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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.
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.
Lonesome George is a Galápagos Pinta Island Tortoise.
He's not an endangered specie. His situation is worse.
Lonesome George is the very last of his kind.
His ancestors were basically slaughtered by the likes of mankind.
Feral goats on his native island had devoured most of his vegetation.
Now he lives a life of comfort and safety at the Charles Darwin Research Station,
but poor Lonesome George will never have any future generations.
There's aren't any females of his specie to pro create any more offspring.
Although Lonesome George is still with us presently
I was compelled to create this memorial in honor of he
with the hope that they who may give this a read
will take a more serious out look about preserving our endangered species.
There is no greater sin in my opinion
than when human kind plays a role in any specie's extinction.
The only up side from all of this that I can see
is that Lonesome George will most probably out live me,
but when Lonesome George does eventually pass on
his entire specie will then be forever all gone.
No more of his kind will anyone ever again see.
The Galápagos Pinta Island Tortoise will be history.
Whether the Good Lord or Charles Darwin gave Adam his fruit
Regardless of ideology versus faith rules our common pursuit
We need to accept that life is dangerous and fraught with peril
Don’t jump the gun before facing the reaper or his rifle barrel
Instead it might help to live for today and embrace what goes on
Make hay when the sun shines before the finite moment is gone
Roses have thorns nettles may sting and snakes poison for real
Not unlike families who can spew toxins they are unable to conceal
Choose carefully with whom you share your knife to slice bread
Not rocket since that otherwise you might be prematurely dead
You can turn a worm ridden table as often as you consider fit
Oil cleans surfaces and place mats but inherent fissures can split
Share a jug of water with a hint of mint draped with olive branches
Without preconditions or anger when you apportion the tranches
If life only gives you lemons plant yet another citrus fruit tree
Sour seeds hold promise and possibilities not that easy to see
Felines are said to have nine lives but humans have no such luck
It is best to unwind and enjoy current presence before we get stuck
When you stride in your strife remember you might be an example
Children are attentive and they learn fast what might not be ample
But whatever you decide do not toss out the baby with the bath
Don’t put the cat in the microwave as it might explode on its path
25th February 2020
“CHARLES DARWIN AND THE JUNKIE”
THE NEEDLE SWIMS INTO MY ARM, LIGHTS FIRE IN MY VIENS
AND FOR THAT MOMENTS PLEASURE I TRADE WHAT SOUL REMAINS
NATURE THINS IT’S OWN HITLER TRIED IT TOO
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST IT AIN’T NOTHING NEW
CHARLES I'M NOT THE STRONGEST BUT I MAY JUST SURVIVE
AND IF I MAKE IT THROUGH THIS HELL IS IT WRONG THAT I'M ALIVE
EVOLUTION WILL NOT SAVE ME NO GOD HOLDS MY HAND
ONLY I CAN HELP ME NOW I THINK YOU’LL UNDERSTAND
THERE’S NO ANGELS FOR ME HERE I’M ALONE TONIGHT
IF I CAN’T BEAT MY DEMONS CHARLES DARWIN YOU WERE RIGHT
I LOOK AROUND FOR HELP THERE’S NO ONE IN SIGHT
SURRENDER COMES TOO EASY I STILL HAVE SOME FIGHT
THE WEAK MAY INHERIT THE EARTH BUT THEY DON’T HAVE IT NOW
SOMEDAY I MAY BELIEVE IF I GET THROUGH SOMEHOW
I HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME I’M IN OVER MY HEAD
I’M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE AND NOT FAR FROM DEAD
CHARLES DARWIN YES I HEAR YOU I KNOW WHAT YOU SAY
BUT YOU SHOULD RECONSIDER THERE MIGHT BE ANOTHER WAY
AND SHOULD I SLAY MY DEMONS AND SAY HERE’S WHERE I BELONG
CHARLES DARWIN, CHARLES DARWIN, CHARLES DARWIN YOU WERE WRONG
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.
...Shakespeare and his pentameter, vital after four centuries,
Cervantes and his man Sancho,
Dumas and Montecristo,
the great tales of Boccaccio,
Dicken and his fine ghosts three.
Beethoven's sonic fury still staggers even jaded minds,
Tchaikovsky made eighteen-twelve
sound utterly epic as well,
Hayden’s string quartets still sell,
even Beatles have immortal rhymes.
Newton and his marvelous brain cracked open the world of physics,
Charles Darwin shocked with his words,
Galileo far orbits observed,
Einstein showed that space was a curve,
built up our science, brick-by-brick.
A Pantheon of perfection, still grand amidst the Roman street,
Notre Dame, lofty and sacred,
Sagrada rises high overhead,
Parliament sports the Big Ben,
the majestic dome of Saint Pete’s.
Who can’t help but like Highlander games with cabers tossed every which way?
