Something old, something new!
I rebirth beyond what my roots eschew.
I ascend from my descendant's group shadow,
to rise above and beyond what they bestow.
I cannot shed their genes and heritage.
While I respect my upbringing and parentage.
I rise above the limits of pedigree,
to shred the trammel bounds of mediocrity.
So here I stand both old and new.
Living a dream they never knew.
With the blockchain defining my past,
Eaten with my fate in a defiant repast.
My genes define my descendants' phenotype.
Alas I cannot change their archetype,
beyond the mutations in my DNA,
to give my progeny my ascent display.
Arise descendant now ascendant
Bask in joyous glee resplendent.
Categories:
phenotype, family, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Viaduct of the entire human race
Kept Always unmentioned for fear of shame
I determine Gender and phenotype
Even though so important, silenced name
Centuries of insults,torments, name blame
Ladies be proud of me and not Ashamed!
Categories:
phenotype, character, discrimination, extended metaphor,
Form: Name
Your typical cerebrum below reasoning,
Intriguers my gray matter without questioning
While the white matted and mutating to black,
Tissues, I can never use to wipe away my tears.
Your cerebellum activate optimum hatred
Credits my connective tissues with a damaged elastin
The dominant recession of synapses executes work of neurons
Your phenomenal mind associates its knowledge of me with the phenotype
Opposed to the responsibility of a trait, invisibly to sights…
My typical medulla oblongata,
Grasp of its response is between your manhood
From your actions, admirable food
Yet I still insist for us to reach the end
The ultimatum I can’t even comprehend
Infatuated with anger from what you still condescend
And my request remain naked my friend,
Let this lust end.
Let this end,
For your cerebrum to reason with your effects
For my lobes and involuntary doings to suit my emotions
For your thoughts to know me no more
For my heart to love you no more
To make these the last days of my fun,
The final introspection, last days.
Categories:
phenotype, anger, deep, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse
My cute wife was a giant toad in real life
During birth she changed her bawdy phenotype
She croaked all day
Balked my bouquet
And darted a sly glance at Macauliffe.
Categories:
phenotype, nonsense, , cute,
Form: Limerick
Puppet my puppet the snippet of my life
In the time of blues you glue my phenotype
My foamy love caboodle
Fun run and kiss no boodle
You sit on tears-puddle in the hours of strife
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
PUPPETS - Poetry Contest
Sponsor John lawless
15 December 2014
Categories:
phenotype, love,
Form: Limerick
Life’s tortures seem a part of my biological design
absorbing pain, a phenotype
and solutions, seemingly advancing in a slow motion
ten hands all over, tearing my blouse
hundred long nails
shredding my skin down to the dermis
The waters have turned salty
and all edibles-decayed with maggots
I’m roasted by hunger and fried with thirst
pressed by two rocks
and the valley of escape filled with thorns and reptiles
I’ve been tied to the Earth for even animals to trample upon
escaping from a dangerous path
lands me on a slippery ground
sliding down, having a free fall with no help
But!
The same life which once passes urine on me
has now provided a fresh stream for a deep bath
the same sky, once filled with pregnant dark clouds
shines the light of hope and freedom
I’ve been hit but not crushed, bruised but not bleeding
heated but not burnt and swallowed but not chewed
I’m out! I’ve overcomed and now I’m free!
Categories:
phenotype, abuse, adventure, character, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
Positive mind – Zamreen Zarook
Minds are of various type,
Most are solely stereotype,
Positive once are always phenotype,
But being neutral also not a prototype.
Mind become as the main role player,
It is our biggest annoyer,
No doubt, it’s our great betrayer,
Understanding this makes an extra ordinary player.
Wrong assumptions inculcate due to this sight,
People don't know its height and weight,
Misunderstandings and crushes are as light,
Our negative eye was our sky light.
A boy goes to wine store,
Controlling the mind out of deplore,
Make our mind say “He went for a cash change” and it was his core,
It’s our time to change our folk lore.
Categories:
phenotype, betrayal, courage, drink, faith,
Form: Rhyme