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Details | Sonnet | |

Adorable QuiQui

Adorable QuiQui
A green-feathered, yellow head beauty, that’s my prized pet parakeet, QuiQui. Even when she’s often crabby and snappy, she succeeds in making me extremely happy.
QuiQui loves dipping and diving into her bird bath, and hanging from a perch in her cage, like an expert acrobat. She also enjoys shaking water from her wet wings, gazing impishly into her toy mirror wildly shrieking.
Relishing her seeds and red strawberry millet treats, nonchalantly she ignores my sweet endearments and tweets. But she shows off her long, elegant, tapered blue tail, Sitting silently and contentedly unloading quite a poop trail.
And even though QuiQui never utters a single word, I know she secretly loves me too, my little prima donna bird.
11-11-2014


Details | Verse | |

Beautious Hummingbird

Tiny
Trochilidae
Beauty.

Long beak,
Sucking nectar 
You seek.

Rare sight,
Humming softly
Delight.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.27.2014
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
2nd


Details | Lyric | |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Ballade | |

Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




Details | Rhyme | |

Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
\
‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The nightingale and the swan

Colours bounce in euphoric ecstasy
and another day is birthed, in melody,
as the dawn brings forth emerald reflection,
the sun playing on the looms of nature's glee
with the nightingale's whistle in a harmony.

Dull on it's perch,
determined in his search
for a jewel in creation's crown,
a partner for his song to emerge,
he prepares to lurch.

He spots her on a lake,
a white rose, a snowflake,
drifting on crystal serene,
a beautiful image to make,
her beauty in its surroundings partake.

This fragile goddess
with his best song he tries to caress
and the brooding bud,
a stunning glory ageless,
unfolds to his tune, guileless.

Yet when she tries,
her voice defies,
and he knows she will not sing.
A sudden sorrow in her eyes,
she bows her head and sighs.

But song, his voice like a lyre,
her beauty, her eyes of sapphire
make for a perfect match:
all creation they admire
together compensating for flaws like ice and fire.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

For Jan Only

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpzQTxf3HbE


Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm


Details | Ballade | |

Friendship

Friendship.

There lived two pals in London Town
Who just hung out and roamed around
They called each other Tess and Boo
And folk said "what's it coming too
You cats and dogs are supposed to fight
And with each other get uptight"
The pair said "well we do know that
But we're not the normal dog and cat".

They were walking through the streets one day
When they saw this bird all pink and gray
The bird said "hullo both of you"
To the cat named Tess and the dog named Boo
As he looked them slowly up and down
And his face took on a puzzled frown
He said "now dogs and cat's they fight
And carry on and get uptight".

And so they told him how it was
They said "We don't fight because
We listen to our hearts do, we
Which keeps our minds all lose and free"
They Said "Now won't you join us bird
We'll be your friend you have our word"
And so the two became the three
And they were such good company.

Socrares Dec 2 2003.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Covenant - Beauty in Imperfection

Covenant

Impenitent, deposited her soul before
the convent's calling of redemption turned to prayer,
her covenant, inside the sanctum to implore,
canonical sustains her matin's aubade e'er.

( The ghostly reservation spreads, outside, in air
in harmony and misty dew that nymphs bestow;
Her white and vast Invernal quilt, bequeaths his fare;
man's mountain flight in solitude, becomes a crow. )

The waiting holocaust, impertinent consumes,
abundant insularity, her life in gale,
this holiness' transparency, both souls entombs,
- besought expressions of entreat on holy trail.

Her imperfection is immured inside the hope
distrait is her salvation's route; ascends effused,
in abstinence disporting fates, who dormant grope,
emending consecrated souls that reigns refused.

With uttered sentiments and mindful heed,
cherubic, grants her vows to him and burdened scope,
attentive to his Crucifix, plasticity of mead,
was it the crow's night omen call and skyward lope?

She joins her palms, ex-courtesan and reason's mi're,
perusing her late impudence, in prayer withdraws
by beauty's blessed her holiness, a thorny bri'ar,
Eve christened maid of covenant and crimson flaws.

©11-29-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic hexameter)


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Epic | |

REMNANT

REMNANT
The Book of Prophecy was open to a silent page. Tis she thought of the biblical generation in forty stages. Her heart she hears. In this life that Ora lives, she has fought for wisdom to ensure longevity. Salient she sits looking out in the sunflower fields. The vented darkness encapsulated. Her mind ponders on the spiritual world. She was, she felt, as lost as Poe. Her favorite Poet of long ago spoke through his writings to only Ora. In the fields, stands the raven. A bird of blackness and such beauty but yet a threat to her, she felt she was attached to a nonphysical existence. Transcendental was the raven's head, as she perched on the mantle. She takes her breath every time because this woman fears what this symbolizes. Surcease, this woman would shout aloud. No respect for me do you have at my house. Such demeanor is not to be tolerated. This woman strikes out at the raven. The raven flipped her wings beguilingly with decorum of her wickedness. The forty years has transgressed with the omen sent. This woman was struck by the raven’s beak. Mournful she lays with her memory defeated. Tis morn came and she lays awaken. Ora’s visitors found her in a pitiful state. They prepared her chambers for her to rest. Will she live to see the next forty years? Of youthful existence, she was. Of her age, she was not. The raven figurative existence defined her knowledge. Portent and foretoken, a scoff of hope is the raven augury. She is epoch to her well-being. May this story end? Nevermore
_______________________________|
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 21, 2014!


Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | Free verse | |

songs from the woods


            walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of a snowy Owl
             Hearing songs from many around yet not seen or found
           
             careful your crossing a coral snake or copperhead
             preparing to wave all rights to see beauty to live
             one piercing bite from the red and yellow snake 
             deadly shy snake sudden death may await your fate

             stillness and earth is touched with Cherokee blood 
             many tribes with sage and fires dances the brave
             you see the wild mustangs ride and deer in mind
             the squirrels the rabbits and wolves you hear
 
              the woods once a many land to explore
              becomes extinct with Mans desire to build more
              how much can we take before it is gone forever

              entered  " in the woods contest "


Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


Details | Blank verse | |

This Blue Moon

This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies

it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked 
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence

showing me there is yet true love in the mist

who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure  light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively,  when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you 
 all that you know

it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow 

telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~ 
showing a white Owl for the first time seen


this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers 
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know


Look at this moon tonight 
Tell me now what the truth is 
This Blue Moon ..it knows.


Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Sonnet | |

IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU

        IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Ballad | |

The birds are coming

The birds are coming
 
The birds are coming
The dusk be closing in
The evening silence, coming soon
Makes way for screeching din
Of crazy birds of pink and grey
All falling from the sky
Alighting near the feeding tray
As daylight starts to die

So beautiful, the sun shines bright
Pink feathers come aflame
As dancing, screeching, crazy  birds
Enjoying life’s sweet game
They argue as each pulling rank
Will try to get first feed
Those pink and grey galahs they be
A somewhat noisy breed.

Too soon, they’re gone
So very suddenly
They hurl themselves into the sky`
As off and flying free
They fly up to their safe abodes
Among the tall green trees
To slumber neath the starry skies
So wonderful they be.


