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Details | Free verse | |

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 | 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 | |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed


Details | Ballade | |

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.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Midnight Visit

Thump and flutter, scared me at first you see.
Again a flutter, flapping, what could it be,
Then as I peered at window above me,
What did my eyes look upon, oh golly gee?
Red bird upon the screen, was it a he or a she.
No matter of fact makes any difference to thee.
I grabbed my camera quick, before it could flee.
Zooming in with the lens, capturing it free,
Flittering, now still its tail spread outwardly.
Upon the flash, the red bird flew into a tree.
I quickly pressed buttons almost every key.
Hoping, I captured the red bird frantically.
I captured this redbird upon the screen easily.
Now I had proof of my midnight visit, truly.
This night, a beautiful red bird, visited quickly.
What purpose or sign did it have any physically?
No idea, maybe just a crazy red bird’s decree,
No matter what, it is a proven, real live story.


Details | Ballade | |

Friendship

Friendship.

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

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

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

Socrares Dec 2 2003.


Details | Ballade | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


Details | Tanka | |

Gloom And Doom

Gloom and doom! What’s up?
The police locked papa up!
Why’d they take paw in?
Dad was dancing in the street,
higher than a dang hoot owl!


Details | Rhyme | |

Big cat roars

     Big Cat Roars. 

A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo’s of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die 
Oh Lord what for?????

The dark green bird with the big propeller 
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
And boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.

The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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Details | Free verse | |

The Grief of Crows

Soaring above the bushfire's flames,
astounded crows, blacker than charred
tree trunks, flap spectral wings.

Numb with loss, no caws drone out.
Wind rushes in updrafts from
the smoky heat: to rise as a vengeful spirit,
to hammer at fleeing pinions,
to witness aimless circles above coal black trees,
now absent of rough stick nests.


Suzanne Delaney


Details | Free verse | |

Freakazoid

There's a bird in my head 
and it's freaking me out
because it won't stop chirping.

All I can envision 
are plastic dolls 
smoking cigarettes in the panic room
and talking about boys
The bird keeps chirping.
I'm trying to read 
this guy's suicide note
but it's written in ransom note effect
so I'm a little confused.
The bird keeps chirping.
This paper thin world
keeps slicing my skin
with stinging swipes
from the razor rims of its paper thin sheets
The bird keeps chirping.
Blood rains in a bottomless drip
like I'm a hemophiliac 
but I'm not
or am I?
The bird keeps chirping.
I'm paralyzed 
like a tree rooted into the Earth
amidst a gust of wind
my human arms flail in hysteria
but the rest of me 
is a mannequin.
The bird keeps chirping.
The world is fuzzy
like a limb that has slipped into slumber
The bird keeps chirping.
static feedback
is all that's left
it's the only thing that remains real
and I can't see straight within the inert realm
The bird keeps chirping.
There's a vice grip 
locked around my throbbing temples
as cold as steel's surface
The bird keeps chirping.
A single click 
rose from out of nowhere
and somehow broke through the noise 
but still
The bird keeps chirping.
Death's edge
feels like it's an inch beyond my stagnant feet
The bird keeps chirping.
The world disintegrates 
as fast as a scorching hot bullet 
cutting through a cardboard target
cutting through skin
cutting through bone.
cutting through life.
The bird stops chirping.  




Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


Details | Free verse | |

Bear

Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group


Details | I do not know? | |

Flying with Words

I write for the same reason I breathe,
If I didn't I would die,
Without words to express myself,
Life is a broken winged bird that can't fly.

I write my soul down word for word,
I write things I could never say,
Without this method of expression,
I would cry every day.

I try to forget all the regret,
Or else life is mine to miss,
Without saying how I truly feel, 
Then I'll always stay like this.

So I write for the same reason I breathe,
It's so that bird can fly to the sky,
I need to rise higher and higher,
And finally stop asking why.


Details | Lyric | |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.


Details | Didactic | |

Ducks Walk

            Ducks Walk

Ducks walk
That’s what they do
It’s what they do when you‘re not there that’s scary
(Technically speaking they waddle but who cares)
Work occupies my every hour
Ducks can’t be tended to relentlessly 
When morning turns away, turns a corner on reality 
Ducks change their ways
They can’t be trusted
It starts with small things like the mail
They read it all but leave the bills
My checks went missing and then a sock
Rock formations in the kitchen said definitively
Something is wrong here and it’s not the fish
Naturally they left the dishes for my wife… to do
But absconded with my favorite watch
You know.  The one with Mickey
The waters become murkier with each crime
Ducks walk.  That’s what they do
Anyone can quack.  What’s complicated in that?
Listen.  Quack quack.  Was that so hard?
And I don’t even have a bill
Hey!  What happened to my car?


Details | Free verse | |

When I'm 30 or 40 or 50

I planted a branch
of a willow tree
Then buried a bird in a
coffee can 
under my tree to be


I shot the bird dead
in the head
w/ my gun
I think I was 10
I hated me then
and again . . .

When I’m 30 or 40 or 50.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Flighty Bird

There are times I feel
I’m like a small flighty bird
Endlessly and powerfully drawn by the wind
To the sky
The clouds
The sun and moon and sea and world
The colors I wear and the words I sing often attract the interest of humans
Approaching clumsily hands outstretched
They interest me
My head cocks from side to side
Studying
I sing and draw them, tease them, intrigue them
It’s a game I play
But the instant they take one step too many, compromising my space, threatening my freedom
I’m gone
Back to the peaceful independence of the lonely sky 
Tied to nothing and no one
But one came singing a song of his own
A song that harmonized perfectly with mine
He approached slowly, sweetly, thoughtfully
And I listened and watched
Felt
Took the slightest of hops toward him
Impulsively 
Timidly
Longingly 
Captivated
Nearly within arms reach
Nearly surrendering 
Too close, I fled
For if I were to become a caged bird
I fear I would cease to sing


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

In My Life - Quit Whistling the Blues, You Mockingbird

I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness Stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with your might your marvelous tunes of accord and faithfulness! I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.9: My heart bled with grief from the inside When I saw you, grief-stricken by the death of your friend My heart beats for you alone – you were always by my side Be sad and distressed no more – I will love you, even in the end My heart beat’s beating for you – you are such a thrill My heart aches for your love My heart thumps with victory and marvel I’m mesmerized by the mere sight of you – you’re as gracious and elegant as an angel above *chorus* I won’t give credit to myself for saving you from the flames of abominable, taunting fate – I want to say that I’ve unchained you from the death’s snare But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal the truth of what I feel for you deep inside In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary cave In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave I was caved in by the cravings of my heart The darkness once ripped me apart But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad past Fear doesn’t exist here Get a grip on the rope of hope All anxieties are gone We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great, delight-illuminated dawn I’ll love you until my life is no more I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.10: We welcome the dawn with open arms – it will do you no harm Greet all positive, good news with happiness You are my lucky charms, my love – your hands are so, so warm Stop singing the blues…stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with pure gladness Quit making us quarrel with madness!


Details | Free verse | |

Turkey Duck And Junior

            Turkey Duck And Junior

Some days like Sundays, turkeys are not too smart
They don’t go to church or drive cars or sing opera
One Sunday a turkey mated with a duck
The duck became confused for some odd reason
In its own language and vernacular it stated
Get off of me you simple; something that rhymed with duck
The turkey did not comply
It did continue in its sinful mission without permission
Later on an egg popped out of one of them
Neither one owned up
The shell cracked open suddenly and then
It did not quack.  It did not gobble
After looking in a mirror the thing stated succinctly
Please return me to my shell immediately
I promise not to tell what you idiots have done to me
The turkey spun in circles counter clockwise
The duck swam backwards in the pond
Neither one responded responsibly 
Junior found a shot gun and some shells
It shouted, I don’t know who you bird brains are
But if you are mom and dad you better marry
Or learn how to turkey up or duck   
I know how to use this weaponry
To solve matters of illegitimacy 


Details | Rhyme | |

Chilling Breeze

as the chilling breeze blows across my face
i imagine i'm in another place

a place so sweet i wanna cry
a place where no flower shall ever die

i spot a bird as it spreads its wings
as it takes off, it sings

i watch the bird fly high 
and suddenly fall to the ground beneath the sky

i watch the bird breathe its last breath
as it chokes until its death

i touch the bird and shout why
as i slowly begin to cry

i imagine i'm in another place
as the chilling breeze blows across my face


Details | Free verse | |

Rebellious Wind

I've been tugged at
by rebellious wind today
it whispered political things
I couldn't grasp
pushing me over cliffs
then helping me to fly!

A bird went to hide
off in the protected zone
but my presence scared him
into the light
he was white
with a yellow streak
down his back
glistening in the sun
feathers ruffled
for sure.

That wind!
It tugged at my heart
almost toppling me over
though I am sure footed.

The bird was sure footed also
though maybe too nervous to fly.

I longed to see its wings.

Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


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The Sandpiper

The sandpiper seemed innocent enough,
as it trailed the water’s edge.
She followed, keeping her distance.

It was a beautiful day in April,
when the unspeakable happened.
A warm sun and gentle breeze
comforted her busy mind. 

Patiently, she followed the bird,
feeling the mixture of sand, pebbles, 
and broken shells beneath her feet.

As a flock of seagulls lifted in flight,
Her eyes returned to the sandpiper.
It had stopped, so she did the same.

She noticed that the bird had frozen in mid-step.
How cute, she thought.
Then a strange feeling passed over her. 
A deep, mindless fear crept into her mind.

She slowly turned her head, 
her eyes leaving the sandpiper
and looking back up the beach.

She immediately noticed
people frozen in place.

EVERYTHING WAS FROZEN
EXCEPT HER

Two men and a woman behind her
frozen in time, arms in mid-stride, mouths open,
as if forever in speech, eyes staring into nothing.

She looked back to the sandpiper.
She felt compelled to walk toward it.
Standing, looking down at the lifeless form,
she reached and picked it up.

The feathers were soft,
but, the bird felt hard and solid. 
Turning it over, her long nail
clicked on the metal patch beneath.

She turned quickly and faced the figures behind her.
She threw the fake sandpiper at the woman,
it clanged off her still head.

She turned and ran, tears flowing from her eyes.
She began to scream.
At that moment, a dark shadow appeared over the beach.


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Where is she?

He was searching her,
In his mind and dreams, 
On the road or a bus stop,
And in a shopping complex,
He told to everyone in his family,
And convey a message to every friend.

He went to the beach,
Touched the sea and asked for her,
You are so powerful,
Nobody can arrest you,
You are a cause of my life,
May you tell me where is she?

Sun was arising in the east,
When golden rays touched his body,
He stood up straight and asked him,
Oh sun, nobody can fade your glimmering,
You shine every where in every direction,
May you tell me where is she?

Air was blowing whistle, 
When she was passing away,
To touched his body, he asked,
Oh air, you wander in all directions,
You touch everyone’s mind and soul,
May I ask you where is she?

A bird came and starts singing,
He heard a song of love,
He came to him and asked,
Oh bird, do you know my heart’s pain?
I fall in Love I don’t know where is she?
Write a message, I will find her, a bird said.