"genomes" poems - Hello Poetry

A long, long time ago, I can still remember when, Junk food made me smile, And I knew if had my chance, That I could make my fatness dance, And maybe I was happy for a while. But McDonald's made me shiver, With every burger they'd deliver, Bad news on their doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried, When I passed size twenty-five, But something touched me deep inside, The day I knocked back obesity fries, CHORUS. So, bye, bye McDonald's French fries, Drove my chevy away from McDonald's, didn't have a bevy, I said goodbye to whiskey and rye, Singing no more apple pies, That's the end of obesity fries..... Did you go to McDonald's biomes? Did you know you're changing your genomes? Eating all those pesticides? Now do believe they love you, guys? Might as well eat dead flies! And can you change evolution in real time? Well, I know you're addicted to them, You'll need more than treadmills in the gym, Now can't even put on your shoes, Man, you'll dig the obesity blues, CHORUS. I was an obese teenage bronco buck. Driving to McDonald's in a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck, The day I ate landfill in those French fries... I started singing bye, bye obesity fries, Drove my chevy, had no bevies, And the burgers were dry, This is the day I knock back French fries. CHORUS. I met a girl who sang the blues, She'd passed turning size twenty-two, I asked her if she ate junk food too, She just smiled and drove away, I drove down to the store no more, Where I ate additives years before, But the junk food store didn't care anyway... CHORUS CHORUS....

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC

julie-grenness

OBESITY ODE (Based on tune "American Pie.)

A long, long time ago, I can still remember when, Junk food made me smile, And I knew if had my chance, That I could make my fatness dance, And maybe I was happy for a while. But McDonald's made me shiver, With every burger they'd deliver, Bad news on their doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried, When I passed size twenty-five, But something touched me deep inside, The day I knocked back obesity fries, CHORUS. So, bye, bye McDonald's French fries, Drove my chevy away from McDonald's, didn't have a bevy, I said goodbye to whiskey and rye, Singing no more apple pies, That's the end of obesity fries..... Did you go to McDonald's biomes? Did you know you're changing your genomes? Eating all those pesticides? Now do believe they love you, guys? Might as well eat dead flies! And can you change evolution in real time? Well, I know you're addicted to them, You'll need more than treadmills in the gym, Now can't even put on your shoes, Man, you'll dig the obesity blues, CHORUS. I was an obese teenage bronco buck. Driving to McDonald's in a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck, The day I ate landfill in those French fries... I started singing bye, bye obesity fries, Drove my chevy, had no bevies, And the burgers were dry, This is the day I knock back French fries. CHORUS. I met a girl who sang the blues, She'd passed turning size twenty-two, I asked her if she ate junk food too, She just smiled and drove away, I drove down to the store no more, Where I ate additives years before, But the junk food store didn't care anyway... CHORUS CHORUS....

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Gratitude always falls short of intention, leaving only a fiction of our meaning, when silence descends blinking neon emotions and a void, rather than a hoped for event horizon of joy. But, it's how you transcend that shimmers humanity, makes doubt ephemera and avoids conclusion. No longer a skulker in spiky weeds, you emerge radiant in a woman's wisdom. Likely, it comes from a mother's nurture, but the solitude of silence, these your father's whispers. So, you've escaped both superficial and awkward, arisen the womb unscathed --- Proceed to middle age! Though perception often baffles understanding, human genomes revel in such challenge.

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Jun 25, 2016

Jun 25, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC

brian-oarr

To Be Human

Gratitude always falls short of intention, leaving only a fiction of our meaning, when silence descends blinking neon emotions and a void, rather than a hoped for event horizon of joy. But, it's how you transcend that shimmers humanity, makes doubt ephemera and avoids conclusion. No longer a skulker in spiky weeds, you emerge radiant in a woman's wisdom. Likely, it comes from a mother's nurture, but the solitude of silence, these your father's whispers. So, you've escaped both superficial and awkward, arisen the womb unscathed --- Proceed to middle age! Though perception often baffles understanding, human genomes revel in such challenge.

