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Crocodiles, the living fossils

A mighty ancient predator a reptilian that’s highly feared, 
distinct among its peers deserves to be revered.

Basking on river banks seeking the sun’s warmth, 
but when it comes to mating it’s best in thunderstorms.

Crocs are deadly hunters that feed on every prey, 
in swamps and muddy waters they live and like to stay. 

They stealthily

Categories: fossils, animal, death, food, horror,
Form: Rhyme

fossils

In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer.
A discarded chemistry book lies beside her.
because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider.

Why does writing make her feel alive-er?
Cause it helps sort out the feelings inside her?

Repose is something grinding-study denies her.

Now, rhyming isn't her primary desire
the connections form, almost, despite her
poetry’s at it best when

Categories: fossils, humor, poetry, student, writing,
Form: Rhyme

Larry's Cove

Grass growth in the cove
			 where Larry's boat sat 
			 years after Larry’s ash
			 whirled with rocks in space
			 daunts the pickerel:
			 silently galloping glut
			 challenges the channel.
			 Someday soon there may be
			 no seeing through it
			 to the bottom of things.
				
			 This soft encroachment,
			 a green disease born
			 of fertilized lawns
			 and hangers on

Categories: fossils, environment, water,
Form: Lyric

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Fossils Made of Clay

It only makes sense if it fits 
their world view.
The damage has been done.
For what it's worth,
We know what we'll do.
Creation science will explain it 
to you.

A devil so devious.
Much to my dismay.
Ground breaking research.
The fossils made of clay.

Satan is the devil.
He planted them himself.
What an evil bastard.
Satan needs some help.

You see I'm only kidding.
Creation

Categories: fossils, absence
Form: ABC

Fossils

Fresh pearls and Rubies
Rich Oysters and precious stones,
      ashes to ashes



Charma

Categories: fossils, lost love
Form: Senryu

Fossils of You, Amber

you wrote your name across the sky
you left a tattoo on my eye
your footprints in the lava floe
Magma sealed from heel to toe
a letter with a lock of hair
evidence that you were there
carved on trees and etched in stone
a message beeping on the phone
winter angels in the snow
Music wafting soft and low
your favorite song upon

Categories: fossils, confusion, friendship, imagination,
Form: I do not know?