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Details | Free verse | |

Nightfall

How quickly the  earth forgets
                  all that the sun has said today
As daylight bows out gracefully
                                dwindling soon to silence
                                        hush now, .....
                                            let's listen to what the night will say

Listen closely ....stars are whispering
                            It is all about sleeping...
                                     all about flowers folding for repose...
                                          all about bird heads tucked under bird wings:
                                               and dreams that walk silently after eyes close
                                                                                                                shhhh....


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 | Quatrain | |

Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Flapping.
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Silence.
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 
again.


Details | Verse | |

Birds Of The Same Feather Flock Together

Birds of the same feather always flock together


A fool fools those who can be fooled
A thief roams the streets with his fellow thieves
The miserable saddens those who allow themselves to be miserable
The naive are played by those who are naive of karma
The materialism catches those who are materialistic
The disrespectful hurt those who have no self respect
The aggressively insecure intimidate those who are submissively insecure
The fake trick those who are inexperience of faking
The dumb roll with the most dumbest

If you are either happy, successful, humble, educated or anything positive; make sure you flock with the feather that's most positive and important to you. 

KNOW YOUR WORTH; You cannot exchange gold for stones, that's making a foolish loss. Positivity is always an addition(+)  not a subtraction (-).  If you are subtracting, don't be suprised if your life turns out to be mostly negative.

IMPATIENCE is the mother of all COMPROMISE, that's why people flock with the wrong people, don't let it catch you..

THE EYEZ are easily fooled, all that glitters isn't gold (things can be gold plated too), so carefully check things. As They say "FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD."

NOTHING IS CONSTANT; Money comes and goes, the famous become infamous, friendships ends, beauty fades, people pass away etc. Do not rely on external things to make you happy, once they are gone you will awaken from your dream. Internal happiness is constant; the externall should just make you happiER. Humble yourself and know reality.

INEXPERIENCE is the mother of all REGRET. Life is a journey of experience, never make the same mistake twice. At best surround yourself with the most wise (listen and consider their counsel) so not to make mistakes at all.

THE GUT INSTINCT, if it doesn't feel right it probably isn't. You have either compromised too much for to little or you are blinded or you put ur happiness on external forces which are not constant or you are inexperienced in the ways of life.

ITS ALL IN THE MIND, remember to CONTROL IT, TRAIN IT and to ACT IT OUT and watch yourself rise to a different level in your life.

WAKE UP; a bird who flocks with the wrong birds wakes up sooner than later and flies to his kind of feather.

THE MESSAGE; a bird that flocks to you with patience, sincerity, passion and unconditional love is definitely for keeps because they are  worth more than gold.


BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 24/02/2012


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Free verse | |

Beak of Night

BEAK OF NIGHT

Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Escapading~
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
Speechless~
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
Silence~
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 
Muteness~

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

EPIC
By; p.d.


Details | Blank verse | |

This Blue Moon

This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies

it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked 
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence

showing me there is yet true love in the mist

who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure  light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively,  when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you 
 all that you know

it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow 

telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~ 
showing a white Owl for the first time seen


this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers 
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know


Look at this moon tonight 
Tell me now what the truth is 
This Blue Moon ..it knows.


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 | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Duck Say

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Take Flight

Speckled bird in the grass, nothing to lack I’m looking at him and he’s looking back The exchange is sweet simplicity There is no fear, no duplicity Oh to be under those wings & go with him I suppose Take flight and lift me from my solitary repose With a wink of the eye, soar into azure treasure And with a sigh, journey into heaven’s pleasure If the bird’s wings I could only reach Life’s mysteries he would seemingly teach For now I must remain earthbound My feet chained by promises profound The tiny bird slips away Leaving my thoughts astray Forever and a day and never may I wait patiently for my restless heart to say


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 Hawk Say

What does the hawk say?
“Eagles are overrated.
We hawks rule the skies.”


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 | |

Flat Beaked Fowl

A duck is a duck.
A goose is a long necked duck.
Swans are beautiful.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Rhyme | |

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly

The weight of the world is on me and I want to hide
Hover in love and feel peace when I glide
I’m so low I cant even see the bottom floor
I need your help to get out so I can soar

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok

Let me rise above the clouds so I can leave the hate
Please help me to climb before it’s to late
I won’t look back on the sorrow that’s always there
I’ll enjoy the peaceful view it simply doesn’t compare

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok

If you need me I can dive down and carry you away
So you can leave your misery behind for another day
Forget your troubles be free and have some fun
Dry your eyes and heal your soul with the rays of the sun

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok



Details | Prose Poetry | |

The First Fable of CharlaX

 The First Fable of CharlaX 
The First Fable of CharlaX 
 
A Falcon Cry 
 
 
The Falcon Cries: 
 He spreads his wings in vain attempts to dry 
He tells me once in a whistle WHY? 
Why cannot we fly? When will the rain let up and let me in the air? 
When will the water stop to drop on feathers so wet there? 
The Falcon Cries: 
A mournful sound so loud in quiet of early morn 
His claws dug deeper in the branch to keep from being torn 
Away from perching in the storm 
His sharpened beak at work to smooth his feathers 
He was using extra care no longer talking just to me his only whistle 
Told me many things 

The Falcon Cries: 
We disagreed with all the rain both the Falcon and the eye. 
Why can't we fly? 
Eye could clasp the bird to bosom and dry his feathers there 
A bird so wild and wonderful so hurt 
With all my tears for the Falcon Cry. 


Details | Ballad | |

THE BRIDGE OF THE MORNING STAR

To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers

 

We talked and sang

Until the sun set low

Fires lit, in reds and golds

Of loves’ glow

We slept

In blue wool

and silver stars

Amongst its’ folds

 

The first bird called to me

I looked up

Saw the first morning star

Shining steadily

 

Across the meadow

Above the trees

The early light

Caught the flash

Of the birds’ wing in flight

 

I woke my Moondust

Across the meadow

Is the way

The bird showed me

In its’ flight

Guiding us today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We walked through

The flowers of the meadow

Moondusts’ horse followed behind

In that early sunglow

 

The rush of water could be heard from afar

The meadow ended too soon

The stream could be soon

Upon it…..

The Bridge of the Morning Star

 

Of ancient oak tree

Carved with magical hands

Its’ trusses carved with birds

On each rail, silver stars were inlaid 

A beautiful canopy of redwood

Completed this crossing

Carved on it, ancient words

“The Morning Star”

 

The bridge

of The Morning Star

As soon as the sun rose

Like The Morning Star

The bridge faded too

In the coming of daylight


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Dreamer: The Wood Nymph

~~Dreamer The Wood Nymph~~ Dreamer the wood nymph, with a jealous heart looked on She wanted to trap Zeus the God and keep him for her own Immortal life her children would receive if a God she mated Although she may never age - for immortal children she felt she was fated. Zeus was her God, her man, even though Hera was his wife It cut her small nubile heart in two, the pain twisted as a knife She must practice her weaving art to catch and hold him tight, She dreamed of immortal children through days and into night. She flitted through the woods, in naked and splendorous beauty She tried all the tricks she knew right down to shaking her booty. Watching the birds making their nests she hatched a plan to snare To practise her weaving spells she began, for in weaving she had a flare. The little Ploaceidae or the small perching bird was the one she did choose She would practise her skills by making him weave, that’s whom she would use. A gregarious little bird, she taught him what to do With long grass and fibres he twisted and wove his nest anew. The first time it fell apart - but Dreamer the wood nymph practised with him now She needed it strong if Zeus she was to keep - it must stick to its bough The weaver bird learnt and wove a magic nest, so proudly he showed it off It held out the sun and rain and stuck tight - to the weaver birds our hats we doff. Then to show it off he invited, the females in to come and admire When one did like the design she moved in, and gave him his desire. Dreamer our little nymph that wanted to mate a God Decided to weave her house and invite him in, she didn’t think it odd. Her nubile naked form, she danced in the entrance grand Zeus spotted her and left the sky, she lead him by the hand They loved in the wood nymphs nest that she had learnt to spin so well Her child was born immortal but Dreamer the nymph began to tell. Zeus was angry at her tales and his wife was not amused He turned wood nymph Dreamer into a bird - now her skills to use. Her children now immortal, weaving through the continents Their little nests so competent because their skills were heaven sent.
For Tracie~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest: Dreamer the wood nymph who dreamed of imortal children but had to mate with a God to get them, her dream came true when he turned her into a Weaver Bird weaving their amazing nests forever. (not recognised mythology)


Details | Haiku | |

The Mocking Bird Sat

.

