Fighting hard to protect yourself and your relatives is good for your genes, but when captured and escape is not possible, giving up short of dying and making the best you can of the new situation is also good for your genes.
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From These Genes
It is from these genes,
From which the genius beems.
It seems to create delicious dreams.
Like the juice that flows to taste familiar...
Yet so sweet.
It's too much to keep it hidden.
Or fabricate its comfort.
It's from the planted seed that's nourished.
To grow, bloom and rejoice the moment!
And it's good...
When it is seen that way!
And better when it isn't.
It is from these genes,
Within me to encourage...
Self,
With a desire to grow.
And to know what I can...
Or can not do.
If I just go ahead and do it!
To prove it to myself.
It is from these genes...
That I have taken so much for granted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where are the intelligent people?
I agree with everyone that we are over populated,
Because we have our genetic pool intact,
We have never believed in the Eugenic Movement,
that promoted the selective breeding in human,
Thousands of human were sterilized in Europe,
For they had the low IQ, as if the IQ is genetic,
Millions of men and women were slaughtered in the wars,
As the dictators trusted the inferior genes in holocaust,
Human are manipulated to live the life of single,
In the name of the son and his cross and struggle,
If the men are clever, Catholics force them to be the priests,
If a girl is beautiful and intelligent, she is sent to nunnery,
The good genes of Europeans are lost in their beliefs,
The good genes of Europeans are lost in their misbehavior,
They need the people, who have good genes in their brains,
To do the programming and to run their everyday life,
We run for it leaving our loved ones behind,
We are the coolies in their land, still proud to say that.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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So no, it's not all in the genes, but what isn't in the genes isn't in the family environment either. It can't be explained in terms of the overall personalities or the child-rearing practices of parents.
quote by Steven Pinker
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Parents provide their children with genes as well as an environment, so the fact that talkative parents have kids with good language skills could simply mean that and that the same genes that make parents talkative make children articulate.
quote by Steven Pinker
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I have good genes. My father is Danish and my mother is Irish and Native American. They both have good skin.
quote by Virginia Madsen
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Inborn Errors of Metabolism (IEM)
God made the earth perfect for man,
With all comforts throughout life-span;
Man's activities change the earth,
Affecting life, even at birth!
When genes defective turn in womb,
And enzymes, proteins fail to form,
A host of symptoms, signs take on
The child, as soon as it is born!
Gone are some genes somewhat astray!
Enzymes, proteins can't form right way;
This change in gene does truly stay,
And life isn't normal any day!
Defects in genes block met-pathways -
Substrates to products held at bay;
Through autosomes, recessive way,
Or X-linked, genes forever stay!
Intra-natal screenings detect;
Treatment today is imperfect;
Avoid the protein, its effect:
Future outcomes, good hope inject!
Enzyme replacement, gene transfers,
Food supplements, dialysis,
Transplanting organs, bone-marrow -
Could make life better tomorrow!
Garrod brought diseases to light,
With Alkaptonuria's insight!
But continue will mankind's fight,
With scientific research and might!
Dedicated to all scientists, doctors, clinicians and students,
who toil to make the world disease-free!
poem by John Celes
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I mean you got to thank your parents for giving you the right genes.
quote by Eric Heiden
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Bloodline Of My Children
He out those genes into the bloodline and,
Of the woman that gave birth to his children;
But every one is judged for what they do on this earth.
The inner garment is what you need,
And with the discomfort acts during the time of trouble;
But the nuclear fires will comsume the earth.
I want to know what is in your heart and,
What you deserve from me;
For the worth of my love is what you need,
Because my genes will be needed in the bloodline of my children!
Will you go to Yahweh Shammah with me? !
For there is the truth and you will become my lover! !
And the miracles around will come into your muse,
But the recorded history is here to guide us.
Rejoice and see the day of brightness with me,
And just like the others who lived long ago;
For the desire of this muse had made things possible,
And i was born just like you by a woman.
I don't need man-made laws over here,
For te love is you is very spiritual to my heart!
And just like those genes in your bloodline.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Good Vibrations
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
Im pickin up good vibrations
Shes giving me excitations
Im pickin up good vibrations
(oom bop bop good vibrations)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Close my eyes
Shes somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
Im pickin up good vibrations
Shes giving me excitations
Im pickin up good vibrations
(oom bop bop good vibrations)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
(ahhhhhhh)
(ah my my what elation)
I dont know where but she sends me there
(ah my my what a sensation)
(ah my my what elations)
(ah my my what)
Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
A happenin with her
Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
A happenin with her
Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
A happenin
Ahhhhhhhh
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
(Im pickin up good vibrations)
Shes giving me excitations
(oom bop bop)
(excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
Shes na na...
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
Do do do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Fighting Hard
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;
Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for you and me.
Fighting hard for France and England, where the storms of Death are hurled;
Fighting hard for Australasia and the honour of the World!
Fighting hard.
Fighting hard for Sunny Queensland—fighting for Bananaland,
Fighting hard for West Australia, and the mulga and the sand;
Fighting hard for Plain and Wool-Track, and the haze of western heat—
Fighting hard for South Australia and the bronze of Farrar’s Wheat!
Fighting hard.
Fighting hard for fair Victoria, and the mountain and the glen;
(And the Memory of Eureka—there were other tyrants then),
For the glorious Gippsland forests and the World’s great Singing Star—
For the irrigation channels where the cabbage gardens are—
Fighting hard.
Fighting hard for gale and earthquake, and the wind-swept ports between;
For the wild flax and manuka and the terraced hills of green.
Fighting hard for wooden homesteads, where the mighty kauris stand—
Fighting hard for fern and tussock!—Fighting hard for Maoriland!
Fighting hard.
Fighting hard for little Tassy, where the apple orchards grow;
(And the Northern Territory just to give the place a show),
Fighting hard for Home and Empire, while the Commonwealth prevails—
And, in spite of all her blunders, dying hard for New South Wales.
Dying hard.
Fighting for the Pride of Old Folk, and the people that you know;
And the girl you left behind you—(ah! the time is passing slow).
For the proud tears of a sister! come you back, or never come!
And the weary Elder Brother, looking after things at home—
Fighting Hard!
You Lucky Devils
!
Fighting hard.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Sonnet- Genes Matter But…
No longer secret's the genome of man!
The gene make-up of all beasts will be known;
Man's actions and misdeeds, alter none can,
Except man himself, using his mind own.
How can the new knowledge of genes prevent
The growing crimes against men in this world?
For his grave sins unless man can repent,
He will suffer in hell or when he's old.
The society's problems, man must resolve,
Thro' self-control and love of his neighbour;
By brotherhood of nations, man can solve,
Most of the problems and make earth better.
Knowing one's genes is not the solution;
Know thine own mind by self-realization.
poem by John Celes
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A Law Written By Mother Nature
A law written by Mother Nature that the strongest in their kingdom do rule
But amongst the creatures of Nature none are born to feel guilty of being cruel
For Nature's creatures kill for survival if they don't eat of hunger they will die
Those who say that birds and animals are cruel to each other are naive or preacing a lie,
The strongest male mates with the female his genes are destined to live on
His offspring will fight for a harem when he back to Nature has gone
'Tis known as survival of the fittest it happens in Nature every day
The strongest one passes on his genes that does seem the natural way
Of insuring the survival of a species the weaker one never gets the chance to mate
He cannot hope to be a father his own image for to create
The big male who once ruled the harem in the bosom of Nature now lay
And his descendants now fight for their females 'tis the workings of Nature some say,
A law written by Mother Nature that the one with the most sexual drive
Is usually the biggest and strongest and his genes destined to survive.
poem by Francis Duggan
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By then, I was making the slow transition from classical biochemistry to molecular biology and becoming increasingly preoccupied with how genes act and how proteins are made.
Real Good Looking Boy
When I think back to the
first time in my childhood
When I saw that face
I thought right then,
'That's a real good looking boy.'
I saw myself in the mirror
in profile
for the first time
I thought,
'Hey! That's a real good looking boy'
And I felt then
that I moved
With all those lucky bucks and angels
High in the theatre
In the sky
So I went to my mother
I said,
'Hey mom - take look at me'
Have you ever seen a teen
Fly so high?
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
She said,
'Son, well, you know,
you're ugly boy.
You don't really look like him.
