Veronica did nuclear research in Blackfoot, Idaho
Went to a Walmart one day, with her two-year-old in tow.
Kid reached into her bag, pulled out her gun
She was shot dead by her two-year-old son.
Sergey researched superconductive vortex lines.
One day men invaded his town, death on their minds
They killed all pedestrians: fear by design
Shot Sergey from his yard to free Palestine.
Louis used a screwdriver to keep halves of a sphere apart
Contact goes critical, not a task for faint of heart.
The screwdriver slipped, the halves came too close
The room glowed blue, he got a lethal dose.
Samuel was an A.I. engineer, pushed a frontier
He brushed past Rakeem, came too near.
Rakeem punched Sam so hard that in two days Sam died.
You don't expect that on a subway ride.
Four scientists dead, acts of God, acts of man?
Such random tragedy, only one was a plan
Can we blame the victim? It doesn't seem right.
They chased the truth, fought the good fight
Who of us knows if we'll be alive tonight.
Picked our grandson up from camp,
A month without a visit.
He ran to us, his “Nana!” shout,
To my ears, most exquisite.
A week with him will be a treat
And even if the weather
Is rainy as predicted, we’ll
Enjoy our time together.
I’ve researched possibilities -
Museums, train rides, boats,
A working farm, a jail, a hike -
We’ll tally up the votes.
But even if we stay at home
With board games and TV,
(Plus iPad time, of course) it will
Be magical to me.
did not know
about my roots so researched....
grassroots inheritance assured?
Cancer one will feel
It is an illness for real
Many have gotten Cancer
Patients themselves don’t have the answer
Doctor’s researched have done their best
Time after time and year after year
Patients succumb through the pain
Overcoming being strong the aim
It can be a rough ordeal
The key is knowing there is hope
Survival in cope
Cancer Survivals
Should encourage the ones going through Cancer
Let your testimony be ones Cancer fight
Don’t take it light
Victory is closer than you think
Faith will help you to be triumphant
Don’t think finale, but assure survival
Let your cancer victories to come in ringing of the bell being another Survival.
You’re mine but I’m not yours.
An unwavering line between us,
invisible but solid. Strong like vine
in brick. It grows thicker. It spools and
twists across road, over pavement,
under bridge. To you. You’re mine, but
I am not yours. Conjuring emotions in
each person that I meet. A holiday
researched, clicked and booked with
him in the supermarket queue. A wedding
planner called about him sitting two rows
behind. Inventing love where there is
none. Seeing hearts in bodies anywhere,
everywhere. To beat mine to back life.
Reading about totems or power animals is enlightening
In one week I will see five deer, or six red cardinals
I know there is a message in these sightings so I research
Cardinals bring messages from heaven; deer remind me to be soft
When I was walking around a pond one time I felt eyes on me
I stood still and scanned the horizon, thinking I would find a fox
But there was no fox, yet my feet were rooted in one spot
A voice was stilling me, willing me to stand there.
I scanned the other side of the pond, feeling surveyed.
Sudden movement on the trunk of a tiny tree took my attention.
A small brown snake slithered down that tree.
My clairaudience kicked in; I knew I was in touch with this creature.
He slithered away, unconcerned, recognizing message was received
I researched snakes that day; they represent renewal, and vigor.
Signaling a new direction, project or career.
They researched things to help the struggling folk here.
Now was the opportunity to capture the attention of those who refused to believe in opportunity.
Colation terms and words were borrowed from rivaling industries.
There new definition could outline the need for monatery growth through investments. One joked about investing in a alternatorbfor his car, but that joke outlined everything we hated about poverty.
Adjusting and reading for a fall wasn't submissive it only narrated the outcome without educating against the differences and same ess of these words.
Most were frustrated when the folk refused to understand the offering.
A small investment to create accounts for fast growth, using many people to offset the long. Wait.Months not years said. The presenter.
I don't need to lay hands on the sick to ease suffering. We only need to educate might the minds see and believe in the opportunity.
how many people do you think go missing on cruise ships?
My grandson said seven thousand
I asked how many years
he thought one
Obviously, he has been watching too much C.I.S. Miami
I researched this “for fun today”
because I am strangely weird.
In the past two decades guess how many have gone missing?
Hint: seven thousand is way too high
four hundred people have gone missing from cruise ships
in twenty years
that’s twenty people a year
In ten years two hundred people have gone overboard and been seen
forty-eight of them were rescued
Now do you see why I never plan to go on a cruise?
For once in my whole life, I did see not;
What is wrong from the right angle of view,
But been just has really hasten my shot...
To get tough handling matters without clue.
Which saddened my heart afterwards to learn,
The other side of the point not researched...
Cum unjust conclusion felt off concern,
Yet succumb not to view insight perched.
With bumps, face romances fearful death's hand,
At reach jogging heart near the hole of time...
Where difference between minute and hour, sand
Eon's alacrity without fear behind crime.
But grace and shame don't pin merciful space,
Like how repentance and favour hack case.
It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear
He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.
They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.
A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.
See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.
This....
isn't just Beef Chuck Roast
With Peppers and Onions
And Sweet Potatoes, and Tzatziki Sauce.
It's a Big Bowl of Nostalgia.
It's a Bowl of Self Love.
It's a Bowl of My Mama's Voice
whispering, "Not too much salt, Shu Shu."
And Then
"If its one thing my girls can do...
they can cook."
It's a Big Bowl of Ancestral Pride.
It's a Bowl of History....
Inaccurately Passed Down
BUT THEN
Accurately Researched & Recorded.
It's a Bowl of Abundance....
It's a Flavored Bowl of Favor,
with a Heaping Helping of Grace.
It's.... a Blessing.
Poly Math wanted to know how bumblebees can fly
they are so Rubenesque and yet, they buzz off daily
she researched it because it was so curious to her
there are many theories, but no definitive answers.
Why? Because we are not yet able to speak with bees.
What do we have to do to talk to bees?
Poly Math looked it up in twelve reference books
She also googled it, but alas, there was no reply.
Asking her echo was no help either.
“I do not understand the question,” the device said.
Whose voice is that? Poly Math wondered.
She was able to find this out, and felt satisfied.
For about six seconds. Then she heard a trill.
Was that a robin, cardinal, crow, wren or what?
She began listening to bird noises, so she might know.
Poly Math’s curiosity has always led the way.
Has brought her where she is today.
Degrees in anthropology, biology, zoology,
earth science, math, and psychology.
here is an amazing book of facts
researched facts, real facts
not alternative facts.
eye roll.
I take notes because facts fascinate me.
the brain is not fully formed until you are….
I guess 12
wrong!
the answer is 25.
What?
I had two children before my brain was fully formed?
a spider’s brain is too big for its head,
so its brain oozes down into its legs.
ugh!
cockroaches can live without a head or a brain.
I knew this already
my cousin dated plenty of cockroaches
I have looked at family photos and researched the
Family tree.
I'm not looking for family members I am just looking
For me.
I recognise my name in a mirror I see my face
But who I am I do not know I'm just trying to find
My place.
The name I have lived with is the only one I have
Known
But hidden deep in my past are the secrets that have
Grown.
So who am I really I'm asking but you will not say.
So I will keep looking for me until my life fades
Away.
Wizened elf researched the fly trappers as well as he could.
They were wreaking havoc and destruction in the deep north wood.
How do you get them to stop? He asked, looking them up at will.
Unfortunately, you have to push them out a bricked over window sill.
We don’t have those wizened elf lamented, now worried.
He heard the mice below, some of them now had scurried.
There has to be another way, he said, reaching for another book.
He has no great solution, I guess, I say, giving him a sad look.
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