                                          The Mocking Bird Sat
                                          Quizzically looking in...
                                        Broken drained bird bath






(My bird bath is 
broken..The 
Mocking Bird
sat on the rim
looking at me
in the kitchen
like he was 
asking me 
what is wrong here.)


Details | Free verse | |

THE NIGHTINGALE'S SONG

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


Details | Quatrain | |

In paradise

In Paradise

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

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

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

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

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

15 July 2014 @ 1020hrs.

    For Isaiah's contest 'A poem in Paradise'


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Walk

It was a long walk, with time heeling at my shadow. 
(and somewhere miles away the garage door closed, and the exhaust flowed,
and a small dog died in her limp arms)
I was friendly with God. Only with small trepidation did I drink from the sordid 
chalice, minutes before, and decided that a walk, skip and a jump to nowhere is what I
needed the most. And so it was.

Block after block, stones in the pavement, the smell of creosote poles.
Delicate foil wrappers, industrial petals, She loves me not, she loves....
Sidetrack with backpack, it doesn't matter. I don't care. 
I'll be there when I damn well find myself somewhere. Which is where 
the trees grow bright, and the birds flit without flapping.
And the water forms misty and bejeweled, laying my mind out flat
like steam would fine linen. then I will sit and breath with an "e". You bet.

But first a small lap in a languid pool of solace, a tip toe through the forest afire with
colors borrowed from alien hands, a taste of spring time cum. Let me wallow.
God, friend, let me wallow in your mess of beauty, before I call it something.
Let me roll around like a goddamn dog. I want to itch and draw forth honey from my veins.
I want to suck sap bleeding from the tree, and dine on the lost sound of the whippoorwill. 
God, let me die a small death of beauty, and be reborn in an orgasm of **** all get out!
No qualms. Buddy. I love your work. It looks like you ****ed yourself a good one. 
And what came was all this edible goodness. Like Dali, I want to eat it. All. 

Now, like I promised you, I'll give back. I'll play your hypnotic song 
and sing to your soiled minions. I'll take heed in your loving whispers 
and open up my heart for your midnight snack. I'll clean up your moonspill
and read to you that silly book of yours, the one about the golden rule
and those twelve dudes. (Sorry God, not my cup of tea). 
Draw a bath for your daughters, and draw back the bow for your sons, and ready the bed for Venus.
Sit back and relax, ol buddy, I'll do the best that I can
then I'll grow tired 
and fertilize
your garden.

Oh. Now I can breathe. The song has left my lips for now.
I walked myself into a lovely stupor, and you showed me
the rainbow. And I raised your worms.
I played your song, God.
(I hope that somehow, she heard it over the din of engine and whimper of dog)
I played that timeless song, or you played me.
Either way, it's still the day
that the trees grew bright with sun
and the birds flew without flapping.


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 | ABC | |

The punishment of the Paradise

I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.

It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to 
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.

You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they 
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.

Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.

Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Hippo and the Dodo

The Hippopotamus and the Dodo Bird wanted to paint pictures on the rocks.
They truly loved what humans did and were called pictographs.
Now the Dodo bird was flighty, so much so, that he could not even fly.
But still he took off all day long, FaLaLa’ing... inspiration for to find.
You see, taking care of business was not the Dodo’s normal state of mind…
He went from pictographs, to inspiration, to finally just running all around.
You might say what he worked for, like himself, will never now be found.
Him like his ideas never came close, you see, to getting off the ground.

The Hippo was so different… as different as he can be…
He wanted to do his best so he went to the Prehistoric University.
The University taught him all the finer things of being alive.
It also taught him pictographs and in the water how to survive.
To him learning was evolving as he painted on the finer art of dance… 
Now all the hippos learn from this, as babies in the water, they do prance…
Today, the pictographs still remain hidden on the underwater cliffs enhanced. 
And with this help… Hippos still become so graceful in their intricate dance.
That even Zoo’s demand their presence and protect them on their land.

The moral to this story is to always do the best you can…
And pay close attention that you do everything very well.
For the Dodo was too flighty to survive even to this day…
But the Hippo is still so very graceful as he dances the day away.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Heart's Keeper

The bird has gone away
and with its sudden flight
Knew winter's on the way
...I called the bird on high
To take along my heart
To where it would find warmth
To let it never part
To keep it beating strong
And warm the winter long.

By CarolineCecile
Feb. 26,2011


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A Bird's Eye View of Life

               I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.



