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I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet


I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.


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On this lovely morning

On this lovely morning

I sit here, this fine morning
And I feel I have to write
Just as the day is dawning
It gives me sweet delight
Black Cockatoos fly overhead
It's a lovely mystic morn
On this wondrous path I tread
A new day it is born.

The sun comes shining high above
The sky is mystic blue
It bathes the flowers with its love
They shine in every hue
As only love can fill my soul
The love for everything
The whole wide world it seems so whole
My heart begins to sing.

As birds they feed upon my lawn
Such pleasure I do feel
The mystery that comes with dawn
So tender and so real
I feel it to my deepest core
It mesmerises me
How I really do adore
Dawns lovely mystery.

15 October 2014


 









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As river flows

As River flows.

As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me

The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.

The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.

15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Whilst walking through the woods

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry

Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun

Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day


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Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


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In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014


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The Young Gardener

She is learning young
Pure genteel pleasures of a garden
Amid the fragrant roses and towering lupines
That give the winter pardon.
Sweet feminine echo of her beautiful mother
She holds up her watering can
a tiny version of the other.

Now she mimics to perfection
The sprinkling of flowers 
as she giggles with delight
At birds in secret bowers.

She can't wait for the 'morrow
Her duties to employ
She is mother's little helper
And Daddy's little joy

For	Isaiah Zerbst -Gordon Dunlop Leslie Contest
http://www.pasionporlapintura.com/art-gallery/george-dunlop-leslie-painter/leslie-gd-the-young-gardener-oil-painting-reproduction/


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Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Happiness

Quintain

Happiness

When sunset comes it makes me smile
A mystic silence greets me then
The birds they sing in grandest style
I am the happiest of men
When I do spot a fairy wren.

When morning comes it gives me joy
As darkness fades, and sun shines bright
This feeling, nothing could destroy
The dawn it gives me such delight
As magpie bids the day ‘goodnight’.

I love to walk down to the lake
And watch the ducks swim lazily
Sometimes a mist is in the air
Then sun shines through so hazily
As parrots screech from yonder tree

Some folk would say that I’m insane
Because I’m filled with happiness
From laughing, me I can’t refrain
I love to feel life’s sweet caress
The God of love my heart does bless

22 November 2014


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Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


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By the river

Holy Grail

By the river

Have you ever sat, by the riverside?
As it flows so endlessly to the sea
It always makes me feel so deified?
The river is the place I love to be
Have you seen the ducks gently passing by?
As sun shines softly at the break of dawn
Oh its sweet beauty no one can deny
How I love the sweetness of the morn
So much beauty I do see
Oh, how it makes my heart sing
I love the mystery
It does bring
Oh, so free
Lovey birds
Sing for me
Deliciously
I really love the river
Oh lord such joy it does deliver

15 September 2014 @ 0500hrs. 


Holy Grail is a form created by John Henson. 
Syllable count is 10,10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 7, 7, 6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9.
Rhyme is a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, e, f, e, f, g, h, g, h, I, I.


Details | I do not know? | |

Walking through the wetlands

This poem s in a style created by Christina R Jussaume


Walking through the wetlands

I’m walking through the wetland trails
The trees are soaking from the rain
I’m always here I’m back again
I’m walking through the wetland trails
The birds are singing in the trees
As feather leaves dance on the breeze
I feel the rain, I feel the rain.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
A kookaburra laugh’s out loud
The rain it forms a kind of shroud
I’m walking through the wetland trails
Two kangaroos go leaping past
The rain it seems has stopped at last
The bird laughs loud, the bird laughs loud.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel around me chimes of love
Now sun shines softly from above
I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel in nature all around
The breath of God that can be found
In chimes of love, in chimes of love

I feel Gods presence up above.

20 August 2014 0845hrs.


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Whilst in the valley

Whilst in the valley

Whilst alone down in the valley
I gazed upon a deep blue sky
As my senses, they did rally
The birds above me they did fly
My eyes they filled with gentle tears
That would douse the fiercest fire
I stood there in the morning glory
As river flowed that never tires.

The birds they sang a melody
As morning sun, its rays did gleam
River lapped so peacefully
As I stood there filled with dreams
Dreams of love, and dreams of laughter
Touched my heart and made it sing
Was I in the great hereafter?
Oh such love this morn did bring

The solitude so soft and mellow
It held me in its sweet caress
There I was one happy fellow
All filled with so much tenderness
I stood there in that flowing river
Listening to the chimes of peace
I prayed unto my Lord, the giver
As I felt such sweet release

13 November 2014


Details | Haiku | |

Birds In flight

   
Smart V formation
Families going south for winter
Food for the asking 

by eve roper 10/27/2014








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Raise your head

Raise your head

Raise your head up to the sky
And praise the power above
Give her all you have, my friends
For she gives you such love
She gave you all you see before you
She gave you ears to hear
The silence of a brand new morn
The bird song sweet and clear

Raise your head, pray to the power
No bargaining with her
Thank her with sincerity
That she your heart does stir
With all the beauty that you see
All around you on this morn
Thank her for the wonder of
This morning just been born.

Raise you head, and close your eyes
And let her grace come to you
Do this every single day
It’s the best thing you can do
For you have everything you need
To fill your heart with joy
For all the love she gives to you
There’s naught can this destroy.

23 July 2014 @ 1440hrs.


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Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Shall we dance to music 
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground

Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!

Robert J. Lindley  09-29-2014

Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Swan

Upon the lakes they do swim gliding so effortlessly   
These species of graceful waterfowl the largest of anatidae family
In their beautiful pure white plumage with elegant long curved necks
Blunted beaks and big webbed feet living together by water's edge                                            
These magnificent creatures of the waters are a sign of purity and love	
Remind us of the blessings in our relationships a gift from heaven above
If all goes well in there pairing they will stay together for rest of their life’s
When they glide upon the waters of our awareness they bring us deep insight            




These birds of Mother Nature they’re exquisite and unique                   
Bearing exotic waves of beauty to our dreams as we do sleep                          
They swim around in our divine mind adding colours of delight  
Encouraging us to spread our wings and take our glorious flight
Courting occurs on rivers and lakes throughout the known world
Whilst they live on plant life tiny fish and scattered bread as well
You might see them duck their heads as they feed upon their foods
But you better beware of their aggression whilst they protect their broods     




The elegance of these myterious birds are displayed in a ballet dancer
Dancing into our emotions with their romantic artisticpower                                     
Transforming our souls with delightful moves bringing us into harmony
With a brilliant performance of balance, control and technical flexibility
The beautiful dying swan pours its heart out as death draws near            
Greeting this with an exceptional beautiful ending balladeer
Its modulated voice singing the swan-song of death so sweet
This harmonious sound can be heard as its last creative piece




The crown retain the ownership to all unmarked mute swans 
A ceremony takes place once a year and lasts for five days long
Swan upping is a tradition dated back to the twelfth century 
Markers row up and down the rivers paying tribute to the Queen
In England they’re a protected species and owned by Her Majesty
The wing spans on these wonderful birds can extent to several feet
These sacred aquatic birds male and female cobs and pens
Those little cygnets and swanlings on a swan lake that never ends




© Copyright KC.Leake
8th December 2014
All Rights Reserved


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Sometimes in June

Sometimes in June

It was a lovely June morning;
Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky,
The air was full of sweet scents,
Small groves and groups of trees,
Silence like little lambs.

It was a lovely June morning;
Day had broken,
Cold and gray,
Exceedingly cold and gray,
No sun nor hint of sun,
It was a clear day.

It was a lovely June morning;
I gazed about other creatures in solitary,
An intangible pall over the face of other creatures,
Subtle gloom that surrounded man’s life,
The joyous in the mist of other nature,
Deep thought and tearful happy,
Slowly blush the past event away.

By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.


Details | Kyrielle | |

When the night does fade

When the night does fade

I love it when the Dawn is here
When sky it turns an orange shade 
And then it turns to azure blue
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the birds wake up
Those songs they sing are heaven made
Such joy it overflows my cup
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when blooms open wide
With colours sweet of every grade
The whole world seems so deified
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the hens cry out
Because some healthy eggs are laid
When Cockatoos are all about
I love it when the night does fade

25 September 2014.


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 | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


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 | Ballade | |

This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.









Details | Lyric | |

Polly

A nobody 
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
Stalking girls
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass 
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Telling her
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Later returning
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of  her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet 
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud

5-28-2013


Details | Rhyme | |

You have it all

Written as the words poured out after I read a lady’s poem this morning on the 
soup.

You have it all

I hear it all. I read it all
All the lack of life’s contentment
The mind goes on, and on and on
Pouring out resentment
Cause this is what mind’s all about
It’s fickle and it’s dull
Mind can always cause one trouble
But never make one whole.

You’re given all you need my friend
To have heart filled with joy
All you need is self-acceptance
But your world you do destroy
By wanting what you cannot have
As you live for future days
Or the past that’s gone forever
Hey lady, Lift your gaze.

You were given everything
The day that you was born
The sun, the flowers, the birds that sing
The beauty of the dawn
 But now you’ve let your mind take over
So you live in misery
Learn to still the thoughts, my friend
And then you will be free

22 July 2014 @ 0647hrs.


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 | Ballade | |

Feelings at dusk

Feelings at dusk

I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel glad
It’s a funny kind of thing
A kind of mellow, easy feel
 Where heart does softly sing
A melody of life’s sweet bliss
As dusk, with sleepy eyes
Seeps in so very stealthily
Looking old, but wise

I sit, and sink into this dusk
As silence comes, so still!
And Sun grows weaker all the time
So low he grows on will
He goes to where he always goes
Each day when night time comes
And tells him with the song of birds
As they signal ‘day is done!’

I sit here very silently
As pen, it scrapes white sheet
And life seems filled with mystery
As sun fades in defeat
Then misty moon takes over sky
So full, and huge and bold
Another day has turned to dusk
Such a wonder to behold!


Details | Ballade | |

Morning bliss

Morning bliss

I walk along this wetland trail
All lined with twisted trees
As they join in nature’s symphony
Dancing upon the breeze
A ring necked Parrot sings his song
Some magpies warble low
As the sun shining from deep blue sky
It makes the morning glow.

The peaceful lake reflects the sun
As Ducks quack lazily
The wattle bird gives grating calls
That echo through the trees
Corella parrots screeching loudly
Do fly above my head
As I walk this bush land trail
With joy within my tread

A Kookaburra laughs out loud
In a haunting kind of way
It seems the whole world is alive
On this sunny winters day
I walk, my camera in my hand
Snapping pictures everywhere
With my feet as light as feathers
My mind with not one care.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SPRING BUTTERFLIES

Cherry blossoms declare it is Spring
Infatuation's breeze is in the air
Dormant days have burst into green
Wonder and awe are everywhere
Love is birthed in those who dare

The young boys compete for attention
And young girls give charmed sighs
Spring butterflies too many to mention
As innocence is kissed goodbye 
The birds and bees you can't deny!

Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest Name: A Spring Day in English Quintain 

4-1-14


Details | Ballade | |

Half an hour before sunrise

Half an hour before sunrise.

Half an hour before the Sunrise
That’s a time I love the best
The silence is so beautiful
And the morning feels so fresh.
That’s when the birds all start to sing
As they celebrate the day
And tell the world it is that time
The Sun is on its way.

I look out from my window
At the trees across the way
As those birds sing in them joyfully
And greet the new born day.
As the Sun peeps through those two tall trees
It’s such a wondrous sight
As it awakens in my soul 
Such strains of pure delight.

Half an hour before the sunrise
It’s a magic time of day
As all the dust of the day before
It has been swept away.
As those birds they sing so sweetly
I think they’re telling me
Wake up my child, wake up, wake up!! 
And feel life’s mystery.


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Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


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My three trees

My three trees

When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.

And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.

Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.

11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.






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Here in the garden

Haiku

Here in the garden

Here in the garden
Wagtail sings his happy song
He is so joyful.

Oh, such loveliness
How the roses smell so sweet
So many colours.

The dog is sleeping
The doves they walk up to him
He don’t seem to care

The Mulberry tree
Dances on the summer breeze
Oh, so gracefully

The Parrots feeding
Pink and grey and beautiful
Noisy birds are they.

I sit drinking tea
As the sun it smiles at all
I just bask in peace

Such a lovely day
I could sit here forever
I am mesmerized.


Details | Ballade | |

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Here on this Sabbath, I’m bewitched.
Its spring, a precious morning
The Sun shines down so tenderly
As new day is a dawning
And me, I’m standing like a statue
As that feeling’s coming on
And all around this lovely space
The air is filled with bird song

The Sun it be so velvet soft
It caresses my right cheek
And moves on down the side of me
And Lord, it feels so sweet.
As those Magpies warble cheerfully
Their magic woos my soul.
I am a tree, I am a flower
Oh, lord I feel so whole

The Elderberry tree beside me
With it’s a tender leaves of green.
Something about its clustered flowers
It does enhance this scene
I could go on forever
About those pure white flowers.
I guess that Sunday’s loveliness
It has me in its power.

Tecoma flower, flashes orange
In the Sunday morning sunlight
Its tiny leaves, oh how they sparkle
As that Sun shines down so bright.
The drone of motors on the highway
They seem to purr and say
That this Sabbath day in spring
Is such a lovely day.


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To rise up in the early morn

To rise up in the early morn.
 
Some folk think it’s crazy
To rise in the early morn
And walk beneath the starlit skies
Then welcome in the dawn
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
 And wild birds sing their songs
Oh, when I walk these wetland trails
This world to me belongs.
 
In the early morning hours
I feel such mystery
And as I walk beside the lake
My life feels oh, so free
A terrapin might cross my path
Or a lizard or a snake
Or a frog or two might catch my eye
As they wander from the lake.
 
I would not swap for anything
This life I love to live
I could not lie there in my bed
Life has too much to give
To watch the sun wake up the day
As the lake reflects it all
This be to me a miracle
A thing so beautiful.


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The earth is all a glow

The Earth is all a glow

It’s such a perfect day to day
This morning all the sky
Is painted in the darkest grey
As Cockatoos fly by
The rain begins to fall real hard
Making drum beats on my window
As sun does try to show his face
And the earth is all a glow.

And then like magic, clouds disperse
And the morn is soft and still
And all the Earth it is immersed
[Oh, how it makes me thrill]
With the suns sweet lovely tenderness
Oh what a lovely show
I love it when the sun beams down
And the earth is all a glow

Honeyeater sings his song
From a lovely Banksia tree
Some doves here in a little throng
They coo so tenderly
Green parrots perch upon a fence
And give off quite a show
I love it when the sun shines bright
And the earth is all a glow

I’m out here on the porch alone
To watch this lovely show
I sit in silence like a stone
And the earth is all a glow

14 July 2014 @ 1434hrs.


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In Pemberton

In Pemberton

I sit here in the afternoon
{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}
I hear sheep calling far away
Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!
In Pemberton where the grass grows green
And everything seems so serene

Ravens call from a bushy tree
Such a lonely kind of symphony
As sun all dressed in yellow gold
Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold
In Pemberton where the big trees grow
And all of nature seems to glow.

It’s a place all dressed in wondrous hues 
Where giant trees grow straight and true
If I had to choose, I’m telling you
It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.
There is no finer place to go
It’s a place where life just seems to flow

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens
And many others, I watch them
I rise at dawn with day begun
And walk beneath that morning sun
In Pemberton where the air’s so clear
Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring is here

Spring is here

Spring is here at last   
Wonderful   
The winter months they can be very cruel 
I don’t like that at all  
Happy birds they sing their song, they do in wondrous, sweet delight  
We have longer days, and shorter nights  
And in the spring it seems to me that every single thing is wonderful and right	  
The sun shines down as happy birds they build their nests 
The fish swim round our little pond chasing one the other they never take a rest 
Everything it seems is oh, so blessed 
Each day seems warmer than the other as sun comes shining down 
My body turns to brown 
Flowers bloom adorably just for me 
Making life
Smile so cheerfully 

17 September 2014 @ 1512hrs.

*Fives and Threes is a style by Leolark on site. 

