"mrna" poems
Constructing the Year Anew!
I skipped on the wind to infinity.
Nearing insanity, not!
Riding on ice floes and hedges.
Now and then perched on the fence.
Betting the moon will cease to glow.
As last year,bade blurred adieu.
Her feminine face wrapped in chiffon.
Rippling in the breeze of night.
Rustling as the tree tops she tenderly strokes.
With merciful light as blessing of naive honour.
Not knowing the gift of the year to come.
Onward and upwards I ride.
Toss my hair over the shoulder of time.
Time and tide stand alone.
While waiting for love not to trip.
A night cruiser flowing on mortality's tides.
January until to the ides of March.
I creep coldly in silent sensitive chill.
Waiting for love to pick old ribbons apart and thrill me.
Decipher the mystical one.
DNA made me.
Let mRNA make me remember the one I was before.
May the candle in the bathroom burn ever hot.
Let me see the light.
The light of my life.
By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
I feel invisible
I am on mute
Nothing I say seems to register
I am not interesting
I am nothing
I am just a filler
Filling out some leftover space
I am the introns in your mRNA
I just happen to be there
I just happen to exist
But I might as well could not
I'll be invisible 'til I rot
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Our nation is
a living organism.
Alive with biochemical
pulsating cells.
Apoptosis,
a cell death
of our nation
are set and
already unwittingly
programmed.
Takes a
multicellular effect
if not checked.
Cell changes and
death is eminent.
Changes includes
blebbing,
cell shrinkage,
nuclear fragmentation,
chromatin condensation,
chromosomal
DNA fragmentation,
and global mRNA.
Apoptosis ,
a falling off occurs.
Our nation is
threatened and going
through same
process as above.
Our acts must
be put together.
There is a
suffocating,
crippling misery,
and destitution.
We are desperately
sliding both into
chaos and despondency.
We must get
out of this
cloud of frustration,
with a profound
physical presence of
sour people grieving
daily,
Don't let them
become too rotten
to infect everyone.
It may be
contagious.
All ships must
sail in one direction,
Or very soon
we all go down.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Using mRNA
They seek to save our DNA
With no thought for themselves
Into the unknown they delve
To create something new
A kind of 'S protein' stew
Not only for the rich and greedy
Focused on the unwell and needy
They fight this new scourge of mankind
Leaving no avenue behind
The greatest minds on this earth
Will be the Gods of our rebirth
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC