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Poetry Soup, The foundation where I’m planting my roots,
Lassoed by a rope that’s never loose,
Always bringing me back,
I’m here, ready with no fear, high jacking minds causing post traumatic panic attacks,
Ya no match for Quincy Mac! Always attacking while on track,
Was once a street rat, intellectually faster and now your poetic master!
The Rhyme Advancer with the answers,
With deadly sexy stances of grammar,
Aggressive techniques you don’t seek, seen as dangerous, so you lag and stagger,
Dancing with words bringing this banger,
Too advanced, for the ignorant class, who lack comprehensive swagger,
Picking up my spanners, I assemble transcendental concepts making you tremble,
Majority blessed by their synthetic environment, so minds are simple, worthless like a pimple,
Needing popped, shocked into trauma, so you wake to the storm of the west,
Always assuming ignorance is an asset,
A threat to ya well-being, intelligence tells us we should want to know about everything,
So learn to THINK, in sync with observations that interlink with the missing link,
Quick, question your sick social rank, thoughts go blank? No one to thank for wise principals,
I perceive myself as a human individual, home is earth, but cursed with feeble people influenced by evil,
Been told I’m on a different level, NO! Believing this will take hold of my ego,
Instead I write with flow and send out these writings to your brains radio, So turn it up!
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow I pickup bombs of ammo,
As I undergo experiences growing my vocab to blow minds,
The Knowledge Mastermind, of good and the upheaval of fallen thoughts of evils,
Painting life right now, in this domain claiming a divine easel, that equals more than worldly rules,
Prepare ya tools, Reassemble your sanity from all the insanity and ball,
**** in the air, frequencies of fecal matter disrupting what you think, to you its nonexistent and nothing,
Writings encoded deeply, not for the sleepy, hard to put together like a double sided puzzle,
All or nothing, no trouble, with balance keeping an eye on my surroundings, while under my angels wings.
Quincy Mac
Date written: 11.6.2016
Biochemistry—the chemistry of life’s design,
Where molecules dance, interlink, and align,
A bridge between cells, atoms, and earth,
Defining each process, from death to birth.
From cells to tissues, to systems whole,
Biochemistry reveals life’s molecular role.
Atoms join with bonds of varied might—
Covalent, ionic, in complex rite.
Molecular structures, their shapes decide,
How functions emerge and systems collide.
Water, polar and bound by bonds unseen,
Becomes life’s solvent and essential scene.
Carbohydrates fuel, in branching chains,
While proteins give shape, structure, and gains.
Lipids form membranes, barriers and walls,
And nucleic acids hold life's codes, small but tall.
Each plays its part, in pathways intertwined,
The building blocks of life, so meticulously designed.
Catabolism breaks, releasing life’s spark,
Anabolism builds, leaving nature's mark.
Glycolysis starts, the fuel we ignite,
The citric cycle follows, energy in sight.
ATP fuels the cells’ endless demands,
In bioenergetic chains, life expands.
The enzymes, catalysts that spark each course,
Signal transductions, relay with molecular force.
Channels open, gates control flow,
Compartmented spaces, with roles to show.
Each process precise, a well-ordered dance,
In the cell’s intricate, coordinated trance.
DNA spirals, a double helix of code,
Blueprints of life in sequences bestowed,
Transcription to RNA, a message to read,
Translation to proteins, each cell’s vital creed.
Genes regulated, expressions controlled,
A symphony of life meticulously told.
With spectrums and gels, we separate, define,
Electrophoresis’ bands, chromatogram’s line,
PCR amplifies genes to explore,
CRISPR edits, opens new doors.
These tools unearth life’s secrets concealed,
In every lab, mysteries revealed.
From medicine’s cures to agricultural yields,
Biochemistry stretches across modern fields.
Personalized treatments, precision designed,
Green tech and ethics, the future aligned.
At life’s smallest scale, in molecules profound,
The promise of science and progress is found.
Sometimes my thoughts wander when I'm sitting still
or a vague notion crosses my mind, giving me a chill
I soak up weird ideas like a sprout absorbs April rain
I'm not averse to anything filtering through my brain
Quite often I ponder the reason for many things on Earth
the moon's control of ebb and flow over tides in a firth
Why some critters are hatched; some given a live birth
and why some folks are so obsessed with a man's worth
When writing a poem, there are times I just cannot think
Til a phrase comes from the blue when I stand at the sink
I let the dishes soak and faster than my eyes can blink
I am writing a sonnet of verses that poetically interlink
I've moments when I'm oblivious to almost everything
The whispering wind; a song a finch has chosen to sing
Lost in thoughts of my own while on the porch I swing
being grateful for all I have. My life is such a wellspring
The other day, I was walkin' and just started thinkin'
how sad so many lives were lost. Tears had me blinkin'
I know it's reality, but so surreal that it doesn't sink in
that a germ is causing havoc. Sometimes life is stinkin'
Right now I'm contemplating what I take for granted
I know sometimes my views can be biased and slanted
but I cannot allow myself to become so disenchanted
that positive views with negative ones become supplanted
December 31, 2020
Just Thinkin' Contest
Sponsor ~ John Lawless
the tongue is just another muscle
gives strength to what we think
amidst life's daily hustle bustle
helps thoughts to words interlink
so the father with his mother tongue
speaks to progeny generations come
lessons learned to offspring young
good ways to live, his rule of thumb
still would wince at his tongue lashing
flinching, blinking, cowering and meek
if shouted anger from lips came flashing
'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek
but before I become too tongue-tied
some tongue twister squarely knotted
I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside
to address these words I've jotted
and tell of my admiration for tongue
no forked tongue falsehood to relate
some silver tongued notes clearly sung
of glossa tongues and hooks and baits
that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat
can do things fit for moans and groans
I can hint, alluding to this and that
of things we tongue like flesh and bones
I think you'll agree with my observations
presented to you, from my mind sprung
and think of your own tasty applications
many things budding the tip of your tongue
© Goode Guy 2011-07-04
The Marshutka travels down
the jarring road, and
just as in
life, we are unsure
of the hurdles we will
encounter
along
our
winding
journey.
