Proteins
Water-soluble proteins live in
the centre of
infant building blocks.
Leaves leave deciduous trees in the Fall.
continue shedding at its earliest.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Azure sky ready for Autumn to call.
Maple , apple, cherry, pear, oak as seen
to conserve water at Winter - crisis.
needed by them for photosynthesis.
shedding leaves at end of growing season
Diffuse-porous wood anatomy owned,
these trees using proteins stored in roots.
and inner bark from last year's foliage
as nitrogen source for new leaves be grown.
Nascent leaves are retrieved by getting boost.
Deciduous trees have normal storage.
God made man perfect
And planted
Two bean-like objects
Inside his abdomen
And warned mankind
Not to eat the forbidden fruits
But mankind failed to listen
And took
too much Salt
And took
Too much Soda
And took
Too much proteins
And took
Too much carbohydrates
And took
Too much fatty foods
And took
Far too much spirits
That landed mankind
With Renal failures
I am a eukaryotic cell with various organelles,
I am present in various shapes of stellate, spherical and knob threads.
Nucleus is my brain,
Which has karyolymph and a nuclear membrane.
Closer to it, lies the ER which spreads like a huge network,
And carries out its repair work.
Beside ER lies the flattened sacs of Golgi Bodies,
Which performs the job of storing and packing proteins.
Lysosomes are fearless protectors,
Who act upon the worn out cell parts acting as dispensers.
I gain all my power from the ATP molecules released by mitochondria,
The power house of every cell body.
This is how I am able to perform all life processes,
For I have my special jewels, my cell organelles.
~Deveshi Hans
Mam told me I must eat my greens
I’m certain I know what she means
I pick lots of snot,
And then eat the lot
It’s tasty and full of proteins!
Mam’s livid and screams ACT YOUR YEARS
Aged fifty, I burst into tears
She whacks me round the head
Then she sends me to bed
And now I’ve got cauliflower ears!
For a lovely on line friend who gave me the first line and challenged me to write a poem ... it caused many snickers when he got the final poem
12/23/21
Alas, those days are gone! So long Argentina!
Deprived by vaccine law! Must do or be fool-dead!
Viral fear so rapid, the gene-techs’ in fast rev
Ending the long debate, big pharm governs mandates!
No talk of tried and true, gene-play is in fashion
Though it has been decades, with research showing naught
Usurping panic won, in careful thought’s adieu
RNA induction, into cells muscular
Everyone producing, proteins of a microbe!
Spike me with this logic, for I’ll become hostess
Stranger no more to me, I make the antigens!
Of nucleic acid shots, none are like polio…
Now the scientific fad’s gene manipulation
Even in infant phase, unready for the stage!
(12/21/2021: Meridian 342 Bethel Island)
Whatever mix of proteins poured
With that inoculation draught
Drunk by my vein, not thirsted for,
But sipped in the subtle rhythms
Of pulse beat, of embodiment,
Moulds to the clay that forms myself,
I know only shameful nothing,
And in my unproud ignorance
Is only a child’s solemn trust
In all that must be, for all good.
My constant fall during my boyhood,
(Between age of eight to nine), stood;
A concern for my father who thought,
There’s something lacking from my part;
Proteins? Vitamins? Calcium? Iron?
He did not know what could be done,
Balanced diet, he thought, might end;
Making bones and flesh greatly blend,
I ate, slept, woke, coyly played around;
Like a calf untied with happiness abound,
And fell; Lo, there my father had to feel;
Has the illness not got a proper heal?
He did not relent, yet; increased the effort,
Though, within him, he got a little hurt;
A strong young man of royal decorum,
Was what he wished to see in my bosom;
He did not give up though he was upset,
He knew strength within children gets set;
It’s then he saw me learning to rise,
Amidst severest of falls, with no cries;
He, slowly, left me to rise from my falls,
He’s happy for this; success this he calls…
06 December 2021
I mingle in the herd as a founding member,
carefully avoiding treading on toes
and breathing foul breath.
But, all we members have to be gathered there together.
It is a herd of all for one, and one for all,
mutually dependent on each other,
for herd's immunity to stop the spread.