Thus 15 lines with syllable counting 5-3-10-6-15-9-20-12-20-9-15-6-10-3-5. The line with 20 syllables depending on your text size may require two lines which is acceptable.
Rhyme and subject optional


this creates the shape of an evergreen tree if done correctly..... good luck....


Details | Etheree | |

I write spiritual



I write Spiritual

I really love to write words spiritual
Of sweet nature, and the song of joy
Lay mystery at reader’s feet
Lots of rhythm I employ
I write of birds, and trees
Always write with ease
And lovely style
To make those
Who read
Smile
Love
And read
My sweet words
About the trees
The sweet mystery
All the lovely flowers
And all the magic power
That always mesmerises me
Makes my mind go to our holy God
Whose sacred path it really must be trod

25 September 2014.


Details | Sonnet | |

Uplifting morn by the lake

 
Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


For Elly's Sonnet contest.


Details | Free verse | |

Look

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.





Details | Ballade | |

After the rain

After the rain

Velvet green with mauve and yellow
Touches blue sky overhead
I walk along this wetland trail
With fairy feathers in my tread
Green parrots in their crazy flight
Rise and fall above the trees
Who’s branches dance in splendid rhythm
As they ride upon the breeze

The ground still moist from yesterday
When the rain came falling down
It feels all kind of downy soft
And looks so very damp and brown
As sweet brown doves search for a feed
And a raven high above
Gives out a call of loneliness
In a voice brim filled with love

The lake it glimmers sheeny, shiny
As the sun upon it beams
It sings a song of sanctity
That fills my heart with lovely dreams
And whispers words of mystery
That seep into my peaceful soul
As I walk in morning silence
Letting nature make me whole.


23 Aug 2006





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.


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The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes


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)


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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!


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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 | Haiku | |

- Haiku X 30 - Simple Beauty -

 

          In the morning sun 
          When a bird flies gracefully 
          Of life's simple things






         19.08.2014
         A-L Andresen :)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soaring High

Soaring High
Looking up I spot a bird; floating in the sky just soaring way up high. Graceful with wings spread never seeming to move slowly he circles around. In the distance another calls out as joining in this dance in the sky! The two ever higher begin their decent slow and mythological. What feels like hours I watch enjoying the sight drifting downward? What beauty the two birds display as they dare soar closer with each pass.
 At last I can tell their hawks. A pair I’m sure for they fly together and call out to one another. I watch as one pauses on a tree limb looking about. The other still circling above and calls out once again. An answer comes from the beauty on the limb.
Amazed I watch the other land on the bird bath. What a sight to see as the smaller one now splashes in the bath. Clean and dry off she flies into the trees. The big hawk again into the sky higher and higher I watch him soar. Soon he’s high enough it’s difficult to tell this graceful soaring bird is the hawk from my backyard. A cry from afar and then he too disappears from my sight. 
I find myself looking up watching and waiting for soaring high I’ll see my hawks. The graceful dance in the sky I know will lead them to the bird bath along with the branch where he sits and waits. A cry will sound in the distance alerting me of their intended arrival.  My hawks will soar high circling with grace till they dare once more visit a while.
                                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


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 | 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 | Ballade | |

Oh what joy

Oh, what joy.

Oh what joy it is to sit
Amidst the lovely flowers
Hearing Wagtail sing his song
With all the lovely power
Gave him by sweet tender life
What joy it is to be
Alone here sitting in my garden
As I melt in mystery.

Oh, what joy it is to see
The dance upon the breeze
Of lovely branches painted green
As they frow from graceful trees
Oh, what joy it is to hear
At the closing of the day
The corellas flying overhead
As they go upon the way.

Oh what joy, such untold joy
It is to be with me
In the silence of my soul
What lovely mystery
As canary sings his lovely song
And day begins to die
Oh, what joy it is to be
This entity called ‘I’.

13 December 2013 @ 1420hrs.


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 | Epic | |

Song Bird

Song bird, Song Bird

take leave of flight,

Sweet new morning,

Serenade in the light...

Herald, in this bright sunlight... 

this song you sing
harmonise mornings first light...

Song bird, Song bird

you are the sky within...

...my heart receives your delicate notes,

like trinkets on gentle breeze...

Song bird, Song bird

take leave of flight,

You nurture our nature,

Song bird, Song bird,

Your morning awaits,

Song bird, Song bird,

You are the sky within...

  


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Green Parrots

Green Parrots.

It started off with one green parrot
Who’d come down for a feed
From the trays I’d started leaving them
All heaped with healthy seed.
The next day there were two of them
And the flock it grew from there
And now, it seems, those lovely birds
They just be everywhere.

Their filled with lovely colours
And there vocals be a treat
Their voices have so many tones
From screech, to song so sweet.
But Lord these guys do fight a bit
And some that come for seed
They often end up fleeing
Before they’ve filled their needs

I try to coax some other breeds
Of birds to add some colour
They can’t get past these twenty Eights
They’ll get chased off for sure
Each time they see some other bird
They’ll kick up quite a scene
And yet these pretty coloured birds
Make my day seem so serene.


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The song of the early morn

The song of the early morn.

The magpies warble tenderly
The doves they softly Coo
A Kookaburra in the trees
He laughs to the sky so blue
The fountains play a serenade
It’s the song of the early morn
Two ravens give out throaty caws
They know, twill soon be dawn.

The jasmine fills the morning air
With its wondrous pungent scent
The darkness it has gone to sleep
This morning it was meant
To mystify the willing soul
And get the heart to sing
A thousand magic shades of light
This morning, it does bring.

Geraniums of many hues
And perfume so, so sweet
They cover everything that grows
They don’t try to compete
[This be a merely human trait
To outshine everyone]
All the flowers want to do
Is strive to reach the sun.

11 November 2013 @ 1454hrs.


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An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
creativity,
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 
hop.

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
synchronously.
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
ignited.
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
meet.
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
dame.
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
dress, 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
leather.
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?


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Awaiting the rain

Awaiting the rain

The morning seems so soft and silent
Such peace is all around
The bleak grey skies, they promise ‘rain
Will come to drench the ground’
All around those wetland trees
Do twist and bend their forms
Waiting for that promised rain
Perhaps there’ll be a storm.

The birds be singing loudly now
Yet the silence never breaks
As kookaburras haunting laugh
Be heard above the lake
My feet scritch, scratch along the trail
Until I reach a fork
Then I veer off to the left of me
And down that track I walk.

Then through the gnarled and twisted trees
I see a wondrous sight
Two dozen roos they cross my path
And with such sweet delight
I watch the muscles in their thighs
So much power in each one
As I thank the lord, I walk this trail
Though the clouds do hide the sun.


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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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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.


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The Place

Do you know the place?  
   Beyond the stars where  tires fall from trees.
Do you know the place?
   The sky is blue but when it rains all you can see are the  clouds.
Do you know the place?
    Where clowns  juggle tree branches with balls.
Do you know the place?
      She picks Apple's from trees and eats them before the worms do.
There is a story once told about a bird who flew so high in the sky above the trees that 
he could touch the stars and dive so fast that he went through a tire hole,
 and landed on a clowns nose.  She missed the bird because she was too busy 
eating her apples with one worm in one apple.


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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


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The Garden

All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.

For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.

This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.


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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.


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Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


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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. 


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The power of life

The power of life

It’s so refreshing, sitting here
On the banks of Margaret river
Such a wondrous kind of feeling
My life, it does deliver
As I sit here on this patio
Letting world just seep on in
The sound of birds the breeze a singing
Oh my, what a lovely din.

So many birds here in this land
So many different songs
I sit here in this morning light
And I know that I belong
To all this wondrous stuff around me
I am it, and it is me
I know it when I hear that breeze
It’s a song of mystery.

Oh, what joy to be alive
On this lovely summer morn
Oh how wonderful to see
This new day being born
Oh, what joy to listen to
This bird song symphony
Oh what power there is in life
What power there is in me.

31 January 2014 @ 0552hrs.


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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.


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Birds and morning glory

Birds and Morning Glory

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And God, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and loose and fancy free
And seek s to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh so much potent energy
And so much lovely mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life, and so serene.


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Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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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.


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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


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Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery, such mystery
As I look to the other shore
The the river flows so peacefully
And it thrills me to the core
To see those trees in vibrant green
As they dance in the morning breeze
I cannot help but love this life
It gives to me such ease.

Oh it is such a wondrous power
That resides within the heart
Of nature, pure and simple nature
It helps me with my art
Of writing words of beauty
To please the mystic soul
I sit here watching nature
And feel it make me whole.

These lovely birds of wonder
They give me such a thrill
I love those graceful Pelicans
And I know I always will
As gracefully they ride the skies
And fly amidst the trees
As do I write these words on down
That some ones soul might please.

9 February 2014 @ 1543hrs


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My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth

My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth                    Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi

I dreamed one day, 
I was climbing a hill,
Away, far away in the Himalayan mountain 
But I was only a beginner, of climbing a snow peak
I wanted to climb to see the world, 
To feel the Sunshine
And the beauty of the glacier

Perhaps my fascination for climbing the hills, 
Was traced by my mind, who knew me more than me
It thought to fulfill my long cherished desire,
If not in actual, at least in my dream

I wanted to feel, how splendid it is
To see the world 
From a snow covered peak  
To get a bird eye view of the world
To learn more about the earth, humans and nature

In moments of those total silence and aloofness,
I found the blue wing bird, like an Angel spirit for me
My beautiful blue bird Neelkanth,*
Was my only friend and inspiration,
To complete the mission 

I was climbing the snow covered hill
Like a Mountaineering trainee,
My tools were few, but my aim was true
My only companion, in the journey of my adventures,
Was my blue wings bird 
I know from my childhood days, as my ‘Neelkanth’*

I found my blue wings bird, hovering always near me,
Like an Angel spirit, to save me from falling,
Its beauty lies, not only in its blue wing,
But the poison it stored in its purple throat ring, 
To save the world from the effects of poison

I was climbing the hill,  
And my favorite Blue wing bird, 
Was accompanying me, in those difficult moments, 
Like a true well wisher and a true companion

At one place I found that,
The snow rocks were difficult and steep
I tried a short cut, to somehow reach the top,
And then came my Angel spirit,
From somewhere suddenly, 
Giving indication to stop immediately 

I decided to go, as the spirit was indicating, 
I changed my course, as shown by the Angel spirit
Next moment I heard a sliding of the snow rock, 
The rock which I was trying to climb,
Were falling and were slipping deep in the glacier

My eyes became tearful, when I saw my Angel spirit
It had saved my life,
From being buried in the snow glacier,
For ever and for ever

After seeing my expressions of love and gratitude, 
The bird flew away from there
Leaving me inspired for many more coming moments,
To start climbing the hills again and again

Next moment I was climbing,
The hills with more vaguer, as usual
My angel bird had given me enough
To keep trying
Till I reach my goal
Or feel the Sunshine

Ravindra

Kanpur India 30th April 2010

* Neelkanth.    Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)


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The sky lark




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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.



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Lady from the hills

Lady from the hills

In a little cabin in the hills
There lived a maid of beauty
I’d place her on a pedestal
And no one would dispute me
One glance at her, and one would fall
Beneath this ladies charm
Her heart was filled with harmony
Her mode was soft and calm

Her kindness it was known by all
And folk would come and see her
For every time they caught her glow
Something within would stir
And as they trod their way back home
There feet would feel like feathers
She could even melt the heart
Of those with souls like leather.

Her hair was dark, her eyes deep blue
And every time she spoke
Her voice rang out like tinkling bells
As through the air it broke
All the birds and butterflies 
Would gather on her flowers
And wolves, and bears and wild creatures
Would melt beneath her power.

One day a man with no compassion
Who had no soul at all
Did come into her lovely garden
And he was oh, so cruel
Even she could not melt him
This man of ugliness
His heart was cold his hands were rough
He was evil, nothing less.

He tried to have his way with her
But what he did not know
Was that all the wild creatures
They loved this lady so
They came at him with such aggression
And threw him to the ground
And to this day nobody knows
Where his body can be found.

2 December 2013 @ 1136hrs.


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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.



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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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Little dove

Little Dove

Little dove upon the tree
As the day be at its end
How you look so lonely there
Like you have not a friend
You look at all that lovely seed
As day be passing by
It’s a cinch that you’ll be in that bowl
Before this day shall die.

Little dove among that seed
Head bobbing up and down
I see you as you eat your fill
What joy it seems, you’ve found
 It’s certain that you love this life
Though you wander all alone
It seems to me that seed you eat
Be the best thing you have known.

Little dove, the time is near
When you must go to bed
To harbor there in some safe tree
And rest your sleepy head
I hope this feed you have on me
Will make you brave and strong
So then tomorrow with the dawn
You can sing your morning song.


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Walking by the lake

Walking by the lake

The sun is shining tenderly
The sky is deepest blue
Green leaves dance upon the breeze
As birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace be all around
As all along this dusty trail
 Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
Young ferns they look so green and soft
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
That I have grown to love
As parrots screech in blissful joy
In those trees so high above.

The lake, it glimmers neath the sun
As ducks give out soft quacks
My footsteps grate on sand and gravel
As I stroll along the track
Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy
Form a tunnel there for me
As I walk beside lake Joondalup
And the dawn caresses me.


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Emerald green parrot

Emerald green Parrot

There’s a long tailed ring neck Parrot
We call him the Twenty eight
He comes in my back garden
With his sweet voice he creates
A lovely echo whistle
That almost sounds like bells
He comes to feed from my feed trays
Oh, how I love him well

The male bird has a bright red cere
And blue tips on his tail
He’s a lovely kind of emerald green
And never does he fail
To fill my heart with so much joy
Each day he comes to see me
To sing to me in joyful voice
His lovely melody

How can I not love nature?
When we get such lovely birds
How could I not but sit and watch
And let my heart be stirred
As I watch him fly on down
With sunshine on his sheen
I love to see him each new morn
All dressed in shining green.

21 May 2014 @ 1154hrs.


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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.


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The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


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A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 



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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.


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murmuration

Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size

It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes but mouth firmly shut
They aren’t too careful where they let things go
But the rhythmical flock will put on a great show

The opening of the Starling Royal Ballet
Is about to show its face upon sky’s stage
Binoculars ready for the spectacle of a lifetime
You can oooh and ahhh at this special showtime  

They fly towards you all grouped together
Dividing just in time in unison as one feather
They swirl and sway like dancers on ice
They pirouette like lovers entwined, to entice

Why does this bird who is so graceful a delight
Attack other birds, continually wanting to fight
Their plumage is shiny but its mind is so mean
Fight to grow up, as a fighting machine.

As you watch them you can forgive them most things
Wonder why they fly like this, but they can’t sing
Their voices aren’t good, so they can’t steal the show
They need a poor blue tit, to sing  for them now

I can watch this happening time after time
They never disappoint me, never just in a line
The mass of birds will stay fixed in my head
Amazed isn’t the right word use flabbergasted instead



Seren Roberts   dated 7 February 2013


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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.


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Melody and rain

Melody and rain

It’s morning time
And oh, what joy it is
The magpies sing a lullaby
And fill me full of bliss
Black cockatoos fly over head
And with their weeeing cries
They join in with the melody
As the morning passes by.

The sky is filled with dark grey clouds
The rain is coming soon
The morn is filled with so much drama
As I listen to the tune
Of wagtails who have joined the song
This morn is filled with joy
This happiness within my heart
There’s naught could it destroy.

And now the rain comes falling down
It’s rhythm giving me
A sense of something beautiful
 Brim filled with mystery
It’s beautiful, it’s wonderful
This wondrous morning scene
It makes my heart so feather light
So peaceful, so serene. 

22 May 2014 @ 0702hrs.


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In the country

In the country

When I’m in the country
I feel so very grand
There’s something kind of magic
That takes me by the hand
I feel just like a mystic
When I’m gazing at the sea
Or sitting on a river bank
All loose and fancy free.

When I hear the bird song
In the early morning hours
Among the Karri forests
It gives me so much power
When I’m in the wetlands
It’s a feeling just as fine
It feels like I’m an emperor
The whole wide world is mine

When the sun is smiling
In the very early morn
And I’m walking through a forest
I feel like I’m reborn
I’m all of this, I’m everything
Every river, bird, and tree
All of everything I am
I am eternity.

