Genome Poems | Examples

It's Spelled Spelt, Split and Wholesome

We wanted to break bread
that was pure, clean, pristine, 
stark white and wholesome,
with a crisp, but soft, 
light brown crust.

The field was prepared with
thrice washed and cleaned machinery,
and spread with N, P,  K fertilizer
applied overhead.

The soils was filtered to remove
all weeds, sticks and stones,
stubble and rubble,
so it was homogeneous,
with a uniform grain size,

The wheat seed was a proven, 
ancient old world genotype,
with its genome still intact.

The seed was milled to remove
all traces of wheat germ and bran,
then twice bleached to stark white.

The dough was leavened with soda
and baked well-timed, 
in a clean fan-draft oven,
at just the right temperature,
for just the right time.

Behold! There we have it!
Our pure white bread,
wholesome and perfect,
in every way, that we break
for breakfast at break of day.

Hush the blush

Push and pull, life’s game inane,
fleeting joy, lingering pain;
a strange darkness where we dwell,
holed up in body-mind shell.

We wish to have right of way,
in this form doomed to decay 
and it’s only when death nears,
oblivion heightens fears.

Fast forward to point of death,
the moment of our last breath;
knowing not where we’re headed
and to whom we’ll be wedded.

Back here now, as we exhale,
does heart sing or does it pale,
worried about the morrow,
attachments cause of sorrow?

Instant can be soul’s release,
free from fear, flowing with ease,
if we get to know we are,
light of God, a shining star.

God is love and heart’s His home;
living light is our genome,
which we see in direct sight,
if but we give up the fight.

Day N Age

When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA 
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood 
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations 
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us 
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors 
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg 
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe 
With a simple shot from hypo spray 
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way 
But life is not TV land 
I suppose God must have other plans 
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age 
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin 
For some Jesus DNA 
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes 
And pray tell we may say, 
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”

Complexity of Octopus Dna

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.

Immortal Gene

Irrefutable evolution conduits 
        Matter tip toes through tunnels
        Microscopic nano shifts continue 
        Outperformers filter free of funnel

        Replicas of kept traits hail heredity
        Thrivers cognate with larger logic
        Attentive nurture forms pedigree
        Love poured over timid progeny

        Genome keys cut exacting bones
        Entrapped wrapped sticky chrysalis 
        Nature photocopies, care duly hones
        Elevating banquet, perpetual Christmas 






           Elevation in Evolution
            Eighth of December 

            Desirable Education

Rising Above Your Raising

proclivity to get in sight of
  the finish line
Just to shoot myself in the foot

Ancestraly handed down generations 
upon next
misguided  to safely stay put

Regardless of condition in situ
As I reach for
 dreams that beckon afar

The lesson engraved on my genome
don't  be silly
Who do you think you are

Do it anyway after all what's the worse
that can be said
As you buck this curse

See, we told you so
You never learn
We sent you to school for your books to burn

Three Little Piggies - Updated

This little piggy went to market
     This little piggy stayed home
     
     This little piggy came clean at a press conference
       Confessed, "No matzo balls in my genome"

Hidden Heart Chakra

Mystifying indeed it is
The twelve petaled lotus bliss fizz
Beneath which hidden, petals eight
Spake Master Djwal Kul, truth is this

Esoteric truths lie in wait
To garner full depth, make heart chaste
Inner sanctum, our master’s home 
In void of our heart, He does wait

Threefold Christ flame, within heart dome
Therein resounds, cosmic gong Ohm
Prismatic light bright, bliss vibrant
Transmuting then thus, our genome 

We vaporise in the current
Pristine white light, luminescent 
Cave of heart, garden of Eden
Thousand suns glow effervescent 

Conscience speaks, we do as bidden
Love’s fragrance, remains not hidden
From head to toe, we’re bliss replete
As above, so below - Heaven

17-March-2022

Paranormal

PARANORMAL

   Zeny
   Yokel
   Xeno
   Wizard, Woolley headed
   Voodoo, Vagabond
   Unicorn
   Tyrant
   Stupid, Surreal
   Robot
    Quirk
    Pygmy, Pixy, Polygamy
   Oberon
    Narcissus, Narcotic, Nancy, Nightmare
   Monster, Mermaid, Micky- Minnie
    Logy, Loony, Lunatic
     Kiekshaws, Kalki, Kibosh
     Jack Frost, Jaunty, Jekyll and Hide
      Idiot, Insane
     Halloween, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Hell
     Ghost, Grumpy, Genome
     Fairy, Frankenstein
      Eden, El dorando, Electra
     Dragon, Drug addict, Dwarf
    Cupid, Club footed, Crazy
    Belial, Bi sexual,
    Abracadabra, Albino, Angel, Anima, Animus

   12/27/21

' PARANORMAL

Contest by Robert James Ligouri

Cerebrum Devolution

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

Love

I think love is the greatest thing – 
and few will disagree; and no
need for gene splicing, genome
sequencing in a lab to propagate – 
just good old fashioned love
produces love: with gentle strokes
of kindness; encouraging words,
gestures and sweet nudges – 
I see love in the feline grooming
her kittens; love in a bird protecting
her nest at the cost of her life if
necessary; love in the breast of a
nurturing mother – in the supporting
nature of a 24/7 wife; I see love
in the sun, for when it shines things
grow and ripen; I see love in the
rain, for we quench and know,
that love is alive and well – a short
word, and as easy to give as spell;
yet a world of evil can't kill it...for
God on high, as man's saving grace
supports and triumphantly wills it –

Together On the Vaccine Trail

They know not everything, this time
Baffled that viruses and some folk actually rhyme
A virus has populations fully beat
Antibodies at the heart of the vaccine feat

Antibodies to which protein in the viral proteome?
Produced by which part of the  human genome?
The questions come quickly to mind
Can we join them in the find?

For too long we have been lab rats of a kind
They studied diseases among us they could find
Now we posit, the tables have turned
Black lives matter, black brains can't be spurned

Ballad

Dancing trees slope of berries glowing fruits
Hoping caters eclipse of roses showering falls
Swinging hands genome of leaves weeding grains
Twirling trumpet log of woods singing moons

It Hertz To Know You

When you visit my site, sad to say, sound's subsonic
My ears can't hear music an elephant hears,
A text message is louder (I do read all comments),
At times, I confess (though) they bring me to tears!

If my tears are from laughter or joy (when you honor
Me here with your presence) I count it a win,
For it's not just agreement, in fact, that I'm after.
I still dare to dream all that I share ghosts my sin!

Not just sin I've committed, but sin in my genome,
Hardwired by free will that no man has escaped!
Should the pitch of your visits be something I value?
Ascribed too to sin? Should such manners be aped?

I don't write for your pleasure, still pleased when that happens.
In faith, I am you and think you are me too!
But our acts trip us up on the path to tomorrow,
All virtue's skin deep that we wear (frail tattoo)!

It's in pain that I grok you (for you're my reflection)
Though friendship has content like words of a song,
It's a choice that we make (and the heart of what matters!)
If Grace can't intoxicate, something is wrong!


Long Tooth
November 6th in 2019

Microcosm

A nanosecond clock in a micro universe
dividing billion cells, in proteins immersed.
Cobbled together, ladders of DNA blueprint 
double-helix twisted, gene-code with no hint.
A-T-C-G dialect, like a Shakespeare sonnet,
chord of notes with quirky programs on it.
Mother Nature database of zillion Giga Bytes
an elegant mystery, how so small she writes? 
Sequence of little molecules, makeup diverse
In a Genome Microcosm*, Life is a Universe.



*The word Microcosm in Greek means "Small Cosmos"



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