                                                            A
                                                         single, 
                                                       little bird,
                                                     is flying high
                                                  above a rainbow.
                                              Even though it is small, 
                                            it believes that everything
                                          can forever be accomplished.
                                        No matter how hard the struggle,
                                     it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
                                    Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
                                  to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
                               the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
                              achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
                             that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
                           The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
                          your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it. 
                        Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.

                                                    


                                                     Dawn D. Kilby 
                                         Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


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Explore

If I were bird I would fly high with no clear destination in mind

I would follow the blue skies to where ever it would lead me

If I were a bird I would soar across the ocean with the wind surrounding me

I would fly to the top of the mountains, exploring the scenery beneath me

If I were a were a bird....


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My Strength Renewed

Hovering over my body, my soul is liberated, like the caged bird set free, spreading my wings completely separated from the physical world in a timeless state of mind. I float weightless as if in a dream, though I am awake, I do not hear but feel whispering prayers of love, a pure sensation of ecstasy like drippings of warm honey. Voices serenade like angels surrounding me in white, puffy clouds. My soul continues to elevate, a twinkle in the freebird's eye, my soul shines as I soar until the earth is below. Tears well in my eyes from the magnificent beauty of creation and my mouth cries out praises without words. Given true knowledge, I understand my life and purpose beyond the confinement of the physical realm. I am energy...distinct yet one with all. Soaring higher into a radiant light, I am overtaken by brilliance, transported into a greater, indescribable splendor. Encircled by sparkling waterfalls of effervescence, the color of the water, the most vibrant blue I have ever seen. My soul flows, a feeling of pure fluidity like the waters. My eyes are dazzled by the glorious images all around as majestic birds adorned in elegant plumage call my name from cool, gentle breezes. Here, I continue to float in harmony with nature. The shackles of pain and sickness are nonexistent. My spirit dances with the birds on the breeze, the caged bird set free, my soul sings. Charmed by the bright aura engulfing me, I fall into the warmth of the crystal waters beyond the falls. As I sink back into my body, my strength is renewed. I have found my center, at peace and feeling alive for the first time. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 5, 2012 for OBE contest (Catie Lindsey)


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A letter for you(2)

You must be patient. Look the world and don’t say anything
look at you :The language is source of misunderstanding;
And your rebel golden hair is waving through  
The maze that is golden, too: it will remind you…
I love the round of the wind in the maze.
I love the sound of the breeze, while I gaze
A playtful bird in a the sky an other bird whom run 
-Karen calls this ,challenge, the moments of sun…
Bogardo`s song: “Forests` Fairy, be child again and play with me…”
I saw a green kitten that grew as cat whetting her claws on a tree;
Then ,as Green tigress running a stag in the silent green ;
Impressing dress, swinging long dress lovely waving so green…
This dream ,Daniel ,you may translate at the court of your Queen
You must come back at the same poem,at the same time
I’ll wait for you in the same blessed unforgettable rhyme
Happiness always tip-toes and suddenly brings 
Not only words of optimism, but certain things
Ready to fly with us above the Fallen Crest 
Brave Caryl, the most verses usually unwritten rest
Outside the entrance with many mirrors and wonders.
I’m trying to reply with verses to wonderful senders:
I don’t know why your names as fresh as a daisy                                               
Sound me so familiar that they make me so crazy
To think I learnt your poems by heart once, in the past.
From my monastery called tomorrow, covered by light’s dust
Michael ,you wake up a dream whose echoing like rain 
In my heart's joyous exile, has broken that  chain:
Rapping, tapping, slowly entered my prayer
Taking part to the  River Prayer, my  dear;
But don’t bet on me, because I don’t know if It is written
In the forest to find what you search: I am a silent birch
With the inner song and the feelings of our High Church.
I am the happy lark who meets you, old pelerine Mark
I found …!I found good earth. I’m resting now on this Ark.
From swirled clouds ,the splendid lasting mark
Is hold in frozen seasons and forests dark?
As secret flame of love of life ,of kiss  Of Mark 
Admiring the flight of birds and, the song of the lark;
I stayed a lot and meditated in a hot milk afternoon:
Sue’s  dunes like shapes of acratered 
moon .                                                                       