14 March 2014 @ 1720hrs.



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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.


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The beauty of the way

The beauty of the way



I love these early morning hours

As the magpies sing their song

This be that certain time of day

That I feel I do belong

To everything that fills this earth

It’s a very holy time

My mind all filled with harmony

I write this little rhyme.



I write of joy, I write of love

Tis in these morning hours

When all, it feels so wonderful

And the air is filled with power

Such energy I feel within

As I sit me down and write

An ode to all that’s wonderful

My mind filled with delight.



I cannot write the way I feel

No words can really say

For words be only symbols

And the beauty of the way

Outshines all that can be wrote

You have to be in me

If you want to feel the blessed beauty

In the morn that does fill me.



27 October 22013 @ 0612hrs.






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Like a Phoenix bird

Like a Phoenix bird

Like a Phoenix bird
I have rose above the fire
I live for just this moment
I have me no desire
For anything at all
I just live to be
I have left the flames behind
I am life, so fancy free.

Like a phoenix bird
I ride the skies above
All anger gone
I live, me, just for love
A love for life 
For all, and everything
Such shades of joy
Each moment does, me bring

Like a phoenix bird
The lessons have been learned
I live in harmony
I have that for which I’ve yearned
I live to be
I have rose above the fire
I am a lotus flower
That blooms above the mire.

7 June 2014 @ 0753hrs


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This beautiful life


This beautiful life

Life is beautiful
So wonderful indeed
I guess I have it all
I have everything I need
To make each moment sparkle
I need nothing more
Oh, it’s remarkable
It thrills me to the core

I wake up each day
It’s then I meditate
This always be my way
How it makes me feel so great
Then I walk the silent streets
Bear dog by my side
Life feels so very sweet
Each moment deified.

Then there comes the dawn
The birds they sound so sweet
As sun wakes up the morn
I have feathers in my feet
As I gaze at orangs skies
I feel joy within
The Kookaburra cries
The day, it does begin.

20 September 2014 @ 0745hrs




Pedro’s Octave 48

Style created by Peter Duggan on date. 15 September 2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Swan

The peaceful, humble beauty 
of a white lily drifting on reflective night
hums a sweet melody 
of contrasting light.

Trusting the darkness 
to be his throne
and the moon of loneliness
to crown his soft, unheard moan.

I watch from bushes of scorn
that mock him cruelly.
His fragile crest is pierced by the thorn
of rejection and bleeds its sorrows silently.

The rejected jewels of nature are mourning
for the king of the skies to raise his wings
but he can't see beyond remembering
and can't see past the thorn's stings.

Oh, scarred heart of grace,
spread strenght and flee with wild freedom
unto priceless solace 
away from this desolate kingdom.

Oh, jewel in creation's crown,
look not to stirred reflection
for it is mere perversion, a frown,
of the white rose of perfection.

Go now, leave behind only
a legacy of despised beauty.


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At the end of the day

Triolet

The end of day

The trees are dancing with the breeze
The birds sing out their serenade
I’m sitting here my mind at ease
The trees are dancing with the breeze
The deep blue flowers my eyes please
All this sweet beauty heaven made
The trees are dancing with the breeze
The birds sing out their serenade

The bird songs echo touches me
It makes my being, start to glow
Oh Lord, there’s so much mystery
The bird songs echo touches me
Now is a lovely space to be
I love to feel sweet natures flow
The bird songs echo touches me
It makes my being start to glow

3 December 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Let me go

              Let me go
 show me out the door with kind words
  I want you to Love me ..
  not punish by Force
 My Prison, my warden 

                 Let me go
          My choice to be Free
      Free of suppression,  of my own creativity
       let me decide for myself
               my destiny 

                Let me go
           let go of me gracefully
     I belong to myself , children and God
       Let me go , let go of me 
                 I am free 
            to choose to love and give
                 I am Free 
          from what burdens me 
                now I am Free
            


Details | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






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Magic of the wetlands

Sorry, I put this one on my wife's page by mistake.

Magic of the wetlands

Three magpies etched against the sky
Give out their warbling cries
As little clouds all soft and fluffy
Do float upon the sky
A tall tree filled with bright green Parrots
Does dance upon the breeze
As the lake so peaceful by my side
Reflects those dark green trees.

A little frog crosses my path
He's startled by me, there
As wetland trees, all gnarled and bent
Make tunnels everywhere
They line the trail, where lupins grow
And young ferns soft and green
Help to give out morning magic
All peaceful and serene.

I see the seasons come and go
Each day I walk this trail
The lake fills up, and then runs dry
As nature tells its tale 
That's the beauty of lake Joondalup
How it fills my heart with bliss
Each day I walk these wetland trails
I gain such joy from this.

8 November 2013 1935hrs.






Details | Ode | |

Ode


The juggler moves his fingers fast, 
he likes to smile and to deceive, 
when people laugh at his recast, 
his goal's higher things to achieve, 
for Bathsheba applauds and laughs.

Her hands she claps with sullen glee, 
changed him to a marionette, 
that sprawls for her obediently, 
       jinxed tragicomical duette, 
       he jumps defeating gravity.

The juggler walks on tightened rope, 
St. Bernard will protect his act, 
frail equilibrium's postponed, 
he'll pass across, crows' croaks detract, 
agleam granite pavement's below.

Unmoved he laid, (lost souls misgive) , 
the juggler sprawled did not bemoan, 
the sawbones's charlatan and thief, 
as Bathsheba failed to dethrone, 
the clown's tangential unknown grief.

© G. V. 12/23/2012, All Rights Reserved
( Iambic tetrameter form.)



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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 | Haiku | |

The Kingfisher's Stare

                                                The Kingfishers Stare

 

                                                   shy blue halcyon
                                       caught your stare under moonbeam
                                                   ripple over splash







                                                                      © Shane Cogan 2013
          


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 | Pantoum | |

The dawn, it paints the sky

Pantoum

The dawn it paints the sky

The birds sing in the morning hour
The dawn, it paints the sky so red
Mornings seems to have such power
I’d hate to watch it from my bed

The Dawn it paints the sky so red
Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I’d hate to watch it from my bed
I need to see the new day born

Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I love their sense of mystery
I need to see the new day born
The bird song gets right into me.

I love their sense of mystery
These mornings as the day comes in
The bird song gets right into me
I love the parrots with their din

These mornings as the day comes in
My heart it sings with so much joy
I love the parrots with their din
This feeling nothing could destroy

My heart it sings with so much joy
Because each morning I’m alive
This feeling nothing could destroy
On mornings beauty I do thrive.

19 November 2014


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I love it all

I love it all

I love this sense of mystery
That’s everywhere around
I love the sweetness, and the joy
That ever can be found
In this world of nature
As the birds, they sing their songs
It’s in this world of mystery
That I really do belong.

I love to watch those dancing trees
As they’re captured by the breeze
I love to walk on green, green grass
My life has so much ease
When I dance with nature
And let it take my hand
I love the wonder of each day
It feels so very grand.

I love it when the morn is born
And the sky is filled with light
I love to watch that sun come up
It’s such a wondrous sight
And every time the day does end
That silence in the air!!!
I love it all, oh, yes I do
Such joy is everywhere.

21 March 2014 @ 0630hrs.


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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.


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Black Cockatoos, and rain

Black Cockatoos, and rain.

It’s a dance,  a wondrous dance
A story of delight
A show of so much magnitude
As the sun is shining bright
The trees be dancing on the wind
As big black birds fly high
And screech unto the power of God
As the morning passes by.

These cockatoos they fly on over
Such drama in their flight
This multitude of screaming birds
They give me such delight
They land upon the Banksia trees
And start their flurried feed
Tearing branches as they go
They’re a destructive breed

As the, morning dance goes on
I’m filled with mystery
In this world where I live in
It’s such a joy to me
As crazy birds make such a din
And the rains they come again
This be the early morning song
These black birds, and the rain.

16 May 2014 @ 1012hrs.


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


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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 | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Lyric | |

The Tide of the Maelstrom

From seas of green, to darkened woe
The winds do blow the grief
In Maelstrom's tide, to havens low
We waken death from sleep

Harkened to the evening star
The evil calls the foe
Into the tide of the Maelstrom
Into the deep below 

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken
Into the whirlpool's heart 

The moon will shine from up above 
Till darkness ends the light
The moaning mist of deadened love
The sad, lost wings of flight 

Demon waters drown the glee
Of all remaining hope 
The gift to hear, the gift to see
Left us long ago

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken 
Into the whirlpool's heart 

Dark haven, cruel Raven!
Where shall you fall tonight?
The whole world is shaken
In Maelstrom's sick delight 

6/17/13
-experimenting on this verse; 
trying to make a four part 
acapella...wish me luck!!


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As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
I sit and watch the day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburra’s crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the song of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.




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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.


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Where the river meets the sea

Where the river meets the sea.

I’m camping here in Denmark
Where the river meets the sea
I’m looking cross the river
At a bent and twisted tree
I don’t know just what type it is
But I really love its beauty
It’s a piece of nature’s art.
And mesmerizes me.

It’s branches reach out everywhere
In a gnarled and twisted way
It’s the coming of the sunrise
On this soft and gentle day
And this tree it looks so splendid
As the silence calms my mind
It’s to be here in these mornings
For this I was destined.

The tree is filled with little birds
All dressed in black and white
I don’t know what they call them
But they fill me with delight
A sight without the labels
Is a better way to see
So I just sit here gazing
At these bird’s perched in the tree.

31 May 2014 @ 0725hrs.


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.




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North Carolina

North Carolina—a beautiful place of humble abode,
On summer vacations or all the year round.
Rife with history, the Wright Brothers showed,
Thanks to Kitty Hawk's sand dunes at heights quite profound,
Hosting Earth's first manned flight on wings at our coast.

Carolina Tarheels—the battle cries loud,
Across our green state, Biltmore east, towards Kill Devil Hills.
Rolling gently across cotton and tobacco fields plowed,
Over civil war lands defended with vigor and skill.
Lakes and streams they're a plenty, abundant wildlife to boast,
Identified as "Southern" south of Mason-Dixon’s own line.
North Carolina place of wonder, from mountains to coast,
Appalachian Trail hikers by the thousands lovingly opine.

So the next time you feel, the need to discover,
Visit North Carolina's splendor, with a friend, sister, or brother!


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 | 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 | Ballade | |

Mystic Marmalade

Mystic marmalade

On a holiday in Denmark
In west Australia
I’m sitting by the river
And how my heart does stir
As it rises from the water
And heads toward the sun
The mist in the early morning
As the dawn has just begun.

The river looks so peaceful
With Its blanket made of mist
There’s beauty in this magic
That I cannot resist
The sky is mystic marmalade 
As the sun it shows its face
A pelican comes floating past
All filled with wondrous grace.

The seagulls squabble on the land
It’s what they always do
As the sun it climbs much higher
On his morning so brand new
This mystic morning magic
Brings much healing to my soul
As this morn with all its splendor
Makes me feel so very whole.



Details | Lyric | |

The sensitive kind

The sensitive man

He loves he, the grass in the meadow
He loves all the flowers that grow
And loves living life with a passion
And watching the whole of the show
He loves he the sun that is shining
And the moon when it lights the dark sky
And he loves that he’s here
With a mind pure and clear
Though one day he knows he  must die.

He likes to live life in the middle
And flow like a river at ease
And all of the clouds in the heavens
Their patterns his heart do well please
As he walks him the trails in the morning
Sweet dreams going round in his head
And there be a theme worth a poem
So he goes home and writes it instead.

As all of the flowers do touch him
And the birds they do sing a new song
He sits here beneath his lounge window
And knows this is where he belongs
As he’s lost in the dance of the morning
Nothing else enters his mind
He leaves all the drama around him
For he be the sensitive kind.

4 July 2013 @ 1400hrs.


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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.


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Much more you be

Inspired by Susan Delaney's latest Poem 'Every beautiful thing'

Much more you be.

Why aren’t you smiling?
Why aren’t you dancing with delight?
Just take a look around you
See the flowers, with colors bright
The birds, the beasts, the heavens
Oh, open up your eyes!!
Let each day be so wonderful
As you watch the dawn arise

You search for reason
You live for your beliefs
Yet life is not about this
It has smiles, and it has grief
Yet all of this you be
Every tiny bit is you
Cause you, my friends be life itself
Take a look, you’ll know it’s true.

You seek life everlasting
And yet right now this be
Just look within, you’ll see all this
Seek out your mystery
You think you, be this story
You’re name and your ideals
Yet you be life, yes life itself
The only thing that’s real.

27 December 2013 @ 1030hrs.








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I give you me

I give you me

The green grass all around me
Seems so velvet soft this morning
As two wagtails whistle tunefully
As we sit amidst the Roses
Your blue eyes look so gentle
 And send your magic essence right into me.

My mystic, magic maiden
How you smile just like an angel
As the sadness in your eyes it whispers to me
That you have suffered cruelly
And because I love you truly
I know that I must treat you tenderly.

I’ll do my best, to make you happy
I’ll give you joy, I’ll give you me
I’ll give you all I have 
so very joyfully
I‘ll give you me….All of yours I be..

I’ll love you magic maiden
Till the day we be no more
You have my heart, so treat it very gently
We’ll face our lives together
Through fine and stormy weather
You’ll always have my love
I give you me.

Sept 6 2006.    


Details | Rhyme | |

This morning glory

This morning glory

The wind is blowing there, outside
As on its back the branches ride
Dancing oh, so gracefully
This morn is filled with mystery
The birds are singing loud, and clear
It’s such a wondrous song I hear
Big black clouds they fill the sky
As I sit here alone with I

As I listen to the silence hum
I know the rain it soon will come
To make its rhythm on my roof
Black raven feeds, he’s all aloof
The only bird there on the lawn
His mystery here in the dawn
Is wondrous to the seeing, eye
Black Cockatoos they ride the sky.

I sit her looking through the window
So awed I am by the wondrous flow
Of nature that now greets the morn
As brand new day is being born
Such splendor thrills me to the core
This life could never give me more
As I sit here waiting for the rain
To soak the blessed soil again

12 August 2014 @0740hrs.




Details | Rhyme | |

Going down country

Going down country.

The day has come we two are off
To the open land of trees
We’re going where it’s beautiful
So filled with mystery
We’re off to Blackwood River
To sit upon her banks
So early in the morning hours
As I give prayers of thanks

We’re just going for a short stay
But that’s enough for me
We’re off down south of country
Where all life’s mystery
Is waiting there to speak to me
And show me who I am
As I sit there by the river.
Let life overflow her dam

I will feel the whisper flowing
In those lovely hours of dawn
I will meditate each morning
 When each new day is born
As the river flows beside me
Oh yes, we’re going away
We’re off to see lord nature
 Give worship each new day.

28 August 2014 @ 1305hrs.



Details | Narrative | |

Scarlet Creature

This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in  the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve. 
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior. 
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold. 
Another win for creatures of night.


Details | Lyric | |

In this world so perfectly

In this world so perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers touch the sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
Cause he knows that dawn’s 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
And give my heart such 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 in 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.

12 March 2014 @ 1513hrs.


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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 | Ballade | |

Such a peace filled morning

Such a peace filled morning

It’s such a peace filled morning
In these very early hours
I’m sitting by the river
And the river has the power
To take me into silence
That’s the only space to be
I’m sitting gazing lazily
And this morning pleases me.

The river is so calm and still
On this very early morn
The world is kind of soothing
Cause it be the birth of dawn
Some lazy ducks they float past me
As they blend in with the river
I feel such beauty in this scene
That nature does deliver.

A flock of seagulls fill the lawn
They make no noise at all
Their pure white feathers touched by sun
They look so beautiful
The sleepy trees on the other shore
Are waiting for the sun
To shine upon their feather leaves
On this morn that’s just begun.


Details | Ballade | |

Have you felt the glory

Have you felt the glory?

Have you felt the glory?
Of being here, just being
Have you ever felt the wonder?
Of everything you’re seeing
The beauty of a rose flower
Or a lake filled with reflections
Or a singing bird perched in a tree
Have you looked at life’s perfection?

Have you felt the sweetness?
Of being, who you are
No matter what they say you be
You really are the star
Of this wondrous world you live in
There’s only one of you
You be unique, a ‘one only’
No matter what you do.

Have you felt the magic?
That brings such happiness
When you’ve searched so deep within
Got lost in the caress
Of all the beauty that you be
Have you felt the sensation?
Of living each and every day
Without no consternation.

10 March 2014 @ 1030hrs.


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 | Rhyme | |

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree
Singing your song just for me
Oh how wonderful you be
Filling me with mystery                                                                                                                                                            

You have no worries, have no care
Though danger it lies everywhere
A hawk flies over, off you flee
But soon you’re back here in this tree.

The human race could learn from you
Cause worry, worry’s, all they do
About the past, tomorrow too
They get themselves in such a stew.

Sweet little bird, I love your song
It’s in your world I do belong
With no tomorrows, just today
I always like to live this way.

15 February 2014 @ 1340hrs.









Details | Ballade | |

Looking tthrough my window

Looking through my window

I sit here in this lovely room
As Willy wagtail sings
Green parrots fly on past my window
And so much joy they bring
With their lovely whistling notes
And feathers all alive
As the morning sun peeps out
Cause the new day has arrived.

The sky is kind of grey today
Though the sun still lights the grey
I sit and look into the sky
There might be rain today
The olive trees out in the front
Are filled with morning bliss
As sun gives them a magic glow
How nice this morning is.

The flowers of so many colours
[There’s white, yellow, and blue
And red] they kind of fill my soul
And make me feel brand new
How very sweet this morning be
So filled with so much life
It fills my day with happiness
Obscuring all my strife.

3 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Dawn in Pemberton


Dawn in Pemberton

It’s dawn, down here in Pemberton
The sky be thick with clouds
There is no sign of life round here
So far from frantic crowds
And all the hustle, bustle
  And the awful city din
This forest in the morning
Only silence does it bring.

Cicadas! do they ever stop?
They serenade the air
Non stop, though birds be silent
Can’t hear them anywhere
Refreshing misty rain floats down
Caressing my cool skin
As morning peace seeps into me
And thrills me deep within.

Those Jarrah trees, that all around
Stand tall like soldier men
They echo with the first bird’s call
And the music starts again
To herald in the brand new day
 Bringing in a summers morn
In the lovely tree filled forest land
Of this place called Pemberton. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

As the daylight comes

As Daylight comes

The scented Eucalyptus tree
With Banksia by her side
Does shine beneath the fading sun
On this evening deified
As I watch the gleaming river flow
Past giant tingle trees
My mind fades into nothingness
To let the soul roam free.

This river, like a gentle dream
Creates serenity
To the ending of a perfect day
As I, Alone with me
Do venture where heart only goes
As soft green branches dance
With grace, upon the evening breeze
These surroundings to enhance.

A man below secures canoes
As small dog bold, and playful
Gives chase to ducks who waddle off
Then the evening growing cool
Brings on that silence only felt
At the ending of each day
I witness all with mind at ease
As blue skies fade to grey.


Details | Haiku | |

Wanbli

to be free again                                                                                                           no tears the land of plenty                                                                                              as the spirits soar


Details | Free verse | |

THE NIGHTINGALE'S SONG

The sun has been slain, by the sweet song's melody, of the
Nightingale, perched upon the thickets branch.
Sweetly, lyrically, whispering in it's lovers ear, I'm hear my
Passion's desire, come unto me, within thy pleasures nest.
Flights fanciful play mate, whom causes my heart to soar
Beyond the clouds divides, enchantment's mystical spell keeper,
Holding thus musical song bird, hostage by loves inspirational muse.
Let us descend together, as two angels falling from 
Heaven's grace, spiritually united creatures of the air, melting,
Intertwining, within a feathery embrace.
No harms a fowl will touch thou’s t, just listen for mine warnings
Call, and know I'm always near thee.
But love's dearest remains a loaf, shyly, coyly, beseeching,
More musical enchantment, from her ministerial of song.
So the nightingale sings, of the broken hearted lovers,
Lost to tragedies twisting of fates ill hands, never to touch,
Or join as one.
Than he sings as a hushed whisper, carried across the
Soft country side, at twilight’s stilled last hour, just before
The suns dawning is stirred, awaking the mornings rise.
She cannot resist him, anymore, the beauty has concurred,
The maiden's virtuous soul.
Oh springs lovers of devotion, feather thy nests well,
With precious strains, collected through life's weathering
Storms,


Details | Ballade | |

Australia day

Australia day


Its three PM Australia day
The day’s as hot as Hell
The budgies chirp delightfully
There’s a ringing like a bell
As the breeze kisses the wind chimes
And that sky, electric blue
It sends those sun beams crashing down
It’s damned hot! I tell you.

The world is wilting, woefully
Some plants look fit to die
That burning ball of energy
Above there in the sky
It tells the world “I’m here, I’m here!!”
As it flames with heavens power
And on the Rose shrubs in the yard
There just be dried up flowers.

It’s summer time, down under
One hundred plus degrees
I’m drinking beer and waiting, here
To feel that cooling breeze
That comes here after noon is done
To give the heat some ease
Then just a few short hours from now
The dusk might bring release




 


Details | Imagism | |

Rebirth of a Myth Creature

The fire was burning brightly
shooting hot sparks into the air
multi coloured were its flares
vibrant yellows, vivid reds 

Blues, purples and violet hues
within all the swirling smoke
a faint vision appears to view
squinting I stare into the flames

Deep in the heart of the fire
slowly, slowly unfurling its wings
a beautiful bird appears into view
gasping with awe and wonder

I watch as from the fiery heart
a Phoenix emerges into sight
rising from the ashes of the fire
reborn with all the hopes of life

It flies up and hovers in the air
so majestic and awe inspiring 
filling me with its magical beauty
as it wings away into the distance




Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




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 | Ballade | |

From darkness to light

From darkness to light

A Kookaburra, laughs out loud
In these early morning hours
Darkness, it holds back the day
It hides the dawns sweet power
And the beauty that is all around
In the flowers and the trees
Yet very soon the morn will come
And the darkness it will cease.

Some magpies warble tunefully
They know that very soon
The light will soon come seeping in
And day will hide the moon
As yellow orb, the mighty Sun
Will herald in new day
Then black cockatoo’s they fill the sky
 Big birds with noisy ways.

Then soon A Willy Wagtail sings
Green parrot joins their song
As sun peeps through the Banksia trees
And the winter night, so long
Is gone, the morning comes alive
Honey Eaters come to feed
As trees, and flowers, show themselves
And fill in me a need.

24 June 2014 @ 0650hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way 

Spring is really on its way
It’s such a lovely, lovely day
The sun it shines so very brightly 
Oh, spring, it really does delight me

The birds they flit from tree to tree
They sing there songs delightfully
They know that spring is in the air
It seems that joy is everywhere.

The fish are racing round, and round
Because some female they have found
They want to keep there kind a going
As sensuality is growing

Oh, when spring is in the air
 The whole world seems to have no care.

4 July 2014 @1040hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

The black Cockatoos

The big birds come
Those big black Cockatoos
They crowd the skies with wings outspread
So many of them too
Their piercing cries fill all the air
These beasts so powerful
They seem to rule the deep blue sky
With no trouble at all.

These truly wondrous birds
They alight upon a tree
All filled with nutty Banksia fruits
That sway in the morning breeze
Then with a lot of noise
They fight and carry on
And feed upon those Banksia nuts
Till all these fruits are gone.

Then when these guys are done
Again they fill the sky
As they fly off with their piercing cries
Till soon the noise does die
As they move off to some distant trees
Far from the sight of me
And I’m left to ponder on these birds
And all their majesty


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 | Triolet | |

Summer Days

Summer Days Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather. Summer season brings us very hot weather. There is fun and lots of sun altogether. Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part. Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Written: September.25.2014 Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo Contest: one new Triolet


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)


Details | Quatrain | |

In paradise

In Paradise

She sits within a paradise
Near fruits of orange hue
Upon a book, so gaze her eyes
Beneath the sky so blue

The birds in wonderful delight
Sing in this morning hour
Beneath the sun so softly bright
She feels life’s gentle power

Then her eyes they softly close
Her mind goes very still
This lady [ such a precious rose]
Such wonder she does feel

The birds, the flowers all around
Become a misty haze
Another paradise she’s found
Which her, it does amaze.

She feels a presence everywhere
Her heart begins to sing
As she bathes within a joy so rare
That only God can bring.

15 July 2014 @ 1020hrs.

    For Isaiah's contest 'A poem in Paradise'


Details | Rhyme | |

I need no magic

I need no magic

I was granted one days magic
By the power who rules the all
One day to wish for anything
Yet life is beautiful!!

I live in a world filled with magic
Every moment is so sweet
What more could I ever want
When all is so complete?

The sun it shines up in a sky
Though clouds might mar its view
The birds they sing a magic song
Each moment is brand new

The trees they dance upon the breeze
The flowers look so bright
Oh everything is wonderful
My life is pure delight

So I don’t need no magic
All I’ll ever need is joy
This I have a thousand fold
And naught can this destroy

22 June 2014 @ 1145hrs.

Written for Freddie Vee's contest 'one days magic,


Details | Ballade | |

The bubble deep within

The bubble deep within

Beyond the din in all of us
There’s a core of happiness
Just like a small bird in a tree
Who just let’s life’s caress
Cloak him in its sweet delight
Then flees from a bird of pray
Yet returns and sings again his song
As he celebrates the day.

We humans all have this within
Behind the foolish din
All one has to really do
Is take a look within
Behind all of life’s misery
There’s a bubble deep inside
And all it really wants to do
Is come out from where it hides.

Most they wallow in there mire
They’re choked by all those weeds
Buried in their deep desires
Drowned within their greed
So filled with wants they do not see
The sweetness of their lives
But still this bubble deep within
Is there, it still survives.

21 December 2013 @1327hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


Details | Ballad | |

INK IN THE PAPER

It brings happiness.
I am looking at the sundown, 
tied in a tree branches.

In the Garama river cruise,
we laugh and joke,
with monkeys in the trees,
and with the fireflies.

The experience with no price,
but has a great value, 
We come and go.
We meet and depart.

We listen to different stories.
Stories of bravery.
Tales of cultures.
And the beauty of the language.

The language of tongue. 
The language of self. 
But I am putting an ink to paper, 
will make the story begin.


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Emerald Crystals Glistening Under Foaming Tides

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi




Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket!

Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells!

An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!

Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!


A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!

The gentle swaying...of a love song...as a symphony...between the trees...
And the wind!

The chant of aloha...an ancient land...of love...and legend!

Flowers...as a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds!


Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing...
water-flows!

A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands...
Of the tender...billowing clouds!

Endless beauty...magnificient...to behold...a trail of legend...and lore!

White sand beaches...pitched sands...softened...by Pacific Island...swells!


A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love!

From chalked...and hued...canyons...to bluish...green...waterfalls!

Emerald crystals...glisten-ing...under...foaming...tides!

The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend!


Never...to leave...a heart of diamonds...and a...soul...to live forever!

My Hawaii...my...lover...of old...and...my children's...children...forever!



Poet's Own Notes:

Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body...
forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!"



THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



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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.











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Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


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There's a power up above

There’s a power up above

Sometimes I just feel
Like a birdie in a tree
Singing out with sweetest joy
A lovely melody
When it shines so softly
And the morn is waking up
All the love within my heart
It over flows the cup.

What is this lovely feeling?
I’ve no idea at all
All I know is when it comes
It feels so wonderful
There’s a power up above
That fills my heart and soul
When the dawn sets sky alight
It makes me feel so whole.

I’ve never had no money
I have no worldly wealth
I’m not too big on brains, and stuff
I suffer through my health
But when that sun comes shining through
At the lovely break of dawn
Something oh so powerful 
Is deep within me born.

13 May 2014 @ 0836hrs.


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.


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Such reverence

Such reverence

I have such reverence for life
I love the mystery
Of walking by a lake that glitters
Or when full moon’s floats on sea
I love to hear the song birds sing
Just around the break of dawn
And I love to feel that solitude
On those dark, dark early morns.

I love to feel that silence come
When the day has just begun
I love to see those wondrous hues
Then sight the morning sun
Then there’s that silence even deeper
As the day begins to fade
Oh when I am within this space
I’m like a new born babe.

I love to hear the thunder roar
And see the blessed sky
Fill with wild and jagged light
It makes me want to cry
And laugh, and sing, and dance a jig
As the rain from dark sky falls
Tis then I really understand
I understand it all.

23 February 2014 @ 1632hrs.








Details | Ballade | |

The big black cokatoo

Big black Cockatoos

Weeeh!, weeeh! Weeeh!
The big black birds arrive
The biggest Cockatoo’s around
So wild, and so alive
They touch my heart like poetry
As they glide high in the air
I am stunned by all their majesty
As they come from everywhere.

Thirty, forty, fifty
I count, then I lose score
They fill the sky, these big black birds
So many times before
They have flown above my head
As they come both morn and night
And fill me up with blessed awe
As I wonder at their might.

They alight upon the trees
All filled with Banksia flowers
Then tear the trees to pieces
With the force of all their power
As I wonder at these mighty birds
And feel them touch my soul
I let all their magnificence
Join the dusk to make me whole.


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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Embracing Earth


Embracing Earth

Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm

Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.

5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.

Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic'  contest


Details | Ballade | |

You should visit Perth

You should visit Perth

Have you ever been to Perth
Way down in W.A.
It’s such a wondrous place to be
I’d really have to say
We have the ocean all around
 And lovely wetland trails
If you’re ever in Australia
To visit Perth don’t fail.

Our parks are filled with Kangaroos
And every kind of birds
There’s Parrots, wading birds as well
Your hearts they will be stirred
If you take a drive to John forest
Or Yellagonga national park
Or watch the full moon on the ocean
When the daylight turns to dark.

As a city we are not too big
But we be squeaky clean
To stroll around our many shops
You’ll find a lovely scene
With buskers playing lovely tunes
Street artists everywhere
Oh, you should come and visit Perth
It’s a place so very rare.

21 May 2014 @ 1225hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

A time of pleasure

A time of pleasure.



It’s time to rise, the morn has come

A wondrous time, I’m never glum

When I hear those magpies sing

I guess I just love everything 

About these lovely morning hours

It’s time to walk and smell the flowers

With my Bear dog by my side

As each new moment’s deified.



As C moon rides the velvet skies

The Kookaburras laughing cries

They touch my heart with mystery

These morning times will always be

Of very grand signification

I wake up, filled with sweet elation

To meditate for just a while

For  this, it makes my morning smile.



I walk outside, and feel the air

Then walk the streets with nary a care

It’s a thing that gives me so much pleasure

These morning times I really treasure

For here in good old Aussie land

These morning hours so sweet and grand

They fill me up with so much power

Oh how I love these morning hours.





29 October 2013 @ 0522hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Like a Sparrow

Sits content on the ridge cap 

of your roof, tweeting, mind fleeting

is happy to find a worm, a bug

cares not for the song 

of the nightingale

just as well

you'd place him in a cage

to hear him sing

cares not for the eagles flight

you'd tame him, make him hunt

for you

he is happy to be the sparrow

as that is what he was intended to be

how sad would it be

if there were no sparrows

in the big city marketplace


We humans so get off the track of life

end up derailed, marooned, shipwrecked

but of our own accord

carry too much baggage


What do we care about destiny

so are we caught up in our own

web of consternation

that we are blind to truth


You know that the mighty king,

the hippy, the judge, the baker

and the undertaker, and my dear reader,

even you, and me

we all stem from the same cell, originally

as we were taught at R I, in primary school


Yet all that matters little, cosmically speaking

as the earth spins about itself and about the sun etc.

it does not spin for or around you nor me

but it is so indescribably beautiful

that in the reflection of a puddle

in the street

we can see the moon, the sun, our faces

cathedrals and mountains

regardless of riches or poverty.