Like herds of sheep, cows and goats,
and schools of fish and dolphins,
there is safety in numbers
and being within the huddle in swirling mob.
So the virus wastes its
jabs of spike proteins
on miss-hits and strike outs
on immune cells
and eventually dies out.
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SONG: Voices from Hawaii, 'Doxology' sung acapella in Hawaiian
GIFY: By FG Proteins
'Satisfying Cold and Hot'
2020 December 08
By Will K
"Mele Kalikimaka"
ALOHA!
The spiral staircase of life well defines
if hair is red and eyes are colored gray.
It is a twisted lattice we can’t climb,
the mystery of cells called DNA.
Each rung within the spiral carries data,
so important to the chromosomal cell
a roadmap to the now and then the later.
A microscopic story it will tell.
A double helix work of godly art
composed of molecules and acids,
genetic program for the mind and heart
alongside proteins and lipids.
It truly is the spiral of all spirals
in that without it, we’d have no life at all.
It is proof we are walking, living miracles
and our DNA has histories to recall.
6/16/20
'Spiral' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
A menu, Annetta, I’m hungry as a bear.
But first, something lighter, tell me, what have you there?
Chips, by the bowlful with salsa as starter fare.
Do bring them A-S-A-P, and yes, I declare
Extra? bring some queso with tender, loving care.
First course finished, once more the menu, if you please;
Greens, tomatoes, cucumbers with lots of chickpeas,
Hidden Valley ranch, the best dressing will appease.
Iced sweet tea with two slices of lemon, I’ll squeeze.
Just a simple salad will stave my hunger’s chime.
Keep that menu close at hand, for proteins are prime;
Leafy salad down the hatch, now it’s entrée time.
Menu calls loudly in clear meatier voices.
Now for the main course, Bueno! stomach rejoices.
Operation Fulfillment: contentment, my need.
Polla Poblano, with rice and black beans to spare;
Quesadillas, two with chorizo, two with cheese.
Rich cuisine fills me up, I am feeling sublime.
Skipping dessert sounds like the wisest of choices,
Tosh! bring me fried ice cream, for I have gone to seed.
April 6, 2020
Contest: Minuanetta Poems
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
A nanosecond clock in a micro universe
dividing billion cells, in proteins immersed.
Cobbled together, ladders of DNA blueprint
double-helix twisted, gene-code with no hint.
A-T-C-G dialect, like a Shakespeare sonnet,
chord of notes with quirky programs on it.
Mother Nature database of zillion Giga Bytes
an elegant mystery, how so small she writes?
Sequence of little molecules, makeup diverse
In a Genome Microcosm*, Life is a Universe.
*The word Microcosm in Greek means "Small Cosmos"
14th July 2019
Miniverse Contest
Spring rain hung around a tad bit long
Soaking Mother Nature with downpours of tiny storms
Bringing some cooler weather with cold shivering winds
Giving breaks to lawn sprinklers by Mother Nature’s will
Messing up some tree branches
Spoiling some flowering bushes
Flooding up ant colonies
Sending birds to take shelters behind tree leaves
Creeks started flowing again
Puddles started forming again
Bringing joy to snails and slugs
Calling them to explore the wet world
Ducklings liked playing in the puddles
Turkeys appreciated meals of snails and slugs
Squirrels and rabbits became jubilant
Started scurrying around with new triumph
Insects got new lives
Danced in the air buzzing at various heights
Birds got ample supply of healthy proteins
Overjoyed to feed their precious hatchlings
Mountain tops got sprinkles of fresh white powder
Curvy roads showed sights of lingering foggy vapors
Waterfalls came alive through cracks between mountain pillars
River started gushing creating rhythms of beating drums
Big raindrops of spring rain
Brought freshness to mind’s brain
Stopping dreary thought trains
Furthered to enjoy Mother Nature’s magnificent plays again
What’s a cell without its membrane?
A bulbous mass of uhck?
A strung-out sea that’s ever-expanding?
An ugly pile of gook?
Does it know where proteins go?
Are signals always mistook?
Do organelles discombobulate
And invaders overlook?
Can it feel? Can it fathom?
Does it know which way is up?
Is a formless blob of matter
Anything but gobbledygook?
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