LPiA-25 Nov. 25

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 25
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by Genetics. 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[Todd]

Me and 23

They argue like I'm some mixed breed,
made-up designer dog
a backyard breeder sold
for cigarette money.

My mother said I was French
because she thought Cajuns
were a kind of Parisian
misplaced in Louisiana.
My father said we got our temper
from the Scottish,
our size from the Dutch.

They’d like me to spit in a tube
to satisfy their curiosity
and settle the argument,
but cilantro already tastes like dish soap
and cerebral palsy doesn’t always have markers.
I don’t want to find out
I have a sister working
at a Waffle House,
that I’m an uncle of four boys
with my smirk
and double-jointed fingers,
or that I was switched at birth
and am something else entirely.

I’m afraid to open the box,
spit in the tube.

[dukealien]

Double-Misplaced Confidence


If you truly believe
that life based on DNA,
RNA, and all that jazz
is unique and the only
system that can function,
tell one of our Large
Language Models to design
100 alternatives.
Ninety-nine will be
nonsense but the other...

[Mostly Holy]

"Blue Blood"

With rime of Northern gloom they came,
to trade their wrath for plundered gold.
They settled on a coastal plain;
French wine and law thawed Nordic cold.

Their tribe outlived their founder's fame,
and became a just authority.
With towers of stone they held their claim,
and turned war into chivalry.

Then came Hastings: Two fates converged,
and with Harold's death came Norman lords.
They took local wives, claimed field and verge,
and slowly grew English as a rose.

But still they wear their quality,
their manner smart, not bold or bright;
And tho we feign equality,
their names and lands mark ancient rights.

England ruled the oceans wide,
but she was ever a Norman bride.