Like a sparrow

we ought to accept

what we have

as that is most likely

how it was intended.




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I love this freedom

I love this freedom

Oh, how I love this freedom
My crutches thrown away
I’m visiting these wetland trails
Though the hips not quite okay
And hurts a bit if I walk too far
But it’s so wonderful
To feel the sweetness of the lake
Though the weather is quite cool.

The lake is filled right to the brim
The rains are here again
There’s magpies, wagtails, doves and larks
It’s like I am insane
Insane with joy to walk these trails
I need me nothing more
Than walk beside this lovely lake
It’s the place that I adore.

Two ravens fly above my head
Green parrots they alight
To have a feed on the lush green grass
The whole world seems so bright
As I walk through wet, green grass
Oh what a lovely scene
Here by this lake so beautiful
Where the world is so serene.

27 June 2014 @ 0835hrs.





Details | Ballade | |

As I sit and meditate

As I sit and meditate

It’s so early in the morning
As I sit and meditate
And look into the core of me
The feeling is real great
As I feel the silence everywhere
As the wagtail sings his song
And the fountain plays its merry tune
Though the silence is still strong.

I ask myself the question
What’s it feel like to be me?
Who am I, oh, who am I?
I ask, as I just be
The answer never seems to come
I get a glimpse, that’s all
As all the lovely mystery
Is oh, so wonderful.

With the meditation over
I sit and write a song
As my muse, she shows her face
I can feel her presence strong
When the mind is filled with silence
To write is such a breeze
The words they just flow out of me
With so much wondrous ease.

12 January 2014 @ O520hrs.


Details | Rispetto | |

Walking by the lake

Rispetto

Walking by the lake

Whilst walking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay
The sky was blue, and beautiful
There was such perfume in the air
From honeysuckle everywhere
I heard a lonely ravens call
Whilst waking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay

I felt that God did walk with me
Life was brim filled with mystery
This lake it gave me so much joy
This feeling nothing could destroy
Whilst walking by the lake today
I heart the birdsong loud and gay


19 November 2014


Details | Ballade | |

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..


Details | Ballade | |

I do believe in God

I do believe in God

It is believed by many folk
That me, I don’t believe
In God, but that’s not really true
I will not they deceive
It’s true I don’t believe at all
All those dusty sacred books
But I know there is a god
She’s everywhere I look.

I see a tree, a bird, a flower
A river, or the sea
I feel the breeze against my skin
I feel the mystery
Of all the sweetness that is life
And I don’t believe, ‘I KNOW’
For when the din is gone from me
I feel her very flow.

I see my god as feminine
Not masculine at all
For love, true love it comes from they
So very beautiful
Who love there daughters, and there sons
As only females can
And so I’ll call my god a ‘she’
God cannot be a man.

2 July 2014 @ 1220hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more


Details | Concrete | |

Elusive

Each morning as I open my eyes 
They are forced to be shadowed by bleak emotional ties 
When will the past stay where it belongs
An no longer torment  this beautiful day
When birds are singing......an leaves are falling......an hope is in the air 
Where dreams come true
And love isn't blue
Does love exist in this greedy world
It has passed my way
But has never taken hold
When will I learn that it isn't real....just a feeling I am told not something you can hold...Elusive to me.......


Details | Haiku | |

Long Flight

pulse of flight
against a pure garish sky
warm damp wings

4-25-13


Details | Ballade | |

This moment now

This moment seems so wonderful 
 Just a few short days of rain 
 Then grass that grows beneath my feet 
 Be velvet green again 
 The dry, hot days have waved ‘good bye’ 
Lord breeze be cool and fresh 
 As dancing trees that line the lake 
 They sing with happiness. 
   
 In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds 
 As the trees caress the day 
 The sound of raucous Ravens heard 
 Echo from skies so grey 
 As nature tames the wild in me 
 I walk these lakeside trails 
 With nothing reaching out to me 
 But sweet, eternal now. 
   
 So wonderful, so beautiful 
 As seasons come and go 
 The breath of nature shows the way 
 And with it’s restless glow 
 It shows me circles, only circles 
 And breathes into my soul 
 And with it’s breath of mystery 
 It makes me feel so whole.


Details | Ballade | |

The place I yearn to be

The place I yearn to be

Where the birds sing in the morning
That’s where I want to be
Where the trees are all around me
Well that’s the place for me
I’ll watch their leaves dance on the breeze
As the sun shines in the morn
As they touch this dreamy heart of mine
At the start of each new dawn

Where the lake it be a gleaming
Reflecting all the trees
As the sun paints pretty pictures
That’s where I want to be
Meditating every morning
As birds sing morning song
This be a lovely haven
It’s the place where I belong.

Walking through the wetlands
Where lizards, frogs, and snakes
Are always roaming freely
In their home beside the lake
Maybe I’ll sit there writing poems
As the kangaroos come by
This be paradise to me
It’s where I’d like to die.

13 June 2014 @ 1430hrs.






Details | Rhyme | |

Swirls of mystery

Swirls of mystery

Lovely swirls of mystery
Within my days that’s all I see
I see beauty everywhere
It’s wonderful. How much I care
When I see roses in my yard
I’m so glad that I’m a bard
I write it down because I see
Lovely swirls of mystery.

Lovely swirls of mystery
I look at life so tenderly
Drinking in the morning sunrise
How I love the deep blue skies
The birds that sing, how beautiful
I love my life. I love it all
Cause I see swirls of mystery
They’re all around delighting me

Lovely swirls of mystery
What a lucky man I be
Looking daily with new eyes
Nature kind of makes me wise
I love it when the sunset’s here
My soul it sees it all so clear
These swirls of magic mystery
They make me feel so loose and free.

6 November 2014


Details | Ballade | |

I can only speak of reverence

I can only speak of reverence



However can I tell you

The joy that’s in my soul?

How can one speak of magic

And the way one feels so whole?

In these early morning hours

As the sun begins to shine

No dirt, no grit, no ugliness

Does touch this soul of mine



I can only speak of reverence

Cause this be what I feel

I guess that I’m a happy man

And you know I always will

Worship all the wondrous things

That the early morning brings

As with the birds that wake the morn

My heart so sweetly sings



I’d speak about the mystery

And the way my heart is stirred

As the evening turns to day

But I have not the words

That justifies the way I feel

I love, love, love, love life!

I just sit here with my pen in hand

So free from every strife.



27 October 2013 @ 0630hrs.








Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Ballade | |

Misty morn in Nornalup

Misty morn in Nornalup

In Nornalup
It’s a cool old winter’s day
The mist it rises from the river
In a grand mysterious way
A grass tree nestles in the center
Of two old spindly trees
As Dawn it seems so very still
No sign of any breeze.

Across the river
The mist hides tall green trees
As dead trees they stand out like ghosts
And what my eyes do see
Is mystery, pure mystery
As all alone am I
In these early morning hours
As the night begins to die

A Pelican floats by
And in his silent form
I feel something so magical
As deep within is born
A song of life, sweet mystic life
As tears flow from my eyes
 Tears of joy, and happiness
As the morning passes by.

8 May 2014 @ 0710hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

CLOUD WINGS

I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by


Details | Romanticism | |

A Sparrow's Night

Ageless voices carried beneath swift wings,
as darkness falls upon the midnight sparrow...

Countless songs envelop her wings,
as she soars the depths of her paradise...

Boundless senses echo in the shadows,
as she glides on the waves of her ancestry...

Whistling winds drive her into endless heights,
as she drinks in the flavor of a sparrow's night...


Details | Verse | |

BITTER MOTHER NATURE

My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
___________________________________________________|
Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!


Details | ABC | |

Birds

Birds
They swoop and droop in loops,
They sing and dance to natures music,
They tweet and chirp, but never will they burp,
Birds, are birds,
And that's what they'll always be


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MY BIRDS - THEY CHIRP

I listen with my precious eyes alert
Spring now on my mind - I hear you chirp
Each new born day - the ears they chime
Another day of joy it brings - birds she sings
I wake - I breathe the morning air
I seek the beat of each note with care
And speaking out - I enjoy my tunes
Endeavoring the outside - I wander through
Life- speculating - I too see
The robins- they glow - singing to me
Still - I'm listening - with the sun beaming bright
I am astounded - chirp- chirp - chirp
Musta been you - musta been me woken today
And I sit smelling the roses with the birds flying about
They blossom in my heart - my day a new start
Today I listen - today I wake - today I see
Opportunity really surrounding thus - me
I climb the mountains - I cross the bridges
I overcome calamity - I feel the wind
On ,my face , the breeze - It never ceases to amaze me
Chirp - chirp- chirp - still musta been you awakening thee
I listen it's like music to my ears
I see spring - my breath - it overwhelms me
And my roses that I love - a gift from God up above
Enlighten me! I am this in love with the birds
Singing in my ears - shedding tunes to time
If only life would keep blessing my day
And the roses as they bloom - I really adore you
I 'm going to tell it to the whole wide world - I love you
You fly into my life - you flourish me with blossoms
I wake - I listen evermore - blessed
I am tuned - I listen - I see visions in my head
With God I wake - loving the chirp in spring instead 
And now that I found this beauty - I listen
And smell the roses in my mind- I find
That the notes I listen to they glisten
Yet too the birds bring beauty to the soul
Appreciating God's beauteous eyes on thee
No weeping sorrow - I am with glee...


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Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1


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Morning time in Greenhaven

Morning time in Greenhaven

It’s morning time in Greenhaven
I’ve been up for a while
I’ve meditated, walked the dog
And in my usual style
I’ve wrote my two poems for my lady
So now I sit and look
Out of my window, as I enjoy
The world like it’s a book

The dawn is opening up the day
There’s silence all around
It’s in these early morning hours
That peace it can be found
The trees seem filled with mystery
The birds they start their song
As me I get this sweet feeling
In this world I do belong.

It’s then I hear ‘The birds are coming’
A flock of Cockatoos
All big and black, so filled with noise
They come a passing through
It seems they own the skies, do they
In all their majesty
The dawn is here, they’re telling me
What a wondrous sight to see.

6 October 2014


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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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As I woke up

As I woke up

As I woke up this morning
The sky was scarlet red
I left my wife a dreaming
As she slumbered in her bed
The dark clouds floating in the sky
Said today there would rain
The birds were softly singing
A wonderful refrain

I took the dog out for a walk
As the breeze, it touched my skin
We walked the silent streets, did we
There weren’t no sign of din
That does come when folk awaken
As the noisy day does start
I really love these early morns
They’re a whisper in my heart

The trees they danced so lazily
On the breeze that was so mild
The parrots flew above my head
They looked so free and wild
Everything was beautiful
As the sun did light the sky
I felt a pang of loneliness
Within the ravens cry.

29 October 2014.


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Another new day does start

Another new day does start

The sun is rising up above
It’s these mornings that I love
Big yellow moon is slowly fading
You’d never, ever find me trading
These mornings, not for anything
They always make my old heart sing
Soft music playing in the background
Is mixed with soft and lovely bird sound

Corella's squabble in the trees
They’re argumentative
Black cockatoos they fly so free
Oh what I wouldn’t give 
To fly with them in the deep blue sky
Screeching with delight
They bring such happiness to me
Make my day so bright.

The olive trees light up so bright
Beneath the morning sun
I feel like dancing with delight
This morning just begun
It does these wondrous things to me
Such joy is in my heart
As I feel this wondrous mystery
Another day does start

5 November 2014


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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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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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The ducks at Nornalup

The ducks come in the morn

The morning comes, the ducks arrive
Just now there’s two of them
Yet  soon the others gather round
As they will do once again
Tomorrow, and the next day too
Until we leave this place
As I sit and watch their little antics
A smile alights my face.

So tame, these little feathered guys
They’ll let me touch them too
They remind me of the doggie kind
As they act the way they do
I feed them bread, it’s whole wheat too
And they catch it when I throw
There’s something about these handsome guys
That gives me quite a glow.

They waddle off, with food all gone
Then the daylight creeps on in
The river looks so still and dark
As the new day does begin
Then the twitter of the tiny wrens
Does fill the morning air
And soon there’s birdsong all around
And life is everywhere.


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Bluebirds

I sit and swing in my backyard,
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.
Their babes and nest they try to guard
I sit and swing in my backyard.
To stand and walk away; to hard.
Baby birds stay quiet and hide.
I sit and swing in my backyard
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
2nd


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The mystic dance

This mystic dance

They shake. They sway. They dance with glee
These limbs that grow from mother tree
As breeze she takes them on her back
She blows her leaves all down the track
As mystic river rolls along
I feel life’s power loud and strong
As I gaze up at the deep blue sky
Contentedly my heart does sigh

I won’t make bargains with the power
I watch each tree and every flower
I praise her for her tender gift
She gives my heart a lovely lift
 I thank her with my heart and soul
She made me breath, she made me whole
Gave me all this lovely splendor
 I stroll along, and I surrender

The river ripples, and it waves
As birds they sing, and my heart craves
To be within this mystic dance
This morning my heart does enhance
Each moment special just for me
As all I want to do is be
Not lonely though I’m all alone
I feel joy deep within my bones.

13 August 2014 @ 0530hrs.




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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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Willy Wagtail

Willy Wagtail

Little Willy wagtail comes a searching
So handsome in his coat of black and white
Sometimes he just sits up there a perching
And with his song he gives me such delight

Does he come to make each day much sweeter?
All I know he makes me feel completer
His song is like a whisper in my soul
That Willy Wagtail makes my world feel whole.

6 September 2014 @ 1214hrs.


Heroic Rispetto
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme. Iambic Pentameter is 10 syllables per line. It usually follows the same rhyme scheme as Rispetto which is abab ccdd


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Majestic Pelican

Majestic Pelican

Aaaah The wondrous Pelican
So big and strong, white, and grand
This bird he floats right past me here
As I sit here my head so clear
Drinking in the morning air
With life’s sweet beauty everywhere
It seems there’s so much mystery
As this Bird, he passes me.

He thrusts his bill into the river
Trying to some fish deliver
To his hungry form this morn
Just a while before the dawn
Majestic in his mystery
I gaze at him, that’s what I see
He spreads his wings and off he flies
With majesty, up to the sky.

Although he’s big, graceful he be
I watch him fly it dazzles me
He seems to flow with morning breeze
His great white form it has such ease
I sit here; let the mystery
Of beauty here, envelope me
On this lovely summer morn
Just a while before the dawn.

5 October 2014


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Birds

Blue feathers, black eyes
Squeaking calls are no surprise.
Snapped twig, wing twitch
Nimble and small as a Golden Snitch.
Hop below or soar above,
Robin, wren, jay, or dove,
Let us all give a toast
To the birds, the animals we love the most.


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Our garden

Our Garden

How wonderful my garden is
It’s not too big at all
But oh, it fills me up with bliss
It’s all so beautiful
All filled with plants of every type
And a pond brim filled with fish
Our bears sit their so clumsy, like
And feeds from silver dish.

The parrots fly in every day
To feed; they’re wonderful
Ring necks, and those pink and greys
They’re not afraid at all
They know that we will not harm them
They screech at us for food
Each one hued like feathered gems
These birds they can be rude.

As the sun comes Beaming down
The green leaves shine so bright
Their sparkle flows like golden crown
And fills me with delight
The roses, reds, and pinks, and yellows
Along the fence they grow
So nice to sit here calm, and mellow
And watch the day just flow.

24 September 2014.


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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!


Details | Free verse | |

beautiful birds 3

with her breasts unveiled
with her belly barefoot 
stepping over my cheeks,
with her flowering shoulders from arms
above the silent
and I hear my fingers...
I cue
I cue at the same time
with her perfect body
no spring did not come so.


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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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Bird Watching

I watched a fragile bird today 
painted black and white and gray
Prancing all about me 
as if to dance and play.

He hopped around the grassy grounds
in hopes of breakfast beetles 
To give him strength to fly again
in search of nesting twigs and needles.

Not being an ornithologists or bird watcher
by science or trade
I did not know the name of him
though still hear the sounds he made.

In those moments there before us 
when time stood up on end
And for a while did make me smile
and feel like me again. 

