"rna" poems
The engineers they tweak the DNA,
fostering changes to the RNA,
the plants becoming something else,
immunevolution modify man’s health.
And never will they accept the blame,
for their arrogance and dangerous game;
and when the food cannot be eaten?
History recall of the viral cretins.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
as RNA polymerase
quietly unzips your
DNA and moves along
the length of your genes
and a bit of RNA
emerges and moves
through the cytoplasm,
after the snRNPs do
their work, of course
and your ribosomes
attach and tRNA does
its noble job fixing
to its anti-codons
linking the peptide chains
of the building blocks
of life
as all this happens
I close my eyes
and kiss you
gently on the cheek
and you smile a little
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
ADP and ATP,
DNA calamity.
RNA provides ridicule and cruelty.
Death note delivery.
Blood laughs and screams as it pours from slit veins.
It doesn't care about the souls its owner has stained!
What have you feigned?
What selflessness remains?
None to be sure as parasitic reality you frame.
What are we then?
Surely not worth baiting.
An existential lion's den.
But does it matter if we're waiting?
The most important question is "When?"
We exist to cause our problems,
to eliminate the heretic race.
It's a race that know one wins when,
They always have their problems to chase.
So enlighten us with,
Your sacred soul's bliss,
Or grow up from this tantrum of toil and ****
Science of religion,
An oxymoron to say the least.
It is one thing to take the message.
Another to let your mind waste.
Savor what you have to the nucleus of your soul.
Know what makes you righteous.
Know it well and full.
Know what you live life for.
We're abiotic to assume that we "know" things we won't search for.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
RNA or DNA polymerase, an enzyme, protein, attracted to
promoter molecules in the polypeptide chain causing a zipper
motion and transcription of the code, a duplication of codons,
introns and exons, and so it goes, sharing and unsharing electrons.
These attractions and repulsions, coming near and going far
in nanounits or light years, fail to explain things permanently
but make possible the technology to live long and well, with
personality.
It is a form of governance, the governance of elements, elements are
now
apparently our gods. Learn all you can about their laws, their names,
their needs, read their poems. Only the mentally unusually sound
would,
given this knowledge, agree to the process of mitosis and fertilization.
However,
organisms go round then senseless via involuntary respiration.
Therefore, Pilot Oh Pilot Me.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Inside of my body
Amidst death and poison
a virus lurks
in every
puddle,
pumping
blood that flushes
my tired heart
like
the river
Styx
Amidst this
battlezone
that is my
failing being
lies
a secret, sleeping
The cells swim by
They are
rarer
now like precious gems
the factories of my
fighting body
produced like
diamonds
born amidst feverish
forges within
a toxic mine
The gems,
they call them T-cells,
are now suicide bombers
converted daily
by the
whisper of
necromancy
They call
this
hex ***
a war against
your own
treasures
Yet my T-cells
are more,
runes blazing
mystic and
glowing,
antigen sorcery
that wards against
failing
Amidst
the 300,000 +sleeper
cells
that abandoned
my cause
Insurgence
bulges with
nightmare
The cells
clamour
growing with the whispers
of past victims
now roped into the
mystic chains, the wizards
call it RNA,
that bind us
An ironic family
of ghosts
who live
in each other
"junk DNA"
My body
is no junk;
instead a treasure
- what do they say
one man's trash?
My body
an
amalgamation
30 years
magic growing
twisted
like thorny vines
that must consume
their
helpless host
My
T-cells
inception
Worlds within me
the "JUNK"
of
lovers past
becomes entangled
in archives
carved in my bones.
Amidst recipes
of a poison
I cannot trace,
I am
ironically
linked
into
a
family of
ancestors
whose cries
beat in
my still
working heart
The drum
of the long fallen
crying for justice
...My blood
Our blood.
chains enmeshing
....ghosts I
will never know
Now parts of me
that lie sleeping in
Trojan horses,
all my own.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
Hair down to shoulder,
Gray peppers my sideburns;
Where do the years go?
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Whoa! I lost it!
Did you see where it went?
Is it on the table, maybe in the tent?
