Senescence ongoing
Biological to the core
Cellular and systemic
Even genes mutate
Creeps in on you
Like a thief at night
Movement deliberate
Your thoughts too
The new kids run
Outpacing you
The final stretch
Never ending
Energy flagging
Redeemed by love
Unconditional and true
As you kick to the end
My grandma hid her feelings
So by looking at her face,
You couldn’t pinpoint anger
Or if something was off-base.
If she were hurt or worried
Or perturbed, you couldn’t tell,
For her emotions she kept
Tucked inside so very well.
Though I am quite the opposite,
Since all I feel’s unfurled
And plastered on my face
So anybody in the world
Could take one look and wonder
Why I’m ticked off as can be.
I wish my grandma’s genes
Had gotten passed along to me.
Wicked chocolate slab
Marking a milestone
A table for two indoors
Missing the threesome
Not there, three decades
To jubilate from afar
Toasting another year
Wishing her more power
Torn apart so long
Strangers in the dark
Genes beat reality
Ties that knit tightly
The golden child
Mirroring the original
On top of the world
For a slice of cake
The enemies talk, and receive applause
Their repertoire stays the same
Only it’s getting a little bit worse
A step shorter towards the end game
The funny thing is that all understand
We get closer to animals the humans wiped out
The UN may express the best worry they can
May organize the grand meeting about
But it’s obvious, not only to the masterminds
That the point of so called no return
Has already been passed, and no one could find
The alternate route to take on
We are undergoing involution
For quite some time, since the World War 1
And actually, it didn’t end with solution
That exactly states what was won
No rational reason explains how on earth
We’ve come to this state of affairs
Was it written in genes since the first man’s birth?
I’ve no clue, I guess nobody cares.
Growing up with older adults was not always fun,
but I learned many valuable things.
I saw how health was important,
in what they ate and their activities.
The church goers had faith,
faith to get them through the tough times.
Once retired they kept going,
no sitting and watching TV all day.
Sitting was not good for them,
so they died way too early.
Longevity may come from family genes,
but one can always improve their own life.
So here is to Longevity,
may we all live to be one hundred and ten.
Dissect Intelligence:
An Agency Of Intel...
Information Organized;
Mob Opinion-ation
If Con-formative!
Now Top It All
To Top It Off:
Waddle Confidently
And Utter Animal Sounds,
Like A Grunt And A Hoot
Of An Owl... Whoo! Whoo!
Or More Mature Waddling
Utterances Made Sure
By Sheer Shared Experiences...
Pattern Arrays...
***"Official!!!"***
Because I Said.
-Gray Squirrel
05-13-2026
Freak is contagious
Genius comes out of the blue
Class ordeal of men.
I was told Jews were colonists and white
I wondered how to test if that was right
So I looked up genes, a simple approach but bright
Found Jews are at least half Canaanite.
This was found by looking at more than one Neolithic mound.
Bodies, bones, before the Iron age, DNA could be found
I bet my know-it-all debater hadn't thought of looking at that
He looks at debate as throwing me on the mat.
Who belongs in Israel is an ongoing fight
Interestingly, the Arabic speakers are also part Canaanite
But the relationship with Jews is uneasy at best.
Still, there was a way to test.
Europe's prehistory can be tested too
Most residents died, we look for a clue
5000 years ago, some evidence it was disease
Eurasian steppe peoples took over the keys
If you admire Stonehenge, please know
The people who built it had nowhere to go
Most of their descendants were gone by 2000 B.C
No one at fault, seek the truth and be free.
cowboy blood in genes
passed down through generations
~ gitty up sweet boy
AP: 1st place 2025
In the heart of ancient earth,
where shadows of giants linger,
whispers of fire and scale
dance in the dust of forgotten ages.
Each fossil a relic,
a breath held in stone,
cradling the secret of wings—
the pulse of a dragon’s dream.
From marrow and mystery,
scientists sift,
weaving strands of life
from the silence of bones.
In labs aglow with wonder,
they conjure the spark,
unraveling threads of lost time,
to breathe life anew,
in the shape of myths that soared.
I am grateful for having the genes of an optimist…
and all the joy they bring…
making every day I wake up
feel like the very first day of Spring
There is a hush inside the bone,
A silver thread the stars have known,
It winds within the blood’s slow stream
And carries time like drifting dream.
The lilacs bloom, then fade to dust,
The hands grow soft, then stiff with rust,
And all the while, the silent spark
Dims gently in the growing dark.
It is not sorrow, not regret,
But something deeper, quieter yet—
A lullaby the cells recite
To rock the soul from day to night.
The skin forgets the warmth of fire,
The lips lose hunger, heart desire,
And in the dusk, so faint and small,
The gene that sings—sings over all.
When handed a stuffed pullet
looks like a stunned mullet
should I turn surly
in high dudgeon
please don't bludgeon
this old curmudgeon
and not to be outdone
altho' I am an only son
blame my parents
by all means
as I'm the result
of their poor genes
which run the gamut
of the spectrum
but I don't care one bit
not a jot nor give a sh*t
more politely put
I really couldn't render
a rodent's rectum
Absolute Minimum
f has an absolute minimum
at x=a if f(a) < f(x)
for all x in the domain of f
the y value f(a) is the
absolute value of f
I have absolutely no clue
what all this means
because math is not in my genes
Mom is beautiful
Daughters are beautiful too
Rhythm runs through veins.
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