For reasons I still don't understand 
how he captured my attention...
gazing on this feathered friend
Taking me to another dimension. 

'til he struck gold right down below green  
and came up with a trinket he prized 
Of food for a day and words I can't say
Of this wonder that took to the skies.    


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Morning meditation

Morning meditation

The Corellas come, they’re flying over
Making such a raucous din
They sound just like they own the planet
As the morning does begin
I close my eyes and take a journey
To the world where dreamers go 
And feel within that deep, deep feeling
That meditators only know.

The sky outside is like black velvet
Clouds they hide the morning sky
As the white birds fly on over
I let the morning just slip by
Morning is the time for looking
At the space that I call me
It’s a really lovely journey
To this space I love to be.

Soon the busy day will be here
All the folk will gather round
I will tell them of my journey
And the solace there I’ve found
They’ll just laugh and think I’m crazy
Many people often do
But right now, I’m meditating
When morning comes, it’s what I do.

17 November 2013 @ 0524hrs.


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Moment in Time





              I watched an eagle

     its long wings curled up at the tips

        soaring high on the thermals.

             Then it was gone


Details | Free verse | |

Dance of Cranes: on Coming Home - SF


It waits on the wedge of a field
no longer lonely, another
 floats in for a landing above
 a sea of yellow flowers

Who will  forget that wonderful fuss,
the mock scolding  of an absence
now  being celebrated
The preaching  by a full range of
 vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding
against a new, and thinking sky

For Andrea's SF Contest


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The wetlands

Rick’s 32

The wetlands

The wetlands
So beautiful
They’re so grand
Lovely place to study
Can be wet and muddy
I love them
Walk there each day
All the way.
 
Full of beasts
Big Kangaroos
I love them
So strong, and handsome too
They’ll take food off of you
Those wetlands
So wonderful
They’re so cool.

Sometimes I
Might see a snake
These creatures
They love to live by lakes
Water does entice them
They scare guys
Don’t get too close
If you’re wise.

Oh so sweet
These wetland trails
When I walk
I’m living in the now
How that lake does sparkle
Such beauty
A joy to me
Wetlands be.

11 September 2014 @ 1320hrs.

Rick's 32 is form by Erich Goller in 2008 (Vienna)
8 lines 3-4-3-6-6-3-4-3 syllables
Rhyming is optional--any subject.
At least two verses--no verse limit--

ok..this is by syllable counting.. rhyme is optional... at least 2 verses...


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Spring is on its Way

Spring is on its way.

Our spring is on its way
Just over a month to go
It makes me feel so gay
It gives me such a glow
We’ve had enough cold weather
I need to feel the heat
No season I like better
Each day will be so sweet.

I really love the spring
That’s when the flowers grow
And all the birds are singing
Because these beasties know
That mating season has begun
It’s time to raise their young
Beneath the nice warm, gentle sun
As the spring air fills each lung.

Soon the T-shirts will be worn
The jumpers packed away
The velvet green grass of the lawn
It will grow greener every day
There’ll be lots of barbeques
Where we’ll eat, and drink some beer
It’s always springtime that I’ll choose
I’m glad that it draws near.

13 July 2014 @ 1100hrs.





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Goodnight show

Goodnight show

Fountains gurgle songs of laughter
As the breeze joins in the song
Then they come, those big pink parrots
They arrive in quite a throng
As silence greets the song of evening
How it echo’s in my being
The sun makes for to say goodnight
What a lovely sight I’m seeing

Green parrot drifts into the garden
He is looking kind of wary
He knows Galahs will see him off
These pink birds they can be scary
When they gang up on this parrot
Who really only wants to eat
He makes a kind of trilling note
That makes the silence very sweet.

Galahs they eat, and then depart
To the comfort of the trees
Protected from the predators
Where they will retire at ease
Green parrot knows that now he’s safe
So he heads towards seed tray
And then he too takes to the treetops
As the night farewells the day.

15 July 2014 @ 1525hrs.


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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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The Raven

The Raven

Handsome bird as black as coal
You have such piercing eyes
And too such wondrous shiny sheen
You look so very wise

Some call you messenger of God
Some say you symbolize
Death, and dark misfortune
I love your lonesome cries

I see in you magnificence
I love the look of you
A carrion eater you might be
But that’s just what you do

To me you’re filled with mystery
A mystic, magic bird, you be.

8 July 2014 @ 1352hrs.


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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 Darkness cometh

The darkness cometh.

Children talking in the background
Fountain gurgles out a tune
Sky is dark and grey and cloudy
Tonight we will not see no moon
Soon the day will turn to darkness
All is kind of silent, still
The dusk it always makes me wonder
And I guess it always will.

I will sit here for an hour
Then go in and watch the news
I love to feel the closing daytime
And maybe if I had to choose
I'd sit and wait till morning wakes up
There's something in the night time that
Fills my soul with so much wonder
I think that night time's where It's at

Here it comes, the sky grows darker
Little birds begin to sing
They say goodnight then off they wander
The darkness shadowing their wings
I think that rain will soon be coming
Maybe it will rain all night
I love my bed in cold wet winter
it's cosiness gives me delight.

19 July 2012 at 1400 hrs






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As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
To herald in day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburras crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the sounds of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.


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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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Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street


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In search of masculinity

In search of masculinity

In search of masculinity
Small minds, with big shotguns
They search the wetlands shooting ducks
They love to call this fun
In the lovely peace of our wetlands
In the early hours of morn
Our ducks they swim there peacefully
Till mayhem, it is born.

The sound of shotguns going off
They frighten all these bird
As they swim there so peacefully
The poor birds they be stirred
And fly away in blind panic
As our hero’s shoot them down
The ugliness of human beings
Oh how it makes me frown.

Not all these birds are killed out right
For many get away
And have to lie there suffering
Sometimes for many days
Maybe this is why they call
Us human beings humane!!
I think that folk who live to kill
They live their lives in vain.

16 November 2013 @ 1500hrs.


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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


Details | Ballade | |

My lake Joondalup

My lake Joondalup.

Lake Joondalup
There’s a place I like to be
So filled with every kind of tree
And birds of every shape I see
Where roos, they come right up to you
And the Parrots act so tame
I love that lake in Joondalup
I’ve always felt the same.

Oh, you should hear the volume
Of the screeches, song and chatter
The noise it nearly deafens one
Till nothing really matters
It all becomes a part of you
As it seeps into your soul
That bird din mesmerizes me
And makes me feel so whole.

One can sit there by the water’s edge
In an alcove all alone
There’s little benches everywhere
I sit here on my own
Watching all the wading birds
The Storks, the Ducks the swans
The Ibis and the White egrets
And on, and on, and on.

Lake Joondalup
It’s an addiction to my soul
When there, I am a happy man
It’s a fifty minute stroll
From my house, and It’s worth it too’
It’s a peaceful little place
Whenever I sit here by this lake
A smile lights up my face.


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A Day In The Park

We lay here together under the shadow of our favorite oak tree. Wooden arms spread high and wide above us in a seemingly protective stance, similar to that of a mother protecting her children. 

We gaze into the infinite expanse of the clear blue sky that can only be described as majestic, until or attention is caught by the stalking movements of a lone Cardinal sifting through the fallen leaves, searching for a quick meal on the outer perimeter of the canopy’s drip edge.

High in the branches of our protective mother we catch sight of the brightly colored wings of a butterfly lazily fluttering in and out of the branches and are suddenly aware of the abundant amount of insect life mindlessly buzzing around us. I turn to look at her, to catch the expression on her beautifully tanned face as she takes in all this wonder that surrounds us. 

I notice a sliver of her silken hair has fallen across her slender dark bough and lay across her delicate soft cheek. At that moment I am transfixed and suddenly aware that the total expanse of gods’ glorious creations cannot even compare to the beauty I have beside me. 

I take a deep breath and lean over to brush the hair away from her eye and kiss her softly on her lips. The soft wetness of her mouth and the taste of her breath immediately fill my senses and my pulse begins to race. Trying to control my desires and being aware of our public surroundings. 

I dare to caress the small of her back with my left hand and trace various lines up and down the full length of her torso, while gently holding her soft cheek with the other as we tenderly press our bodies close. Our lips are locked in an intimate but playful kiss, taking only but a brief moment to look into each other’s eyes, to glimpse the joy and passion that is surely emanating like fine beams of light reflecting off a perfectly cut diamond. 

Our precious time ticks by mercifully slow as we savor each minute that passes and do not dare waste a single second of this day together, knowing days will pass until our souls will reunite for another glorious day in the protective arms of our mother,  as we hold each other tight sitting on a blanket enjoying a day in the park…….
 


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Lovely Lorikeet

Lovely Lorikeet

In the silence of the dawn
The bird of many hues
He eats into a Banksia flower
And lord, I’m telling you
His colors spin my mind away
And seep into my soul
Oh such beauty there before me
It makes me feel so whole.

Cornflower blue, emerald green
And oranges and yellows
Perched there in the morning sun
He makes me feel so mellow
As the morning takes my heart away
And a symphony it plays
Oh such a joyous, wondrous sight
To welcome in my day.

A flock of them come in my garden
And perch among the leaves
Of that big old Banksia tree
Such a picture they do weave
Within this dreamers mind of mine
It makes me feel alive
For all this rich and lovely Splendour
On this my heart does thrive.


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Albatross


   albatross bathed 
   in golden rays -
   picture takes pride of place


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It's morning time

It’s morning time

It’s morning time, I feel so grand
The time of day I love the best
I really do not understand
Why this time makes me happiest

I love to wake up in the morn
It’s morning time, I feel so grand
I need to see the morning born
To get up early life demands

When birds sing I have no command
I really need to hear their song
It’s morning time, I feel so grand
Morning times I feel that I belong

When resting listening to the sea
Sitting in the soft warm sand
I love the morning mystery
It’s morning time, I feel so grand


18 November 2014















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Sincerely

Sincerely

There’s one thing I know for sure
I’ve said it many times before
When it comes to knowing, I just don’t
I’ll never say ‘I know’ I won’t!!
No me I know nothing at all
Excepting ‘life is beautiful’!!
Some great power did make it thus
And in that power I do trust.

I see the flowers, I see the trees
I feel the breeze just flowing free
I see and hear the birds that sing
And to my heart all of this brings
A smile just like the morning sun
I’m so in love with the ‘power of one’
The truth it lives within my heart
As I proclaim it with my art.

My heart is always open wide
I sit in silence, look inside
And understand what life’s about
I have no knowledge, have no doubts
It’s written in my deepest core
The truth, I cannot tell you more
For words so clumsy, cannot say
What’s in the soul, there is no way!

I write this poem from my heart
So glad that fate gave me this art
This gift of writing truthfully
I cannot lie, I cannot be
A man who says I really know
Yet deep within my heart I glow
I have within me so much joy
And this, no power could destroy

6 October 2014.


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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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How the I Ching came about

How the ‘I Ching’ came about.

Once there lived a wise old man
His name, it was Lau Tzu
This man he lived in ancient China
And what he loved to do
Was watch the birds, and all the beasts
And watch the rivers flow
He had no time for the foolish ones
Who’d say these words ‘I know!’

Folk would come from miles around
To hear this old man speak
Hanging on to every word
For they had come to seek
The secret of their lives, through him
Though he had naught to say
Except to flow just like a river
And live your life today.

One day he made to go and live
Where the forests, they grew wild
But he was stopped there at the gate
For the guards he had beguiled
They made him stop and write a book
Before they’d let him go
That’s how the ‘I Ching’ came about
A book to help folk grow.

26 December 2013 @ 1130hrs.


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The Final God

The last survivor of the human race
Depicting General
Master and genius
Night time
Food alert
Dangerous flying
Nightly heavens
Packed ditch
Troy surrenders
Zeus is more
Gandhi falls
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
General heat
To fly
For five hundred parts


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Deep Colors of Night


Your song, A Beautiful Child, touched my heart long ago, inspired to love beauty I could never hold, inspired to love beauty from afar. I am the sleepless child who grew tall enough to reach a star. You sang of feelings that remain After the Glitter Fades, and I listened to the sound. Late at night, I dreamed I was Rhiannon, visions kept to myself of a bird in flight, a night bird taken by the wind. Unforgettable songs of love and joy, sorrow and pain, wash over me like Silver Springs, Violet and Blue. The songs from your Book of Miracles lift me on a White-Winged Dove. Feelings of freedom soar in my soul. The higher I fly, the more fragile love becomes, but the heart is strong when we sing. Resilient, I find the courage to carry on, triumph over trials, leather compliments lace. Your voice rings clear like a bell in the still of night. You ask the mirror in the sky, what is love? Bolder with age, I seek to find my own answers. The Gypsy in my soul searches for more. Sometimes, I find my own reflection and a brazen heart. Sometimes, I find an innocent child, shy and unassuming. All of life is lyrics set to music. In the deep colors of night, I hear your voice. for What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Contest ***Stevie Nicks***


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Eye Gazing

I see myself in
Languid spherical repose
I watch my eyes
In your eyes
 
Gazing into the wonder of you
 
I lose myself as
Windows of jade lash brief
Casting the very glow
Of my love’s desire
 
Upon the green waters of your soul
 
Turquoise hue paints the sky
Over my shoulder in your eye
A crimson bird does fly
Soaring both deep and high
 
Into the beauty of your uncharted mind
 
The most amazing image that I’ve ever surveyed is the warm light of forever falling through the panes of us…


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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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The Last American: The Monsters Within

Who has seen the lost American where has he been hiding? I am the last American there is no use in denying who would listen to a voice of nonsense reason hidden in meaning that evades even him do not pay me any attention what I do is not a sin what they call sin I call freedom a lost angel known by many names Lucy, Judas, or fallen angel when you find him, careful for he known to be insane maybe I am not to blame my actions are of free design where they come from, I can never find that source of course is lost forever the lost Americans are at last, together


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The dawn has just begun

The dawn has just begun

It’s morning time
The dawn has just begun
I sit here looking through my window
I am the lonesome one
It seems the whole world sleeps right now
The sky turns marmalade
As sun it comes to bless the day
The darkness starts to fade.

I hear the crazy din
As corellas pass on by
All dressed in pure white feathers
There’s power in their cries
They fly on by, a flock of them
Looking grand against the clouds
They tell the world, it’s morning time
Their awakening calls so loud

Green parrots fly on down
To graze amidst the grass
The morning is serene, and sweet
Two ravens they do pass
Their lonely caws they mesmerize
And make my mind feel sweet
It’s morning time
My whole world seems complete.

31 July 2014 @ O706.


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Forget Me Not At Least For The Night

Copyright 2014 RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
"Just Another Lily White"



To Jacko and Eso...DIDST THE GRASSES...BLOOM?
THE ROSES......THE PETALS AND THE SNOW...THEY FALL......HERE!
AND.........I.........FELL...TOO!

HE............FELL TOO!
THEY LIED.........AND.........HE FELL......AND......DIED!
SUPERS NEVER DIE..............THEY ARE THE ETERNALS!
THEY LIED......AND......HE DIED!

AND.........I.........KILLED!
I.........KILLED!

THE CRYSTALINE VEINS......THEY BLED......AND THE RODS...TURNED...
A MURDEROUS...RED!
AND IF I CAN EVER RETURN..........I MIGHT......IF......I COULD!

SHE IS DEAD.....................THE CRYSTALINE MONSTER!


DO........................THE FORGET ME NOTS......HATE ME?
THE ROSES............AND THE CARNATIONS HERE......ARE CHEAP!
THE............PIIKAKE IS.........LIKE HEAVEN!

AND HE MADE LOVE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE!
AND THE TEA HE MADE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE.........A NIGHT WITH A......
WELL.........'KNIGHT?'

AND HE SAID.........FORGET ME NOT.........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!
AND I SAID................I HAVE TO GO........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!

MY HAND.........AND MY FOOT.........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!
MY SKULL........IT BROKE TOO........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!

BUT............SHE IS DEAD.........THE CRYSTALLINE MONSTER!