It's not like it's RNA
Or simple stomach acid
It's not easily subdued, by using an antacid
Dropping cells everyday
In every way and place
Depositing myself, in the human race
Fear not that you may be collected
And your DNA then filed
Used for experiments, unsanctioned and so vile
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
ecstatic dance wish--
skyward helix sight toward
comet RNA
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
What is it about becoming ageless that is so appealing?
Being honest and loud and true too.
But bravery tops them all.
Mostly 'cause I think it's lost.
At least when you tally up the masses of humans beings on the globe,
I would put money on the fact that courage is a rarity.
So old and forgotten that it's been pawned off at the corner.
So who doesn’t want to be remembered for that?
Courage comes in countless forms.
How hard could courage be?
I think the courage to be honest and to be loud and to be true,
is the ultimate direction, the greatest end goal.
Then you will be remembered.
Follow your dreams.
Don’t just dream.
Open doors.
Don’t avoid them.
Try thinking every once and a while about what exactly your doing at this very moment.
I mean with your life.
Are you good? Or are you bad?
You know the difference.
Are you living up to the potential of what being human truly is?
The answer is most obviously no.
Maybe you don’t believe me,
but walking on the concrete pathways to everywhere,
I feel a little displaced.
Disgraced and put off.
I'm not here to make you feel bad,
but someone told be that we should have our ears upon the soil.
He told me that we should be a little more careful.
"It's not your fault its mine", he said to me.
So, that got me to thinking.
What if we could change the future,
the mold that makes us up?
The DNA and RNA and every single atom.
"We are comfy, leave us alone."
Wait.
Did I just hear you say something?
Ahh, never mind my ranting.
I knew you were never listening.
Just be courageous for gods sake.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Rust and red consumed
A planet pumping iron
Forging RNA
A quick collision
Blasting out extremophiles
Pleased to meet you, Earth
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Resuspension
Centrifuge & resuspend the oligos,
The precursor to your macromolecule,
Follow it by concentration & dilution.
To avoid resuspension difficulties,
Heat the oligos to 55º C, and,
Vortex in between thoroughly.
Storage
Optimal conditions,
For standard DNA oligonucleotides,
They be followed closely.
Store them at –20º C for long,
At 5º C while performing procedures.
Also, store them with fluorophores,
For better visualization later.
For standard RNA oligonucleotides,
The conditions be more stringent.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
In Xanadu did Whatsoever
a stately pleasure planet decree
Where Amazon, the sacred River run
through Forests, measureless to Man.
And here were trees tall as the sky
and leopards, snakes and
birds of the brightest colours.
But oh! Mankind began to burn the trees,
drill dramatic chasms, build walls and towers
Melt the polar ice and turn the oceans into lifeless seas.
So in this tumult, once,
a sixty nano metre string of RNA came,
invading thousands and thousands of humans
and prophesying the end of our kind.
A vision in a dream then I had:
a simple utopia of rare device.
Could we revive our lost ties with Nature
we would heal our world and soul
And so with voice loud and long,
with flashing eyes and floating hair,
I say: Hey you out there. Beware, beware!
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 9:02 PM UTC
My ego tried to impress me
But the fact is, I’m losing ground
When I wrestled with my Demons
God is nowhere to be found
My RNA is failing
In a blemished tarnished blur
My eyes are getting tired and
I’m searching for my words
My dreams are but exhausted
I’ve lived and lied and loved
I took the devil by his horns
I never did give up!
What sound did I make
What word did I leave out
If I’ve said my all
Where is my curtain call
Now
My dressing room is bear
The end was somewhere in there.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
Dear God I thank you
for every single precious breath
And when you'll place us in paradise
We shall thank you then for death.
People round the world gasping for breath, breathless,
short of breath, some unable to catch their breath,
some breathing their last,
some on artificial costly breathalysers .
How many times do we thank God
for the countless free breaths we breathe our entire life??
Oxygen o2 more valuable and scarce than diamonds nowadays.
Respiration, the main need of all life
Those who eventually recover from covid and find their breath again
can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet heavenly sights in paradise will be sure
to take our breath away anyway.
Life or afterlife
Here and hereafter
Life's a gift from God
Now and thereafter
Why end it here and now
Why not extend fun and laughter?
When my DNA and RNA expires with me
May God Resurrect and revive it in me
I live and die for an extension of life in afterlife
God grant me that part eternity
To search for the meaning and purpose of life
is to search and find the Creator of all life
i know there's out there somewhere
in Allah's universe, a heavenly portal
that will lead me to eternal bliss
designed by Allah the immortal.
Imagine a perfect heavenly life with no fear , death or problems
That's a life to die for, when Allah transports us to those realms.
An abode with no sickness or illness
Only peace and total eternal happiness
No viruses but rather real flying horses like real Pegasuses
We could get to ride and fly the universe
with angelic wings without planes or buses
But you have to work to earn and deserve that heavenly paradise
Just follow God's latest holy book, so perfect and so wise.
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
Existence of human life is derived from living microbes,
Living microbes created from carbon, hydrogen oxygen and other elements from earth’s matter,
Cell development three billion years ago has led to creation and subsistence of plants and animals,
Living ecosystem and animals developed from monkeys to apes,
Evolution of apes to human’s transition has been the most controversial phenomena,
Making brains think of black hole and big bang theories,
Bringing Theory of coexistence and Theory of Evolution in place,
Finding substantial evidence is key to understanding the formation of life,
Where 7 theories on origin of life was initiated,
Biogenesis and abiogenesis became the cult of living hypothesis,
Where DNA and RNA has given the living forms to read the genetic blueprint,
Searching for the new theories of existence and evolution,
Developing new atmosphere in the universe across earth, ocean and sky,
Where each process is dependent on natural existence,
Life is moving with the physicochemistry of biological survival.
By Madhusudan Dabhole
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 1:06 AM 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
Lately I've been thinking of
dipping myself in paint and throwing myself on a canvas
Every epithelial particle leaving its own mark
But I cannot place my every cell in colors
for most lie underneath my skin and in the dark
Lately I've been thinking of writing out all the words I know
the ones better than "thing"
shocking sentiment in shaking sentences
But I cannot write forever to encompass my whole being
No splash of colors can express me . . .
No never ending line of diction could . . .
Make Me Known
Was there ever an instant in time
When I wasn't in your mind?
Every piece of DNA and RNA
In full breath and 3D meaning
Along with every word I speak?
Did you think of me
at the parting of the Red Sea?
When everyone thinks You would have been preoccupied
Am I in Your every moment
My blue and purple hues stretching further than a canvas of the sky?
if there are moments for You
El Roi!
The God Who Sees Me
I am ever in Your sights
You smile with each sigh
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
Share the experience of viruses.
Micro packages
of environmental information.
!!!
The biome is your savior,
not your enemy!
I know you’re programmed to believe viruses are our enemies,
but that is absolutely a backwards
anti nature condition.
As a matter of fact!!
We are alive because of viruses……..
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
This is the truth whether you like it or not.
Your body is a temple.
Therefore. When a man and woman have *** they are performing the ritual of conjuring a human soul into a temple.
Aliester crowley taught in his *** magic rituals" that gay **** *** was a way to conjure demons.
Are you understanding now?
Don't shoot the messenger..
Unless that messenger is RNA...
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 5:34 AM UTC
And here my blood is blackened upon the page
The loss of love extinguishes both passion and rage
Even RNA could never physically mend
The DNA of love that dies within...
He stopped loving her today...
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
In the shade of
Capitalist reality
We are shackled in
Societal tendencies.
Seen as a whole
Individuality is drowned in auditory
Hallucinations
Procreating sensation
In riddle.
Whatever happens on Earth
Stays on Earth
Past living tracks
With ideas
Indefinitely
Dispersed
Past evolution of
RNA transcribed to
DNA double entendre,
We maintain
A recreational frame that of
The beautifully rough,
Raucous-sharpening strokes,
Of Mr. Max Beckmann.
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 5:41 PM UTC
I am an enigma
a common enigma
for I feel as if I am alone
even though there are hundreds such as I
I feel alone
cause all I see are pairs combining and becoming one
all their single strands into a double helix
and I still float on my own
I'm an O negative in a stream of A positive
just wishing for that one cell to have the same RNA
so I won't be an enigma,
I'll be of a thousand and one
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 4:14 AM UTC