left little room
for ambiguity
There are wrinkles
in the core
Here
and cardinals
sing along with white-
throated sparrows
in various cadences
above my head
while I write lesson plans
on a glass table
about meiosis
for tomorrow
(bad jokes
included)
“Mom says
I can’t do
meiosis
until I finish
my interphase”
She was younger
than me and brimming
with possibility
a decent job
friends to meet,
appointments,
and azaleas turning scarlet
I try to live a life
of clean example
Somehow I ended up
with the remnants
of mistakes
and forgotten dreams
Maybe I will meet
Picasso in the next heaven
where I am a cube
of his former love-life,
strumming a guitar
in cubism
compare
painted brushes
and humbler
fantasies
and possibly
create a new
genre
they
fought a
millienium
to be free
from
hegmony
a republic of
equal
hearts
inked in blood
of history
Free
to be
did not last
no matter
the struggles
of the past
Hedged in
freedom
could not be
emeshed
by tentacles
'cross
another sea
NOTE::THIS MEIOSIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
A Mind Robber
Out of my mind had made a spectacle
Because about everything I was skeptical
And when upside down had been landing
Commanding lead were not understanding.
What was wrong with my awful approach
When on all others it always did encroach
And is reason many are now hysterical
After finding out I am horribly heretical.
Maybe it just might have been mitosis
Combined together causing a meiosis
As result of some resounding synapsis
That probably suffered from many mishapses.
I am beginning to believe without any doubt
This is what Trump truly is really about
But instead of being a joiner and bright healer
Was presumed seen in Pittsburg being a Steeler.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
Trump is a robber and stealer of people's minds
As well as scalper of their behinds.
The human genome consists of 20 000 paired genes… about…
During meiosis, gametes are generated by randomly swapping genetic material… let's shout…
2^(20 000) = 10^(6 000) possible sperm (proud of daddy)… boy scout…
2^(20 000) = 10^(6 000) possible ova (proud of mommy)… far-out…
2^(40 000) = 10^(12 000) possible zygotes… freak out…
1 zygote in 10^(12 000) = Improbable Me… no doubt!
;-))
POETRY POUR
Tangled and tailored mind mines
yielding schemes of lyrics chants.
Epic cadence aide memoires
as fragments inked to stelaes
beginning poetry birth..
Canons animated germs
sprouting better verse meiosis.
Struggles ravel block strong concepts
among rituals to bonny
fountain penned poems.
Tragedy and comedy paint
drama portraits. Infused too
are muses displaying unique styles.
Variance spells beauty and magic
Freedom of speech spread in cruise.
Now... Anything experience
by the senses may cradle
lashing wreathes of new verses
Awaiting! Just awaiting
to be written and told.
A pen and paper at hand
or ipad to scribble words.
Conceiving poetry
to be labored on and on.
Beholding and moving man!
Author one, two, three and more.
Don't hold back! let it go!
Capture this one through...
Make it happen! Let it flow!
A RAINING POETRY POUR!
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10: 24pm
September 19, 2014
Kisses of symbiosis fuse, merge
and
condense
by luminous conjugation
of the unproven soul meiosis ............
I kiss your lips
I taste your soul
I feel the real you inside my soul
our spirits remix
you paint my lips with your taste, your breath, your feel, your soul
your essence of existence now I feel and know
we instill to be still,
we combine our fates, unite
your thoughts cross-hatches mine
we twist, we turn closing our eyes to complete our need
we Intertwine, we tangle, we whine
our body, soul and spirit stabilizes as one
our souls intensify, fly
inscribed with love, we carve peace
we prepare our wishes to bliss, to pieces
as our feelings and emotions float with pride
the need to fill and be filled has been met indeed
our emotions glowing wild
our temperatures rise, surging high
our hearts pump thumping swift
our bodies melt conforming in rhythm
beating in synchrony to our feelings
the touch, the feelings, conforms, reforms, reshapes with a quick pace
our skins peel for healing, as ownership is achieved
we sink into each others soul and arms hugging
the unproven soul meiosis occur surging
we combine our souls evolving
as we descend with kisses of symbiosis .................
I broke a window in
winter.
The surly warmonger is
released into the wild, and
though it was bred in captivity itself,
Meiosis still appears to be its primary form of
propogation.
See this.
A plume of hatred rising through the ether only to
impact the bright face of the white watcher.
Rays splay every which way
Eclipse!
Eclipse!
Detritus and decay!
Farbeit from us to shed tears when Luna suffocates the day!
As if my inner sound was demanding
take me for
meiosis ;
I want to break into many daughter things.
Half my genes
half my color
partly male
partly female
disowning the boundaries,
my lasting pain of grief and anguish
becomes an androgynous god.
I hear the voices in brain
I see the nebulous thoughts dancing
I touch the fallen tears
from faceless eyes.
All my thoughts are leading to void
coming from nowhere
going to nowhere,
I am water and I am sand !
SATISH VERMA
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