Short Enzymes Poems

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Premium Member Love Her Enzymes

On another site, a “new” friend I did find Soon realized she's been there all the whole time Calls me “Happy Jack” How sweet is that Wanna crawl through the screen and caress her enzymes
Form: Limerick


Premium Member A Cheesy Miracle of Life

Bacteria flirting with enzymes,
co mingling every which way,
with friendly organisms that give birth
every time to curds and whey.
That's the miracle of life as seen through my eyes,
as I look down upon the cheese upon my fries.
Form: Rhyme

The Greatest Sufferer

Food is the greatest sufferer
fingers pinch it but  no cry
teeth bite it but no cry
throat swallows but no cry
enzymes destroy it but no cry
it lives in torture chambers
would- be rescuers, say no cry
this food that walks or is walked!
Form: Elegy

Vipers Kiss Ii

What is there within this vagrant lady
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?

Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
Form: Verse

From Love To Love

Amalgam  vis-à-vis 
of enzymes...
enraptured bows
of intimate fires...
Love, unsatisfied mix
of electrons, protons and neutrons!
screens emotionally
intertwined in feelings
ethereally woven...
prime seams,
magnetized caresses
attracted by the vortex,
kinesthetic vibration
that is the love !


From Love To Love From a Flower To a Garden

Amalgam vis-à-vis
of platonic enzymes,
intimate fireworks broth
enraptured,
unsatisfied mix
of protons, electrons
and neutrons.
web emotionally
strewn with
woven feelings
fluidly, are
matrix firstfruits,
pure words that
from the book don't run away
antimagnetic apples
that of the tree
don't fall ,
 phenomenon from love to love...

The Fart Factory

Different firm within the factory
The location the belly
Cowpea the raw material be
Having brought into the factory
But afore processed to be boiled
The tongue a transporter
From the gate of the mouth
Passing through the oesophagus track-way
Enzymes within functioning as workers
And the finished product derived
Distributed by the anus
The fart is produced
For the consumption of the people

My Special Meal

Familiar aroma oozes from the fry pan,
Secretion of enzymes makes me lick my lips,
Fried plantain and Jollof rice I love more than Dan,
Mum knows how to spice it well before she sleeps.

I rushed down to the kitchen without waiting,
I can`t miss my sumptuous rice after a game,
Mum sent me out to shower or I get nothing,
Fidgeting;hoping the quantity will be the same.


Contest:"A pleasant childhood Memory" sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Form: Quatrain

Toast

After a brief illness,
some dry toast.

This is how we create the world;
with electrochemical reactions.
Some enzymes melt monsters,
some chew moccasins
to make a morning supple enough
to make it to evening,
One thought must be 
hammered to another
until a scaffold is erected
into mind-bones.

After the toast, a part of me
goes for a walk,
another part stays home
repairing a straw life, in case
the big bad wolf returns.

Toast

After a brief illness,
some dry toast.

This is how we create the world;
with electrochemical reparations,
enzymes to melt monsters.
We chew moccasins supple enough
to travel on to evening,

One thought must be 
hammered to another
until a scaffold is erected,
a bone ribbed archway
for onward journeys.

After the toast, a part of me
goes for a walk,
another part stays home
repairing a straw life, in case
the big bad wolf returns.

Midnight Hunger

The rumbling sound,
While I lie low to the ground-
Calling upon the cuffs of sleep -
To keep me in the jails deep-
It is a wave that strikes;
A hungry tummy to get a slice,
Of bread,
Of breath.
With a frothed mouth,
The emptiness goes south.
In this darkness, craving for food,
I remember the nuts unchewed.
With my head under the pillow, I yawn;
And the stomach enzymes spawn.
Midnight hunger is disaster,
That needs to be served like a master.
Form: Rhyme

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