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dead Poets Fly

Robins fly towards the heavens
Williams he died
From earths torments and grays
Hanging in the balance
Was a tortured mind of kindness
Now he sleeps with angels
They have stopped to sing
For it seems there is laughter now
In the heavens
Laughing tears fall to earth
To wash away the pain
Of those left behind

I long to see robins fly
Up in the heavens above
Soon wishes to come true
Fly fly away


Details | Ballade | |

Little town of Pemberton

Little town of Pemberton.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
You’ve stole my heart away
I wake up clutched within your bosom
And greet each new born day
With heart made bright by what I see
The magnitude of you
The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up
As they ride your skies so blue.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
As the morning sun shines down
I breath into me, soft clean air
And stroll towards your town
As everywhere I look I see
Your special kind of beauty
To sing your praises joyfully
I feel this be my duty.

Pemberton, my heart lights up
As I look into your skies
Through canopies of deepest green
Is it any wonder why
Some folk, they travel untold miles
To catch a glimpse of you
Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton
With the sky a cloudy hue

Oh little town of Pemberton
You live within my soul
Just walking through your wonderland
Has helped to make me whole
Your waterways, and giant forests
And the depth of your blue skies
Will make me love you, Pemberton
Until the day I die.


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


Details | ABC | |

trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly!
fly to your dream
dream!
of something big


Details | Ballade | |

Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

I sit me, here amidst the flowers
And play the poets role
As branches dancing on the breeze
Give magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds, it seems, join in
And fill the air with harmony
That quietens minds dull din.

Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers
Send their perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To the silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden dressed in bliss
Such solace can be found.

No work for me, not ever now
I watch the day go by
And drink in beauty peacefully
That all around does lie
As I peer into my deepest soul
And see what lies in there
On this cloudy early morn
With sweetness everywhere.


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 


Details | Ballade | |

The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

I have it all

I have it all

What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.

No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.

Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.


Details | Haiku | |

Raven's Shadow

                                    Raven’s Shadow



                                   Staring beady eyed
                              Collecting for winters nest 
                                   Natures unique post


                                    Silky shiny black
                               Dawn-to-dusk itinerant
                                 Multitasked creature


                               Suave wings casted wide
                             Full shadow imprint on moon
                                    Solo transporter


                                     Beak fluid sounds
                            Winter snow cloaked by congress
                                   Envy your freedom




                                                                     © Shane Cogan 2013


Details | Ballade | |

My Choir

My Choir

A wondrous day it is today
I sit here all alone
In the garden, chilling out
Like I have turned to stone
Then the birds, they get warbling
So I reach for my guitar
These birds they have inspired me
I’m making like a star.

I start off playing simple blues
That’s all I really know
And playing blues is guaranteed
To make my being glow
As the song birds seem to follow me
To accompany me somehow
And as we sing in harmony
It seems there’s only now.

Oh what things do touch ones soul
When you’re living in the now
And joining with those little birds
It seems to me that somehow
We are all in this together
With the breeze and the dancing trees
As I play my blues with all my heart
It gives me sweet release

23 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

That time of silence

That time of silence

It’s coming soon, that time of silence
When the birds pay their last call
They come to feed here from the seed trays
It’s a time so beautiful.
Cause all those sounds both loud and soft
Diminish into naught.
And cause such depth to touch my heart

To cut down all the thought.
There’s something about the dusk’s silence
That mesmerizes me
The mystery and the stillness
How wonderful it be
When the sky is blotched with clouds
Then the dusk is so unreal
Red to orange, fade to darkness
So sweet it makes me feel.

So just for now I’ll sit and wait
And watch the parrots eat
It’s not too long now till it’s here
This evening show so sweet
When once again the sun will sink
Into the mystic night
To let love touch my heart again
And give me sweet delight.



Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Ballade | |

How many times have you been happy

How many times have you been happy

How many times, I ask you all
Have you been really happy?
How many times have you laughed with joy?
And felt so very free
Just because you’re filled with life
No help from booze, or drugs
How many time have you let a smile 
Give your heart a happy hug?

When did you stop and let your life
Just thrill you through and through
Without fulfilling some desire
Or some dream coming true
How many times were you forced to smile
Cause the sun shines high above?
Or you heard the sound of a singing bird
And your heart just filled with love.

How many times have you let fear go
And faced life unafraid
And felt the you, the total you
That really cannot fade
How many times have you rejoiced
Because you just love life?
How many times have you filled with joy
All free from worry and strife?

19 November 2013 @ 1830hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

NO NEED TO HIDE

Another Saturday afternoon
gentle breeze is blowing by
I just read your last love letter
felt the sparkle in your eye
The birds are serenading me
chipmunks stand entranced
I'm feeling so close to nature
in a muse for sweet romance 
Thunderstorm in the distance
massaged by the heavenly mist
Thoughts of our next together
oh I'm enraptured in all of this 
The squirrels look so happy
my fish pond's an excited buzz
The anticipation is rising high
they know what your love does
All of these friendly creatures
who live so close to me
I've told them all my secrets
they love the thought of you and me
So when you come home on Sunday
we're going to have a party outside
Then we'll make love in the meadow
they all know, so no need to hide

Date: 8-2-14


Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.


Details | Ballade | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bird

One day, as I sat alone, by the sea, a beautiful bird I chanced to see. And, as I watched, it sang a song while wind and wave played right along. It sang so brightly; It danced so sprightly, its call, so sweet, did so excite me. As it sang and danced along the sand, This beautiful bird I took in hand. And, dismayed, I couldn't understand why it would not sing, while held in hand. Though it looked so lovingly at me, It sang no more, till I set it free.


Details | I do not know? | |

Springs Arrival

The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air, The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom, The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life, The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun, Spring has arrived. The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up, The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio, The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky, The feeling of riding around with your windows down, Spring has arrived. The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire, The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass, The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline, The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day, Spring has arrived. The sound of children back playing outside, The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm, The sight of birds darting through the crisp air, The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet, That's when you can tell, Spring has arrived.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day!
It’s twenty four degrees
I sit here in the garden
Just watching happy trees
Dancing softly on the breeze
To woo my hungry eyes
And oh, if you could see them
Fluffy clouds that ride the Skies


Four fountains play a love song
A blessed symphony
While lovely red canary
Pays homage to the trees
With a soft, sweet,  honey warble
 Which blends into the song
And everything is simple
There’s naught that can be wrong.


The essence, seeps on, into  me
Soft music flows on out
And plays with so much mystery
As silence all about
Comes out to meet this orchestra
And I sink so deep within
As the dusk submerges day
And the evening does begin.




Details | Couplet | |

What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

BEYOND ME

its awesome. 
let us enjoy this for the moment
and plan the things for our future. 
i think i found my way.
that way and destination is you.
that's not right.
what is right for you
i shouldn't be the destination
its the language of art.
to mean i would be with you
go beyond me.
i am just one piece
we go beyond you together.
after reaching you, we can go beyond together.
i don’t know, dream big for yourself. 
i will support you
if you want to change things, change society, do things
i will!

layag sug!