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There is something before the words, Before the light of labels Descends from the sun of thought To name her yawn: Cute, Precious, Important. There is some knowing Prior to calling it a “yawn”. Say the word “yawn” repeatedly And it will lose all meaning And fall down a technicolor faucet Towards ridiculousness. So what is this fracture in time? This single extra slide Spliced in before the movie begins, Displaying more meaning Than the entire film that follows. Perhaps it is instinct. We are (grateful) slaves to the genomes Of our ancestors. Do the graceful notes Jerry hands to me Dance through the synapses of my mind, To remind me that community means safety? And success in our endeavors once meant: Food **** Sleep Repeat Or is it emotion? Testosterone rising up to battle butterflies in my gut Because the romantic in me knows This one Is worth the wait This one Is worth the risk Is it God? Fighting with all her might To tear into our consciousness, But turned away At the inhale That precedes the sweetest of songs. Sorry God – Life is short No time to think about it. And here is the kicker. It’s none of these things. How could it be? How can words describe That which comes before words? It isn’t anything It just is.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC

joseph-john

Before Her Yawn

There is something before the words, Before the light of labels Descends from the sun of thought To name her yawn: Cute, Precious, Important. There is some knowing Prior to calling it a “yawn”. Say the word “yawn” repeatedly And it will lose all meaning And fall down a technicolor faucet Towards ridiculousness. So what is this fracture in time? This single extra slide Spliced in before the movie begins, Displaying more meaning Than the entire film that follows. Perhaps it is instinct. We are (grateful) slaves to the genomes Of our ancestors. Do the graceful notes Jerry hands to me Dance through the synapses of my mind, To remind me that community means safety? And success in our endeavors once meant: Food **** Sleep Repeat Or is it emotion? Testosterone rising up to battle butterflies in my gut Because the romantic in me knows This one Is worth the wait This one Is worth the risk Is it God? Fighting with all her might To tear into our consciousness, But turned away At the inhale That precedes the sweetest of songs. Sorry God – Life is short No time to think about it. And here is the kicker. It’s none of these things. How could it be? How can words describe That which comes before words? It isn’t anything It just is.

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Yo Fil -Am I am Tho' that Uncle Sam Is a pilfering kind of uncle, I still believe in Love Of Freedom rides Of Lady Liberty's symbolic Light Burning brightest A united flame... Yo! Bro' There's no need (yet so many do) Have - nots hafta Feed All Walks Long Roads Home. The seeds will sprout Great roots / Evergreen When we quench every thirst With poetic Justice Logic / Science / Reasoning Truth. Yo! Now, Says we No Underground or miners' sky of coal Cuz hearth is home Where the heart is strong, (Where resides living souls) A coat of amor of many hues Of cotton--chain gang--rainbows Of our bodies Electric / this sojourn railroad We dance Deep down getting down Blues / rhythm/ love on high Every kind Spectrums of hot jungles and purest light. Sun tan and showers Brought to you by the Maker Of Sky... Yo! Joe, my bro', is not No ****** G's / Living Proof Peeps this White wigs My All American is multinational (A Hero) Youths And fountains A World of many nations Toward one republic : Mans Fire and Golden worth (The future points to moot) From soot or steep Great Walls and Mountains' Sherpa Buddhist peace Rise from our only Earth As we bask beneath with all The bounties of the Sun We are Sam / I am you And we are One together Here the same We are American genomes As for me, half breed A Filipino and green With Irish flame "O-oh" No shame in my game. Yo! Americans Be Thankful / you thinkers in kind Mankind / Human Down to the last Past Suffering, Sufferage and Tribunes, From melting pots A succotash What kind of American are you? _____________________________________ *African American Native American / Indian American-Hindi Asian American Irish / Italian American Spanish speaking Mexican American Japanese and Chinese American Korean American European / Candian / French American Siberian / Slavic American Middle Eastern / Arab American All American Russian / Serian American A cohabitat of all of us. (A world of beautiful Mutts)*