In this long line
There's been some
real strange genes
You've got 'em all
You've got 'em all
With some extras thrown in
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
Wise men say
Only fools, only fools rush in
But I - I give in
Falling in love, in love with you
Now I'm here with you little darling
And you say, 'You're beautiful as you are'
And I've managed somehow to survive
You arrived in my life like a fragrance
And helped me find a way to laugh
And I know now so-called beauty lies
God gave him a face
Then he gave me something above
God gave me grace
Then he gave me your sweet, sweet, sweet love
You make me feel like a real good looking boy
I feel like a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
song performed by by Who
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The Truth About The Good News
I AM thinking
i agree with what the wind is telling
that from afar
some good news are waiting
and i bloat myself with hope
feeling like cotton
soft and useful
the wind left
and i waited for days for the coming of good news
like a cure for instance
for loneliness
or a miracle for the healing of a friend
who is dying
beside me
hands clasped towards heaven
for the skies to listen
I am thinking that the wind may have simply pitied our situation
and lied
and will not come back and stop
for we will always
remind about him about the good news
I am thinking
there are times when out of pity the ones that come here
say words
that they do not mean
and then
i sit again holding the hands of the dying friend
giving him
the good news from the warmth of my hand
it does not speak of healing
i does not want to remember anything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
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Chicken fat, beef fat, fish fat, fried foods - these are the foods that fuel our fat genes by giving them raw materials for building body fat.
quote by Neal Barnard
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It Will Be A Good Day
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Golden forest golden lake
Sanctuary, state of grace
I will find reason a place to begin
It will be a good day
Beginning is one place i've been before
Watching the sunrise on the silver shores
Setting me free again leading the way
It will be a good day
Sometimes i forget
How mighty this earth
Astounding winter skies
Truth is in birth
Peace that it brings to me, my naked eyes
Be a good day
Make me believe again
Making me free again
Making me see again
Golden mountains golden seas
A thousand reasons singing to me
Alive to this message
Realising it all
Be a good day
Learning to listen learning to see
Learning is power making me free
Free to believe again in my human side
Giving me good reason
Giving me good reason
(come tomorrow)
Make me believe again
(destiny)
(take the river)
Making me free again
(to the sea)
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(will be free)
Like a river
Time feels so much closer now
You are with me, so real
We make our own heaven
Clear through the sky
The making of reason for you and i
I sing of each season
Making us feel
This will be a good day
This will be a good day
(come tomorrow)
Make me believe again
(destiny)
(take the river )
Making me free again
(to the sea)
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(destiny)
Like a river to the sea
Make me believe again
Making me free again
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(destiny)
(take the river)
Making me free again
(to the sea)
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(take the river)
(come tomorrow)
(destiny)
(take the river)
(to the sea)
song performed by by Yes
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It Will Be A Good Day
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Golden forest golden lake
Sanctuary, state of grace
I will find reason a place to begin
It will be a good day
Beginning is one place i've been before
Watching the sunrise on the silver shores
Setting me free again leading the way
It will be a good day
Sometimes i forget
How mighty this earth
Astounding winter skies
Truth is in birth
Peace that it brings to me, my naked eyes
Be a good day
Make me believe again
Making me free again
Making me see again
Golden mountains golden seas
A thousand reasons singing to me
Alive to this message
Realising it all
Be a good day
Learning to listen learning to see
Learning is power making me free
Free to believe again in my human side
Giving me good reason
Giving me good reason
(come tomorrow)
Make me believe again
(destiny)
(take the river)
Making me free again
(to the sea)
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(will be free)
Like a river
Time feels so much closer now
You are with me, so real
We make our own heaven
Clear through the sky
The making of reason for you and i
I sing of each season
Making us feel
This will be a good day
This will be a good day
(come tomorrow)
Make me believe again
(destiny)
(take the river )
Making me free again
(to the sea)
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(destiny)
Like a river to the sea
Make me believe again
Making me free again
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(destiny)
(take the river)
Making me free again
(to the sea)
(come tomorrow)
Making me see again
(take the river)
(come tomorrow)
(destiny)
(take the river)
(to the sea)
song performed by by Yes
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My Genes
My genes have just abandoned me
And taken off my son
To far exotic places
Looking for more fun.
They never even warned me
Or said a last goodbye
They thought that they knew better
And o'er the sea did fly.
It really came as quite a shock
This infidelity
But genes care not for feelings
Or nationality.
Their loyalty is suspect
They are quite devoid of spines
To put it impolitely they're
Two-timing little swines.
I just assumed they'd stay here
At least I thought they should
I've carried them for donkeys' years
In flesh and bone and blood.
But soon they'll be Canadian
When from our Kev' they pass
(I wonder if they're thinking
That they'll then be upper-class) ?
I've thought about it quite a lot
And hope that you'll agree
That I should have them back again
But that's not up to me.
My chances of retrieval
Are as walking to the moon
So the only way to catch them
Is to go to Saskatoon.
(Written Dec 1998)
poem by John Carter Brown
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