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Details | Fibonacci | |

budgie ''Pete'' needs to go

l was just small with black hair visiting grandma and her budgie bird Pete, who flew and would land on my head and poop and I would yell loud, running and screaming, you stinky bird don't go on my shiny hair but he always did one day he flew after me into the bathroom because I really had to go and he fell into the toilet with a big fat splash, I laughed saying to grandma, Pete has finally figured out where he should be going ____________________________ July 26, 2015 Fibonacci For the contest, Everyone Poops, sponsor, Roy Jerben Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |


Called to you from down here
Had to hear your voice
Thanked you for the love you gave
Loved you for your choice

One sleepless night
Drawn to the stars
Fiery flight of glory
Red beauty of mars

Delicate and eased
Character so bright
We were very pleased
On one sleepless night

Passion in approach
You presence all so near
You swooped down from the star lit sky
And flew away with my fear

Copyright © Jamie Spence | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Gardens of Grandma

Her talented hands paint the piano
with perfect classical concerts, and
technology is the basket where her
music can always make rainbows
in the sky before my eyes, and one
day before my grandchildren's eyes.

Black and white photos of the past
suddenly become a bouquet of flowers
in my hands, and color rise like the sun.
Their faces move and breathe, since
I realize that their blood now bounds
through my heart on a day to day reality.

Stories bring alive faces never seen,
and the individual words are thousands
of puzzle pieces where in the end, time
binds them all together, and I understand
the history of my family even more.

Her religious faith, a carved wooden box,
where daily Scripture gives her strength.
Also, the belief in God blooms in a forest
of strong thoughts in her mind. She gladly
listens to the singing birds, the angels of
Heaven and tells their story to me.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016