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What’s in a handshake?
What's its value or worth?
Between any two people,
All over this beautiful Earth.
The shake outshines
Ten thousand @replies.
It’s not a typed “Hi mate”,
It's much more personalized.
A shake can mean “Well done”,
From New York to a frozen Moscow.
A contract, a promise, an amnesty,
A truce, good bye, a plain hello.
Is the value the feel of human touch,
When starting intimate relations?
It’s so powerful it can even
Create peace between two nations.
Handshakes should be taught
To every school girl and boy.
We might then have universal peace,
Physically connecting all with joy.
Shes the kind that loves to hear truth when its spoken softly
Not phrases from a, mind that is currupted redeem me!
Any man betrays me is destined for an awakening
Verify this the code of Honor
Gestures boy make them .pretty faces she makes at me
I hop in her thoughts then i jump out dressed in her love still.
Spoke in a style she gave me.
Personalized the order she deserves it.
Its fortunate I'm telling u its a godsend just to be the guy she becomes involved with.
High on the scent of her hair and.
And ill kiss her if she dares me.
She is a renegade on phase two. A mighty Temptress as we switch,to phase three.
And threats of violence dont phase me
Ask my Momma and she can tell you " the streets r the only thing that could raise him"
Hardheaded nah, just not the one to bow down to a man or,idol .
Look i give u game four dollars for a friend feel me.
Thirty points i have made her.
I'm the highest scorer on her team man.
Never To Old For The Sandman!
Ah...respite relished sleeping like a baby,
variations on theme I iterate
impossible to stave of sleepiness,
nor advantageous to struggle against weight
of heavy eyelids akin
to bajillion tons of freight
after squeezing out every iota of energy,
whether mental or physical exhaustive state
subsequently pleasurable surrendering
into realm where unpredictable self portrait,
where pleasant dreams await
a personalized vividly dynamic
realm, where consciousness doth abdicate
analogous to A Stop at Willoughby
Season 1; Episode 30 of Twilight zone
May 6, 1960 - Original air date
though evocative images fill mindscape,
I immediately forget conglomerate
sans, illusory wonderful world
potential motherlode, did create
a bittersweet dire straight,
asper this aspiring scrivener
REM recall equals absolute zero
no matter awakening eye designate
natural process this body to facilitate
transitioning to formulate
after juncture of adequate
time ample restoration did satiate
yours truly revelled within tete a tete
among "FAKE" persons mine
unconscious did amazingly, gracefully,
and inexplicably generate.
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.
What does the sign Subway convey?
What linkage to food does it play?
Word 'subway' hints fast-
sharp arrows broadcast-
the fact you'll get served right away!
December 12, 2020
Contest: Trademark
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Form Used: Limerick
The arrows on the Subway logo represent speed and movement.
You can get a personalized, healthy sub sandwich fast and it jives
well with an active lifestyle. The connection with actual subway
stuff came in 1980 when the founders decided to adopt a common
system by decorating the shops with maps of the New York City
subway system.
https://www.rewindandcapture.com/why-is-subway-called-subway/
I needed a cake for a birthday;
I stopped at a fancy food store.
With Mothers’ Day coming tomorrow,
I lucked out with choices galore.
My daughter loves everything chocolate
And one seemed to really just pop –
A mousse-filled creation in layers,
But crowned with a satiny top.
When asked if the cake could, with icing,
Be personalized on the spot,
The counterman grinned with excitement;
I gathered he does this a lot.
With beautifully swirled dainty letters,
How deftly he piped every word,
But before he completed his artwork,
A happenstance strangely occurred.
He’d asked not a word ‘bout my daughter
But finished his icing design
With a musical staff and a clef note
When it’s music that makes her life shine.
How’d you know? was the best I could muster.
He just smiled as he tenderly placed
What he’d lovingly done in a cake box;
It’s just perfect, no matter the taste.
Dear People of 3025
a thousand years ago we were doing what you do
living, working, eating, sleeping, dreaming, hoping, listening, learning
but now we are dust while you are where we were
your world is probably a lot different than ours was.
We went from putting man on the moon – possibly a hoax
to personalized phones and computers
we thought we were high tech
the more we became tech-savvy the less we were family oriented
in my youth (1950 to 1970) children were outside most of the time
riding scooters, riding bikes, playing ball, jump rope or running games
after technology got ahold of us the children began staying in the house
they were no longer a part of a child community of laughing and running
they gained weight, and began ignoring their families
the parents also became addicted to computer, phone and TV screens
People stopped having family dinners. The laughter was not the same.
