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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
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?
And fallen apart from the deck of friend
Smiling face rung the bell of pure gladness
He would come to enjoy time with our band
No hatred theme he passed except calmness
Always he said let’s do something jointly
For that, he spent as our wish to eat-drink
He called meeting for friendship unity
No headship rule he showed but interlink
For helping friends he offered himself full
Nothing in return he sought for himself
But today we’ve everything in our soul
Except the friend Masud the king of help
Summer to spring comes and goes thoroughly
Your sheer friendship none can forget truly
©Mahtab Bangalee
March 30, 2023
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.
"Etched in stone- names of honored souls-
remembering their roles and goals."
_by Poet
Oh, cemetery- at your rusted gate,
I stand before it for a while and wait
to gather thoughts of those I know are here-
both family and friends, to me, so dear
beneath the velvet blanket of spring grass,
embraced forever from their earthly pass;
with monuments above etched with a name
and span of life on Earth, we can acclaim.
The cemetery grants me space to think
of my connections- how they interlink
with kin and classmates resting here right now-
and hope they feel I'm missing them somehow.
I walk in slowly, shut the gate behind-
to visit those where I feel love enshrined.
Life is indecisive stage answers to the all kind of questions
Life, where performer is answer sheet
Poetic words are natural crystal mirror
where poet finds out himself spontaneously
Poetic expression is thoughtful interlink of knowing self
I never wanted you but poetic life;
because falsehood is eternally beautiful
The lie is mighty invisible;
visible is always weaker than invisible
No prayer there is in my pen;
fears make me not pious but repentant of opportunity
Who will forgive me I do not know
but if I embezzle the rights of invisibility
please pardon otherwise punish...
Not poetry this is but verbose aristocracy
where truth and falsehood is substitute beauty
19.05.2020 Chattogram
Life’s one and only guarantee
is one of Death for you and me,
no other promise can it make
however long your Life may take.
In certainty we can be sure
that Death will be the final cure,
for nothing we can ever do
will change the end for me and you.
Is Life or Death the spirit’s home,
are both just places that we roam,
and are these places where we dwell
both shared again by Heaven and Hell.
If all dimensions interlink
maybe mankind should stop and think,
for Life and Death and Heaven and Hell
may form eternity as well.
Life’s one and only guarantee
is one of Death for you and me,
but Death may hold a promise too
depending what you choose to do....
Ivor G Davies
Memory Disturbances
Written: by Miracle Man
6/1/2024
It’s a very sad day,
when memory starts to fade.
We live feeling helpless,
to change or persuade.
It’s harder on the one,
who must watch it occur.
One insists nothing’s wrong,
but both lives become a blur.
Most days they disagree,
about trivial things.
Just struggling along,
absorbing life’s new dings.
Most all days resemble,
the day that just passed.
One recalls good times,
from years both amassed.
Each place the two go,
they’re always pushed for time.
And one doesn’t grasp,
the meaning of bedtime.
The most debilitating loss,
is the ability to think.
When dementia claims one,
minds no more interlink.
Every conversation now,
needs in depth explaining.
It’s certain to now make,
two lives more constraining.
An amalgamation of the five senses
I am lying in a field of flowers, between four others
That was not supposed to be multiple colors
But so long to the fences
I speak a language that has forgotten its three tenses
My eyes are still two but they no longer blink
For the same reason as others do
The lashes will interlink
Merely to capture you
My pupils are like blades
Stacked on top of each other, in a centreless circle
They sync when you come my way
Only to spiral
Whenever your figure fades
When you wave your hand, as you walk away
You changed the function of my brain, it no longer thinks, it can no longer retain
One thread of reason, when a thought of you is bound to reign
I do not complain
It became a fiction weaver
Of pleasure and pain
It calculates no equation, it processes no information
How could it when I am afflicted with such a fever
That I do not remain
I am dead, my heart does not beat
To the same tune as others
It does not eat, from the same spoon as two brothers do
It does not drink from the same red lagoon
It pumps blood when it feels your heat
And you would know if it has ever stopped beating
For you would not have these words which you are reading
Flood you with warmth from your head to your feet
My skin is a hot mesh to keep you warm
It stings my flesh like lightning in a storm
But do not be afraid, I have sworn an oath
That if it ever harmed you, I would walk forth
Onto a hearth, and into ash it shall transform
My fingertips leak ink whenever I think of somebody who
Could be terrified at the sight they witness
Someone so beautiful as to never inspire ugliness
I am a beautiful monstrosity through and through.