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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.




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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


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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.


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


Details | Ode | |

Breathe

Breathe i breathless.
Sleeping in a nightmare of unseen loveliness.
Restless in my mind and body.
Through a tunnel of devastating reckoning.


Crying sound of a wounded ostrich.
The echo of a oceanwaves demolishing sea afterlife.
My feminist touches cursed.
His enduring love of a dying poetical.
He dies in his lust of pleasure.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

From Crow Woman - The Darkstead Rhymes

He who weathers the swirling black feathers
Like a kill laid out by the skinner
One ninety-eight eyes
Across the night skies
With a story to tell the town spinner
And the Old Woman knows
It takes ninety-nine crows
To serve up a man Sunday dinner.


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 | Free verse | |

BIRD

                           O! O! O! Bird O! Bird!
                           Why quench the thirst of my enjoyment?
                           With your melodious beak-flute
                           It seems like malady to perch
                           On the rigid composure
                           Of the branch; or a dancing spectacle of leaves
                           Bending their way, hunch-backed, peering
                           Into the earth. Thus this way
                           Nutrients stream a bewilderment of trees
                           And nectarine condensation of your beak.

                          Will you sing to me?
                          Tell tales, narrate agonizing fables of yore
                          Sarcous sacks that build in moles,
                          That a atoms of being, clouded in obscurity.
                           But you Bird cannot evade
                           A temperemental quiver;
                           Plan of arrow, naughty,
                           From the bow, boys and smooth egg-stone
                           From beach- testicles of rubber bands
                           Meet and mingle with your dizzy fall
                           Then your quaint cooing
                           I would hear no more.


Details | Free verse | |

Seven Billion Reasons

Another baby born, another bushel of wheat
Another piece of land, for another family to eat

Another net is cast, another fish is caught
Another fire in the forest, another tree sought
Another bird flees, another bird gone
No home for the beast, diversity all gone

Crops in the amazon, Rivers clogged up
Flooding in cities, Seas on the up
Nature under pressure, Pollution the price
Shortage of wheat, Shortage of Rice
Temperature rising, Deserts expanding

Oil running out, the world is in doubt
War for resources, the west uses force
While the poor beg in cities
Victims of policies, Victims of atrocities

Seas that are empty, bellies that are swelled
Mankind too many, Riots a plenty
The button is pushed, and humanity is hushed

The Earth is now empty, Heaven is full
And we are seven billion reasons
For God to cry “Treason” ”Treason”

And the stars look on, silent
And galaxies die alone
And no one will know.
This place,
Where once, our babies did grow.
But time will go on
And the earth is aglow
Just as it was, seven billion years ago.

Seven billion today
Tomorrow more
What is the real figure?
For all out Nuclear War?


Details | Free verse | |

THE DUCK BLIND

Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking. Only for listening.
Out there, somewhere beyond the horizon
a silence that is not silence, calls,
& men enter the duck blind, and wait,
huddled with their cartridges & ambiguities,
disguised to themselves as hunters,
re-inventing themselves with rifle eyes
fixed on some vanishing point beyond the language
of rivers & trees, turned away from
the here & now - a tempting non-existence
accompanied by hope, which may be nothing more
than the promise of a big dinner with
lots of stuffing and gravy and no questions.


Details | Ballade | |

In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



Details | Ballad | |

The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











Details | I do not know? | |

pakshi

main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udti hu khule aasman me
jise n koi chinta, kisi ke shikar karne ki
udati rahu puri jindagi, aajad pakshi ki trah
koi n rakhe mujhe bandhi bna kar 
udati rahu, udati rahu, aajad pakshi ki trah
khane ke liye bhatku idhar -udhar
n mile mujhe khane ke liye
bhukhe pet hi so jau
kitne bhi kasht mile, has kar sah lu unhe
koi phark n pade, ab kisi kasht ka
aadat hi ho gayi ab hume
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udati hu khule aasman me


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 | |

9-1-1

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


Details | Limerick | |

Sobbin Robin

Posted on 8/20/2013
Updated 8/21/2013

Sobbin’ Robin kept hoppin’ around.
His beak in a downward frown.
First time out of the nest
Unsure of his Baby Bird Quest
His meek chirping was his only sound.

Sobbin’ Robin was too scared to fly.
So scared that he didn’t even try.
He chirped out a loud sigh
That shifted the sky
And a breeze stopped his next chirpy cry.

Unknown to Scared Sobbin’ Robin
Was that Mother Nature kept him hoppin’
When the wind caught his wings
He started to sing
And now flies with birds sans any sobbin'.