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DEEP POETRY and REALITY



Deep poetry has its own reality Instrumental in setting the mind free From the confinement of this mundane world Transporting us to wondrous realms untold It is manifested in Blake's poetry Which uplifts the mind and sets it free A heaven is seen in a wildflower Eternity is viewed in an hour Khayyam's moving finger writes on time's wall Once written, there's no erasing at all Rumi's beloved is a different kind A manifestation of the divine With Shelley's skylark and Keats nightingale The music of their birdsong tells the tale A world beyond what we normally see The world of deep poetry's reality
REFERENCES: 1) Auguries of Innocence - William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. 2) The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Omar Khayyam The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. 3) Oh Beloved - Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved, take away what I want. Take away what I do. Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you. 4) To a Skylark - Percy Byshe Shelley 5) Ode to a Nightingale - John Keats The above-stated poems reflect the world of deep poetry reality that I have mentioned.


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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?


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Searching

Why does the bird sing?
Who does it call 
When it calls
Does it become tired of calling
Silence 
While it stares around 
Black bird 
Above me 
Who do you want to see 
Why do you keep flying 
From tree to tree

When I first saw you 
You were stretched out on an arm
I wonder if you are 
Like me 
Expecting harm
But you fly away 
Fly around 
Fly 
Beautiful Black bird
Where did you go that fast 
I wish I could take you 
To see beauty that will last 

I wish I could fly you over the Earth

Where the world was given birth
I wish we could look 
From a distance 
At what God did from an instance 
Beautiful Black bird
I wish that you could show me 
All that you’ve seen 
But I wonder if you know 
All that it would mean 
The first time I glanced at you 
I knew that you were special

A loud call you gave
Did they hear your call 
Or did they pass you by
I heard your call
But it wasn’t for me 
Beautiful Black Bird 
If I called you 
Would you answer me?
 


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The Skylark

Ayoo, ayooeh 
Above the blue day 
A sound of wings, a shudder    
Song of currents swell  
Thousand moons have fell 
Into these many waters 

Ayoo, ayooai 
Sky bird says goodbye 
To the youthful lily white
Grass of many blades 
Sky of many shades 
Goodbye, whispers he, goodnight 



-For Dr. Mehta's The Alouetee contest 


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Birds on the Wall

Moving her hands She forms a bird One that flies high Taking her precious hat This bird shadow wins Over her own Where she is weak The bird is massive He sits on the top of the wall Looking down She hears a chirp The shadow with a hat Produced sound Out of its formed beak Then the girl creates She creates many more bird shadows Now they flock Within the walls Of the living room All looking at her With a desire To sit on her shoulder And chirp As they all can She leaves them there While she leaves the room The birds disappear Out from her imagination Dissipated at once With her Nonchalant departure
Russell Sivey


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A Personal Muse

an allouette

Bless you, my
Kralyks,
you have found your
niche
going to school far
away.
She texts me from
France -
“I’m learning the
danse.”
Skylarks inspire her
ballet.

Early sights and
sounds
(from her morning
rounds
vending tasty
religieuse)
energize her soul 
with style and
control. 
Skylarks - Kralyk's
private muse.  



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Nightfall

How quickly the earth forgets all that the sun has said today...

As daylight bows out gracefully dwindling soon to silence

Hush now.....
           Let us listen to what the night will say...

Listen closely....stars are whispering
                       It is all about sleeping...
                         all about flowers folding to repose
                          all about bird heads tucked under bird wings:
                            and dreams that walk silently after eyes close....
                                                                                    shhhh..........











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How Absurd

Please, slap the cook and  test the meal-
the farmer’s shocked, he’s in hock, 
For the cook taught the pig to steal.
Please, slap the cook and test the meal
The pig got caught now things are hot
The cook killed pig for he did squeal
Please, slap that cook and eat the meal
the farmer’s shocked, he’s in hock,
Tom turkey must now seal the deal
for the cook taught the pig to steal.


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Aurora Borealis

The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun

The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky

Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness

He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move

As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight 
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape

The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley

God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time 

My time on the porch


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Help

A bird is visiting my yard
One that I have never seen before
Eating from the ground so vigorously
Pecking like a Sandpiper or a Woodpecker

That pecks on a tree
Looks like a Woodpecker
But not exactly and there are really four
I suppose there could be more

He has the ladder back
On  his back, and a long strong thick beak
A red spot below his head
On the top of his back its said

His upper chest or top of the breast
A half moon as dark as night
Accented on the bottom half by mostly white
He works and works pecking the ground

Why he almost wears me down
Now he's joined by a goldfinch
Of such a brilliant hue
A male Bluebird eats undistrubed too

When the mystery bird takes
To flight on his tail there is a spot of white
I could watch him all the day
But responsibility calls me away

(My daughter said her husband said that it is a Northern Flicker and I looked it up and the 
pictures of the Northern Flicker match what I am seeing.)