The sense of joy was gone, no one listened to anyone else.
It got worse and worse and worse, which may have been the end of our civilization.
It is unclear to me, for I did not live past Year 2044.
Here is my advice to you. Pay attention to your family – play with your children.
Go outside and run, jump, skip, hop. Eat healthy vegetables. I wonder if you are
still eating animals now? It is something to ponder.
Be a family. Play games. Spend time listening to each other.
Most of all – love each other. God put us here for one reason.
To share as much love as possible.
Which is why I am sending this message to you.
I hope it gets to you.
Love, a Person Who has Learned
I scribbled quickly
As they wrote their final exam
Little notes of appreciation
A special individualized message
Thanking each student
For having been in my class
And for bringing me joy
Reminding each one
Of the potential that lies within
For each is a remarkable individual
A personalized message
Of encouragement
And a shared Bible verse
Psalm 37: 4
This was a special class
Made up of pastors
A journalist
An architect
Adults from different walks of life
Some married
Others single
Some shy
Others bold
All wanting to become
Better writers
What an amazing group
My French came in handy
With my students from Algeria
How I loved their French accent
As they tried to pronounce
The bothersome words in English
Leaving a never ending smile on my lips
After they spent an hour writing
I made them pause
To have home baked brownies
I’d made from scratch
Along with a soft drink
A time to relax…
Refreshed
They continued on their essays
And I decorated each note
With stickers
“Great Work”
“Way to Go”
“Excellent”
“You are a Star”
And for the women
Lots of hearts!
I love hearts
They decorate my office
Pillows
Key rings
Earrings
And now
My little notes
Which came straight from my heart
Each one got to exchange the finished essay
For a handwritten note from the teacher
I said with a sheepish grin
“These stickers are not because you are a child….
But…because I am!
I am a child at heart!"
That brought smiles
And a hug from
The journalist from Brazil
“I’m going to cry,” she said.
As she gave me a bear hug
My heart sang
They had learned to love writing
What greater joy could be mine?
The Brazilian journalist
Met me in church last Sabbath,
Gave me another warm hug and said,
“Teacher, thank you for the note
You inspired me to do my best.”
And what she couldn’t articulate well
Sparkled in her eyes
And danced in her hand motions
Silly little stickers
Simple little words
A whole lot of love
Love for my students
EVERYONE needs some encouragement
Everyone needs to know
That inside the heart resides
A wealth of beauty longing to be expressed
A piece of the soul that longs to live forever
In the written word
I thank God I’m a teacher
After all,
I’m in good company
For, the GREATEST Teacher of all time
Jesus Christ
Is my mentor!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Whatever You say God
Who am I to say it differently?
You see things to come
You know what it will look like
I can’t dispute You
My mind is of natural mind
I don’t see what You see
Think what You think
Envision what You will
I don’t see how You can do it
The magnificent feast
But You will do it
I will trust in You
Have Your will
What You say will be
What You promised will come
Yes Lord
It is all in You
Deliver, fulfill
Personalized, specialized
By Your own making
Who can resist it?
Yours God
Are of unequal
Unparalleled
Unchangeable
Uncomprehending
It’s all Yours
That You have called them from the beginning
Destined
Predetermined
To be the absolute ours
God, how can I say it differently?
Faved PoetrySoup poems, I've many a favorite
Are such a treasure trove of Joy
Each one so exquisite
I've many, but imagine, I'll have many, many more
I wish they could be bound in books
Purchased through a PS store!
Leaves of golden artistry of poets that I love
A little bit of heaven on earth
Like sunshine from above
I thought to name these poets, that have written
On my heart, but that would take
Me quite some time,
I don't know where to start!
Suffice to say, I'm blessed, I love this precious group
What treasure troves of blessings
These poems on PoetrySoup
Keep shining, keep on writing, your voices like a song
The aroma of sweet fragrance
Gently stirring all day long
For each new poem that's written, a gem within the sea
A gift of golden treasure is your
Precious poetry
My image shared is just a 'dream' book of sorts, an
idea of how it may be easy for PS to create a personalized
book of our favorite file poems from our dear PS poets.
My mother had an old empty scrapbook I inherited,
I applied the gold lettering just for an example.
Maybe Team Poetry could brainstorm an idea of this
sort, I think it would be wonderful. Anyway, just a thought.
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