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Ballade | |

On the beauty of the river

On the beauty of the river

Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views

No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.

As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry

26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs


This poem is for the Beauty contest.


Details | Ballade | |

This wild, woody garden

 

This wild and woody garden

This wild and woody garden
Oh, how she pleases me
Her upkeep sometimes gets me down
This I did not foresee
I guess that now at seventy
I’m really slowing down
But if my trees should disappear
Then I would surely frown.

I created all of this
I knew just what to do
I planted every kind of shrub
And watch the growth come through
Now one can’t hardly move in it
But oh the energy
That seems to flow into my soul
From every kind of tree

The birds, they come to visit us
In every kind of hue
As the trees they dance upon the breeze
And me, I’ve naught to do
But sit here watching natures show
Me, and my little friend
Letting power sooth my soul
And bring angst to its end.

9 August 2013 @ 1826hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Ballad | |

Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


Details | Rhyme | |

There is a Love

There is a love so loud my ears will sing it 
There is a truth so bright my face will shine 
This rhythm has the birds and beasts all dancing 
There is a secret that's unveiled every time 
There is a hope so good my eyes will water
A dream that I can barely understand 
There is a sword right-handed and it's clashing 
A God that will uplift a simple man


Details | Free verse | |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.


Details | Lyric | |

Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




Details | Rhyme | |

The start of the day

The start of the day

The wind is kind of wild again
As I sit on the patio
The river filled with morning rain
Looks wondrous in it's flow

As the wind does put her in top gear
She speeds upon her way
She has one goal, to reach the ocean
On this very rainy day.

Along the furthest shore there be
Some trees, with life all done
And yet they seem to have much beauty
As they glow beneath the Sun.

A Kookaburra Laughs out loud
Then he lands upon a tree
He looks so handsome and so proud
As he peers on down at me.

A  group of ducks come waddling by
They're looking for a feed
These blessed birds, they know that I
Will fill their every need.

Just then the wife gets out of bed
And I make her morning tea
And I cook for her some toasted bread
As we sit here happily.

Then the morning comes to life
And the working day begins
Replacing all that's natural
With the weight of human din.

7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.


Details | Classicism | |

FLOWERS OF UNFADING COLOR

There are clouds in the sky spell
Streaks quiet and fairly impressive
The sun rises in the morning to come
Later came the dark screaming like babies
Never to bald the forest-hood
Think of the flying wings that lead
The small forest in a silent call
The green tree foliage is in destiny
My beautiful garden is pretty cheerful
bright and daring beautiful
the flowers propose with unfading color
I am visiting my garden this morning
my lips trembled cold and chilling


Details | Sonnet | |

Sunset

Sunset

This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.





 



Details | Light Poetry | |

A Bird In The Hand

A Bird in the hand

From my childhood
 Sweet memories
I remember holding the sparrow so tight
It heart just beats so hard and so fast
 I became more curious. As I look into
His small beady eyes;

I smile, he chirp and whines, begging for mercy
Against the odds, he bite deep into my thumb
 It just wants to be free!
To navigate the world

I was startled by these words
Yay! Better let the bird in your hands go
Before he peck out your nose
“Said Nana
That was the day 
I said up, up and way little birdie.
I am so sorry!center



Details | Free verse | |

Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime


If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 

Misery.............................


Details | Rhyme | |

GRIND

My morning coffee on the deck
A pure solace before breakneck
Birds sweetly singing!

My office desk a paper wreck
Everyday grind I've come to expect
Phone always ringing :(

3-2-14

Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: The Blues - in tail rhyme 


Details | Tanka | |

The Finches

They're singing. They are.
The finches. They sing beauty.
That tree is their house.
How charming! Birds, music, tree.
And the sun, friendly, like them.

-----------------

Tanka Contest 3rd place
Contest Judged:  4/27/2014
Sponsored by: Amy Green


Details | Sonnet | |

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


Details | Ballad | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.











Details | Light Poetry | |

A Cat loved a Parakeet

A cat loved a parakeet,
It would always keep looking for her around the neighborhood,
Just to catch a glimpse of the cute parakeet,
When the parakeet will sit for a little while on the Guava Tree,
The cat would leave everything else and unabashedly look at the parakeet,
She took no notice of this at first,
Then on a beautiful wintery day, she noticed the love-struck cat,
Their eyes met,
It was Pure Magic!
She loved the color of the cat’s eyes,
It was a deep shade of dark brown,
In sharp contrast to the deep blue eyes that she had,
The cat's eyes said a lot of things to her, which only she could understand,
Their silent love went on for days,
They kept looking at each other for hours and hours and hours together,
Then months passed till one day the cat mustered some courage,
Walking in a trance, it tip-toed towards the Guava Tree,
The cute parakeet laughed and giggled a little,
Seeing the Romeo take charge,
She flew down from a higher branch to a lower one to cutely say ‘Bravo’,
The cat now swelling with great pride climbed atop the the Guava tree with some difficulty,
They embraced, hugged each other and had a feeling of Divine Love!
Yesterday evening, while it was raining, they finally got married,
The squirrel was the best man in their wedding,
All the animals and birds of the neighbourhood wished the newly weds their best of wishes,
They happily live now in the good old Guava Tree.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird


" The Butterfly and The Hummingbird ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Are So Beautiful Among The Flowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Can Mesmerize Me For Hours

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, When Sighted - Opens Observation Towers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Seem To Climb Upon Air Ladders

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both,  Have Their Own Unique, Exquisite Patterns

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Seem To Remind Us of What Really Matters

Tho' One's Ballet Is Languid-Soft 
and One Propels The Wind In Place Aloft

One Delights In Dances  / As One - Sweet Nectar Devours
Still, Both Are Delicate and Refreshing As Mist Showers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Have Made Our Flowerbeds, Their Bowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, A Sensation-Creation - Not Ours

Because The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Came From Almighty GOD's (Let There Be Light) Powers!


       Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady






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Swan Lake


                                Engineless she lands
                                Late sun ripples indigo
                                Solo Proud lake swan


 


                                                 © Shane Cogan, September 2013 


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9-1-1

I'M TRYING TO WALK ON WATER
BUT I CAN FEEL A STORM RISING
I CAN SEE THE SAVIOUR ON THE WATER SMILING 
BUT I DOUBT HIM AND START CRYING
HE SAID KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME
AND JUST KEEP ON SEEKING
I GET SO DISTRACTED
START PANICKING
AND BEGIN SINKING
HOW DID SHAME MAKE IT'S WAY INTO MY MIND?
HOW DID I ALLOW SHAME AND FEAR TO DOMINATE MY TIME?
HOW DID THIS IDENTITY MAKE ITS WAY INTO MY SOUL?
ALL OF MY PRIDE AND DIGNITY
SATAN STRATEGICALLY STOLE
NOW I'M BENEATH THE SURFACE
TRYING TO RISE UP FOR AIR
PEOPLE PASS  ME BY 
AND THEY SEEM FREE
AND TO ME IT'S JUST NOT FAIR
THEN JESUS BOLDLY SPOKE TO ME AND SAID DO NOT DARE COMPARE!
THE ONLY TIME THAT YOU DARE DROWN
IS WHEN YOU ACT LIKE I'M NOT THERE
AFTER HE SPOKE THAT TO ME
I WAS IN PEACE
AND MADE THIS CONCLUSION
THAT ALL OF MY FEARS
AND UNMERITED SHAME
IS REALLY JUST AN OPTICAL ILLUSION
BUT JESUS CAME AND WARNED ME THAT UNTIL I REALLY BELIEVE HIM FULLY
THAT I'LL BE HARASSED AND TAKE SET BACKS FROM SATAN,THAT DISTRACTING BULLY.
BUT GOD SAID CHILD THIS IS JUST A SMALL CHAPTER IN A PORTION OF YOUR LIFE
THEN HE SAID EVERYTHING WILL END SO NICE 
WHEN YOU STAY FOCUSED ON MY SON,CHRIST.


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The Peacock

Admire my plumage
Iridescent blue and green
Incomparable
Quite the best you've ever seen
Watch me strut and watch me preen.

Tanka by
Mike Jones


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Long Flight

pulse of flight
against a pure garish sky
warm damp wings

4-25-13


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Galah tree

Galah Tree

I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.

It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.

I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..


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BIRDSONG




Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the 
Glorious splendour of birdsong





orion
Nature


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So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


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Peace

 The stillness of the loch,

 greeted with an amazing

 peace. It fulfils my long

 days mountain walk. A

 mirrored landscape of a

 breath taking mountain

 scene. One of the finest I've

 ever seen. A choir of tweeting

 birds breaks the silence. Its

 sweet music to my ears,

 natures beautiful cheer.


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Messenger Of Love

For the one I love, 
Whom I feel was sent from above.
With love I mail a few letters 
Tied around a dove’s tail feathers.
 
For the one I love, 
Whom I hope receives this dove.
With hope, I wait for a reply 
As my messenger flies across the sky.

For the one I love, 
Whom I believe was meant to be mine.
With sincerity I send words 
Meant to mend his lonely heart.
 
For the one I love, 
Whom awaits the descent of the messenger dove.
With patience I yearn 
For his loving words in return.


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beautiful birds

I do not like to recite poetry
nor have talent at this.
Instead I grab a woman
of flesh
hair
her feel all
to just love her
with her ??lips,
tongue with everything and gave
and God gave me.
Finally who does not want to ****
when has everything.


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A walk along the river

Walk  in the river.
As i walk the river banks 
The water seems to flow as if it was following me.
The trees with their branches sum the touch of water to drink.
The river is so quiet that it is nice to walk along just to think.
The birds are flying above the trees ready to take a fish they might see.
The sun it sets and the glare makes the water shine in different colors.
I enjoy a walk along the river and to see all that there.


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A View From My Deck

Fluffy white floaters on the breeze
Parachuting from the sky
Petals off the apple tree
A carpet on the lawn

Happy birds that tweet and trill
Songs of constant joy
Hopping and bopping from branch to branch
High rise nesting architects

Hummers zip and stop on a dime
Hover at colourful flowers
Drinking natures sweetened nectars
Yellow bush a favourite

Garden buzzes its own rhythm
Yellow pollinators streaking by
Moving from one plant to another
Nature's wondrous helpers

On the deck with morning coffee steaming
Marvelling at the non-stop action
Much better than watching the morning news
Relaxed, refreshed, renewed for the day


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Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


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Spring is seeping in

Spring is seeping in

I can feel it seeping in
Spring season’s on it’s way
Lord Sun is shining vibrantly
It’s a precious kind of day
One fountain gurgles pleasantly
While another chuckles low
There’s a kind of magic in the air
That kind of makes me glow.

This wondrous essence that I feel
It be so strong in me
I guess I’m not the only one
In everyone it be
It seems though few have felt it
They keep it hid within
Yet when it moves into ones soul
The dance it must begin

A Honey eater with striped face
Breaks into tender song
He has the most delightful voice
That really does belong
Within the heart of every man
It gives such sweet delight 
As I sit here soaking beauty in
The sun shines soft, yet bright.

11 August 2013 @ 1732hrs.


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Frozen Out

Housemothers twain, swaddled in sorrel fur

And bustled skirts, walking ‘tween the parklands.

Brilliant cobalt sky, above cawing birds,

Who demand substance, with their harangue?

So the fostering queens proffer their alms.

 

The badelynge of ducks, on polished ice,

Lambently advance with feral affray.

As morsels of cardinal fare, entice.

The attending dames in their tender, urbane way,

Have rescued these birds from another wintry day.


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In Greenhaven

Greenhaven.

I wake up in the morning with the sunlight on my face
As it glimmers through those Banksias
That thrive around this place
And it feels just like the country
Lots of trees and lots of space
In Greenhaven.

The shops are down the road a bit, but not too far away
And there’s a sense of freedom here, and everything’s okay
Oh! when that sun shines through those trees
At the break of a summers day
In Greenhaven

Greenhaven is the place for me
It lies just out of town
We have our beers and barbecues
When folk they come around
In Greenhaven

I love this happy home of mine
Where the sun shines through those trees
And the cockys scream as they fly above
So alive and wild and free
And I sit and play my old guitar
In this place just made for me
In Greenhaven.


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HAPPENING

it's not a decision.
it's a happening.
it's like contracting fever.
you don't decide that you want to have fever.
it just happens to you.
just let it be.
i have silently decided thing.
so i accepted silently and i felt good.
as i think you felt it too.

layag sug!


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The Tiger and The Peacock


" The Tiger and The Peacock ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)




The Tiger and The Peacock
Both, Have Beautiful Eyes

The Tiger and The Peacock
Both, Are A Wildlife Prize

The Tiger and The Peacock
Both, Walk In Graceful,, Stately Strides

The Tiger and The Peacock
Both, Are  Lovely, Lustrous Designs

The Tiger and The Peacock
Both, Are The Artwork of Someone Wise

Tho' One Be A Bird and One Feline
Both - Are The Amazing, Handiwork of JAH's


      Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
               by:  MoonBee  Canady




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calypso

calypso darting
peering through open windows
rufous hummingbird

an old gourd hanging
blowing gently in the breeze
its peach tree abode

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this hummingbird has been hanging around all season, at first i thought it was simply due to the feeders. after doing some lawn maintenance today, i saw it entering a hollowed out gourd i put in my peach tree last summer. i figure, s/he is now part of the estate, may as well give it a name: calypso.


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Mountains

 
(Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 10.09.2014


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Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails
I’ve not done this for a while
It’s not the same as the older days
When I used to walk for miles
My body’s getting older now
I’m easing off a bit
And yet these wetlands filled with life
I love them, I admit.

Whilst walking I got kind of high
The clouds were in the sky
As the rain was teeming down
I heard the ravens cry
As two of them flew over head
Giving out their lonely calls
There’s something about these big black birds
That be so beautiful.