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Blue

Chirp, chirp goes the bluejay, Flying about the clear blue sky, On fine feathered wings, Not worrying about a thing. The small bird lands on a branch, Overseeing the old ranch, Horses run about here and there, While longhorns are grazing everywhere. The birds watches a cowboy rustle a calf, And people gathering around the other half, Clapping their hands and cheering, As the bluejay sits on his perch peering. The small bird flies away, Not wanting to stay, Flying into the setting sun, For the day is almost done, He will return tomorrow, And never feel a day of sorrow.


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Fred


There once was a worm named Fred.
Fred was a wee little fellow.
His home was inside an apple tree.
He always squirmed his way up and 
down the apple tree.

One day a bird eyed Fred.
He was sprawled on a red apple munching away.
“What a delicious apple this is,”
Fred said, with an absurd word. 

The bird decided to glide, but collided with an apple.
His vision was blurred and his chirps slurred.
He couldn’t see Fred or utter a word.

Fred turned his head, and was very scared.
He wished for a moment that he was a canary.
Then he could flee in the air like a fairy.

Fred fled, an crawled inside the
apple tree. He dreaded to face the
pernicious old bird.

The bird wobbled toward the hole.
He called to Fred, I will set you free,
if you agree to share your tree.

Fred was suspicious. He knew
that the pernicious old bird couldn’t
be trusted. How do I know that you
will abide by the decree of our agreement?              

I guarantee you that I take pride in my
plea to set you free. Fred was wary of the 
pernicious old bird.He decided to bury 
their differences. 

They shared the tree for a wee time. 
Winter set in and the bird flew south.
The worm nestled down for a jubilee 
winters nap.










 




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Of Fiery Gold

Strands of fiery gold awake the sleepy bird
From a slumber deep and dream filled.
It’s time to sing the notes never heard
To a group, wide-eyed and would-be thrilled.

The morning rises before too long
Leaving promises of a new tomorrow in the dust,
And there’s no time for it to settle, so just play along
Pretending that in the day you trust.

Once the sky has softened
With swirls of delicate white cotton
And the sun has hanged a frame
Dipped in blood orange flames
The new bird knows it’s time to fly
Away to pass on the fleeting cry
Of a widow’s final goodbye

Strands of fiery gold disappearing far from sight
Signal to the night bird 
That it is close to reaching midnight.
Sing us all a lullaby, we will find the words

When tomorrow comes to us again
The melody will remain
And everything will be the same
Except for that which changed


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For The Birds

I heard from this girl,
not too long ago,
but, her words seemed to furl
the joy that used to flow.
So, I listened carefully,
as she went on to tell me
about an air-borne bully
and the ruin of her glee.
She said, one day, out of the blue,
while she was busy outside
feeling all white-washed and new,
a bird crapped on her so she cried.
Well, I just had to smile
as I went on to explain,
the bird wasn't evil or vile,
it's intent wasn't to cause pain;
it was a sign from the heavens,
bestowing it's favour upon her,
that it actually enleavens,
and she should've seen it with humour.


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Simple Dream

I dream of such simple things
Such as birds and their wings
With the curves of each feather
And how they become weathered

I see the birds flying with wings a flapping
I understand how wings operate with no gapping
With push of a second the bird is in the air
This is how birds fly in the air with no care   

The birds in the air with freedom in their wings to fly out of trouble
Is how the bird feel with the wind pushing them up with force doubled
I get a happy when I see a bird fly
And I wish to be by their side so I give a sigh


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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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A Song of Freedom

A bird forgotten in a rusty cage
Waking up to see the last of day
A broken wing that whispers of a war
To be let out is all he’s hoping for

All alone without a will to breathe
Too afraid to finally fall to sleep
Nothing left so he begins to sing
The dancing rhythm granting life within

Another heart that sings of other lives
So universal it transcends all time
Another tune to free an empty soul
The lonely bird now understands and grows

So he wakes with patience and a song
The bird remembers what it is to long
The deeper that his music comes to be
The more the bird desires to be free

The bird decides to share his greatest work
A song of freedom stronger than despair
His music travels over open plains
He keeps on singing even in his pain

His final note now reaches every ear
His final breath has emptied every fear
The bird has finally left his rusty cage
The bird, once broken, has truly found the day


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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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A Money Pot

A man was frightened and entered into a room,
He fell in the corner and touched a broom,
He read that wording to touch a middle pot,
You can get some money that’s I have lot.