Details | Rhyme | |

In a box

Sitting in a square my knees are cramped
Prying through a hole I see the dark
I close my eyes and sprout wings of the lark
Flapping my arms  sweat coats my body damp
Enclosed in a box entrapped within my mind
I stretch my legs and wiggle my toes
I shut my mouth breathing through my nose
I burst my arms through the sides to find
My heart holding me back incline
My mind begins to speak out loud
My box drifts into a cloud
With legs I free my entwine
Push pull my spirit is through
A rush of air cools my soul
I kneel forward up I go
The world so different and new
I prune my feathers and lift my wings
Up up I fly high high high
Up up through the midnight sky
I clear my throat and sing
Free free from me in a box
I glide and than I float
Soaring deep into the dreamers boat
I lift my head to find me in a box.


Details | Ballade | |

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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The Hawk

The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
Dinnertime.
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse, who was walking
along the corroded barbwire fence,
with his sharpe and dangerous talans.

Six o'clock. Feeding time.
A lover is now gone from the world of field mice,
Just like that.
With the turn of a hand on a clock
Six o'clock.
With the rumble of a Hawk's empty stomach
now a fellow mouse is gone. Forever.

Sad, isn't it?


Details | I do not know? | |

Demise of the Frail and Assail of the Skies

The bird wanted to fly

But the wind wanted to blow

“Rest now bird”, said the wind

“You now take it down slow,

And let me flow.”

 

The bird accepted thinking it was a request,

And ignored the proud in his words,

She sat down on the branch to rest,

Keeping down her guards,

Unaware of what is next.

 

An hour passed,

But still the wind didn’t stop,

Now the pace became fast,

Now the wind gone, in place was the storm.

 

Unable to stand against it,

The bird felt helpless.

The emergence of automatic persuasion,

Left the bird in stress.

 

Her home is not the ground,

She lives in the sky,

Feeling gloomy and bound,

She doesn’t even try to fly.

 

She stays where she was,

And starts envying the wind,

The kind of power he has,

That brought down even the born free.

Flying is what she loves,

And the feeling of spreading the wings,

Something that cannot be expressed in words,

The beauty can only be felt within,

But when the storm persists on blowing,

The persuasion reminded the bird of a cage.

The feeling of being trapped,

Even turned down the sage,

Within the bird and now a panic engulfed,

Because everything was happening against her will,

And the storm and his manic laugh,

Harassing and shrill,

Dominating over the world with his power.

 

 Now there is water added,

Pouring everywhere from the sky,

So hard that the vision blurry and fade,

The bird now wants to hide.

And so she trusts the woods,

Under the leaves she takes shelter,

Hoping the safe place could,

Understand and help the helpless her.

But today even the trees are of no help,

The rain is too heavy,

No matter where she hides,

Towards her somehow it will glide.

 

A day passed but still the storm wasn’t satisfied,

He kept on blowing,

Kept dominating the little with pride,

But the bird was now over sorrowing,

So, she decided to challenge the flowing.

 

And it seemed like years had passed,

Since the bird took a flight,

Into the blue and those effects that lasted,

Of serenity, luxury and rights.

 

Now the tolerance was coming to an end,

Her loud chirping of frustration speaks,

And so she comes out of the safe place and,

Into the grey she leaps.

 

It’s like, she dares the storm,

Even though she knows it’s futile,

The proud in him confirms,

That the end could be brutal.

But the little now doesn’t care,

She just wants to fly.

 

The storm does see the bird’s hindrance,

But would not understand the heart,

He will do what he wants,

That is what he is doing from the start.

He will choose when to come,

His wish no one can predict,

When his fun will become,

A thing getting vapid,

He’ll spare the imploring planet.

 

 

The rain can be the reason of someone’s laughter,

It can also make one morose.

The torrent of pouring water,

Is also something he does.

If his will says,

It’ll be a shower of delight.

If he wants it to be the other way,

It can become an element of fright.

 

Now after going a mile,

The bird is in terror,

Still the storm being hostile,

And the bird being the bearer.

 

Though she is tired,

But hasn’t lost all hopes,

And so with eyes like angel she desired,

The thoughts of good and optimism.

But when she looked up with faith,

And saw the grey sky,

She fatigue and her pale breath,

But still she flies.

 

“Stubborn she is no less”,

Thinks the storm, and now he the outrageous,

Losing his charge on the rage,

The sky shines a red that’s vicious.

Then from somewhere a lightning bolt,

Suddenly strikes before the bird,

While she runs from the jolt,

Several others in her surround appeared.

She moves carefully,

But the storm is furious,

And he would not stop,

Until he becomes victorious.

 

Then a surprising tremor ripples,

Through her and little’s every part stops,

Down the bird with rush tumbles,

With eyes full of teardrops,

And her vision turns grey,

But did she lose the fray?

 

As the bird, hit the soil,

She remembered a life,

A life that never once gave her the turmoil,

But always love in rife.

Also a light that the bird saw,

When she first opened her eyes,

Now got vacuumed,

Leaving behind the blackness of demise.

 

The storm witnessed the whole saga,

But still he won’t remorse,

A beautiful little lay dead down,

Sometime else, again a creature would morose,

Because the nefarious never bows.


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HOW CAN A BIRD THAT WAS BORN FOR JOY SIT IN A CAGE AND SING

The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there.
The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling,
The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!

The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest,
The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond,
The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest,
Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond.

My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!
Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage
So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.


Details | Verse | |

I Will Not Fear The Darkness

Shall I pass the phantom's test?
Find solace and peace in the belly of my bed?

I will not fear the darkness
Black as ravens head
Nor the shadows that watch and wait
While I nestle in my bed

No longer fear the cold breath, winter chill
Or the whispers of death and ill will
My fears, blooming as beauty of youth
From where are their roots?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Flightless Bird Must Break

The robin that shuddered from the island of the lake,
The robin that tossed until each feather was a flake,
The robin in the wind that watched the waters awake,
Robin red-breast numb with ache.


For the rhyme-battle 2 competition


Details | Free verse | |

Timid Songbird

You caught the bird
That got away from me
So keep it safe
And hold it gently
Since its bones
Are easily broken
And though it might
Flap its wings in fear 
at first,
Stroke its feathers
And wait
And you just might
Hear it sing


Details | Lyric | |

Spectacular Day

I heard a blue jay in the distance…
Soaring through the branches gracefully
I open up the curtains…ooh…
Forgive me if I drift away
I often wish I took flight like that bird…
You give me that smile that made my day
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Tempted to do wrong…
oh how I hate those countless deceptions
Writing a new song…
oh I hate those wild, countless temptations
Waiting to belong…
trying to make this cherry-top decision
Tempted to do something quite horrid
Wanting to do something productive for once
Weeping with regret and dread
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

I heard a classical song not long ago
Forgive me if I say the wrong words
That breaks your heart
We’re both waiting to depart
From depression…ooh…
I’m persistently trying to grab a hold of myself
I’m feeling sore…my heart is bleeding out
You give me that look of suspicion
And I had to make a difficult decision
Was I to let you go?
Are you meant to stay by my side?
I feel free like birds out of the cage…
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Tempted to do wrong…
oh how I hate those countless deceptions
Writing a new song…
oh I hate those wild, countless temptations
Waiting to belong…
trying to make this cherry-top decision
Tempted to do something rather…shocking
Wanting to do something delightful for once
Weeping with happiness and lament
Sleeping without a sound…
Do I have to repent? 
I tried to sing a song, 
But my voice drowned…
In the ocean, 
I fall…
On the mountains, 
I call…
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions


Graze in your own maze…
In other words, mind your own business
You give me a death stare…an eccentric gaze
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Tempted to do wrong…
oh how I hate those cruel infections
Writing a new song…
oh I hate all that deceptive, dangerous directions 
Waiting to belong…
trying to make this cherry-top decision
Tempted to do something quite odd…
I’m about to 
Lose control…
You made my day a spectacular one…
With some exceptions

Wanting to do something productive for once
Trying to do something that will 
Kill those negative thoughts
I glance at the mirror and I fade away… 
(Ooh…oooh…ooh…)x2
I’m turning the wrong way…
Oh! Oh oh…oh oh…
It’s a spectacular day…
With some exceptions…


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I Fear Her Now

Clack Clack Clack,
I hear her footsteps loud and clear,
Clack Clack Clack,
I hear her footsteps coming near,
She's the one I have to fear.
Her lipstick is poison, her kisses nicotine. 
Her mind is a crime scene, like her visits to her victims.
She has been wronged, so here is her revenge.
Now the lock has been opened, and i see her smirk,
her eyes as blue and dangerous as an ocean with currents.
In her hand she holds a sword, it's what she uses when she is bored.
I am strong, I am weak, I see a bird with a broken beak.
Cheering me on,
Helping me out,
Chirp Chirp Chirp,
I need to get out.
But no plan has been made, the bird couldn't help, 
for this pain is too real,
and i see a light. 


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