Then I saw a flock of swallows
About a hundred strong
They were not singing tenderly
I heard no kind of song
But my, those birds, they seemed to dance
They whirled and twirled around
And put my mind into a trance
As I trod the grassy ground.

I walked for just an hour or two
As that rain, it soaked the earth
Oh. Walking through these wetland trails
Is a thing of so much worth
Then I went home to write some poems
To celebrate my day
And let the day just do its thing
As I went on my way.

15 August 2013 @ 1350hrs.


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The beauty of the wetlands

 
Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory



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As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


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ONE SPRING DAY

ONE SPRING DAY The snowfall was quite a bit. It seemed to last forever. Expectations became null, as the first day of spring came in March. The grass had not green. All that was seen was white no butterflies where in flight. Birds did not chirp but love was in our hearts. Spring would come in a bliss. All will awaken, one spring day, to all that was missed. The snow has disappeared. The grass is green. The butterflies are in flight. The birds chirp. It is spring and not just that season. One spring day is every day. ________________________________________________| Sponsor: Francine Roberts Contest Name: A Spring Day in English Quintain Date Written: March 22, 2014 Entry Date: March 22, 2014 Motif: Day


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My friend

Through all the negitive
I've gotten more positive
I found God
I found me
I found confidence
I found love

I stand before you today
as a whitness of God's grace
Every day I walk in faith
Always thankful
Every day I pray
leaving the past in the past
I have forgivin my enemies, and myself
I walk every day with my head held high
movin on with my life

I have confidence in me
when the world told me I can't
God showed me I can
And I will!!

I'm proud of who I am.
I love how God made me
I talk to him all the time
I tell him how I feel
How can I not LOVE my God
He is too good
I am one he heals

I am one who made it through one of the worse
I was so hurt,non stop sadness and anger
every day and sleepless nights

I was knocked down so hard
Now I stand strong,talking with you
looking at the sadness and hurt in your eyes
Sweet heart, the devil is a lie

Never give up my friend
Pray to Jesus christ
God and time is on your side
Let me pray with you now
when you leave know this, I'll be praying for you
every day and every night



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A Little Girl's Peacock

A Little Girl’s Peacock

The vision she must have had
A brightly colored peacock
Many artists saw the magnificent creature
They all spoke of it
Some called it a toucan
Others saw the peacock for what it was
She knew what she wanted
She wanted a beautiful bird
Peacock or toucan she got what she wanted
A beautiful bird that everyone wanted to see
She brought to life the entire spectrum of color
Such time she must have taken
Every feather in place
An eye that had so much life in it
The bird was ready to jump off the canvas
It was ready to take flight through a dense rain forest
How could she have such a talent?
No one taught her
She had the passion in her heart
So strong was her passion that every brushstroke was perfect
It was almost as if she had the bird within her grasp
For her age she made quite an impact
Not one person thought that she was only 8 years old
Such a talent at such a young age
Some called it a miracle
Others called it just a lucky shot
If you ask that little girl
She will tell you that it is just a painting of a peacock
Nothing more, nothing more
Just a peacock painted by a little girl
And that is all that matters


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Albatross


   albatross bathed 
   in golden rays -
   picture takes pride of place


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Life Reflects

Life Reflects

bird sat on a perch
ocean reflects upon clouds
rain fills a great void

Haiku, contest entry

08-13-2014


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A Song for the Glory of Nature

A Song for the Glory of Nature

Life is so sweet as Nature amply proves 
         by the birds and the bees
That dearly presents just how loves soothes,
          mankind's many troubles and woes
Marvel, marvel at the sheer beauty of the trees, 
singing in colors brilliant or icy white snows

Does not the art of the trees rain this down upon us?
Having been caressed by the love and wonder of the 
          birds and the bees

Nature gives many more displays to validate it's worth
as man fails to adequately describe that majesty even 
                                                        in poetic verse!
Robert L. 

Composed this morning as I patiently waited to let a mother duck
and her seven little ducklings safely cross the road in front of me.
Nature presents us with the beauty of the young to remind us what
we should diligently strive to preserve and hold onto!


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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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I Wish I Was A Bird

I wish I was a bird. 
  I could see the world,  fly high above the mountains and the trees and the ocean and the seas.
  I wish I was a bird.
 Just sail the breeze with my wings so wide gliding to the earth with no worries on my mind.
  I wish I was a bird. Please take me out of the cage, let me fly and be free, to be me! not to be molded into you.
I wish I was a bird. 
You can hold me, but please be careful I am fragile and scare easily and fly away before I should.
 I wish I was a bird.
I am tired of being fragile and little,  over the years I have become wise like an owl quick like the Falcon and strong like an eagle, Now try to put me in that cage!.
I wish was a bird.
To be colorful and have everyone hear my voice as I sing beautiful songs I will overcome all the odds against me.
I wish I was a bird.


Written by Nathan Stanford


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Cardinals from my window seat

hanging on the tree                                                                                                         like red ripe apples snow scrim                                                                                         postcards view winter


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CHILL

I am bombarded from work,
Plus a bad dream
Want to chill first then get up.
Can't put it in details,
But it’s a fear drawn from my thoughts for a long time now,
Then actually felt and seen it in my dream.
An emotional battle that I know from the start,
I have no chance of winning.


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Night trail

in the light of darkness
a moon and her stars
faded harshly away
hands of my hours
dwell in their eternal moment
in a time framed ballet

eyes adapted to the dark
mirror miniscule
a mouse into an elephant
the almost invisible night owl
whizzes traceable yet silent
downwards like a celebrant

one small pinched squeak
most pervading affirmation 
of a heavenly nutritious act
down below a different sound
terse trampling of fleeing mouse
a stampede displays life's a fact

once completely paralyzed 
in the midst of the Black Forrest
in breathless adoration since
eternal memories forth live
symphonies nestled in my mind
me and a night owl's secret flirtation

(c) Elly Wouterse
Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Contest Winner Medal
	3	Night trail	Elly Wouterse


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Lorrikeet

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow






I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)


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beautiful birds 13

all kinds of words
and I had no idea that my heart
had overnight become a Unabomber
ready to blow me for mismatch.

I thought it was better to dodge
that I can not really say
as the radio announces a bombing
or something
it did not bring anything good.

and I am determined not to complicate things
it's so easy to make use of this body
to reach you
to kiss you
and all this in outside light
who does not need anything extra.

-	Let there be light!
is a good light
white one.


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Spirit

My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.


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Just Another Lily White

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
(Earlier Titled "I Thought That She Was Just Another Super 
Lily White) [P.S., PAST TENANT 'ROOMATES' and NON-FRIENDS...
HAVE BROKEN INTO AND STOLEN MY SONG-LYRICS...AND POSTED
AS 'THEIR' INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES!]


[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 11]

I......I NEVER...NEVER-EVER...EVEN-THOUGHT-OR-IMAGINED...
A-SADDER/GIRL-OR-STORY!
LILY-WHITE!
LILY!

I......I NEVER...NEVER-EVER...EVEN-THOUGHT-OR-IMAGINED...
A-SADDER/GIRL-OR-STORY!
LILY-WHITE!
LILY!