When he touched a pot it grew up a tree,
Please pour me water otherwise you aren’t free.
He picked a pot and starts to search water,
When he found a well he heard a loud laughter,

I need someone’s blood if you need pot water,
Otherwise don’t blame me I have a man slaughter,
He suddenly saw a bird and thought to kill him,
But bird said, you can slaughter me first go and tell him.

He told him to the well, I have a bird to kill,
Do you accept the blood that is only my thrill?
Mice heard the talk and he got a shock,
Why is he killing a bird, he has blood hoick?

Why is your heart n’t kind and have no mercy?
Please forgive him a bird I have a clue courtesy,
I can cut your wein you can donate blood to a well,
I am offering my friendship, that’s my thrill.

He was happy to donate blood and got water a pot,
When he poured water to a tree he laughed lot,
A big fish eats a little never have a mercy thought,
Friendship can solve a problem that’s my money pot.


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Free Birds Fly

Tired and bored
it can slowly eat you away
the day goes by, but time stands still
What have I done today

But today I realized
I've wasted only time
many minutes off my life
time is always against me
all my time seems to fly

So at the end of day
during the suns dying light
I shall turn into a bird
and begin to fly ,fly high

Fly, Fly high I shall
under the ocean moonlight
only one thing is certain
I didn't waste  time tonight

instead of wasting time
I went out and lived my life
Like a bird I flew High
under the moonlight sky

my crows nest is calling
end of night, it is time
before I lay down, I must
       
        be a Free bird 
     and fly high, fly , fly






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Bird on a Wire

When your heart admire
To live like a bird on a wire
Praise Phoenix the bird of fire 
Indian white clouds, we soar higher
To a spiritual world, if we desire
There is nothing sweeter in life,
Then to live like a bird on a wire


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I'd Do It

   If I were a bird 
What kind of bird would I be
If I had no soul 
My soul would would be free
If I could lie down 
On my bed all night
Just think and look up at the sky
   I'd do it
When they say I'm crazy
I say they're right
and prove it
lets do it
   I wanna do it with you
Baby lets run around the world
Lets get caught in the blue
If you asked me to get in trouble tonight
I'd do it
  If I wanted to 
To go and get lost
You know I'd have to
Just go along
You try to make me
To take me
Lay me
But you can't rape the willing
Cuz I'd do it
I would do it


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IF A BIRD SHALL FALL

If a bird shall fall... 
Where will it go? 
It cannot call... 
It cannot glow 

If a bird shall fall... 
in a clear sky 
I will hold it to my breast 
Breathe into its' soul 
and let it go 
Let it fly......... 
To find its' nest 

If a bird shall fall.... 
in the acres of your mind 
Hold it tight 
and you will find.... 
With a soft gentle blow 
It will fly into the light 
Your hands.... 
Traced with golden glow 

If a bird shall fall... 
Bring it to me 
For, a soft gentle blow 
and I will set it free 

If a bird shall fall... 
on to the ground 
Hush! 
Hear the sound.... 
A gentle blow... 
Bird all aglow 
Beating heart........ 
Beating wings........ 
Little bird sings........ 

If a bird shall fall... 
Pick it up in no time at all 
Blow on a heart so still... 
Until... 
The wings glow 
and with a soft kiss 
Let it go 


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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.


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Somewhere in the Distance

    A forest stands
at the far end
           of the valley
of unreality
     The leaves are 
blown by an autumn breeze
        let the wind do its work
               we walk down 
the path 
      and see the brillant 
colors in the distance 
           someday we'll 
return home
       but for the present 
we will just enjoy 
   what we can
there is so little time
    to waste
We must make haste!
   Somewhere in the 
distance
     a bird is winging 
its way
     to it's nest 
We are strangers in 
    this land  
       and must close 
the curtain
      all too soon
Somewhere in the distance
the small bird is 
returning home
    It's out of sight 
now 
    but we have seen 
it fly
    We're not birds
but our spirits can 
    soar