THE FIGHT.........WAS IMPOSSIBLE!
HE LOVED AND HE DIED!
I LOVED.........BUT I LIVE.........IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

I AM STRONGER THAN STEEL.........THAN ANYTHING!
LONELINESS AND THE FORGET ME NOTS.........WE BOTH CRY!
CRY THROUGH THE NIGHT!

THE GRASSES.........LIKE HEAVEN.........ARE SOFTER STILL...THAN LOVE!
AND I FELL.............AND I LOVED.........ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!
HE SAID HE WAS A 'PRINCE'.........BUT.........MORE LIKE A CLOWN...
REALLY!

I LOVED ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.........I FELL!
TELL THE ORANGE HAVENS.........SORRY!

THE FORGET ME NOTS.........ARE CHEAP HERE!
AND 'THEIR' LOVE IS...........CHEAP TOO!

MY CRYSTALINE BLUE EYES.........ARE SOFTER NOW!
AND HE SAID.........MY ARMS ARE THIN AND SOFT......BUT STRONG!

THEY LIKE THE DISGUISE............GUESS.........IT'S DIESEL STRONG!
HIS HANDS.........ARE SOFT.........AS THE GRASSES!
MY HANDS..........TOO STRONG.........AND LIKE STEEL.........I FELL!

AND WHEN 'YOU' GO............FORGET ME NOT?
IF ROSES ARE RED.........AND VIOLETS ARE BLUE.........THEN AM I TOO?

AND............I WILL FORGET YOU............BUT.........FORGET ME NOT?
THE BIRD OF PARADISE............AND THE 'BITCH!'


AND SO I WILL FORGET YOU...AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT?



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Winter Learning Ducks

Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes, 
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.

Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American 
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…

Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.

Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,

remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water

ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk

that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun 
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.


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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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Proud Parrot

Proud Parrot

He’s such a cocky little bird
Head held high, and chest puffed out
He struts around, my heart is stirred
There’s a kind of silence all about.

He’s green, and blue, and beautiful
Yellow ring around his throat
He don’t care that the weather’s cool
He has a lovely sheeny coat.

A crested pigeon comes to feed
But he’s not there for long
Our Parrot, he gets wild, indeed
His will so very strong

His hunger staved he sits in tree
And whistles softly just for me.

13 July 2014 @ 0336hrs.


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The hills are alive

The hills are alive

These hills are alive with mystery
As I sit here all alone and free.

It’s morning time, so beautiful
As I listen to the wild birds call.

That God is here I know for sure
Her presence fills me more and more

I hear music loud and clear
The song of nature’s always here

Among these hills that I love best
I sit here filled with happiness

25 June 2014 @ 0826hrs.

I offer this pathetic write to Scots contest, sorry mate, too short for me but done my best


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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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A Warmth I Wish Were Palpable

Intently watch, as its heart beats-
instinct seeps-
my heart perceives;
I act upon this alone-
no matter of what intellect believes.

Its destiny left up to me-
to care for it-
or set it free;
circulatory warmth takes over me.

But then a moment so magical-
simple beauty- not meant to be made practical.
Another animal, one so affable-
lengths of compassion I wish were graspable;
relief; a warmth I wish were palpable.

A bird takes upon this little one as its own,
spotting from a distance-
this baby not yet grown;
in much need of a new found home.

Sun beams-streaking west-
pressure lifted off my chest;
as I find this little one,
a bird feeder, I now create a nest-
mama bird watches over,
the little one may now lay its head to rest.


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The reason I was born

The reason I was born

I was sitting it was after noon
I didn’t know what to do
So I picked up my old guitar
And played chords, just a few
I could not play for very long
Cause me hands went numb as hell
Ever since I had that lousy op
My body don’t do too well.

My hands are numb. my poor hip hurts
I’m tired all the time
This body that I’m living in
Isn’t worth a single dime
But I won’t let it get me down
It’s still a lovely day
The birds still sing amidst the trees
In a very lovely way

So I decide to write a poem
Cause that’s just what I do
The rhymes flow smoothly from my pen
And soon I feel brand new
The body might feel down a bit
But my soul is in fine form
To write songs is my destiny
The reason I was born.

19 July 2014 @ 1652hrs.



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What, another morning song

What, another morning poem!!



On a morning such as this

I sit here feeling total bliss

Writing words, the way I do

I like to write of things brand new

And yet one thing it fills my heart

As I look into the  sacred art

Of that power in the sky

Who paint’s the sky as the night time dies.



The birds, they whistle loud and sweet

And from the seed trays they all eat

The cooing of the gentle doves

They make my heartstrings touch on love

The love I feel for this sweet morn

At the coming of the dawn

And so I write this gentle ode

A product of my soft sweet mode



I try to write of something new

But this I cannot really do

Cause all that fills this heart of mine

This pinkish tinge, like rosy wine

As the sun comes out to play

And welcomes in a brand new day

So now I’ve wrote this morning poem

I hope it sets your heart to glowing.



28 October 22013 @ 0535hrs.


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The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
 
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.


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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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Today

(Rictameter)


Today
Saw the sun rise
And a pink rose did bloom
Butterflies  outside still just play
This morning is so bright and very nice
The sun is warm but air is cool
And birds in the trees sing
Fall's almost here
Today.


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014



09.15.2014


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Birds

Birds, they fly high above the land, over
oceans, over mountains.  They venture
out to partake of the feast that God does
lay out before them!
They gather materials to build their home
though squatter they may be.  They build
love nests and they love, which is more
important than how big their house is,
or where it is.
Each morning they sing before the dawning
of the sun... as the sun rises with its
brilliant light.
Birds come in all different shapes and sizes,
each beautiful in their own way with their
own personalities and characteristics...
the same species; a variety of that same species.


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As My Eyes Devour Spring

As spring is born it bursts forth it's green,
as the living woods look so fresh and clean.
I sit by myself and I close my eyes,
listening to the birds as I breathe in a deep sigh.
The birds they sing a song just for me,
In a world so clam they sing a sweet melody.
Seeing the trees of every shape and size,
as they bask in the sun from the early morning rise.
Golden is their bark so rough and strong,
as their graceful branches are so lean and long.
Woodpeckers are pecking for their morning meal,
an inner peace God allowed me to feel.
I gaze off into the distance and spot patches of green,
a wonderous beauty of God's holy scene.
Winds blow through the pines as their needles sway,
as the whispers of nature seem to take me far away.
New growth is popping out from under last falls fallen leaves,
as the sun beams down energy to earth's plants it feeds.
Slopping country side as far as the eye can see,
as a red tail hawk flys so wild and free.
Scouring down at the sight of a new fresh meal,
as the stench of it's prey is enticed to appeal.
God provides for his creatures big or small,
he never fails to give or in need if we call.


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Snail

A slow-creeping mollusk
Belonging to family
Differing from slugs
Protective shell


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HANGING BEAUTY

Over my head,

The support less Sky,

Hanging  like the suspension bridge in China,

One from the West,

One from the East,

Two threads longing up to the Earth,

In colorful wings,

Birds,

Swing like the school children,

In between,

On another Sunday evening-

What a beauty!

What a beauty!!

 
















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Reflections of Joy

I wish I could have a flower garden of iris'
Of blooming iris flowers,
With canaries and other swooping birds
Feather to feather, to fly above,
As I sit perched,
Only distance carries my thoughts.
Below, a catacomb of surface,
Blooming an age of wisdom and growth.
We live what we learn, 
Of our heart's desire.


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Take me into the eternal Beauty

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world
Where I can sing a melody 
Adoring you my love
Where I can feel the freshness of 
Your ever refreshing breath
And can dive deep in to the charming
Beauty of your eye’s depths
Where beauty can fire me to fly
Higher and higher
And poetry can become a Moon to
Inspire and inspire

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world
Where I can sing a melody 
Adoring you my love
Where I can feel the fragrance of life
When others have lost their roads
And are gloomy and sad without Hope
Where music can fill me 
With the joy of love & eternal happiness
Where sound can bring peace 
In my mind and heart

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world 
Where my lyrics can become 
A song of the singing bird Koyal* 
Where my faith can bring a smile
On sad and gloomy faces 
Like the smile of a new born child    

Oh take me into the eternal beauty 
Of that world
Where I can sing a melody
Adoring you my love
And can get lost till I feel
The freshness of your ever refreshing breath

Ravindra

Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009




*A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.


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Forget Me Not At Least For The Night

Copyright 2014 RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
"Just Another Lily White"



To Jacko and Eso...DIDST THE GRASSES...BLOOM?
THE ROSES......THE PETALS AND THE SNOW...THEY FALL......HERE!
AND.........I.........FELL...TOO!

HE............FELL TOO!
THEY LIED.........AND.........HE FELL......AND......DIED!
SUPERS NEVER DIE..............THEY ARE THE ETERNALS!
THEY LIED......AND......HE DIED!

AND.........I.........KILLED!
I.........KILLED!

THE CRYSTALINE VEINS......THEY BLED......AND THE RODS...TURNED...
A MURDEROUS...RED!
AND IF I CAN EVER RETURN..........I MIGHT......IF......I COULD!

SHE IS DEAD.....................THE CRYSTALINE MONSTER!


DO........................THE FORGET ME NOTS......HATE ME?
THE ROSES............AND THE CARNATIONS HERE......ARE CHEAP!
THE............PIIKAKE IS.........LIKE HEAVEN!

AND HE MADE LOVE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE!
AND THE TEA HE MADE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE.........A NIGHT WITH A......
WELL.........'KNIGHT!'

AND HE SAID.........FORGET ME NOT.........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!
AND I SAID................I HAVE TO GO........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!

MY HAND.........AND MY FOOT.........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!
MY SKULL........IT BROKE TOO........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!

BUT............SHE IS DEAD.........THE CRYSTALLINE MONSTER!

THE FIGHT.........WAS IMPOSSIBLE!
HE LOVED AND HE DIED!
I LOVED.........BUT I LIVE.........IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

I AM STRONGER THAN STEEL.........THAN ANYTHING!
LONELINESS AND THE FORGET ME NOTS.........WE BOTH CRY!
CRY THROUGH THE NIGHT!

THE GRASSES.........LIKE HEAVEN.........ARE SOFTER STILL...THAN LOVE!
AND I FELL.............AND I LOVED.........ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!
HE SAID HE WAS A 'PRINCE'.........BUT.........MORE LIKE A CLOWN...
REALLY!

I LOVED ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.........I FELL!
TELL THE ORANGE HAVENS.........SORRY!

THE FORGET ME NOTS.........ARE CHEAP HERE!
AND 'THEIR' LOVE IS...........CHEAP TOO!

MY CRYSTALINE BLUE EYES.........ARE SOFTER NOW!
AND HE SAID.........MY ARMS ARE THIN AND SOFT......BUT STRONG!

THEY LIKE THE DISGUISE............GUESS.........IT'S DIESEL STRONG!
HIS HANDS.........ARE SOFT.........AS THE GRASSES!
MY HANDS..........TOO STRONG.........AND LIKE STEEL.........I FELL!

AND WHEN 'YOU' GO............FORGET ME NOT!
IF ROSES ARE RED.........AND VIOLETS ARE BLUE.........THEN I AM TOO!

AND............I WILL FORGET YOU............BUT.........FORGET ME NOT?
THE BIRD OF PARADISE............AND THE 'BITCH!'


AND SO I WILL FORGET YOU...AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!



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Spring's Fertile Bower

Petals as accordion folds swell
Flowers leap from each, bulbous shell
Soft pastels brim on hill, in dale
Of blithe spring bachanalia fortell
Bees, butterflies breathe succulent smell
To waiting nests, hives tidings braille
Around perimeter, birds twigs, grass bale
Thatching the twines to kindred scale
Under nests, in mating dances flop, flail
Masculine birds strut in bland coats of mail
Feminine birds in bright dresses chivalry hail
Lads, lasses swoon under libidinous spell
Love's sweet nectar their holy grail
From barn to field, musty odors sweet scents trail
Frothy libations stream from every, tapped well


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Have you ever heard alouette

Sound poem.

Have you ever been to a party?
Do you listen to its sounds?
The sound of children's laughter 
Ringing through the house, the sound of the meat 
sizzling on the BBQ,the thumping thud of children
Running,the chatter of parents talking,the crackle
Of dry leaves being trampled

The ding of the doorbell
As more people arrive,the crinkle and tear of presents 
being opened, the bark of the dog playing with the children,
The sound of music echoing through the halls,the chirping of birds, 
the cry of a baby.
Do you hear what I hear?

                                                                                    
  


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Jeeps

There once was a whole bunch of jeeps
There were a ton of “beep beeps”
One thought it was too loud
So he drove through the crowd
Eating a big box of Peeps


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rainbow tail

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


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Baby Bird - Haiku

     Baby Bird – Haiku

From the nest, a fall
Tumbling with few feathers down
Soft ground is a kiss


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beautiful birds 2


he recite one of his texts
something about go go go
and thought that no one can match him.
but with my thought of your nipples
I believed increasingly better
even better than him
because nobody loves them 
like me
I am the most suitable.


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Untitled

Birds know not that they can fly 
They walk through polluted air 
while speculating the ground
Breathing with no stunts
Singing poetry

Chasing dinner insects 
They worry not of those underneath 
their wings and armpits
Body spraying plastic smiles before plastic 
smiles became master mind whistles injecting plastic smiles
 
For ages in miles mankind was found living in questioned ties 
Believes that chased appetite and appearance in who convinced who?
Who’s believe is doper than who's? 
Impressed innocent birds 
school flying into a jungle 
of traps 
Trapping footsteps of time tapping bird instincts 
Times when stones painted hardcore messages 

Public protectors protected by the public over multiple times in public 
Birds devoted to pose as public vendors
Selling binoculars that see tomorrow's pro reptiles 
Reptiles tongue sucking any promised 2 second smile
flying skill
Deeper than expected heavy duty attitudes 
carried to carry on caring for 
those who care not to fly over dark clouds

Birds know not that they can fly 
They walk through polluted air 
while speculating the ground
Breathing with no stunts
Singing poetry

(c) Ray


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Edge Of Nature

            Edge Of Nature

In beautiful thick, somewhat visible fields, sun burst through
Reveals bright orange and yellow flowers in a sway
Brushed, aided by a somber breeze in sleepy peace   
                  
Black horrific elements terrorize with hurricane like forces at that moment
Raging with rain, tearing through the nearby forest, destroying the scene 
Shadows in the ominous clouds scream and curse the calm

Sweet tiny birds sporting red and green, dart through light and dark, come to 
rest
Finding clear stream water to refresh and enjoy the day
Observe remnants left over by the storm, then fly off, focused on the cool blue 

Night is the enemy, ready to kill at will, mercy sleeps oblivious
To the fierce hunger, natures passion fulfilled, predators pace, wait their turn
Death grips small animals as they slip from being into nothingness

Bunnies leap for joy in the morning dazzling day as it cracks open
Dancing on cleared carpets, stumbling past debris, rolling towards merriment  
Play like children in the golden fields, charmed by chance, just at the edge of 
nature

Change races on with the calamitous rain downward
To rocks that know how to hold their own in the deluge
All seems right with the world in this orchestrated paradise  
 


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MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

 Zealot tundra wonder  --Decked in blues of summer sky
   You never flee the cold
          But rally boldly on---
Taunt the Valiant Golden Hawk
    Whose daunting wings yearn for the sun 
        In 
    Blackest days of December

    Winter Tundra Bird
       persists
 daring frost kissed beauty
    Roving with the Ravens
         Magnificent indigo flourish
             Against Alaska White

  Jay Bird on a bender....
       Strutting the fjord.
           Blue brilliance
 Pearl kissed Head
      Cocked in splendor
        Starlit eyes   
 Flashing miracles of Mysteries

 Forward
    flitting
      to a beat hop beat
                      Cadence
 Unheard by human ears

Daring his spark of life to linger
        cold ignored
 Beat hop beat Beat
     At a time

  Swiftly shifts in
    Cruel winds grace
   a
     jay-hop
   at a time .