DEEPER...AND-TOO...DEEP-DEEP/BLUE!
DEEPER...AND-TOO...DEEP-DEEP/BLUE!
EYES......BEYOND...THE-BLUE-AZURE/OF-THE/SKY!
EYES......THAT-WERE/FROM-BEYOND-THE/AZURE-OF-THE/SKY!
EYES......THAT-WERE/FROM-BEYOND-THE/AZURE-OF-THE/SKY!

AND-SHE/FLIES!
AND-SHE/FLIES!

A......LILY-WHITE...THAT-FLIES!
A......LILY-WHITE...THAT-FLIES!
SHE/FLIES!
SHE/FLIES!

THROUGH......THE-PITCHED/BLACKNESS-OF-THE/ROYAL-BLUE/NIGHT!
RIGHT-THROUGH......THE-PITCHED/BLACKNESS-OF-THE/ROYAL-BLUE/NIGHT!
TORE-AND/TORN...STRAIGHT-THROUGH......A-FLESHLY/HUMAN-HEART......
MINE!
AND-SHE-WAS.........TORE-AND/TORN.........STRAIGHT-THROUGH......
A-FLESHLY......HUMAN-HEART...MINE!

[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 7]

YOU...ARE...BEAUTIFUL.........NO.........REALLY!
THANK...YOU!
YOU...ARE...BEAUTIFUL.........NO.........REALLY!
THANK...YOU!
YOU..........ARE.....................
I......SAID......THANK YOU! OKAY? THANK YOU!!! [VERY POWERFUL EMPHASIS]

BUT.........BUT.........HOW?
WHY............DID YOU............SEE SOMETHING?
BUT...............I.........THOUGHT.........THAT YOU WERE JUST.........PERRY WHITE'S
NIECE?
HOW?
WHY.........DID YOU SEE SOMETHING?


I............I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR...
SOMETHING SADDER!
I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING...
SADDER!
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...TO ME!

AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY..........TO THE STARS!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY...AND DANCE......AND-HOP-SKIP-SNAD-DANCE...
AMONGST-THE-STARS/AND FROM..........CON-STE-LA-TION......TO......
CON-STE-LA-TION!

TAKE-ME!
TAKE-ME!
NO!
NO!
A.........ROYAL SUPER.........NEVER-EVER/DIES!
A.........ROYAL SUPER NEVER EVER DIES!


                                      FINI


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A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


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Mockingbird Sings Again

The Mocking-Bird


He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest notes; 
An’ music jest come on the run 
From all their purty throats!

But still that bird was silent 
In summer time an’ fall; 
He jest set still an’ listened, 
An’ he would n’t sing at all!

But one night when them songsters 
Was tired out an’ still, 
An’ the wind sighed down the valley 
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;

When the stars was all a-tremble 
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue, 
An’ the daisy in the darkness 
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,— 

There come a sound o’ melody 
No mortal ever heard, 
An’ all the birds seemed singin’ 
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!

Then the other birds went Mayin’ 
In a land too fur to call; 
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’ 
When one bird could sing fer all! 

 by : Frank Lebby Stanton
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Mockingbird Sings Again          -- My answer and tribute!

So sweet were those purty notes 
hitting the misery we totes'
floatin' upon nite's sweet airs
vanishing our worries and cares

The other birds went their way
to other lands so very far away
the mockerbird chose to sing on
with all their beautiful songs

With each and every rendition
making beautiful the condition
increasing the beauty of song
singing the day and nite long

Soon the world heard this sound
moon and stars beamed on down
other birds flocked back around
song notes joined sky and ground

Now a melody stirs man's heart
divine poetic notes from start
from a bird singin' and pleasin'
gifted us for a joyful reason!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2014

Thank you Peter. Your poem and tribute to Frank L. Stanton's magnificent 
poem (Jest A-Wearyin' Fer You by Frank Lebby Stanton )steeled my resolve to 
man up and tackle this which I had previously so feared to do. FACE YOUR 
FEAR, MY DAD ALWAYS SAID. I sat down,  asked my Muse for her help
and this popped out....


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Autumn - Alphabet Poem

Ashes prepare for the fire’s glow
Umbrellas twirl under the rain
The leaves voice a radiant symphony
Uttering a beautiful season
Many feathers thread their way south
Nature’s clock spinning a bridge to winter


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Bentley and Shadow

My friend had a beautiful bird and Bentley was his name
He was a little cockatiel and he liked to play a game

Where he'd undo a charm bracelet,throw it all around
He'd say his name so loudly then he'd make a giggling sound

She got another cockatiel,a smaller one than Bentley
"Pretty boy Bentley"he'd yell out and look at you intently

She had to name him Shadow for he was a bit confused
He mixed up his identity,his own name he refused

I never was a bird person but these two were such fun!
They'd sometimes fly around the house and have us on the run

Chatterboxes both of them they had alot to say
Like"howdy,whatcha doin',good morning" and "no way"

I tried to teach them my name but they would have none of it
They would say"hey good lookin" so I learned to rise above it!




By Deb Wilson
**for Beautiful Birds Mini Blog Contest
sponsored by Constance~A Rambling Poet~



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rainbow tail

amazing black bird
long rainbow tail and ode tongue
nature hands art view 


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Just Before Summertime

She wants that feel of summertime
When everything seems to rhyme

A courageous bird sailing over the mountains
Rivers,waterfalls,subsidizing fountains

A bud in the morning, delicate flower by evening
An ever so perpetual meaning

Swallowed up the sunshine
You've never felt so divine

The breeze gently playing with your hair
Dancing in the tall grass, completely bare

We found the treasure, but it needs a key
Quite possibly it's the love from you and me

We will never reach our peak
Always something new to seek

-Cody T. Nitz


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A Joyous Trek

A Joyous Trek 

An afternoon spent walking the trails
Nature triumphs where city life fails
A short drive to Wapanocca Refuge today
had to let my inner child out to play

First trail snaked out to a lovely pond
saw the ducks of which I am so fond
Up around another very scenic bend
two deer bolted as if we were not friends

This cool day had the turtles out sunning
the squirrels playing, the lizards a running
All seemed to be listening to Nature's tune
Mid July felt like cool morn in early June

A trek to ease a tired body and soul
serenity realized , sweet joy the goal

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2014 

http://www.fws.gov/wapanocca/

Wapanocca NWR located 20 miles northwest of Memphis, Tennessee, 
in Crittenden County, Arkansas was established in 1961 to provided
habitat for migrating and wintering waterfowl. The refuge is located 
four miles west of the Mississippi River and protected from the river
 by the river levee. Prior to establishment of the refuge, it was the
 site of the Wapanocca Outing Club which was formed in 1886. This was
 one of the oldest and most prestigious hunting clubs. The club managed
 for waterfowl and most of the lake was set aside as a waterfowl 
sanctuary. 