Running with bulls puts you to the test,
who can frown at Oktoberfest?
Gotta’ love those Christmas markets,
the traditions of holiday.
To think that two rather large wars invalidate the entire thing?
All mankind is versed in war,
fought in many, many before,
we’ll be fighting them forever more,
doesn’t mean you aren’t worth saving.
Now your cultures face angry foes who believe you should not survive.
Extremists who promote Islam,
socialists who get everything wrong,
‘elite’ leftists who put you on,
dragging you down with their lies…
When, in truth, Europe should grow and thrive.
In the library - for contest
Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But let me say this, I am not a nerd
And I am not a book-worm....
Nor do I have a flair for reading much
and all my friends know this too well....
But in these few days what surprised
them was my frequent library visits
My tryst with our town library..
was on a rising note day- by -day
My friends got curious and dubious!
Free-times or weekends my schedule
had changed,
My footsteps take me to the library road ....
All roads for me led to library not Rome!
Friends were not on my agenda as before...
Intolerable, all in a group they did approach
Asked me the reason for my library craze...
I shrugged, I smiled,I winked,
I blushed but didn't disclose....
My visits to library stay continued...
One fine morning greatly dressed I,
left my home as my perfume lingered
My destination, I need not say now
I know you readers have guessed it right!
My steps moved in well-paced rhythm
Hilarious spirits , morning pleasant!
Sun smiled at me and flowers wished!
Into the library i did step in...
And as his glimpse my sight caught
I blushed, I waved, smile creeping in
Bright face, so elegant , so handsome
Waved back and sent me a flying kiss
A research scholar and my new love!
Day in and day out he enjoys with books...
"The origin of species" by Charles Darwin
Rene Descartes and his philosophy of,
Cogito ergo sum !
My experiments with truth by Mahatma Gandhi!
Hereditary principles by Gregor Mendel..
Sociological thoughts of Max Weber
These are a few that I recollect..
Oh my dear soup friends...now that you all know
Please maintain silence.... is the board I'll point at!
My other friends are still curious....
I leave it to them to find on their own!!
My love has filled in me a new passion
my reading habit is slowly improving!
I sat with him last week with Pygmalion
Classic of versatile George Bernard Shaw
How hours passed like minutes, I never know!
I Worship library now as a repository
of knowledge of varied genre!
In reading and applying what we read
lies our real wisdom!
for contest: In the library
sponsorer-Isaiah Zerbst
by: Anulaxmi Nayak
on:13th August 2015
hull loo from the rip tide 'o this eastern sea board
of these united states - no always in a chord
with each other - sum give others hoard
unlike meself, an additional pray 2 zee lord
boot i - cap'n my captain crunchy kangaroo moored
by dental floss tend 2b agnostic n feel
charles darwin scored
with his theory of eve a lou shun -
ass i attest held captive by zoological ward.
this veritable unknown taboo screw sir o'er the net
offered his semi best
width cheers n hmm...tables for any guest
that might stop by at woods edge motley fool doth jest
and ideally nada bee a stinging pest.
spectacular quasi moat toe skinny dipping
like honey dripper preyed purview
while The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw
manned by horton, whom hears a hoo
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do
respond if the spirit doth strike
or...tell me to take a hike
along the boulevard o broken dreams
down by the weathered nether land housed dick van dyke.
hens with roosting intuition, this stranger can c
your aura, dogma, karma, patina, persona, uvula
exudes the potential for glee
perhaps even for...me
ordained princess, quite rational, sensible, thoughtful,
unpretentious, vivacious, wise, witty, xyz...
Axed dent of circumstances
finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints
obliges forcible adherence
synchronizing Circadian rhythm
forcibly linkedin within paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining
involuntarily ceding cradle to grave
man made artificial construct
(dismissing one living away
off the gridlock)
co-opting every precious moment
comprising hour quotidian existence
to sustain swiftly styled
harry tailored lifestyle
affording bajillion *****sapiens
luxury to scold frantic scramble,
freedom to scurry frantically
twenty four seven madcap rat race
formerly existing (millenniums ago)
as "noble savage"
ah...remember those glory days
now, grudgingly,
niggardly... unwittingly
compromising pleasant dreams
jarring deeply slumbering
body electric groggily awake
liberty, courtesy alarming wake up
to toil away making dem
big dearly beloved bucks
essentially entering holy grail
searching made more worthwhile
thankless fracas, fray, fraught
pitting one beasty boy against t'other
survival of fittest in overdrive
(Charles Darwin taken aback),
how origin of most ruthless species
went a courtin for dazzling,
jazzy, regal trappings
supposedly to ease
grueling laboring mind numbing
lumpenproletariat, when after
devoting, sacrificing, venerating...
prime mating years
take respite, and
hire oneself out
as independent contractor,
versus sedately pathetic mundane...
you bet your life
in relation to this
self ostracized scrivener.