The torn and
chalky seat carries each
of you,
And you are with me,
Just as was
intended, by a divine intervention,
for our blessed
meeting.
Your kindness needs no
words because I can see it in your
eyes,
beneath the veil that
covers the raw you, the one that
cries,
Scripted within
your
iris,
I follow your narrative, with
every creasing blink,
And through passing
looks
our living stories
interlink.
In those speckled brown
pools, I see your soul,
I see
your past and
the worries you hold, passing windows
of cobalt blue
I feel the truth that lives
in you,
and
in apertures of forest green,
I see the things that you
have seen.
Your dandelion clocks,
show where you
went astray,
and where the wind of life blew your
seeds away,
And on this everlasting journey,
the two of us sit opposite one another
on this rickety marshutka,
Separated by the language we speak yet
found in our own translation.
Last time I checked,
it was still on my neck,
What now is a mark,
once was a speck,
Protected by the freckle,
I can now never forget,
Tattooed into a bad mood,
the ink I still regret,
Smooth surface, epidermis,
let color fill the pores,
Black lines, abstract designs,
around the open sores,
Follow my fingers
from the valley to the summit,
Let go of all your baggage,
watch all your worries plummet,
Rub it in a circle
’til the purple turns to pink,
Palm against palm
let our fingers interlink,
Wrinkles and folds,
crevices and creases,
Capturing the beads
a sweat gland releases,
Scars and birthmarks
and lipstick kisses,
Fleshly desires
and skinful blisses,
Cuts and wounds
and bumps and bruises,
Believing the lies
when beauty confuses,
A tingling sensation
while waiting patiently,
Exhale into the navel
and let creation breathe,
Scriptures and phrases
that raises goosebumps,
The laying on of healing hands
and disappearing lumps,
I’ve spent a lifetime,
counting freckles and moles,
Skin against skin,
like magnetic poles.
www.psalmsandpsychoses.com
Only Harry
Could find “Love in The Kitchen Sink”
I love the way he looks at the world
and the things he makes me think
A single sip is not satisfactory
I recommend a big drink
Not “A One Hit Wonder”
All his messages interlink
“The Road Is Long”
“Traveling From The Fields of Grief”
His thoughts offer comfort
a path to relief.
His is a “Significant Pen”
That writes “Naked Words”
He travels his own way
Not one prone to follow herds
Whether “Whispering Ferns”
Or “A Little Girl Once Lost”
He weighs his words carefully
Aware of their cost
One “Waits Upon The Horizon”
For “A Magical Spring”
Make No Mistake
That isn’t a small thing
“There Is A Place”
Where “A House Divided falls”
He can “Colour Me Lilac”
As I’m absorbed into walls
“The Blue And The Grey”
The “Lady Down The Lane”
I learn about humanity
As he reveals their pain
A “Voice In The Wilderness”
Who’s “Coming Of Age”
He will answer “A Worthy Question”
With the words on his page
Dedicated to Harry Horseman.
Written using titles from some of his poems.
For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...
For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...
For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...
For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...
From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...
Reading in bed, she has a drink, and the ripple widens.
A drop falls in the kitchen sink, and the ripple widens.
Supported, a little girl in the pool floats in his arms,
blowing bubbles as her fears shrink, and the ripple widens.
Adults survive the rain, clutching dark umbrellas, as tiny
shoes trounce puddles in pink, and the ripple widens.
His son begs him to release the bleeding gills to the pond.
He unhooks the chain stringer link, and the ripple widens.
Her mother taught her how to skim a flat stone on water,
as soft nets of light interlink, and the ripple widens.
A whale bursts through the glass, her stature massive. She hangs, then/
smashes the ceiling of the sea as she sinks, and the ripple widens./
While readers roam the world looking for a poem to read,
the author dips his pen in the ink, and the ripple widens.
8/29/2017
Is there something in the water or air
that's spreading stupidity everywhere?
Children aren't learning their lessons in school,
vying to be the latest TikTok fool.
As a whole, society's devolving:
a worldwide problem, in need of solving.
It seems everyone is glued to their phones:
no individualism; we're mere clones.
The internet has morphed into a cage,
where stifled minds stagnate and disengage.
Hate and bigotry have gained a platform:
outrageous behavior is now the norm.
We're losing our ability to think
for it's much easier to interlink.
We're banning books, and we're ok with that:
letting the net filter what we look at.
If stupidity's something we can't fix:
try throwing common sense into the mix.
There is something wrong with people today:
AI does their thinking; what can I say?