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

YO-Americans

Yo Fil -Am I am Tho' that Uncle Sam Is a pilfering kind of uncle, I still believe in Love Of Freedom rides Of Lady Liberty's symbolic Light Burning brightest A united flame... Yo! Bro' There's no need (yet so many do) Have - nots hafta Feed All Walks Long Roads Home. The seeds will sprout Great roots / Evergreen When we quench every thirst With poetic Justice Logic / Science / Reasoning Truth. Yo! Now, Says we No Underground or miners' sky of coal Cuz hearth is home Where the heart is strong, (Where resides living souls) A coat of amor of many hues Of cotton--chain gang--rainbows Of our bodies Electric / this sojourn railroad We dance Deep down getting down Blues / rhythm/ love on high Every kind Spectrums of hot jungles and purest light. Sun tan and showers Brought to you by the Maker Of Sky... Yo! Joe, my bro', is not No ****** G's / Living Proof Peeps this White wigs My All American is multinational (A Hero) Youths And fountains A World of many nations Toward one republic : Mans Fire and Golden worth (The future points to moot) From soot or steep Great Walls and Mountains' Sherpa Buddhist peace Rise from our only Earth As we bask beneath with all The bounties of the Sun We are Sam / I am you And we are One together Here the same We are American genomes As for me, half breed A Filipino and green With Irish flame "O-oh" No shame in my game. Yo! Americans Be Thankful / you thinkers in kind Mankind / Human Down to the last Past Suffering, Sufferage and Tribunes, From melting pots A succotash What kind of American are you? _____________________________________ *African American Native American / Indian American-Hindi Asian American Irish / Italian American Spanish speaking Mexican American Japanese and Chinese American Korean American European / Candian / French American Siberian / Slavic American Middle Eastern / Arab American All American Russian / Serian American A cohabitat of all of us. (A world of beautiful Mutts)*

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Undoubted, this level of worship, Reaching above pulling currents That justifies imposing torment And yet drips blood of the calcified. "It is inherent," I'm o'er told, "To find and end your searching, To seek but one thing to love." What if I hate everything? What if I'd be one with death, What if I strive for your lament? Perhaps I lust for some psychosis Perchance to wake in your nightmares, How is it, my dear, so far from belief, That I would see this whole world burn? Swallowed with plague, Tyranny falls, Dictatorships topple, Monarchy crawls, Your loved ones suffer, Your friends all die, Words become acid, Tears are suicide, Encrypted genomes Now unlocked with instinctual bliss, The inner beast assumes power, The concious mind now sleeps, Crime is objective, A pure outlook of opinion, Flayed heads on pikes, The sentries of deception, I want apocalypse in all forms Spared of all deities' protection I want the human mistake erased, I want requiem and revelation.

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC

andrew-p-marheine

Endlust.

Undoubted, this level of worship, Reaching above pulling currents That justifies imposing torment And yet drips blood of the calcified. "It is inherent," I'm o'er told, "To find and end your searching, To seek but one thing to love." What if I hate everything? What if I'd be one with death, What if I strive for your lament? Perhaps I lust for some psychosis Perchance to wake in your nightmares, How is it, my dear, so far from belief, That I would see this whole world burn? Swallowed with plague, Tyranny falls, Dictatorships topple, Monarchy crawls, Your loved ones suffer, Your friends all die, Words become acid, Tears are suicide, Encrypted genomes Now unlocked with instinctual bliss, The inner beast assumes power, The concious mind now sleeps, Crime is objective, A pure outlook of opinion, Flayed heads on pikes, The sentries of deception, I want apocalypse in all forms Spared of all deities' protection I want the human mistake erased, I want requiem and revelation.

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Drop the *** and stomp it out, we don't need no more forest fires, respect the courage that should be admired, cause wild winds bleed in closets like back draft flames fighting for air. Crack the door and welcome with yellow roses, from ash colored clouds come rainbow stares, **** phone gossip, this breeze needs to roam, the future is bright with flamboyant genomes.

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC

_trf

Mona Lisa Gayze

Drop the *** and stomp it out, we don't need no more forest fires, respect the courage that should be admired, cause wild winds bleed in closets like back draft flames fighting for air. Crack the door and welcome with yellow roses, from ash colored clouds come rainbow stares, **** phone gossip, this breeze needs to roam, the future is bright with flamboyant genomes.

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