#progeny
A Finn-Dorset clone,
Now not the alone.
Born on 5 July in 1996,
She died on Valentine's Day in 2003.
The celebrity sheep she died at the age of six,
Produced not from the common ovine ***
Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer created her, read on.
Named after Dolly Parton,
'Coz of her admired *****
Somatic cells were taken from a sheep's udders,
Extracted not without the sheep's jitters.
This sheep was the donor.
However, these cells were enucleated,
And the enucleated nucleus was handled.
Injected it was into a Finn-Dorset's embryo,
Oh yes, the embryo was without a nucleus.
This sheep was the recipient.
Without a folly, born was Dolly,
Resemble she did the donor.
Not only in its visible phenotype
But also in its invisible genotype.
Differ she did but only in her mitochondrial DNA.
Her birth did open a new portal,
Now pet lovers get their pets cloned.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
(cira December 22nd, 1996)
Abby tested positive, (sans colonized)
with clusters of Group B streptococcus
(GBS, a type of bacterial infection found
within ****** and/or ****** undergoing
routine prenatal examinations during third
trimester of pregnancy with (Eden),
which intent toward natural childbirth delivery
preparations came to screeching halt, cuz said
harmful naturally existing toxic secretions
(detected within about 25% of all healthy,
adult women), thus midwives at Bryn Mawr
Birthing Center could no longer countenance
(against good interdenominational faithful con
science and any impending lawsuits) assist with
timely delivery starkly aware of serious adverse
risks via incumbent natural birth.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hence sea change
immediately adopted
pitting mum blame
ming discombobulation
as she scuttled
linkedin with intravenous tubes game
lee crossing Township Line Road
(all the while,
her body shored up lame
basted with necessary intravenous sustaining
nutriment fluids none
of which I could name
awaiting to be wheeled into sterile
antiseptic hospital prenatal
ward, where shame
enveloped descended,
where questions addressed
to fly by night doctor
brushed away unlike
storybook television medics,
where real life hectic frenzy all hustle
and abustle becalm temporarily tame
when cameo appearance
of Doctor Do Little rushed into fray
(hastening onset of cervical dilation to grow
so he could, return as an ordinary Joe
to his interrupted round golf
with Trump at Mar-a-Lago)
when labor pains
did not start less or mo
(at the convenience
of obstetrician), a no
name generic brand hailed
from "doc" side of the moon oh
most without consensus,
hestarted "mother"
on an IV infusion poe
shun of oxytocin
(brand name Pitocin),
which agitation provoked
roil (royal) row
her disposition to
high blood pressure
quieted by attendant
mid wives beaming
at "starry eyed student,"
who uttered whoa
Already daughter wasted
no time lambasting us
newly minted parents for intervening,
sans natural status quo
versus surrendering "scheduled birth"
before launching into
the peroration slow
wing enunciation (something
about Dorothy and
the wizard of Id) in toto
of a lengthy excoriating speech, she rehearsed
while she bobbed around in utero
like ma's yoyo.
The departure from maternity ward
back to Pennfield Manor Apartments
of Hatfield, Pennsylvania
appeared (hyperbole understated)
as a double edged sword,
an ill fitting car seat
generating highest decibels
screaming (do nut under estimate
the lungs of a newborn)
whom this papa being hard
of hearing now, thereafter
hitherto known as
the pantomiming bard.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Illustrious queen, set me free
from the chains of my desire
Though mere form, an eternal dream
relieved by bursts of white fire
A primordial odyssey
from ocean's novel progeny
Crawled out of Cambrian waters,
fish who yielded the first daughters
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
.
*Night dreams conjure births
Such singing life waking us
Bird song in morning*
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
Thorns tickle my throat
Come
The cranes that feed their
Children;
My son’s already inventing.
The night’s my only staple
Come
The stars that sing for
Others;
I list in endless insomnia.
Slowly glowed the river
Come
The golden sorts of
Dreams;
I leave them for my progeny
And surrender to what I’d sworn.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist
Ego dwells in all
Serves a purpose over time
Ego screams and hollers
Like one stuck in slime,
When it is time to let go
Go it must for the good of all
Just thank and let it go
Promise it is for the best
That the ego that lets go
Finds peace to reside within
All tamed and mature
To tell many a story
To the future progeny
When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
O, little house.
Little house of memories.
With old locked doors
And missing keys
Places to go, things to see.
O, little house.
O, tiny house.
Tiny of house of no more laughter
Simply staring
It's children after
A great heavy weight upon its rafters.
O, tiny house.
O, lonely house.
Who is left to you this day?
All your children
Gone away.
Maybe they'll be back some day.
O, lonely house.
O, aging house.
Once a place of joy and learning.
Left alone
Left dearly yearning
The backs of children you raised now turning.
O, aging house.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Ignite the burning desire to dispel darkness
Deep within your heart to light up the path
Leading to a world full of love and bonhomie
So many minds still stranded in dark streets
With the passion to create widespread mayhem
From darkness they return to darkness
Dying a forlorn death, misdirected existence
Unaware of the warmth of positive zeal
Reach out to them, pass on the light
Give them a direction, to the path of tranquility
Every measured step leading to secured future
Our posterity is holding our hands for direction
If we not lead them to a better world
Then who else will take the onus to dispel darkness
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC