"chloroplast" poems
Sitting at the beach
At night
Where the fire keeps you company
When all the sailors have gone to bed
Where the sea sings its song
And it makes you forget
About the pain and the horror
The others went through
The reason they’ve gone to bed
And now only there’s you
Staring blankly at your hourglass
Knowing life well enough to say
That it doesn’t spare any
It’s going to take you in its sway
Sitting at the beach
At night
Where the sand tickles your feet
Teasing you like an old lover
Where the wind cools you down
While the heat makes you hover
You force this happy smile at first
Because tickling should be funny
but then again there are tears
Why did you leave me, honey
These yellow stains they went away
And so did your little freckle
But I have to stop wondering
And I really shouldn't heckle
Sitting at the beach
At night
Where the stars keep on staring
No matter where your beach might be
They don’t make you do but realise
How important are we?
My lover has gone and I will have pain
But these bright spots are infinite
And I am just this little stain
So what is there to do for me
In this endless tree of time
As this small and lonely chloroplast
I’ll keep on trying to be fine
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
The eerie sunflowers bloomed black and yellow
With dark aspirations to expand their influence
Stealthily they crept across the grassy field
Coming like tiny green stemmed soldiers
No rifles in hand only chloroplast warriors
To find their fond enemy ripping them from their roots
Till the field was filled with their corpses
Scattered petals pleading for mercy that never came
Losing some loved ones to a wicked bouquet
Bequeathed to a beloved who tossed them away
Between the killing field and the black back alley way
Is where those tragic sunflowers lay in decay
Displayed in their grotesque and dying forms
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
What a heavy helicopter
Such a thing is a sight
Give mankind a lift
A species to itself
This planet is a rift
Green like grass
From the mind of floating trees
Humming birds
Chloroplast
A gift to society
Kind totality will sift
The inventor's soul
Will
Give to life
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
I do not remember what it’s like to eat a piece of food and not think twice about it. Can you tell me please? Take me back to when I was just born, to when bleeding hieroglyphs no longer sat on my thighs, to when my veins were already flushed of a need to **** The lipstick on my mouth is made out of the blood I dissect from my body at night. Once I spilled a raindrop of cranberry juice onto a rosé journal and I cried. He pulled me in between houses. There he laid me down on the grass and I felt oh so very strange to be surrounded by my home, a place of love and kindness and security and welcoming food always ready on the table surrounded by smiling sisters. Yet no one came to save me that night. And so I still think about it today, long after he has moved away and I have still stayed sitting around that mendacious table of warm food I refuse to eat. My school shoes are the only shoes I own. I sleep with them on because I’m convinced that the idea of a happy young girl in long socks and short skirt and ******* that poke out just a little will enter the chloroplast of my cells and join the war against viruses that take me to that too familiar closet corner with the carpet stained with blood. Or is it cranberry juice? I cry.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
I was the flower that longed to be loved
Dried and dying quietly crying chloroplast tears
Broken stem, parted petals trembling
Against the harsh summer winds
Longing for soft soil and gentle rain
To nourish me and wash away my pain
The last lost rose in a broken garden
Still wanting what I never had
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
The dying flower ripped
From the earth
Drips chloroplast
The living liquids
Barely last
As the fragile stem
Begin life again
Imprisoned in
A vase or dark bell jar
Left to die
A slow beautiful death
On display
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
It crawled out of his nose, at the podium
no tissue to dispose, not made of sodium
Sliding up to the mike, as everyone aghast
no finger in the **** green, as a chloroplast
Tapping it once or twice, opening a faux mouth
it didn't do it nicely, slipping a little to the south
"bigots, racists, haters, I'm sure we can agree"
"most of you are traitors, and more vile, than I can ever be"
"keep to your own gender, don't steal from the plate"
"don't be an offender, a hellbound type of trait"
"I'll will leave you now, with these far wiser words"
"I'm cleaner than you anyhow, but not cleaner, than your turds"
Slinking off to the side, disappearing on the floor
Sinking into the great divide, to be seen in nevermore.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
METABOLIC LOVE
Behold the strength in your weakness
Which is capable of giving vigour to my membrane
Chlorophyll in chloroplast makes the green plant blossom
You make the smile on my face radiant
Come, let's mix the right nucleotide sequence of our desired RNA
And build the sequence of our desired protein
So that the expression of our gene
Will be the desire of friends and relatives
Amidst thousands, you're the only one I chose
Your hotness could denature enzymes
There exist a thousand of competitive inhibitor
But by the words of my mouth;
None would fit to my active site
I want to fly on your wings to the horizon
Regardless of the barbaric thought of men
For I know;
All unwanted functional unit of life
Will die by apoptosis.
-'Bintan Ola
[email protected]
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
Were it my duty to con vince a fool I would try
To understand my own reason before answering
Lest I be like the fool met in his folly.
Experience vicariously pre carious edge standing
I know chaos never resolves into synchronized living systems.
Never has. Never will. Still
You can think differently.
Find a way any thing can be
And being, come to,
eventually, be a part of you that works.
A chloroplast
Or some thing, mechanical, inside a cell inside of you.
Chance, bon chance, sunbeams captured in greens ground
To ruminated mush in bovine bellies find their way in
Packets of protein to
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One of the things that loved enemies do is provoke you
To good works, to right use of the talent found
beneath the rock that crushed you
Like a bug.
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC
slowly, darkly,
creeps the creeper upward,
gently, softly,
seeking subject subvert,
squeezing, choking,
round and round it winds so,
clutching, grasping,
as in Hitchcock slide-show,
chloroplast it seeks,
in the silence it you speaks,
in dreaded game o' hide-and-seek,
deadly snare that slides and sneaks
binds together wild and weak
tames them unto mild and meek
deftly, smoothly,
pulls you up on seaboard,
unawares he smiles at you,
plants his tentacle deep in you,
plays on you as keyboard,
poisons inner mind-ward,
extradites your innocence,
chaste and untouched inner sense,
skillfully and neatly you are his.
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 6:13 AM UTC