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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

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Haiku Marsh

Out of the vast marsh
plaintive grey curlew calling -
my sister scolding me.

Copyright © Michael Newman | Year Posted 2014

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I Love You Bird- Waiting Contest

I Love You Bird Becca's Inspiration Waiting Contest Sponsor: craig cornish As I sit delaying any action until something else happens, I am reminded of that day you left.. I said good bye and didn't know it was for good, if only I could've had more insight. There I was dropping you off at your destination...me kissing you goodbye, you telling me... “I love you bird”. You were the only one who called your baby sister bird. I drove away. Too far to keep good watch of you, too close to not feel you closing your eyes. Such tired eyes you had. Exhausted and defeated from everything this world couldn't offer you, sweetheart. I sat by the phone~minutes~turning into~hours and when days had passed, I was still.....waiting....for your phone call. Surely, you would have called me if you were in trouble, surely I'd be right by your side. I swear, I sat in that exact chair every night for three months just..waiting for your phone call. Waiting is a funny thing, you see, seems so slow as each minute passes, and oh my, how long three months really is. March 17, 2011 I finally got the phone call. They had found you broken and torn and your eyes had been closed for awhile.Stuck in the snow so cold and alone.. My waiting was finally over..I had the answers I needed as soon as I read your letter. Nightly, as I sleep with your bear, I wait all night long to hear you whisper in my dreams... “I love you bird.” Date Written: January 26, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

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Baby Girl


She's my baby sister,
although she's nearly forty years old
She's the youngest one of thirteen,
and I love her more than words told

She's a master communicator,
she's a skillful motivator
She's a teaching innovator
She help young minds
reach their potential,
to become greater and greater

She takes young people
and turn them into thinking phenoms
Here's to my baby sister with love,
for taking them from K1 to the senior prom

Baby sis
Baby girl
You were the last sister born,
you were the girl with the golden smile
Baby sis
Baby girl
You were our parents last beloved child

Baby sis
Baby girl
You were the last sister born,
you were the girl with the golden smile
Baby sis
Baby girl
You were more than our parents last child,
you were a sacred vow kept by God
Reminding our family how
He still remains with us now


A tribute to my beloved sister Tiwanya

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016