Splicing Poems - Poems about Splicing

... An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as......

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... Charming cut flower in a crystal vase of gilded gold Displayed on an oak table with lace montage Splicing and cutting a stunning debut As life becomes a movie on the stage of att......

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...Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar.. ......

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... I deserve to know the blueprints of my eyes... You deserve to know why the rose dies... I want to know God's compromise... You shall know how Love writhes... Your eyes were designed to see de......

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...The blender switches on, The Clock starts ticking. Stitching it's imprint, Into Existence. Each Instant, Different. Gears whirring, Agitated, Stirring Emotions, Splicing, Thou......

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...She skates along the edge of sanity. The line between disaster and divine. Heart now tasting the inhumanity, without the lonely sip of the sweet wine. Digging whilst drowning the depths of ......

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...When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations Mapping o......

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...("Perception/Reality Merit Badge" #62, 2015, original oil) Smoke and Mirrors Amid the flux Of shimmering sound and vision Someone is lying Is it your eyes Is it your ears Is it tho......

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...The bruises and burns From her cooking and washing pots and pans Her former hands, so dainty and soft Have now become coarse and calloused Scars from knives on her hands and her t......

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...A smoothie barista's a thing? Gadzooks, Batman, why the hype? Fresh fruit, yogurt: tangy, ripe. Ah, perfection - that's my type. ---------- A Zeno is 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1, with rhyme ......

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... “The Splice of Life” When colour was to be washed out of the world the evil ones didn’t care the Actor led with his Dementors either side of him La......

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...I think love is the greatest thing – and few will disagree; and no need for gene splicing, genome sequencing in a lab to propagate – just good old fashioned love produces love: with gentle str......

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...~ You’re the Mender of My Fences… Time has a way of rusting out the wires or rotting the posts off below the ground and then the horses would go a strayin' any place that the fence had fallen do......

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...I’ve heard it said . . . our future is in peril and deadly danger Those close to us are listening, to the whispers of a stranger The Word of God lies hidden, in the depths of cold despair Lying bu......

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...Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete an......

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