Great Britain’s famous Charles Darwin -
On biology he put a new spin.
Like Lincoln, born the exact same year, month and day;
both hated slavery and are well-remembered, by the way.
The tears catch themselves in my throat,
and do not spill out of my eyes.
He's laying in the warmth of my bed,
and I know his hands will go cold,
I think back to the time I've wasted- no- cherished.
The grief of sickness flickers in my husbands eyes,
Still I do not cry.
His research stirs in my head,
And I laugh sadly,
Thinking: God will not wait for him,
And still my cheeks stay dry.
God, how peculiar, how he makes my mind wonder
Of all the thoughts his data might bestow.
his chest spikes in pain,
I see it in his eyes- then across his face,
And our family's faces twists
as if our hearts are the ones failing,
Maybe they are in some way.
The conclusion that maybe meaning isn't in the pages,
But in their memories,
Makes my chest heave,
But no sob comes.
I see him smirk,
And turn,
And whisper,
“I am not at all afraid to die.”
Then, with a shaky hand,
I lay my hand across his face,
and close his eyes.
Knowing he lives on in books,
and in me.
School bullies will always call you names,
but would they if they knew I was your blood?
Maybe the insults would have stopped.
There would have been a lot less scraps.
I would be a man without unhealed scars.
If only my mum had not caught your eye..
Why couldn't you have been like Charles Darwin.
Taught me the difference between right and wrong.
Built me a tree house or shown me how to shave,
but you were no torchbearer for my flame.
I wanted to be as tough as you,
but my strength was trapped with fear.
Your anger meant, I was too afraid to ask.
Silently, I questioned your hypocrisy.
If only, you had not walked away.
Instead of blaming each other,
I wonder if we would have formed a bond,
but stubbornness tasted like bitter gourd.
If we took time to explain - possibly apologised.
Maybe, you would not have died without talking.
“The sight of a feather in a peacock’s tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me feel sick.” – Charles Darwin
With his train of covert feathers
Fanned like a protractor, a
Peacock stepped slowly
Turning to catch right ray of light
And holding on still, to be better judged
By the alert single peahen
Another peacock mustered up
Gazing intensely ahead,
Gracefully moving, carrying
The weight of his trail effortlessly.
Two males startled each other
By the dance of jealousy, held
Their gaze focused while
Shaking, rattling & shivering
The choosy peahen left.
The Dance stopped, their Jealousy too.
O, how will we ever cope
The dreaded meteor is on its way
The weather mavens say ‘No hope’
that those dinosaurs will live another day
What will we tiny little mammals do
without our super-sized friends
btw: They’re also predicting an ‘Ice Age’ soon
Whoa is us, inevitable is our end
But wait, what’s this I hear
Wooly mammoth and Mr. Mastodon
Grown large of a sudden
Surely we too can overcome our fear
*****************
Millenia later, Charles Darwin wrote that all species must
change their ways from time to time...
To survive, we adjust
having accumulated too much ‘climate convenience rust’
Quote by
Robert Charles Darwin
SPECIES originate to evolute
and RUNNING ON till environ permits,
struggling with obstacles going to pollute.
Trial for BETTERMENT: Process commits.
Unplanned blind project, Nature to submit
WITH CONTINUED CHANGES and mutation.
TRYING ADAPTATION on confrontation.
Life ends in Death and species to extinct.
Survival of fittest is conclusion.
New species appear AS Nature's INSTINCT.
01/30/22
' Keola Secret KA - CHING Contest by William Kekaula
I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen,
perhaps out of our human brains?
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they were hard drugs.
O you Peony, overgrown Day Lily,
you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug and pretty enticers,
you mesmerizing Rasputin's!
I cringe, hold my breath,
reluctantly
bring those heady eye-catchers home
to my darling,
who waits for yet more perfumed
love letters.
Did Charles Darwin really say Survival Of The Fittest?
When overwhelming evidence suggests he meant The Thickest!
Yesterday’s blessing came from Charles Darwin
who, you may remember, expressed it far better than I can….
when he said:
The love of all living creatures
is the most noble attribute of man….
And I spoke for Mr. Darwin
when I said knew through evolution he would be remiss
If he didn’t add women and LGBTQIA+ people to that list.
I didn’t add this to yesterday’s blessing
because I didn’t think I needed to…
but I fear some people have forgotten…
how we are creatures too.
Today’s blessing comes from Charles Darwin
who expressed it far better than I can….
when he said:
The love of all living creatures
is the most noble attribute of man….
And if I may speak for Mr. Darwin
who knew as we’ve evolved he would be remiss
If he didn’t add women and LGBTQIA+ people to that list.
orchid has fascinated scientists
Charles Darwin wrote her up in a book in 1862
She is a complex flower, who has evolved
achieving self-pollination and cross-pollination
Delicate, aromatic and pretty.
She adapts her color shape and odor
Prefers to attract male insects
because she is a female?
He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.
He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or the silent perfumed farts of the deadly Dahlia.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
They are the epitome of those hard drugs
that invade our senses.
For him, the Day Lily
was a pall-bearing pale monstrosity.
Seemingly innocuous bunches of Mums
are well known to gather in smug mobs
at a time of year
when our greatest need
is for fresh air.
Passing all flower shops
he cringes away,
and will not pay a penny
for any kind of noxious poesy
or floral frippery.
For five years the illustrious and regal
Charles Darwin, sailed on the Beagle.
A surveying ship,
Notebooks all a’rip,
Soon in battle with Wallace, so legal.
I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.
I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts
pressing in.
My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they are the hard drugs
we were once cautioned
never to reach for.
O you Peony, you Day Lily, you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug mobs,
and I cringe away
rather than buy my sweetheart
yet another monstrous spray.
The Universe spreads infinite splendour and thrill
I’m just miniscule with a small life time to ‘kill’
One metaphorical bird with one stone a step at a time
With feelings and a little reason rhythm meter and rhyme
When I meet my maker be it God or Charles Darwin
Rest under a Buddha or cross with memory’s carving
I hope that I made a small difference and contribution
A small particle of dust in impermanence’s revolution
Like an oak tree I am made up of atoms and tiny cells
Part of a much grander scheme coming out of my shells
11th July 2019
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