"characterization" poems
They Call It Heresy,
We Call It Genuine Science
We designed the genes' primers,
Ordered them along the oligomers.
Our aim is an elaborate one,
It involves molecular cloning,
Sequence characterization, and
Relative expression analysis of
Bovine Trefoil Factors.
Now we hope to clone the gene,
The gene which is of a bovine origin,
By extensive working hours input,
And bearing in mind the risks,
Of not getting the desired output,
The possibility of failure always therein,
But pregnancy, healing & immunity it's governing.
Three types of trefoil factors there are,
TFF1: It suppresses gastric carcinoma,
And also helps in pregnancy,
TFF2: Helps exclusively in cancer research,
TFF3: Helps exclusively in pregnancy maintenance,
And also our prime interest.
After cloning the genes,
We have to sequence them,
And after characterization,
We have to analyse them,
After relative expression.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Does it mean the same to me
That it means to you?
Is it your dreamland paradise?
Can these dreams come true?
Is it meeting your soulmate
Or finally achieving your MBA?
Maybe it is just staying sober
And taking it day by day
Is it a mood or a lifetime
Or only a wonderland?
Can it be Heaven on Earth?
Does it have to be free of the ******
It is "The Promise Land",
According to Webster's definition
That's what we once called America,
Have we maintained this characterization?
"Fairytale-land" is one more synonym
If this is true, let's use Disney's example
Bitter stories with exuberant endings
The possibilities are prepetual and ample
Are we all living in our land of enchantment?
Is Utopia what we create and decide?
Can we have a miserable paradise
If that's how we live in our minds?
I've had so many hard times
But if you ask I want you to know
I only count the eminent in-betweens
I only live in the moments that glow
You only have one life to live
So now you better decide
Are you living in your Utopia?
And is it what you visioned in your mind?
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Creating a character.
Its perfect dialogue.
Turn the page.
Find out what's next.
Read about his horrid past..
One that didn't last.
Find out that you were wrong all along.
That the hangovers don't last.
And sobriety comes fast.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Sometimes strange things happen.
In the afternoon mostly, after lunch and rest.
Today in was the morning.
A communist asked me
" Did I know the difference between Chinese communism and Vietnamese communism"?
To be honest..I did not.
This is the first time I had been asked this question.
A new experience.
I sensed a passion, a desire for me to answer.
We ascend from time-to-time.
So I said
" The characterization of the struggle"
I put effort into this.
Attention and love.
Was the communist satisfied?
I don't know
But we all learn to do necessary things.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Your actions have reactions
yet we don't know the
hardships you don't speak of...
I can't judge you and neither
can anybody else.
Though you may seem
one way you probably
think completely different...
I don't know how you really feel
and neither does anybody else.
Let me apologize for characterization,
stereotypes, discrimination, and prejudice
for you are a human just like us.
I'm not sure if you are what they say you are
and neither is anybody else.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC
~
Gumby, Wood Woodpecker and Me
~
somewhere in the mother lode
of a thousand poems scripted,
lies a pen-pained tribulation, an old ode,
to the taming of the shrew,
the shock and awe of my new born,
slept-on hair mode
Ogdiddy,
she says,
rise up quick!
thy self to the mirror dispatch,
see what god hath wrought
upon thy head this brand new morn
blessed am I,
at this late stage,
in posses of a
goodly and shocking amount
of hair au naturel
each of my body's parts has a mind of its own,
my hairs, each one a different opinion and resultantly
an amazing new creation born come dawn
sometimes straight up like Gumby
she quips,
sometimes a shocking tail to one side
in the style of one Woody Woodpecker,
she mockingly cries!
and on and on each daily
a new cartoon characterization proposition,
until one day in feigned wrath I do reply
*just you wait Mrs. Higgins, just you wait,
you will rue the day my do
will be best described and descried by you
as akin to that of one known as
SpongeBob SquarePants*
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
A master of characterization
After moments of gesticulation
Your characters become universal
Images play without dress rehearsal .
First created, an idealistic knight,
Who teaches the perfect techniques to fight.
Next danced a lad of ladies' desire .
Your words described me, "a lad of fire."
A counterfeit nun pilgrimed with the bunch.
She starved her dogs to have a second lunch,
Yet, you viewed her as whimsical and tame.
The way she faked, sung, and lied was a shame.
Still, I know this false Prioress today,
Characters such as this wont fade away.
The Miller modeled your retched Scot.
I too am Scottish, but retched I'm not!
Though we don't always view the world as one,
I have the faint soul of your pseudo son.
I too would flirt with the strong Wife if Bath,
And roam with the pilgrims down that God path.
Master at comic irony, you are
The church was corrupt, relics in a jar
Or a pardon for an extorted fee.
Friars with gifts for girls could not trick thee.
Twenty four of one twenty were finished,
But the affects will not be diminished.
They say you're number two in history.
For people like me, that's a mystery.
In a quill duel between Shakespeare and you,
You'd leap to number one, Shakespeare to two.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
She got a big *****
Yet, should I call her “big *****
To many, the implications of having a big *****
Contains a certain celestial-power value.
When one generally conceptualizes a person
Who has a big ***** one often associates
The notion of a big ***** as a good characterization
Of a human being. However, one must propose
A remarkably simple question—
Is having a big ***** a good characterization
Of a human being? While considering this question,
One must understand that the actual idea
Of “goodness” is simply undefinable.
This is simply because one is unable
To understand an idea without the use of the mind.
As one may assume, a big ***** symbolizes strength
And power. There is something objectively cerebral
That pushes a big ***** into existence.
One must note that a big *****
Is a sense of action.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
The world is full of gray people
Who have a difficult definition
They’re hard to paint a portrait of
And don’t last long in pictures
Because
They can’t sit still for long
They aren’t an illustration
From a children’s book
Because
They lack the color
They haven’t got a green
Nor red.
Nor blue.
Nor yellow.
They’re not a black and white comic
One that can be easily understood
By all
For that they lack legibility
They are gray
You can’t find them in a picture book
Because
They have too many chapters
All words
No pictures
Vague words
With multiple meanings
Similes and metaphors
Symbols and motifs
Characterization
That still leaves them
Incomplete
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
The museum feels like heaven, feels like I could walk into the corner Pollack and the indiscriminate Monet, but there’s the characterization of Thomas Kane and you hate Mondays security guard.
The man with a beard followed me all the way from the Impressionist room to the modern films and when he finally made me lift my eyes from the canvas, his were turquoise and shook me awake.
I kept running up the stairs because I finally found out where they keep the hidden garden with the spiraled copper fountain and I laughed when I found my reflection in the Italian enamel.
You fell asleep with your head on my knees.
The weight of your skull was alarmingly heavy, so I played with your hair until you woke up. The moment of recognition on your face was so human I wanted to cry.
You scrunch up your eyebrows and touch your glasses trying to remember and a tiny echo of a perfect smile plays on your lips. You kiss me exactly and hum along.
You carried a contraband white umbrella into the gallery so we hid it under a desk. Your helmet was still blank so I gave you some concept art. Your languid loss of service as a multitude of goodbyes allow me to kiss your forehead right as your thoughts hit the pillow.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I understand why you tuck me into a warmer blanket before you leave for work in the morning with your heavy boots and your thermos and let me sleep while you shower and kiss me awake for breakfast with a cup of coffee in hand.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Never had I seen such beauty like yours,
Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file.
Never had I seen such wit as yours,
Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule.
Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness.
Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection.
Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony.
The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness.
The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless.
Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration.
Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of.
My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back.
I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness.
I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm.
I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity.
I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips.
I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies.
But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity.
Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace,
For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty,
For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness,
For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness.
I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled.
I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you,
Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether.
I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through,
Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated.
