I Am In This Cell
i am in this cell
to live some more i need a very secure and strong
cell wall,
tight in my silence and isolation everything will be safe & fine
nothing in nothing out
this is what it is all about.
i am a dead cell, now, not comes in nothing goes out
see, i am shrinking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
wrote 1-19-07
A stem cell is essentially a blank cell capable of becoming another, more differentiated cell-type in the body, such as a skin cell, a muscle cell or a nerve cell.
quote by Virginia Foxx
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Excuses
Why no one will help me
I am too dumb I am too smart
They'll not understand me
I am lonely
They'll hate me
And there is not enough time
It's too hard to help me
And god wants me to work
No resting no lazy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
I'm too far from home
It takes far too much energy
And I cannot afford to
No one will ever see me
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light
Shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
No one can have it all see
I have to they want me to
And I can't let them down
I'll never be happy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
Theyve kept me small
Theyve kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me small
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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My main efforts focussed on trying to identify the rate controlling steps during the cell cycle. Crucial for this analysis were wee mutants that were advanced prematurely through the cell cycle and so divided at a reduced cell size.
quote by Paul Nurse
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Upon the union of the male germ cell with the female egg cell, a new cell is created which almost immediately splits into two parts. One of these grows rapidly, creating the human body of the individual with all its organs, and dies only with the individual.
quote by Christian Lous Lange
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Jesus In Cell
Last night Jesus entered my cell.
Oh, how sad was Christ, how tall!
The moon entered after him the cell,
and made Him taller and sadder, I recall.
His hands were like lilies on graves,
Eyes as deep as forests' lands,
The moon threw silver on his garments in waves,
silvering His big, pierced hands.
I got up from under the old, gray blanket of mine:
- God, where do you come from? From what age, tell me, please?
Jesus gently put a finger to His mouth as a sign,
motioned for me to be quiet and at ease...
He sat next to me on the mat full of dust...
- Put your hand on my wounds, on my veins,
On his ankles were shadows of wounds and rust,
It was as if he had once worn chains...
Sighing, He stretched His tired bones
on my mat where cockroaches go.
The moon shined through the cell's stones,
but the thick lattices reflected stripes on His snow.
The cell looked like a mountain,
it looked like a skull,
and there were biting lice, pain, and many fears,
On my hand, I felt my head fall,
I fell asleep for a thousand years...
When I woke up from my abyssal dream,
the straw smelled like flowers, like a fresh rose.
I was in the cell and the moon was agleam,
only Jesus was nowhere... nowhere close.
I stretched out my arms, but no one, only silence.
I asked the wall: no answer at all!
Only the cold rays, sharpened by violence,
with their spear piercing me into the cell wall.
- Where are you, God? I screamed at the bars.
Smoke was coming from the moon on the narrow trails,
I touched myself... and on my hands... scars...
I found the marks of His nails.
poem by Radu Gyr, translated by Marius Alexandru
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Toyota was the first to put a commercial fuel cell powered car on the road, and I have no doubt that Toyota will continue to be in the front lines in the development of competitive fuel cell vehicles.
quote by Maurice Strong
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Would I buy a cell phone for my 12-year-old?... No. I should have closer control over my child than that. He really shouldn't be in places where he needs to contact me by cell.
quote by Stephen Baker
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Electro child
Cry cry
Cry...
The cell phone
On my hand
With my lovengely child...
Yes...
Todays electro child is
Cell phone...
Cry with
Male+ female
Married+ un married
All hands cry cry
The cell phone child
Today....?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Memorized Body
Who you are, your shape—
The construct of your body—
Is breaking apart,
Becoming a bunch of flakes
Each and ev'ry day.
Your skin will replace itself
Slowly—cell by cell.
In time, this you that you are
Will vanish for the next you.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Capturing any member of any terrorist cell or any insurgent cell that we may happen to come across is always very, very valuable, and the thing that interests me is that in most instances after a time people talk and they tell us what they know.
quote by John Abizaid
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Most of the scientific community believes that for the full potential of embryonic stem cell research to be reached, the number of cell lines readily available to scientists must increase.
Speaking kiss
Cell phone
Call for
kiss with speaking
Lips...
Lips is kissing
The cell phone...
Are...speaking
The cell phone...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Cord blood stem cell units have been shown to be a suitable alternative to adult bone marrow for the treatment of many diseases, including sickle cell anemia.
quote by Nathan Deal
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In America all too few blows are struck into flesh. We kill the spirit here, we are experts at that. We use psychic bullets and kill each other cell by cell.
quote by Norman Mailer
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Cycle
cell to worm
to body of an
animal
to death
rotten flesh back
to worm
and cell
there is an
exit from this
useless cycle
there is
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The difference between talking on your cell phone while driving and speaking with a passenger is huge. The person on the other end of the cell phone is chattering away, oblivious.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Me
Not the ever wrangling desires
Linked to my transcience.
Not sense enemies-attachment.
Nor the false name i own
As my own.
Not the body
Bee like i make cell by cell.
Inside the great dream
We don't really are anything.
The knowledge of real ME
Is with Him
Who is sharing my eyes.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Rays Of Hope
RAYS OF HOPE
Hole of the cell brings the hope of rays,
These rays are sun-rays
Which dance in the cell of prison from morning to evening?
In morning when sun-rays touch my forehead
They recall the blessings of my mother and father.
In evening when sun-rays lit up the wall of the cell
They tell me that miseries are not universal,
They end as night ends in the morning.
Sun-rays also memorizes the morning of my village and sun set on the hill near the village.
These rays also vitalize me and create patient in me so I can bear the difficulties of the prison.
Now I am hopeful that in near future I will come out from the prison and meet my beloved people.
Because they are waiting for me as I am waiting for the sun-rays of the morning.
(From the diary of a prisoner)
poem by Vijay Gupta
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On being called a considerate soul who has good memory
I'd rather consider less
And turn into a worry-free princess
It's a misery to wake in the mid of the night
Considering all things that could've been possible
And no way found for them to be possible
Being considerate?
I'd rather be a magnate
I'd rewire my memory too
If brain science got a breakthrough
Long live will the memory of laughter
The memory of honor
But not for the memory of an unrequited love
Enchanted by a sweet smile
Though love can be as pure as a white dove
And a smile can be very attractive
The disappointment that follows is hard to shove
How foolish is the memory cell
That holds fast to a cute smile
The pains that follow
Are far more than poetry words can tell
If the memory cell has wings
It'll probably turn into a moth
Flying into a blazing fire
And thinking itself a light-seeking pioneer
Oh, I'd better donate the foolish cell to some wise guy
But finally
I decide to keep it and give it another try
After all
What if there really is a considerate soul in me
Soul, please, be considerate
And help rewire the memory cell for me
poem by Cathy Shao
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