those who’ve given us the gift of love.
If this is the way we all thought about everyone…
not just our children…our relatives…our friends
imagine how far across the world
our family would extend.
Yes, imagine how wide a circle our family would encompass
If our family included along the way…
with all the members who do
all those who do not share our DNA.
A dash of DNA decides
The color of our eyes
And probably our hair and skin
And possibly our size.
Genetics, though, is just a part
Of who we grow to be,
For many other factors count,
Each one to some degree.
Our family life, our neighborhood,
Our friends, religion, schools,
All help determine how we’ll use
Our inborn molecules.
We learn from our experience;
So much of it holds sway
That overall it counts more than
That dash of DNA.
Ancestry and Me
I am:
55% Western European
13% Jewish
20% Scotch-Irish
12% Scandinavian
So, my DNA tells me.
I’m a mutt, a combination,
an aggregation, an agglomeration,
a conglomeration and what other word
you want to use.
But, you add this all up
and I am me.
octopus, as I study you
your geneology is not tried and true
alien DNA is what you have, my friend
i wish could talk to clear up this trend
your extensive genome has great complexity
with thirty thousand coding genes, you outrank me
are you from mars, venus or is pluto your extension?
your problem-solving skills are beyond my comprehension
octopus, as I study you
I am confused, what can i do?
who can I ask?
maybe only you.
Convicted of raping
Now new game he's playing
He is sex offender
But he changes gender
So he becomes a she
Then the law does agree
The game he now has won
Sent to women's prison
Has something gone amiss
That lets him take the piss?
I’m HOWLING inside
clawing the dark walls unseen
alone…feeble…scared
do you sometimes sense my fear?
would you save me if you could?
*I wrote this poem on April 5, 2021, as part of the ’30 days of poetry challenge. This was day 5 and the prompt was: Write a poem in one of these poetic forms: BLANK VERSE, TANKA, PASTORAL, ODE, SONNET, OR PALINDROME. chose to write a Tanka poem with the theme of Madness and Fear. This was my very first attempt at it. Let me know what you think.
oftentimes not the matter of everyone's general well-being
one fifth oxygen in earth's atmosphere enables human breathing
olfactory nerves sensing chemical changes defined as smelling
retina's reaction to incoming photons results in seeing
neural oscillation means brain's involved in the process of thinking
needing proximity and caring deeply about is called loving
solicited or not, thoughts soon begin cascading and require freeing
no matter how solid, there are no words totally guaranteeing
only for rather short time are we all capable of agreeing
so many complex elements required to allow humans' being
as we adapt and grow, the DNA within our brains does a quid pro quo
within process of knowing more, the more we shall learn there is to know
tripping and stumbling on through the ages, we humans have seldom thought so
DNA
overturns history
ruins books
The residue of you scent stronger this time
The blood stained a pattern of liking.
The fingerprints you embedded left a trail of depression, even though i resided beside you.
Smelling your DNA ran throw my blood, smelling your DNA overthrew the power to smell normal.
My sense of being has diminished
While your DNA overthrew my pattern
Your blood stained my soul, as my soul departed from this universe.
I cannot fathom your position
But your DNA matched. I cannot think of your worries, but your trail matches as the liquids pour.
While your smell smelt familiar
Your DNA was tarnished, just
As you tarnished my trail.
Regardless where you go I
Can smell your DNA through
My blood.
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