I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand,
Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
-A gush more like an abundance of beautiful characterization evolves from your peach filled spirit. Its a vibrant resonance of bittersweet, soft,cool,bold,direct enunciation your love is worthy but your love comes never second to irrelevant bull****. Your a woman of great power, massive abilities your words flow deep deep within the veins of your soul those of which are never familiar of holding grudges. The golden shimmered but supple sweetness of your complexion has the ability to magnetize many eyes minds and souls keeping people glued like admiring an art sculpture. Full lips absolute and unimpaired for the perfect man to endow appreciate and adore. Daredevil at hand never depending on another woman or man's hand. Spirit insignificant never to be compared nor related to another spirit that is not as lively as yours. Majestry is what I call your elegance, your aura a sweet epiphany fantasizing about you because you never limit yourself you are indeed the shit. Your strength is astounding, although we've grown you are the feminine work of art, a soulmate I will never lose in spirit, the feeling ia stagnant I must be near you your laugh will always be a symmetrical rescue to my mental state of mind.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
A man with passion for the Hound
It was travels anywhere bound
But its that trademark racing hound
Some say I am an enthused Bus Nut
But their characterization of me is well put
State to state in only the hound can relate
A true heart that doesn’t hesitate
The thought of a bus
Yet it is the scenery being an absolute must
A friendly hand at the wheel
The relaxed comfort zone in how the passengers feel
The hound’s mission, “A REASON TO RIDE”
The sleek look in what the hound provides
But the hound’s enthusiasm goes even further
My own bus collection preservation that would amaze
It’s the enjoyment of motor coaches being a praise
The hound has strived from years before
Bus travel is for all too explore
The plane flies high above
The train travels in ward with speed to think of
The hound bringing scenery up close and personal
The love for man’s best friend
Pure togetherness until the end
Houndman Cometh who has arrived
That name being the stride
But what’s in that name?
Pure commitment being total aim
Feeling inspired without any blame
Moving along with a feeling in knowing where Houndman Cometh belongs
This is what keeps the love for buses strong
It was the Hound and Houndman taking you all for a ride
A short moment like a rolling tide but strong attention in provide.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Scouting the Score
Afar, covertly appreciating the assets of the temple
branded with features such as long shapely legs
and wicked curves making any true man dribble
wanting to acquire this monument of exquisite art
to selfishly possess and enhance one’s characterization
Planning the Score
Cleverly surmised strategies and counter-strategies render
thoughts using skilled experiences from past wars of this art
however, this is no trivial game or any haphazard endeavor
but perhaps an outline to the fulfillment of one’s epic story
written in devotion and nurturing love that is God’s glory
Executing the Score
Introducing ego into the circumstances of the score
to facilitate the acknowledgement of a new presence
only to find uncertainty and chaos ruling the conditions
with all the carefully laid plans losing their merit and vigor
to become a fly trapped in this spider web of emotions
Finalizing the Score
No longer controlling one’s destiny to possess the score
as these unknown perceptions warped logic and reality
like the event horizon of a massive blackhole in space
causing a blissful instability in the sanity of character
thus, becoming the victim, master, or devoted partner.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
The regular usage
of certain adjectives
has diminished the fortitude
to which they are entitled
But I have found some things
that have taught me their true meaning
and merit their characterization
For instance,
One ought to reserve "breathtaking"
to describe the sunflower field
that I ran to, laughing, with friends
bursting with joyful yellows and grounding greens
as far as the eye can see
reaching, yearning for the light
One ought to reserve "incredible"
to describe the dance between the sky and the river
so beautiful that it truly is difficult to believe
the way the sky looks like a painting
brushed by the passion of an artist
and the way it is reflected by the river
which adds a twinkle as the water waltzes to and fro
One ought to reserve "awesome"
to describe the bustling city
that has beauty and history tucked into every corner
and that positively sparkles in the nighttime
the city in which you have no control over the smile that makes a home on your face
and the way your eyes hurry to take it all in
Je suis contente que j'ai appris
le sens de ces beaux mots
et que j'ai eu des moments
vraiment magnifiques
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
No, I was in the play. I didn’t like it.
The plot, setting, and characterization
Were all wrong, and the clumsy denouement
Was poorly written and acted.
“Macbeth.”
War profiteers from John Wayne to Ken Burns
Have claimed my illegal war for their own
"Hell hath no fury like a non-combatant"
Beyond that, the VA is ashamed of me
So, thanks, but no. I'm good. Bitter, but good
For I was in the play. I didn’t like it.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC