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Àŧùl Dec 2015
*** was transmitted from chimpanzees to humans,
Eating chimp meat in Africa they thrived,
Most not realizing the sanctity they destroyed,
And chimps got it from mangabey meat,
New SIV+SIV gave *** at the lethal end for humans.
Legend:
SIV: Simian Immunodeficiency Virus
***: Human Immunodeficiency Virus

Part of my M.Tech Animal Biotechnology studies.

My HP Poem #931
©Atul Kaushal
st64 Nov 2013
Once I dreamt I was the snow
that covered all the town
with a comforter on each roof,
a blanket on each lawn.
I let a white cat of snow
stretch on every branch,
each berry got a hat
as soft as wool,
and inside every silent room
bells were ringing WHITE,
WHITE, WHITE, WHITE.



*by  Siv Cedering Fox
Siv Cedering (February 5, 1939 – November 17, 2007) was an award-winning Swedish-American poet, writer, and artist. She occasionally published as Siv Cedering Fox.
Holly M Aug 2017
who am i?
what am i?
is my identity determined by my actions?
so that makes me a girl who'd rather write than live
and takes in life about as well as a siv
but is that all i am?
because that excludes the laughter
the offkey singing
the mediocre horn playing
and my lack of praying

or is the only me who matters
the one who is seen
through a million other eyeballs?
she says i'm a talent, a bottomless pit
a good friend, one you'd want
a girl obsessed with times new roman font
someone who's all the best parts of salty and sweet
but tell me, if that's the truth
then how come my phone isn't blowing up with calls?

am i little else than the me in the mirror?
two little tired chocolate truffles
unruly dark hair
skin that doesn't know what to be
all contained underneath a makeup mask

it's difficult to put a label on a person
while also taking time to imagine them complexly
to call me just one name ignores the best and the worst
the person in love with language
also uses it as a weapon to attack
the girl with a chip on her shoulder
never wants to look back

inside of me is a multitude of ladies
pretty preppy ladies
singing show girls
nifty nerd chicks
to choose one and ignore the rest would be a sham
so maybe i don't know who i am
and maybe that's okay
PNasarudheen Dec 2011
WHAT is a Hindu, a Moslem or a Christian?
    Whence he comes and where he goes?
  
     Ocean is a solution, salty, but-
     Corers of Suns gleam on the crest of waves-
     One, only One at the helm in the blue.
    
     Pools and streams and lakes and bays
     Wells and springs and rain and ice
     We see nothing but a drop, in them drops
     Nay, vapor condensed: Nay, H2O-right?
     Think a little straight, sit up aright
      Am I not right? -break, break that H2O
     Baffling bright white-light you can see.
    Of heat and Energy, Oh! 'Sivam'!
    You may call it 'Noor' in Arabic
    'Siv' in Sanskrit-what then-
    Releases combustion in cells?
   Nothing but very heat and Energy.
   Uranium and Thorium release the same.
   We find Energy unborn eternal
    Omnipresent, Omnipotent
   Omniscient, and Formless.
   The Almighty is Brahma,
   Paramatma and Allah.
   Jehovah may be for some,
   For some Agni, may be that-
   Radiant and resplendent Yogic Light.
   Cant you see Ocean in rain drop
   Cosmic power in a cell or shell?
   Cell or Shell-what is in a name?
   Is chariot, coat or prison of the soul.
   When walls get weak the soul will part
   Out through the vent as air off the balloon.
   Reading Holy Scriptures, not knowing the sense-
  What use? -observe the Nature and think
  Knowledge is a chain of fact as pearls
  Stringed by Reason and Faith with a Coir of the Truth.
  Tension brews as experiences tightly
   Loaded on the string, still stronger by Faith.
  Knowledge is light to enlighten the folk
  Not to ****, but for, co-existence in Peace.
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Siv(sanskrit)=light=Noor(Arabic)
Redshift Oct 2013
THE FALSE FACE OF THE AMERICAN DREAM IS THE FACT THAT WE LIVE IN A CLASS SOCIETY CREATED BY THE RAMBLINGS OF SOMEONE
tired.

in a land of false faces
we the people demand a standard that is not achievable -
not for our education but for our ****** egos.
perfection is a siv that will not hold water
a constantly crying child
that we cannot ignore
but cannot silence

in a land of false faces and fat stomachs
we carve out our bellies with knives
and turn our backs to the other girls in the school showers
we deem ourselves unlovable
by the vase a bouquet is placed in
by a face our soul is placed in

in a land of false faces
we are all a tragedy number

THE FALSE FACE OF THE AMERICAN DREAM
IS THE FACT THAT OUR
faces
we find
unlovable
I once
Knew a girl
Called
Siv
I asked
If she wanted
To play
She replied
"Yes please!"
"Thank you,
"S'il vous plait
Thankfully
She was
Merciful

by Jemia

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