    Eager nimble Eager
    Searching
 For seeds of spring
  Beat hop beat
       Each
 Snow step hop Step
                      Woos closer
 His Lover’s dance of spring
      Promise of delight
        Brightens brilliant
               Snow
               Eyes

  Fresh flakes Flutter
   Fresh-snow blink Flutter
                    Blink once
     Blink-twice again
 Silhouette against winter white
  Flawless.
         Bold .

    Without a doubt--
           Blue flame of sky
                You
               dare the crouching fox
                  with every
                 blue- brash
                      hop

                   Arctic
                Cowboy
                  Sass

      Dawn breaks enchanting
          Sun-dogs circle
     Through Bare Black Trees
         Sun shrieks
             her
          Icy Claws
     to touch your Jay
       Bird head
   Beauty finds a voice
 Songs of splendor spin round the world
  on wings of venturing ravens and roving sparrows
        magnified multiplied 
       Shimmer Sun Shimmer  Sapphire Blue Shine

       Spin  Around the World

                    in Persia
   Roving Arctic swallows trill Jay praise  
  Raven Tributes rave of Arctic’s lovely creature
   proclaim him  the Prince of Beauty  Undenied

                        Jealous
    Sovereign Beauty now dethroned
             The foolish
 Prince of Peacocks
      Quakes with Rage 
       despite his 
     Heights of Glory

    Perched on a golden fence
    The Spiteful Splendid Creature
           Tumbles
       Screeching
             to his death
of
             Dirt



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Earth Gurlz R EZ NOT

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD!




Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...2-B...OR NOT! 2-B...OR NOT!
An-cient 1...SEZ...NOT...NOT...2-B...NOT!

SWE-P? WE SAY...SLE-P! WE SAY...SLE-P!

An-cient 1...SEZ...WE...R...NOT! WE...R... NOT!
OIL...TO FOIL! He sez...OIL...TO FOIL!

OIL...TO FOIL! OIL...TO FOIL! 
Earth Gurlz...2-B...2 EZ...Earth Gurlz...2-B...2EZ!

Earth Guyz...R...2EZ...Earth Guyz...R...2EZ!
Earth Gurlz...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
Earth Gurlz...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!

An-cient 1...SEZ...PLAY...NOT! He sez...PLAY...NOT!
OIL...TO FOIL! He sez...OIL...TO FOIL!

'NANAS...WE..SAY...'NANAS!
THEY...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
THEY...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
NO...WAY!...NO...WAY!
WARP...AWAY! WARP...AWAY!

DONG...KING...KONG! DONG...KING...KONG!
An-cient 1...sez...NO...WAY...NO WAY!
An-cient 1...sez...NO...WAY...NO WAY!

Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...NOT!
Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...NOT!

BAGS...'N TOYZ...BAGS...'N TOYZ?
THEY...SAY...WE PLAY! THEY...SAY..WE PLAY!

Earth Gurlz...R...2 EZ! Earth Gurlz...R...2 EZ!
Tecky and smart...THEY'RE...ALL TARTS!

BONY...'N PANTS...WE...'JUS CAN'T!'
BONY...'N PANTS...WE...'JUS CAN'T!

Tecky with parts...ALL...TIN HEARTS!
Tecky with parts...ALL...TIN HEARTS


An-cient 1...sez...WARP...TO PLAY!
An-cient 1...sez...WARP...TO PLAY!

OIL...IN CAN...WE CAN!
OIL...IN CAN...WE CAN!

OIL...TO FOIL...OIL...TO FOIL!
SCORES...IN CANS...WE CAN!!
SCORES...IN CANS...WE CAN!


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birdsong

eternal ferment
parturient symphonies
play out in real time


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beautiful birds 12

take my hands
and I'm still here
and I go into your chest
after all you have left.

and I do it just as light banishes darkness
with incomprehensible drained for fear
blooming ...
and do not know why.


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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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The Bird and Bear

There once was a bird that had lost the ability to fly,
Beneath her the dirt, where once there was sky. 
Unprotected and alone, the bird chirped a plea,
She was unable to soar and unable to flee.

Alone the bird braved the frosty breeze,
Surely with time, her feathers would freeze.
Along came a bear, which was as white as the snow.
The bird couldn’t flap- she had nowhere to go. 

He cradled the bird within his massive paws,
He thought she was beautiful and didn’t notice her flaws.
The bird felt his warmth and saw his perfection,
The bird was quite brave, not fearing dissection. 

She trusted the bear with all of her heart,
There was never a day where she’d wish them apart.
Nestled in the bears fur, there was no fright,
She had forgotten her wings lacked the ability of flight.

Although most would be astounded,
The bear taught the bird how to live and be grounded.
He helped her learn about herself, who she may be. 
And in loving the bear, the bird’s soul was set free. 


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Longing

His longing
Held him captive
To your beauty.
Your eyes 
Matched only by the cosmos
Of the night sky.
Your lips that bloomed
Like a red red rose.
Your hair silky
And soft
Like that of a petal.
Your voice greater than a mocking birds.
Without trying
You'd stole his heart
And as his vision blurred
For all who paled to you
You gave your heart to another
Whose demons
Danced with your devil.


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Balloon and Co

A rich yellow Balloon, 
happily adopted by a little man,
Balloon thinks hold my ribbon,
and I will guide you lovingly.
 Suddenly a gust of wind,
and the little man seems smaller,
an outstretched arm and a tear,
and with that, Balloon is all alone.
 A city tower stands tall,
Balloon only knows up,
reflections in the windows,
of a bald yellow face ascending. 
 Six floors up, grumpy giants,
suits pointing grumpy orders,
twenty, and an uptight woman spills coffee,
Balloon wanted to save her notes.
 Higher now, a sign reads elevater,
a secret card game on the roof,
employees on look out,
Balloon chuckles, he won't tell.
 Time stops as Balloon sets gaze on Sun,
blushes from her and an idea, lightbulb,
Balloon inhales, rises smooth to Sunset,
little man witnesses the pop.
 Skin floats gently to ant city,
little man shudders, can't bare to look,
little man bursts into tears.


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Whispers of Sweet Love, In the Stillness of the Night

Whispers of Sweet Love, In the Stillness of the Night

The glistening snowflakes fall upon the winter’s scene
Of this it seems that time moves slow upon a storms stream
Here the whispers of a singing morning dove
As she sings and coos with her heart of love
All through the falling stillness of night
To the whispers of a morning dove within flight
Hear her cooing of magic fills the air
Within the heavens song of love with sweet flair.
As the night does move along I hear whispers of a lovers call
In the stillness of the night; of snowflakes then fall
Then I see a squirrel up high in plain view sight sitting on a tree
I’m still hearing the dove singing merrily in sweet tunes happily
Hear the whispers of a morning dove
As she sings and coos a song of love
In the falling glistening snowflakes fall
As time moves on so slowly I hear the cooing of a doves call
She coo’s her song of endless whispers sweet love
To her mate hears her sweet coo’s in morning of a dove
They start singing to each other sweet songs of love
As the morning moves so slowly to the dawning of love from up above
She coo’s her song of endless whispers sweet love
To her mate hears her sweet coo’s in morning of a dove.
She coo’s her song of endless whispers sweet love,
In the stillness of the night; of snowflakes then fall
As the night does move along I hear the whispers of a lovers call
In the stillness of the night; of snowflakes then fall

In the stillness of the night, 
In the stillness of the night,
In the stillness of the night.

Written: Nov. 26, 2014
Eve


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I love it all

I love it all

The mystery of a blood red rose
The beauty of a heart that glows
A songbird singing to the day
I love it, it’s all okay

A river flowing lazily
The vastness of the mighty sea
At sunrise when life seems so gay
I love it all, it’s all okay

Green leaves dancing on the breeze
The bird’s there singing in the trees
You know I really have to say
I love it all, It’s all okay

Even when the skies are grey
I love it all, It’s all okay

21 December 2014


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where have all the bluebirds gone

Where have all the bluebirds gone?


I wonder where  all the bluebirds are
that used to  grace my tree
They were so wonderful to watch
Flying so graceful and free

I miss the nest of chirping chicks
Always hungry and being fed
I watched them grow then fly away
An event I came to dread

The woods are gone down by the road
I hear the sound of trucks and cars
I smell the air of sickly fumes
Poison gas just like in the wars

Oh for a more gentle time
A more simple life to be
When I could see the bluebirds fly
and we could both be free


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One Wish

If I had just one wish
It would be for me to
Not be a drowning fish
Alone in life's cruel sea's
My one wish would be for 
Me to be that little tiny bird
The one we all can see,
Flying up above the blue sky.
Soaring over this horrible land
Leaving my life, also called hell.

If I had just one wish 
I'd fly so high keeping my
Beak up towards that blue sky
Letting go of all my pain and hurt,
My sorrow will be gone, I let
It all die in this wind That my wings
Have created as I'm carried away
Flying peacefully toward a new
World with the brightest of sky's.


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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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The Skylark

A gusty evening,
Everyone's leaving,
With mare's tail mobbing the sky.
There treads a misled,
A lark's swelled head,
Wearing a black tie.

Encircling the clouds,
Like the diverge shrouds,
Rambling the skies in quest.
Upon stumbling a grub,
It concludes the nub,
With nourishment at behest.


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Backyard Birds 01

Long, weather-vane tail—
Brown Towhee, a Plain Jane bird,
Homebody—home here


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Chaste

Tiny little Pardolate,
meets giant golden-crowned flying fox.
He asks- "Will you fly me to heaven?"
She shows no-acquiesce....
She spreads her wings towards the chaste.....
and he runs away


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Untitled

He rests in a calm smooth envoriment
Rests his back on the soft grass
There no violence or governments here
He look to the friendly blue sky
The clouds wave and sing to him
From up high the sun shines
Into his soul and gives him a purpose
Far away from cities and tyranny
He has a artistic scenery
With a envoriment that shows mercy
Along with a meaningful purpose
To enjoy life and its adventures
What would be worse
For him to pick up and leave
If he desires to, off to a hurst he goes
His mind longer occupied with deceit
His heart is delighted
With the greetings it receives
Now he believes
He'd never leave
Eat bread and enjoy life
Fed by a precious price.




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Taking Wing

Taking Wing

Written by David 

I’m thankful everyday to have you by my side…there is no need to hide…I’m going along with the ride

I lived on the edge for too long now…
I will rise from the ashes one way or another
I can’t pretend that everything will be a sundae with a cherry on top 
No one is available to listen to me once more…

I was once a bird, taking wing and having so much fun…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

My guardian angel of light; shimmer anew with all of your perpetual might

So I sit down and pout and jot down everything that’s on my mind
Lies chased me down…this road of frustration 
And I’m falling away into the black hole of my nightmares
I believed in you and you put me down…

Caged for no apparent reason…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

I look up to you and I admire your halo, hovering around your head gaily and vibrantly…do you still abide – 

I’m shattered…and I’m in disbelief…
You disappointed me with your wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing words
I’m scared and in anguish…I need some relief
Right now… I feel like I’m in captivity, freaking out like a thousand birds…

I was once a bird, taking wing and then you shot me down with your negativity and your discouragement of plenty…but I kept on biting the bullets, so put down that gun…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

D-do you still abide in the light or are you a fallen angel who fell victim to the lusts of midnight?


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The Monster

Stranger without cause, danger made up laws. Tyrants bleed like the weak, child plead like the meek. Flames descend upon us, terror builds within. The monster’s here and we all praise his glory. The monster’s here and we all raise his name. Fire blown out the mouth of the beast. Fire sapphire fire, blades are flying people dying and the war has begun. Fire, burn me send the flames into my brain. I want to burn alive, won’t the fires take me tonight. Fire’s circle me for all eternity. They will take my life and that should make things right. Follow me tonight into the sanguine sky, I will turn back time and then I’ll end your life…

Take flight my bird into the sanguine sky, jump up and fly into the sanguine sky. Draw your dagger dear and that should make it clear. Live without fear and dream that I am near. Sapphire’s build my desire, that’s what sets me on fire. Shadows hide the monster from the Darkness…..


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The Robin


I rose this morning to the rays of the sun
Slowly i walked;i did not run.

As i pushed the patio door ajar
There was a Robin;not too far.

It's then that i heard its melancholy trill;
This my heart with joy did fill.

Smiling,flicking its nimble tail,
Over the wet and glistening shale.

Like autumn leads to winter,
And day follows night-


It is always in site;
So plumed and so bright!


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mocking bird

mocking bird, mocking bird, what a beautiful lovely chirp,
mocking bird, mocking bird, what beautiful feathers,

mocking bird, mocking bird, you have beautiful colors,
mocking bird, mocking bird, what a beautiful lovely verse,

mocking bird, mocking bird, you have a beautiful way with words,
mocking bird, mocking bird, because of you, theirs lovely weather,

mocking bird, mocking bird, you will teach I will learn,
mocking bird, mocking bird, teach me everything that you've heard,

mocking bird, mocking bird, thank you for giving me your tunes,
mocking bird, mocking bird, it'll be a privilege we both sang blues 


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Oh such sweet exhilaration

In the corner of a hillside cave
Upon a rocky outcrop laid
A crown of soothing wishes made
With sacred vows that she once gave.

And ancient prayers of whispered grace
Still waited with such patient calm
To touch our heart, to take our arm
To walk with us through misted lace.

So far away their voices told
In choral Celtic overtones
Of star cast stones and ancient bones
And memories they forever hold.

A priestess in so many ways
Of trees and streams and come to be’s
Of softly sighing rune cast seas
And most of all, of blessed days.

In glades of soft Celtic creation
A whispering tree, a fluttering bird
So many prayers there, though unheard
Yet oh such sweet exhilaration… 


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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.


Details | Sonnet | |

To Live and Love

To Live and Love

Carry me wonderous bird of beauty,
Take me away on your wings of sorrow.
Show me something more that what I can be,
Teach me of wonders that my mind should know.

The time has come to spread my wings and fly,
And too leave all the world's evils behind.
But when I look back I will never cry,
I will think of the wonders I will find.

So save me bird of beauty from this place,
And lift me up to high above the trees.
Now when I gaze uppon the worlds face,
I see the beauty of the land and seas.

And Love, though at times fickle it may seem,
Is a devine force just as pure as gold.
For one day if I wake up from this dream,
If I'm lucky I'll see true love unfold.

The Miricle we know as life is true,
To know that I will wake once more too you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Child of the Universe

A child of the Universe

As a child of universe
I’m part of everything
I am the tree’s, the flowers too
The birds that gently sing
The rivers, forests, moon, and sun
The oceans vast, and wide
I am this Universe, I am
 I am life so deified

Everything is part of me
And part of it, am I
I am you, and you are me
And I can never die
For when this shell does dissipate
The circles, they go on
The stories come, the stories go
Yet nothings really gone
 
I’m a child of the Universe
In fact I am the whole
This being who does think he’s me
He appears to play this role
Then sinks into the Universe
To have himself a rest
Then comes another story
Of fear or happiness

20 December 2014


Details | Light Poetry | |

BABY YOU HAVE IT ALL

 you are  the best
i seen yet
your tall
strong as a wall
prittey as a water fall
eyes roll like a ball
BABY YOU HAVE IT ALL


Details | Light Poetry | |

SWORD CARRIERS

Sword carriers-
Not a sword carrying flight,
Nor a hero to fight,
Than a small bird in flight,
Longer sword than body,
But no war,no scars,
No blood marring body,
The Hummingbird in cool,cool,
Flys reverse like a wheel,
Inviting long tube flowers,the birds,
Exposing their breasts,
To lick,
Nectar milk!


Details | Verse | |

The Hummingbird

The humming bird comes to the hibiscus again
 Frozen in light like a drop of rain
And sticks its sweet tongue into her red throat
 Sucking to its breast while minutes float
The silence of the nectars power
 The magic of the evening hour.

The humming bird's feathers fracture light
And from its single shade colors bright
Spill against the praise of the eye, radiate
Truth found in the simple and inviolate
Visible where invisible is stored
Beauty rinses thirst where love is poured.

The humming bird transfigured in our hope
Flits upon the sense, a symbol in scope
More vast than our national desire
To fan our wings and fracture the fire
A thing of truth from beauty grows
And beauty never without its graces glows