Born in Lyme Regis Dorset
a palaeontologist fossil collector
in the English Channel marine bed cliffs
and a coprolites (faeces) detector
who at only twelve years old
found the first two skeletons plesiosaur
and outside Germany
that of a pterosaur
yet as a woman who did not
always receive full credit
for her scientific contributions
and ineligible to join to their discredit
the Geological Society of London
while struggling financially
for her it was no shell game
to make ends meet as circumstantially
when selling shells by the seashore
the seashore shells she sold
were her start of the first shell company
by the Natural History Museum in London I was told
What is there inside the about- to- blossom bud
Plenty of light and some dark obviously for us
Or nuclear horror as Donald has thundered?
Whatever, I do look up to your soft green grass
Through the two deja vu purple window glass
In pink expectation we live this rainbow life
In expectation we look for a door and a window
In expectation the bee hums from flowers to the hive
Will the bud unfold towards a happiness crescendo
Or circumstantially we will be in a puzzling limbo
Let us welcome the new year two thousand seventeen
For an end of something and for others a beginning
Some poems to write off and some others to take up
Towards humanity improve our mental makeup
Towards the morning that would give us our teacup
Without elimination no purple invigoration
Goodbye sixteen that has spent all its green
Apples and oranges in colors of seventeen
Birds by the window in their voices umpteen
Standing in the juncture calls the future dream
Let us respond by saying we are ready too
In the tarmac of time holding hands me and you
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28/12/2016
All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it
Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially
transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise
realms of performances
pestered with dalliances
circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's
not a dream,
but utopian reality
as you project your image
into telescopic
Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential
blockades of hurdles
terminating serenity.
Peacefulness serenades auras
of dancing mistruths
utilized to perfection
under lights.
You take a final bow,
go to sleep.
Petrichor is practically visible.
As the sun breaks rain, taste buds evaporate memory.
Profound liquid circumstantially accumulate round eye perimeter.
Sniff some evaporated rain water here; mind you.
Point your nose holes up, there.
Roll some eye socket joints.
Always locate how normal you are.
Lie about where?
Sniff some evaporated rain water here; mind you.
Point your nose holes up, there.
Roll some eye socket joints.
Always locate how normal you are.
Lie about where?
-Ironic Zinc
6-09-16
A hen meets a duck and joins a hunt. Wow. Wisdom flavours of ancient waters. Lingering laughing llamas lounging. Traditionalists glow and grow from packs of geese, swarms of sausages and packs of noodles. All bundled then. Good. Get on the correct train and pronounce bee with the correct annotation dressed in a yellow suit. Buzzing busy business booming. And flour flourishing. And a tempest of a trailer is not a temper or a template. Ok. Wailing a wall walking a water. Milking a flower bud. Making a straw cake. And adjusting the heat of a calendar. Calibrating with 1000 fried rice bowls, 90 giggling saucepans and a piteous fish fork glowering triumphantly on a mahogany table. Oh look the patterned tea cups are journeying on that space shuttle. Ambiguous amphibian arguing with architecture is archived. And a stirring of a pan of cheese sauce is very very imaginative and animated. Hahahaha a broom sailing hahahaha popinjay popping. *** circumstantially z
Your darkness was clear as you came into sight
As you circumstantially sucked air from the room,
Still, I nurtured my faith with hope for some light
As I denied the truth of your doom;
Then you consumed my soul, with such sinister bites
As each nibble cloaked behind you tender kiss,
Led to the collection of all those countless nights
As I laid empty beneath you captivated by bliss;
Now alone and aged, left with these voids to tally
As they reveal I have nothing left to conceal,
I understand and confess how my spirit betrayed me
As it was my choice after all… to be your meal.
Darkness will devour us with gluttonous ease and little trial,
When we discount reality... and the consequence of denial.
Written: 03/26/2013 for Sinister Contest
Two men were murdered in the Massachusetts town of Braintree.
They were Frederick Parmenter and Alessandro Berardelli.
Both were employees of the Slater-Morrill Shoe Factory.
The culpable individuals absconded with payroll money.
Two followers of the infamous anarchist Luigi Galleani
were immigrants Nicola Sacco and Bartolommeo Vanzetti.
Neither had police records, but espoused militant anarchy.
Both were connected to the Braintree murders circumstantially.
The two arrested men became world centers of controversy.
The first trial was filled with questionable testimony.
There were numerous requests from all over for clemency.
After two trials, the defendants were found guilty.
The twenty-second of August in 1927 was their last day.
Controversy about their involvements persists up to today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
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