Today the refuge literally stands as a wildlife oasis in an 
agricultural sea. An excellent diversity of habitat exists comprised
 on mainly agricultural land, bottomland hardwood forest, early stage
 reforested hardwoods, open water and flooded cypress/willow swamp. 
Thirty small field impoundments totaling 190 acres have been developed
 for waterfowl in the agricultural area. Because of its strategic 
location in the heart of the Mississippi Flyway and the diverse 
habitat, the refuge is a prime wintering area for migratory waterfowl 
and a major stopping place for migrating warblers. Bald eagles, great
 blue herons, great egrets and anhingas nest on the refuge.


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Spring

As she lay on her knees
surounded by the these brown clored leaves 
she gazed up high
so high 
it was like she
was floating above
the sky
but a cold breeze 
soon sent
sievers down her spine
shaking it off
she picks up
a dandi lion
she made her wish and threw it
sending it flyinging in the wind
the birds whistling
in sync
she starts to sing
you see
its not autum anymore 
its spring
no more autum leaves
just a  warm summer breeze


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Buddha

          The winding steps
     took me  to the crest  of the hill
   into the dark scented chamber.
  The Buddha looked  calm.
  The studded gems
  on the crown
    shimmered  in the incensed
    sacred   hall.
    I gazed at his half-opened
   down cast eyes
    tried   to penetrate
   deep into them.
   My sorrows melted away in no time
    and left me in the land of bliss.
    Saintly and pure. 
    If this be eternity
   perhaps I  had  experienced  it
   though It lasted.
  for a few seconds only.
  The downward descent of the hill
   placed me once again
  back to the mundane world
  of pleasures and pains
   seemingly apparent
    but not real.
   what remains is 
   the memory of Buddha.


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Lost in the valley of love

A bird flies with the flow
Fools speak flamboyant of his falls
Filled with shock the heart let go
Feeling numb by the arching heart 

A bird flies with hope high in the sky
Hopes are his daily duty that never end
Hooked by the glittering gold and silver
A soul searches for unknown of unknown
But there in the sky some bird knows

The birds that make sounds that heal the soul
He searches and to his reward love is bestowed
Love that changed all his thoughts
The love that control his every thoughts
Lost in the valley of love where sorrow dwells

Heap of thoughts travel like the speed of light
There in valley he dies of heart shock
Heap of flies’ gang to his solitary and mutated body
A bird looks down with despair
He is gone with a broken heart.


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Save the Words

Save the Words shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon there's time to change the train you're riding and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold because what's worth feeling is worth finding oh please save the words, just save the words a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and these days some don't know what to fight for when what is right today is wrong tomorrow and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others and these days we don't know what to fight for save the words, save the words place them in a golden basket of wheat and watch flowers burst forth wild and free from the golden serenity a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and one day we shall find the meaning in love so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words oh save the words, please save the words and united the world stands to revolve in gold on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic because with joy we can swing forth with the gift of a smiling world just save the words, save the words: understanding, acceptance, and tranquility


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Love sick is a horrid hang-up

Love sick is a horrid hang-up,
to know that no one with call you,
or no one cares for you not one living thing;
Not even a snail moving slowly in a gutter,
or a snake slithering in desert sand pools,
not even that one beautiful girl with diamond eyes;
not one will ever come and just talk.

I hear the birds talking back and forth to each other,
five in the morning in the cool dawn morning;
I think they talk of me- (who is that brown-eyed boy,
-who cries such tears of sorrow-)
I don't think that though- they must be talking of the morning sunrise.
They might not even know that I'm down here thinking of them up there-
-or do they?)

.2.23.2014.


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Birds

 Little Robin with a flash

 of red, how you awaken

 my eyes as I rise from my

 bed. The proud Peacock in

 his sway of colours, what a

 beautiful display. A beautiful

 white Swan, moves with grace.

 So elegant with her long slender

 neck. Mister Magpie with a

 glimmer in his eye, dressed

 suave in black and white. Yet

 a thief in flight


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Owls Night

                    Owls Night 

Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged
Sores the twilight ozone meadow
Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass
Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter
Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert 
Between the silent grays of total black
Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt
Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow  
Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp
Scrambling to escape
Owl changes shape before attacking
Preys before he merges on this species
The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature
A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight
Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing
No thinking on the wing and wind
No time to contemplate
Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet
Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret
Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together 
Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog
But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt


                    Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest


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I Saw The Bluebirds

I Saw The Bluebirds 

I saw the bluebirds flying into love
nesting in those trees high above
The owls were hiding in the same tree
awaiting night to fly about so free!

The woodpecker was pecking, pecking away
was he happy, who can ever say?
The mockingbird was just singing loud
knew it's beautiful calls, so very proud!

The blackbirds flew in as a big flock
giving the other birds quite a shock
The crow cautiously flew to another spot
one far more calm and not so very hot!

The robins stayed low in the green brush
slipped about so silently in a low hush
I saw the bluebirds quietly watching it all
sitting on that nest for the very long haul!

R.J. Lindley
O5, 16, 1979

This from long ago. I once visited those woods weekly.
Went there for solitude and to enjoy the sheer beauty 
that Nature so bountifully offered!
Those beautiful woods were cut down in the mid 90's..
So many beautiful spots destroyed forever. Such old growth
 forests take several hundred years to regenerate. And even 
then can not reproduce what Nature had created in tens of
 thousands!


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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.


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Il Fiore Della Bruma P4

Mr. Visage of the manor, was often regarded in the highest esteem.
He lived in direct centre of the valley
Lauded his walls with fine antiques and trinkets;
Gold plated vases of crushed ice
Refilled by the hour.
Ebony perfumes
Travelling in thick cloud, like a rich fog of delight
Or marvel atleast.
His walls were only thin bamboo,
And he visited the villagers regularly.
Ofcourse, they privately grumbled of his accommodation
And obsessive nature to present, even perform at times.
Yet he was quite the life amongst them
They would none but laugh and smile in his presence.
Only laugh and smile.

Mr. Visage was a tapestry of pride
A great man in many respects.
Maybe he enjoyed his success too much,
But in person still,
He was a good man amongst the valley.

“This Family is a secret dysfunction;
Alone in all but volume.
Pray for the beauty of the elegant bird.
These wonders I have homed
From a tropic desolation,
Here to see and be seen
In the total view of the prominent.
Perfection of Asia, Africa, bizarre and prize
Drawn together by infinite work:
Pray for the beauty of the elegant bird.

Uneclipsed, I dive
Capsuling grace in a midnight charm
With a stare so ready to flicker
And dissolve the empty rooms.
What will happen to my attraction
Once I depart?”

 The Mr. Visage wept
For the bird that flew
And Mr. Visage would never depart. 


