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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Chicken Cot UFO

Chicken Cot UFO

It crossed the gloaming skies above the roofs,
in awe we followed then, its jazzy course;
mysterious would be the incensed spoofs
this ireful ship, upon us, would enforce.

Hmm..
..We said! Abominable was the ship
that traced its gaudy eights in air with hum;
predestined to avenge our ego trip,
atrocious poulets, would not succumb.

The chicken soldiers were a frightful troop
in pink-pistachio uniforms with spots,
that insolent, bombarded us with moop,
to hit our heads that were devoid of thoughts.

In order to placate the chicken troop,
some started to recite their verse to skies;
confronting that attacking chicken group,
- bird poems they opposed to battle cries.

The angry war-birds listened to the verse,
that was composed by stunned, exposed confreres,
their cackle was bemocking and adverse,
- upon their heads they wore rouge voluperes.

This myth reflected what would happen if
extraterrestrial cots invaded Earth,
relentless chicken-birds in martial tiff
would moop upon some artists of top worth.

© 12/11/2013, G. Venetopoulos

moop = Matter Out Of Place


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The birds

The birds! The birds!

Uncountable the subject pronoun words
give tongue to humbleness, henceforth to speak;
contributing to poetry for birds,
our inspiration nested on their beak!

He's watching leaping sparrows eating bread,
while on his terrace sips green Ceylon chai;
it seems to him that poetry has fled,
and gone with the banditos, bidding "byee".

Alas! The birds have taught us all we know,
encyclopedic, scientific, art...
Cause he would not be 'mong ya apropos,
if poetry was meant to be more smart:

{ Thy Tristan I shall be, divine Izolde;
thus, like a bird of valor, debonair,
I'll fly to thee, because I have been told,
that someday I'll become a billionaire.

Among the birds, oh maid, I picture thee
abducted by banditos (or eloped?)
thus I, compose my poetry to be
reminder of the corns that have not popped.

And thus, envisioning, thy magic curves,
I'll be a triumphant filibustier,
my self-igniting foolish verse, and oeuvres,
will reach (oh, dolly bird) thy round derriere.

And then, if not for other, thus, demand,
my manuscripts will serve a strident cause,
vociferous upon the meadowland,
by the banditos will receive applause. }
 
© 02-18-2014, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)
G.V.


Details | Couplet | |

A Lullaby Poem for PD

(sing to tune of Hush Little Baby)

Hush, little PD, don't say a word.
Nathan's gonna buy you a mocking bird.

If that bird makes fun of you....
that's what that bird is supposed to do!

Take that bird and trade it in.
Buy yourself a coat made of leopard skin.

Take great care to not go out
anywhere that PETA might be about.

You could get hit in the head.
PETA activists can sure see red.

If a new coat you don't need,
how about a new cat, Persian breed?

If that cat sheds too much hair,
have Nathan take you out to a fair.

Fairs are fun. You can't go wrong.
Are you fast asleep yet from this dumb song?

If you're not, I have to say....
your insomnia is here to STAY.

Written by Andrea on Oct. 22, 2012
For Send me to sleep....... Poetry Contest
Happy ZZZZZZZZs to you, PD


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 | Narrative | |

THANKSGIVING TURKEY

They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.

Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard, 
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.

Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.

Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind. 

I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.

But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.

When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.

So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.

Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around. 

We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Bird is the Word

I don’t know what I’m complaining about, it’s not like I’ve been cuffed, All I have to do is show up for dinner. After all it’s the bird that got stuffed. It’s not like they’re asking a lot from me they won’t work me till I’ve croaked, All I have to do is show up and eat. After all it’s the bird that got smoked. I can’t tell you that they’ll torture me and it seems to be reasonably priced, All I have to do is visit for a while. After all it’s the bird that got sliced. I could tell them things to make them laugh until their gravy becomes splattered, All I’d have to do is tell a joke to them. After all it’s the bird that got plattered. I think that it smells good enough that I’ll eat until they claim my leg’s been hollowed, All I have to do is not complain about things. After all it’s the bird that got swallowed. I’ve never given it much thought before but a bird’s life is really kind of murky I guess I’d rather be the Thanksgiving guest today than be the Thanksgiving Turkey.


Details | Rhyme | |

Foul Mouth Parrot

I bought a parrot but he has a foul mouth.
I let him loose so that he could fly South.
But he came home again.
This proves that I can't win.
He says the F word two hundred times a day.
He offends everybody and drives them away.
Nobody will take this bird even though I offer to pay them.
I'm going out of my mind, it looks like I'm stuck with him.
I have the only parrot on Earth that's a sinner.
If he doesn't shut up, he's going to be my dinner.

(This is a fictional poem)


Details | Haiku | |

Coo-Coo Ca-Ca Chu

Coo-Coo Ca-Ca Chu!
That means a bird’s crapped on you!
That’s not nice at all!


Details | Narrative | |

The Owl

Hey there Owl sitting up in that tree,
What are you doing looking down at me?
So with a quick little wink and a short little sigh,
that old Owl just replied,
Who?
Well I don't see any mice or rabbits or bears ,
no Eagles or Hawks or Robins, any where.
No Deer or Elk or even a Moose,
So then; yes Mr. Owl I was speaking to you.
That old owl just turned his head,
looked the other way and calmly said;
Who?
So with a bit of disgust I started again,
naming off animals, and  even some kin,
I don't see an Elephant or a Zebra or even a  laughing Hyena,
I don't see my brother or sister or even Aunt Myrtle,
Why I don't even see a slow crawling Turtle.
That old Owl turned his head about and looked straight at me,
and with a bit of chagrin in his eye which I could see, said;
Who?
I could see I was getting no where fast,
and this questioning I was doing was not going to last.
So I decided I would end it and just walk away.
I was wasting my time trying to get him to say;
anything but,  
Who?
So I turned and started to walk away,
when I heard these words, in a wise old way.
"I am the wisest of all the birds, because I listen to all I've heard.
I don't interrupt and I wait my turn, 
these things are what make me the wisest bird." 
I turned back to him and with a wink and grin,
I simply said;
Who?


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Chicken Cot UFO - Hmm

Chicken Cot
UFO - Hmm

It crossed the
gloaming skies above
the roofs,
in awe our eyes
pursued its jazzy
course;
( mysterious would
be the incensed
spoofs
this ireful ship,
upon us, would
enforce! )

Hmm..
..We said!
Abominable was the
ship
that traced its
gaudy eights in air
with hum;
predestined to
avenge our ego trip,
atrocious poulets,
would not succumb.

The chicken soldiers
were a frightful
troop
in pink-pistachio
uniforms with spots,
that insolent,
bombarded us with
moop,
to hit our heads
that were devoid of
thoughts.

- The Alien ship was
rounded like the
moon;
each angry bird was
using a stun-gun,
the star of origin
of that platoon
and planet were most
certainly to shun. -

In order to placate
the chicken troop,
some started to
recite their verse
to skies;
confronting that
attacking chicken
group,
- bird poems they
opposed to battle
cries.

The angry war-birds
listened to the
verse,
that was composed by
stunned, exposed
confreres,
their cackle was
bemocking and
adverse,
- upon their heads
they wore rouge
voluperes.

This myth reflected
what would happen if
extraterrestrial
cots invaded Earth,
relentless
chicken-birds in
martial tiff
would moop upon some
artists of top
worth.

© G. Venetopoulos,
12/11/2013, All
rights reserved

moop = Matter Out Of
Place

Sponsor: Shadow
Hamilton
Contest Name:
Spaceship
Deadline: 3/27/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Hoot Owl

Big-eyed hoot owl perched in a tree,
hunting for prey while eyeing me.
He swooped down swiftly and caught a mouse,
flew up and landed on the eave of my house.
Old hooty owl quickly ate the vile little beast,
burped once loudly, then glided off slowly due east.
Wise Mr. Owl will return late tomorrow evening,
perch up high in the same darn tree and give me a warning
by turning his swiveling head 180 degrees all of the way backwards,
giving me a wild-eyed wink and dropping on my sidewalk a couple of turds.


Details | Limerick | |

Maniac Jack

Fatty Jack
Is a maniac.
He ate a turd
From a sick bird.
That’s a sad fact.


Details | Quatrain | |

My Mynah Bird

My mynah bird can’t spell a word
But he can surely speak it.
He squawks all day in mindless rants
And really makes a racket.

Whenever our TV is on
He’ll cock his head and listen,
Then he recites commercials for
Dish soap and cures for bald men.

My mynah bird can mimic me.
He never shuts his fat beak.
And when he copies my poor mom,
She turns into a real freak!

“Do something with that awful bird!”
I often hear her holler,
“I’ll ship him off to Timbuktu,
You bet your bottom dollar!”

So yesterday I moved his cage
Next to the open window
Where he could chatter with a squirrel
Or babble with a black crow.

I played outside with my friend Nate.
We climbed up in our old tree
Where Nate told me what he just heard
From his big brother Andy.

It was the ‘latest slang’ he said.
I thought it sounded real cool-
And so did my rat mynah bird
Who played me for a big fool.

At dinner time when all our mouths
Were filled with mom’s spaghetti,
My mynah bird just blurted out
What he heard my friend tell me.

Then mom dragged me straight down the hall-
I felt like such a dumb dope
When she presented my dessert-
A plate of sudsy bar soap!

I choked and gagged on my own words.
Oh, I’d make that mynah tweet!
Getting even with blabber mouths
Made that bitter soap taste sweet!

This morning I phoned my friend Nate-
We knew we’d get revenge soon.
That bird must learn to bite his tongue
Or he’d sing a different tune.

I grabbed his cage and toted him
On the back of my old bike,
And met Nate at the only place
Mynah birds don’t ever like

We went inside and stood in line.
Then my nasty mynah sang.
He belted out commercial tunes
Interjected with ‘cool slang.’

Shocked mothers hugged their precious kids
To shield their tender, young ears.
Old ladies gasped, “Well I never-
In all my live long years!”

The clerk leaned over, stared, then barked,
“Now, what can I do for yooooou?”
“How much to ship this mynah bird
From my house to Timbuktu?”


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 | Haiku | |

What Does The Duck Say

What does the duck say?
“You quack me up with your jokes.
You are quite funny.”


Details | Sonnet | |

Riposte


His chicken vanished from the face of Earth
unhappy and distressed connected so
with sites of poetry where lost pets' dearth
transformed to versicle expression's flow.

Logorrhea of namby pamby lines
and balderdash of verbose gardyloo
bombarded him with rounds of porcupines
stampeded unctuous like rabid gnoo.

But on the other hand he met some birds
composers of refined and sightly verse,
with glinting souls and clever words,
their intellect's expressions wise and terse.

And when he searched of who to value most
received his chicken's metrical riposte.

© G.V. 09-14-2013 All rights reserved


Details | Light Poetry | |

Broadways Chicken Play

You all must read Sara Kendrick’s poem the “Chicken” before reading this one!!!!
Thanks Sara for giving me such a great idea!!!!!

Broadways.... "Chicken Play"

The stage was dimly lit
For the opening of this play
The crowd was clucking in anticipation
They had no idea
A love story
A drama
A play of philosophy
The writer used a feather quill
Was this not a hint?

The main actress, was a real bird she was
She strutted and strolled
The audience was captivated
Her allure was on display
Her beauty hid she was heartless hen
Out jumped the Kernel Saunders!!!!
Sword in one hand
13 secret spices in the other

Well, this birds suitors ran to her defense
To no avail at all
These buccaneers would end up in a bucket
I do not lie
It included the fries

Sadly parts where tosses to and fro
Necks and wings and breasts were sliced
It sure was not a pretty sight
A civil war this was not
The dame was slaughtered on a southern shore



Let this me a lesson to you all you gizards
While the chickens are away
It’s for sure
This silly poet will play!!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crappy Day

Every fall the birds begin to fly south for the winter.
 This one particular bird hated the journey and would do almost anything to get out of it.
He decided to wait until the very last possible minute and told the rest of the flock
that he would stay behind for 4 more weeks and that he would catch up to them later.
Four weeks later the snow began to fall and the little bird thought it best to finally leave.
After about 6 hours into flying, it started to rain and the rain turned into ice on his little wings.  The birds wings froze up and he fell out of the sky straight in to a barn yard.
Freezing and almost dead, the little bird was lying there barely breathing when out from behind the barn a horse walked up to the little bird, squatted and crapped all over the poor thing.  The little birds only thought was that he never emagined ever dying like this.
After a few minutes the manure started to warm the little fella and he started to move around and began sing-ing his little heart out.
A big cat came running from the house to investigate where all the noise was comming from.   He dug in to the pile of crap until he found the little bird. He cleaned him off and then ate him.
 There are three morals to this story
(1)  Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy
(2)  Not everyone who takes your crap is your friend
And (3)  Whenever you are rolling with excitement;
even if its in a big pile of crap, Keep your big mouth shut.


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Swan Say

What does the swan say?
“I am very elegant
as far as fowls go.”


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Goose Say

What does the goose say?
“No, you can’t have my feathers
to fill your pillow.”


Details | Haiku | |

Knothead

It fell from the sky.
I have a knot on my head.
Dead pigeon falling.


Details | Free verse | |

Bird Talk

A bird sat in a tree
And looked down at me
And said rather musically “uh huh”
He cocked his head to one side
And then the other
Peering straight at me
I of course replied, “uh huh”
Imitating his spontaneous bird talk
He hopped back a step, surprised
Understanding, then answered back, “uh huh”
Delighted with our conversation
I replied with a friendly “uh huh”
I know our conversation is limited
But I’m happy to carry on
This inter specie dialogue
A connection, a shared moment
I’m sure he understands
Nodding his head in affirmation
Then he rattled on and on,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh


Details | Free verse | |

3 Cute Cats

                                      I have 3 cute cats
                                 They love running through
                                 my house chasing each other.
                                      They have a favorite
                                 window which holds all 3 of them
                                  quite well so they can see outside.
                                      The same time everyday
                                   after their play they all settle in
                                   together watching for the visitors
                                   who come outside their window.
                                       The bird feeder is full 
                                    of seed and the squirrels eat all
                                    that falls.
                                        Inside they their eyes glued
                                    on the visitors who are invading 
                                    their yard tails swishing back and
                                    forth as fast as they can.
                                         Than the chattering start.s
                                    it is in kitty talk but I am sure they
                                    are saying things to the birds and
                                    squirrels that they do not want me
                                     to know.
                                          After awhile they all
                                    are bored and frustrated  because
                                    tonight they won't have bird or
                                    squirrel stew.
                                            


Details | Rhyme | |

Hard To Be An Eagle

THE BIRDS ARE QUITE A SIGHT TO SEE IT TELLS YOU MANY THINGS
OF HOW THE WEATHERS COMING AND WHAT THE SEASON BRINGS
BUT THE BIRD I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS HIGH ABOVE THE REST
AND  IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

AN EAGLE IS A MAGNIFICENT BIRD WITH A VERY LARGE WINGSPAN
AND WITH HIS SHARPENED EYESIGHT HE SEE'S MILES ACROSS THE LAND
HE REPRESENTS OUR FREEDOM AS HE SOARS ABOVE THE REST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

THE TURKEY IS A DUMB BIRD THAT WILL FOLLOW YOU AROUND
THEN RUN AWAY SO QUICKLY AT EVERY NOISEY SOUND
THEY PECK AWAY AT BRIGHT THINGS AND AT EACH OTHER TOO
THEY NEVER KNOW WHICH WAY TO GO OR WHAT THEY WANT TO DO

THEY ARE HAPPY WITH JUST BEING HUDDLED WITH THE REST
IT SO HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST
BUT I KNOW THAT GOD HAS CALLED ME AND HE'S PUT ME TO THE TEST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE A TURKEY WHEN YOUR IN AN EAGLES NEST.


Details | Rhyme | |

Planet Earth And The Oozlum Bird

  
~~Planet Earth And The Oozlum Bird There was a question I was asked - just the other day Is the earth flat? - Well what do you think I'd say? I looked out of the window, and pondered on this thought A flat earth not round... but I came up with nought. A flat earth maybe, but we could fall off the edge Or is it surrounded by a great big privet hedge. How can we tell from our own window frame if the earth is a ball or flat - To work it out is my aim, and thats hard from where I'm sat. The formulae for finding - the horizon of the land we can see The assumption being it’s round - or spherical to you and me. Firstly distance from the observers eyes to the horizon we must square, This equals the square of the height of the observers’ eyes - I suppose that means the pair. This must be added to two times the radius, multiply by the height of the observer. Now I am getting a bit confused but I carry on with a fervour. The assumption must be according to this equation That the earth is a ball - so on this occasion... I consider the planet a bit like - the legendary Oozlum Bird If we go round in a straight line - now I know this is absurd But as the bird ran round and round chasing its own tail It disappeared up its own ass - have you heard that tale? Round and round we go on this planet ball of ours Chasing our tails sometimes - for hours and for hours The planet is round and I think... not a flat earth Or we would never have the chance to return, and laugh with such mirth As we see everyone chasing their own tails on their own ass We know like the Oozlum Bird if we are not careful...what will come to pass.


Details | Limerick | |

Trio of limericks

Trio of Limericks.


Saving money

There was an old fellow named Dave
He found a dead chook in a cave
It smelled just a bit
But he had to admit
That a whole lot of coin he did save.


When Andy got randy

There was an old sheep dog named Andy
He had such a liking for brandy
One day he got drunk 
And lord how he stunk
Cause with an old skunk he got randy.

Poor lady

Once an old lady named Faye
Who ate like a horse every day
This day she did choke
And it was no joke
Her corpse in a heap now does lay.




Details | Limerick | |

Tallulah's Band



There was a fine bird named Tallulah
who had the most fine alula*
she played on her drum
rum-a-tum-tum
Fine solos* for her sister Beulah.

Fair Beulah thought “I’ll not be outdone!”
“It’s my civic* duty to strum”
so this one high noon*
with her alula she tuned
An accompaniment to rum-a-tum-tum!

While the gals thought it their civic duty
to play music all root-a-toot-tootie 
they rocked the nest
and you know the rest
Both gals fell on their plump feathered booties!

*Palimdromes used alula [short bird feathers corresponding to a thumb]
  civic, solos, noon
  Poet: Debbie Guzzi


Details | Couplet | |

Mr Inquisitive

Could a scythe cut a slice
from a sycamore tree?
If a bird had no feathers
what bird would it be?
If a square had three corners
would it still be a square?
Will your curls always swirl
if you tug at your hair?

My curls will always swirl
For questions make them so
You will question me ‘why’
when my answer is ‘no’.
If I answer you  ‘yes’
You will question with ‘how’
If a tree could grow knowledge
I'd reach for a bough.



Details | Free verse | |

Gooooooooood Morning CCcon neck tea cuttttttttttt!

Now, if only, they would cut the damn property tax!
Maybe, the elderly wouln’t have to loose their homes and move to Florida!
Maybe, a God fearin minority member could live here and own a piece of it?

Hello out there in WASP land..
say hey To the folks in Green witch!
Governor Jodi Rell our version of the wicked witch of the east
crossed with Mrs. Ward Cleaver
is out there pounding the proverbial pavement
looking to balance the ole budget AGAIN!

Hit the road Jack and don’t ya Come Back No Mo, No Mo, No Mo, No……..
say the local daughters of the D.A.R. and the Ladies of the  Eastern Star
to the rise of minorities in the local school …..

The Good Ole Nutmeg state has quite a mix 
hell just about anything goes here!
Land of the Free home of the Brave, 
you can even get a state certified Gay marriage
Robin Red breast ain’t our state bird for nothing
one of the first 3 states to protect the early bird getting the worm!

Yup Con neck tee cut is a fine place to live and grow trees
Y’all come up some time for a visit..
just don’t head for the shore cause you can’t get to it
Snob Zoning and All….

You can find just about anything you need 
here in the good ole Nutmeg state
(did you know you can get high on Nutmeg?)
have legal hallucinates will travel
so join the local nuts SOUPERS
and come for a visit
just don’t stay too long.


Details | Verse | |

Leeroy von Nebulae

Leeroy von Nebulae y Pitter Patter Supernova

Upon the sparkling April field, where the bell-flowers blossomed,
two poets stood amid the blooms, two writers of their wisdom,
where singing aves exalted them, cause deep in verse have fathomed
and treated poetry like none, with loyalty and serfdom.

Meantime the birds were chirping in the leafage of the forest
the two composers synthesized the crop of thoughts that random
became their poetry's free verse, philosophy, thus, modest,
the scriptures called bankrupted talk and artlessness of flotsam.

The authors, thus, amid the trees, and vervains' purple colors,
narrated 'bout the pepper steaks and pizzas pepperoni,
the grayish donkeys and their bray, through softened words of candor
conducting hence this spectacle and joyous ceremony.

What was occurring round the two was godly sent, on purpose;
the softened breeze, the sunny morn, the singing of the birdies,
and furthermore their kindest verse that both believed was flawless,
- the soul's redemption stands upon the praising by the toadies.

Obtusely raising, slow but firm, their tilted thoughts euphoric
have driven both to fly above this natural assemblage,
hence joyful they enjoined the cause of logic anti-strophic,
amid the clouds envisioning a pizza-Heaven-cottage.

Leeroy von Nebulae y Pitter Patter Supernova
expressed their nothingness of verse, that donkeys then recited
and stood impassive 'mid the blooms, their thoughts a dull cadenza,
evaluated by the birds, that chirped their notes, astounded.

© 03-23-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)


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The Crow

I once heard a knock at my door
And there was a crow repeating "No more"
I was so taken aback
I hit him with a rack
And sent him crashing right on the floor!







September,3,2014





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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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Molly My Watch-bird

Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog, But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log. I do however have a pet that notifies us if someone is approaching, She has taken it upon herself to do this faithfully without any coaching. Her name is Molly and she is a watch-bird, my fearless cockatiel, She performs this amazing task with confidence and great zeal. Her elegant grey head feathers stand tall signifying she’s alert, She perches stoically on the frig, her notification ready to assert. Living in the countryside, a security system is needed, or so I feel, When people come to the house, Molly lets out the loudest squeal. A different chirp for each family member, my daughter gets a loud burst, My son on the other hand gets loud staccato chirps, they’re the worst. Molly spends most of her time out of her cage when someone is at home, She surveys the home flying from window to door, monitoring her zone, Taking her job seriously, she bites if you try to stop or get in her way, Molly has a job to do, she’s the security alarm, keeping burglars at bay. So for a little bird seed, you too can get a watch bird that makes lots of noise. Keep in mind, there are a few downfalls, there’s a lot of things she destroys. Chewing windowsills, hiding jewelry and pooping where ever she may be, A bit of a bitchy bird but what a set of lungs, a unique way to increase security. Written by Lee Ramage August 30, 2011 For Ryan Jackson’s Contest “Animals on my mind”


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One For Kicks

I know a bird who sways and swings
He jumps and kicks and flaps his wings
He cannot fly in stormy weather
He cannot strut his fluffy feathers
So instead he sits and sings.


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Busted

   Busted            
When Santa got stuck down the chimney
What a terrible fright for young lives
Imagine the sight that then met them
Imagine their awful surprise.
With a crash and a thump and a holler
A bang and a whoosh and a boom
The magical globe trotting Santa
Daintily entered their room!

He landed full square in their fireplace
His hat flopped down over his eyes
He looked really much more like Black Beard
Except he was double the size.
The children sat up in amazement
Then hid and peeped through a crack
As this unfortunate dirty old Santa
Was hit on the head by his sack.

The air turned quite blue for a moment
When he finally uttered a cry
I’ve hurt every bone in my body
Was the gist of what he implied
Now Rudolph looked down from above him
Shook his head and then let out a sigh
Get up you clumsy old has been
We still have work left to do tonight.

Well Santa looked right up that chimney
His plight became clear in a flash
He was stuck with his sack at the bottom
And didn’t know how to get back.
The children, still hid in the corner
Just couldn’t believe what they saw
As this dirty old Santa recovered
Did his job and then limped out the door. 

They watched as he climbed out the window
His suit now completely akimbo
But Rudolph was there with the sleigh and a spare
He now had clean clothes to change into.
Once more Rudolph rescued the big man
Stamped his hoof, got him out of his whirl
Threatened to leave less he focus
You know, of course, Rudolph’s a girl!!!!                                                                                                                   
 
The children got up in the morning
Frustrated, annoyed and distressed,
For their bedroom looked just like a bombsite
Where two sacks of gifts had been left
Despite having left him a message
Stating ‘ please do not leave so much trash,
We are modern day children remember
What we want is a cheque or some cash’


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To Kill A Mockingbird

He sits outside my window
The loudest thing I've ever heard
He keeps me awake all night long
I'm gonna kill that mockingbird

He even mimics my wife snoring
He's a mockingbird you see
My wife's half deaf, she can't hear him
Sawing logs up in that tree

When daylight comes he's as quiet as a mouse
And I just can't find his nest
I think that bird thinks he's smarter than me
So I'll put him to the test

I put on my best camouflage
With a flashlight taped to my hat
I crawled on my belly, behind my house
To see where he was at

I stayed outside all night long
And that bird didn't utter a sound
My back was aching and my butt was sore
From sleeping on the cold,cold ground

The very next night I went to bed
And that bird started singing once more
But I think he must have invited some friends
'Cause it was a whole lot louder than before

To make a long story short, I out smarted that bird
And now he's as quiet as a mouse
For now I sleep outside every night
In my bed behind the house


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A Big Bird From Cantoon

( Limerick) A big bird from Cantoon could not fly With his wings spread open he perch'd high But the branch then just broke Fell and it wasn't a joke Thought that he was dead and start'd to cry! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.4.2014


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the shipwrecked sailor

the shipwrecked sailor
from the North 
lands on land
between the seas
and sees 

nothing but trees

the trees shade him from the sun 
in the sky
the sky provides a medium 
in which the birds 
from the trees
can fly

and the birds 
nested in the trees
on occasion 
provide the sailor
birds to fry

unfortunately 
the shipwrecked sailor
after his bird meal 
and nap
still can’t fly


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CHASE THE HEN IN THE KITCHEN

CHASE THE HEN IN THE KITCHEN!
 -Dharga Nagar Safa

Chase away,

The hen,

In the kitcHEN!


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Taxidermist

~Taxidermist~ Dear little blue bird sitting on the mat Please don’t poop on it because it isn’t tat. That’s it, sit on the bird bath there on the rim You look a fine little chap sitting there so trim. I am a taxidermist and I am after a blue tit Why don’t you jump on my hand so I can see, and you can have a little sit? My collection lacks a bird; we could perhaps make a date It’s a pity you are alone I could do with your little mate You would fill the place nicely it’s a pity you are not red But I can soon paint you up as I am a taxidermist- I think I said.
no offense to real taxidermists out there I know you do not do this xx Competition Entry: For Catie Lindsey comp: Word Games. © 1/06/2012 ~GG~


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A Silly Poem

I saw a little bird sitting in a tree,
I could see him he could see me,
He pecked at an apple and sang,
And through woods his song rang,
Happy he had anther little peck,
I smiled as the apple went down his neck,
It flapped its wings but did not fly,
He watched another bird float by,
He turned around and did a dance,
So I did the same just by chance,
We both waltzed around the tree,
I flapped my arms he laughed at me,
A man was watching close by
He asked if he could join in and try,
So two men and a bird wriggled,
A woman joined in and she jiggled,
Another woman and her pet,
She was good the best yet,
Then everyone in the park,
Strutted their stuff until dark,
As each left they gave a wave,
It's my first time at a rave.


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The Circle

(Limerick}

The Circle of witches all heard a loud knock 
"Come in!" Said a voice behind a big rock 
But it wasn't "the Raven" 
And sure wasn't a Haven 
So all run out  just wearin' socks and no frock! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
Aka ladydp2000 
Copyright@2014 

September 10, 2014


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Samantha's Tree

Samantha once scampered a tree
To see whatever she could see.
So far up did she boost
That an owl came to roost
On Sammy's precarious knee.


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The Cuckoo

The cuckoo calls her cheery word
To let us know she has returned
And everyone is quite pleased too
To hear the very first cuckoo

This lovely bird it will not rest
Lays its eggs in others nests
Then flies away and leaves behind
A foster parent who is kind

The cuckoo as you see my friend
Leave their children for others to tend
And when the young have grown up to
Their instinct tells them what to do

So when you next hear cuckoo’s call
Remember that I told you all
This bird means spring is on its way
And for some bird its foster day


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The Jackdaw

The jackdaw is a curious bird
	He hops and runs along,
His genial “tchak, tchak” can be heard – 
	Alas, he has no song.

Why look these corvine birds so old ?
	Jet black and hooded grey,
With beady eye and black beak, bold,
	They chase small birds away.

Corvus Monedula is his name,
	It’s from the Latin took,
With habits very much the same
	Some take him for a rook.

Poor old Jack, has no collective
	For meeting with his friends,
He shouts “Tchak !  Tchak!” and this invective
	‘Gainst all mankind he sends.

Most creatures have collective nouns,
	It really is an oddity –
No way to name this gang of clowns ?
	I’ll christen them JOCUNDITY !


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Zen Buddhist Bird

A Buddhist bird flies 
Under the eyes 
Of winter’s sun 
As I watch his flight 
Across a lonely wintry sky 
Gazing up 
At his long, long flight south 

He diverts himself 
From the chilly northern wind 
A wind 
That the sun cannot warm 

He diverts himself 
With a single thought 
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do 
And asks 

What is the sound 
Of one wing flapping? 
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"the sound of one hand clapping"...(by J. D. Salinger) Thank you Leo


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Window View

I look out my window,
And what do I see,
I see a blue bird looking at me.
Why is it looking at me?
Does it find me amusing?
Do I look confusing?
And before I could say anymore,
It flew away,
I guess it got bored.








To My Poet Friend, David :)


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Slaughtered Turkey

You was such a big  bird fatten
The first to grace our table
We almost always had a young hen
Sometimes a mean ol' rooster if we were able

Looking foward to the golden bird
With the crispy, crunchy skin not curd
A drumstick or a baby drumette
The bird of a stories one who did pruette

When in the kitchen ladies did gather
They needed to know what was the matter
Mother discovered she didn't have pot
In which the big bird would sot

They took the hack saw to cut that bird
Then cooked him in five pots how absurd
Somehow got him ready for the table
To add to our meal of greens and sweet potatotes


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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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The Meadowlark

In a field both sere and stark,
stood a forlorn Meadowlark.
Motionless, he eyed the ground,
ears alert for any sound.

Unaware, an insect stirred,
deep in dust and cockleburs.
A grain of sand became dislodged
and rolled between the lone bird's claws.

The bird allowed himself to blink,
his beady eyes as black as ink.
The bug crawled out, antenna waving,
which only piqued the lone bird's craving.

With one swift hop, the bird attacked.
The bug, alas, a midday snack.

©Danielle White


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Penguin Poet

 Penguin Poet 
Penguin Poet 
 
The Batman was standing to the side of the bumbershooter looking askance at 
the penguins' aide so intent was the man in the plastic wrapper that he failed to 
see Robin coming up behind them and lost his nanner in a Robin manner he 
was soon tied up like a handcuff furrowing into the background noises of the 
Penguin lair the hair of the penguin was slick jetted black ebon nighttime fright 
and he launched a bird kick almost getting Batman in the jaw Robin came 
unglued and he is rally very strong he launched another bird kick in the belly of 
the thug. 
 
 WHAM Whack Thwack POW SOCK WHAM the fight was soon over and the 
Penguin land in jail.