If there's anyone that's actually been reading all these parts, this one is by far the most obscure, probably looks pretty poor without it making sense but it does, particularly when in comparison with part 2 and 3


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My three little birds

Dove Robin Chickadee
All are in the same species
All are dear to me


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Hummingbird

Fly little hummingbird
Sing to me
And if you do I promise to set you free
Fly little hummingbird	
Whisper into my ears
Of your thoughts, anxieties and fears
Of an uncertain future
And all that it bears
Fly little hummingbird	
Flap your wings
And fly around in circles
Making beautiful rings
And backwards
And downward
Then upwards again
Little hummingbird makes a remarkable spin
Little hummingbirds with a tube like beak
Sucks nectar from hibiscus 
But they barely speaks
Steals a beetle from a spider web
As he reach
Then flies away and away
Hummingbird flaunts his colorful feathers to its female
Emerald green
With golden wings
Coated with deep violet
As he enjoy all that life brings


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THE MYSTERY OF THE OWL

The Mystery of the Owl

Owls are such an interesting breed of birds
What are they thinking?
Do they ponder the mysteries of the world with just a simple blink?
….It just makes me stop and think….

What actually goes on in the mind of an owl?
Do they ponder the perplexity of mankind?
Do they measure the amount of evil?
I say owls are the most intelligent of birds 
And they have been stolen as a symbol of evil
For there is nothing truly evil about an owl
They are the most sacred of all the birds in heaven
Surely if you ever met one in the heavenlies
He would have an opinion on this matter

No Bohemian Grove ceremony!
No child sacrifices to Lucifer!
An owl in all of his wisdom would fly as far away from this evil!

When you arrive in the heavenlies and stand before the Creator
You will learn of the mysteries including the mystery of the owl
An owl is a loving friend that sits on the shoulder of our Creator
You can even have one as a friend if you pray hard enough

So the next time you consider an owl
Remember this quaint little story 
Remember that everything upon this earth is truly not what it seems
For in the book of Matthew it is written, Ask and It Shall Be Given
For this is how I learned of the MYSTERY OF THE OWL!


8-3-14





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unexpected hummingbird encounter haiku

hummingbird checks me out
and then goes about its way
defining nature....


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Soulful Beginning

In a world full of illusion it can be hard to find,
Our lonely souls that we hide deep inside,
Almost impossible to tell what's fake from what's real,
Especially when your whole life you're told reality is something you feel,
Now, let's take a moment to think outside the box,
put down your phone, turn off the TV, ignore your clocks,
AN don't be offended this is all just a hunch,
but to me to feel doesn't mean to touch,
When you touch something physical it penetrates skin deep,
Now to feel it in your soul is something truly moving,
a feeling nearly impossible to explain,
but if I had to try Id say its the rainbow after the rain,
or the joy you feel when a child says they love you,
Like that person singing in their car that makes you want to sing too,
kinda like when your hands are full and a stranger holds the door,
seeing and elderly couple walking hand in hand with a love so pure,
If you stay true to you then you will awaken your soul,
That is when, as human, we become truly powerful.


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Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride


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The Rooster

His skin, with the texture of gravel,
And the color of lava; he is The Rooster.
He possesses a look of determination,
Originating from the depths of his charcoal pupil.
At a first glance, a volcanic eruption is a fair comparison.
His eye is the sun, tinted with red, exploding with yellow.
The hairs, ever so fine, sparsely lay upon his face, 
Almost setting boundary lines around his eye.


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Finches Dance

*Finches Dance*

Three finches gather at the old bird feeder 

Nestled near the small patch of corn

Enthusiastically taking turns twirling around

Like at a ho down at the old Seller’s barn 

Doing acrobatic dance maneuvers

As thistle seed falls merrily to the ground

Three happy finches dancing away the day

As shadows begin to emerge on the old wooden fence

Three weary finches danced their hearts out

A few feathers less than when they first begun

Gwendolen Rix
6-9-14



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Two Doves


~*~ Two Doves ~*~

Perched atop a bird of paradise tree

Two doves sing merrily

Recounting every flight

And every plight they have ever endured

Never looking back on their sorrows

Soaring new heights tomorrow

Caught up in a most extravagant breeze 

Atop a million trees

Two doves cuddling in their nest of eternal harmony!

Written by Gwendolen Rix
July 2014

Especially for Kevin and Rita 


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wether has thy flute gone dear krishna

[ edit poem ]
where is my flute today gone missing?
wether has thy flute gone oh krishna asked radha,
wether has it gone,
no sweet music heard,
no dancing peacocks, seen,
no lovely rain drencheth this vrindavan here,
its so dull in here dear krishna, where is the flute of thee gone?

peeping between every,
tree i here try to find,
wither have thee  lost  that lovely flute?
were there days , my dear krishna i felt obsessed why is this flute taking away you from me?
but minus the flute and  just of you
shall no there is no life here in vrindavan.

so dear gopala,see to that along with thy venu do come 
sitting by you i shall here enjoy the sweet notes of music that enamate from thy flute, rains may occur, peacocks may dance, 
and this vrindavan shall in turn look so beautiful and aromatic,
that life becomes blissfull.


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Heartbeats of singing wings

as the circles of wind                                                                                                   hold the delicate in the air                                                                                      waves of music fill as I stare hovering                                                                          flying backward away from the flower                                                                               like a pause before a kiss then closing in                                                                           with wings a blurr tastes the nectar                                                                          struck by colors unseen while dividing the light                                                               rightly into rainbows for all to admire                                                                               heart racing a thousand times a minute                                                                         all this from one little heart


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The Owl

The owl,
He sit's atop a branch high up in a tree,
He's as quiet as a silent vowel,
Hidden in the shadowy stillness,
With eyes as wide as saucers,
He secretly spies what scampers below,
While in the distance wolves howl,
A mouse cautiously creeps through the grass,
When suddenly the owl swoops down,
In a shadowy haze of wind and breeze,
From his perch and captures the mouse,
HOOT!!! HOOT!!! HOOT!!! HOOT!!!,
The owl bellows as he flies away with his dinner,


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Simple Dream

I dream of such simple things
Such as birds and their wings
With the curves of each feather
And how they become weathered

I see the birds flying with wings a flapping
I understand how wings operate with no gapping
With push of a second the bird is in the air
This is how birds fly in the air with no care   

The birds in the air with freedom in their wings to fly out of trouble
Is how the bird feel with the wind pushing them up with force doubled
I get a happy when I see a bird fly
And I wish to be by their side so I give a sigh


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STEPHANIE

It was love at first sight
When I first saw Stephanie
That sparkling sprite
Stunning little Steffie
It may have been her beautiful face
Wish a rosy blush on her cheek 
She was the most beautiful creature
I ever held in my arms 
It may have been the fine brown hair 
Dancing on her shoulders
Hair so fine it turned to fire
In the sunlight
Making a halo on an angel's head
Possibly it was her vivaciousness
Or just her small buttocks
Encased in her dirty jodhpurs
She was simply heart stoppingly gorgeous
Being in love with her was joyous,
Being loved by her was glorious
She would hug me 
And bury her head in my chest
The smell of her hair was heaven
Her perfume a divine intoxication
And I would feel her tremble in my arms
As a tiny bird might in the palm of your hand
I wanted to keep her safe
Protect her from harm
Then I would kiss the top of her head
And carry her off to bed
I loved her so much
But I should have loved her more
I should have loved her with a passion
With such depth and intensity
That God himself
Could not have rent her from my grasp
But I did not 
And my little bird escaped