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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


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Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls, smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues sparkled with crystals of dew; glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light, in the month of showers and flowering bowers. Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun. Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light; clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams, climbing a golden ladder of sunlight. Crystalline morning softly stroked your face: a sleeping jewel, gently polished by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009 Charlotte Puddifoot Motif: Nature


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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


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Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Tanka | |

Light of the Sun

The light of the Sun
nuzzles the verdure of Earth
with gold fingertips
of chlorophyll-induced warmth 
like a babe in swaddling cloth.


Details | Free verse | |

I want to be free to be me

I want to be free to be me



I do not want to be anyone else.

I like me.

I love who I am.

I just want to be at peace with God and put my past behind me.

I want to live in the Present and enjoy my life.

I want to meet some handsome guy yes one special handsome guy and go on dates and be able to have some fun and enjoy my free time.

I want to take nice long walks outside to be one with Nature and get my exercise at the same time.

I’d love to maybe go walking around at the mall sometimes too!

I want to get married one day and I want a beach wedding in the Caribbean.

I’ll be 32 soon and my biological clock is ticking I want a baby girl or baby boy.

Maybe twins?


Details | Haibun | |

Surreal Nature


We set out at birth of day in search of serenity and bursts of discovery. I felt alive, almost new, like the morning mist and wide-eyed baby I carried on my back. Dawn’s filtered light stroked our cheeks promising a brilliant sunrise. “Soon”, I whispered to my rosy child who gazed in wonder, “very soon”. His coos, like a melody, pranced on delicate breeze, charming squirrels out of hiding. Tiny hands coaxed falling leaves to dance as I inhaled shapes of crisp autumn. Dawn's masterpiece invoked my own childlike awe, and I wore a smile like my favorite sweater. 

morning blushes
in effortless smiles
innocent once more

Nature’s breath swirled, enchanting us as brittle leaves rustled underfoot. The branches above, almost bare, swayed to greet our attendance of autumn’s opening performance. In the distance, apple trees speckled with pink and white blossoms met the horizon. The picture of indescribable beauty stirred my spirit, and I turned to find my own brown eyes watching, content. My surroundings, surreal, were wrapped in our blushing smiles as my voice became a prayer of gratitude for earth and sky, mother and child, pale memories, vibrant reflections, and the joy of all to come. 

dawn creates
an ageless splendor
inspiring rebirth 





10-2-2013



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Thunderstorm

You’re a thunderstorm
Always coming on strong and coming on fast
I wanna hold you baby
But, baby how long can that really last?
Can I tame your heart?
Do I even wanna to try?
That would mean changing you
And if you changed, then I would die

You see…
It’s like chasing lightning 
And trying to hold tight
If you’d just let me, baby
Then maybe, baby, I might
Oh yeah, 
But there’s 
No holding 
Onto lightning
Tonight

You’re a hurricane force
Always building up speed and running around
I wanna stop you baby
Or at least, somehow, try to slow you down
But, can I stop that rain?
Do I even wanna to try?
I’d be going against your nature
And that would make me die

You see…
It’s like chasing lightning 
And trying to hold tight
If you’d just let me, baby
Then maybe, baby, I might
Oh yeah, 
But there’s 
No holding 
Onto lightning
Tonight

I gotta let you run your course
can’t ever try to stop your force
Cause, baby, if I were to even try
I’d stop what makes you, you and baby I would die

You see…
It’s like chasing lightning 
And trying to hold tight
If you’d just let me, baby
Then maybe, baby, I might
Oh yeah, 
But there’s 
No holding 
Onto lightning
Tonight


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A Fallen Baby Skunk

On our walk this morning

Brandy my dog and I saw

such a sad thing, lying on

the sidewalk was a baby skunk

dead as ever.  Brandy wanted to

go smell it, but wasn't sure if i should,

so held her back.  I had never seen a dead

baby skunk before, i had seen many adult

dead skunks.  There was no blood any where

to be found or any other reason for this

poor thing to die or why it was on

the sidewalk.  I hate to see any creature die,

even this poor little baby skunk, who never

got a chance in life.

Written 7-27-11


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Baby Kangaroo

The arrow struck with a sickening thud
Piercing the neck with a spurt of blood.
Searing pain with anguish shrill
The wound severe, but did not kill

The baby kangaroo reeled, and fell
Into an agonizing Hell.
An arrow, through the neck, half out the other.
A look of horror from his mother.

Strange instinct told that Man had the power
To save him in his desperate hour.

For days he staggered through bush and plain
With one thought in his aching brain
To reach the streets of Sydney City
In search of help. In search of pity

Brave Baby! How did you know
You could trust man, who had hurt you so?

You did not run. You did not flinch
You stood your ground, did not yield an inch
When they came with a cage to take you away.
You did not know if this was your last day 
Or whether in some far flung Zoo
You would be a captive kangaroo

But man with kindness, and great skill
Removed the arrow that was meant to kill.
The wound soon healed and the decision made
To return the Baby to where he once played.

How can a Man have a heart so savage
Thinking it fun to ravage
The body of a defenceless baby with an arrow?
This cruelty fills one with horror.

Lord! I know you have the power to take revenge
And have many ways to avenge
The pain and horror of this deed.
But the Bowman needs help
His soul is sick, it needs repair
Teach him to love, teach him to care.


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Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


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My pen visioned spring

A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass, 
 spread out on rocky mountains. 
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty. 
Flapping  its wings towards a flower to lay and rest. 
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality. 
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky, 
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring. 
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
 Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of  hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts. 
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.


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IN THE FOREST

She knelt at the edge of the purling forest burn[1]. 

Reaching down to pick branches from the ganna bush[3], 
adding it to the morning’s find, including aloe[4] for a burn.[2] 

Honey flowers[5]  release a pungent smell in a rush.                                                                                       



A monarch butterfly alights on her shoulder. 

A gurgling sound can be heard above the birds’ song;
unwrapping the blanket, placing her blouse on a boulder. 

Nursing the child, while he tugs at her black hair strong. 


The adder coils its tail around a branch in a vice. 

A flickering tongue tasting the pregnant air. 
She starts to croon –  the snake recoils in a trice.

She feels around and gathers her things – eyes blindly stare. 



GLOSARRY: 
NB Our 5 senses are covered in the course of this poem - leaving "sight" for last. "The eyes are useless if the mind is blind." ~ The Mind Unleashed fb page. 

[1] burn= brook 

[2] burn = injury due to fire, heat. etc

[3] Ganna bush: Buchu Liquid Soap is the closest you will get to a traditional 
KhoeSan soap today. The KhoeSan made soap with the ashes of the ganna 
bos/bush (Salsola aphylla) which is an interesting plant in that it contains a 
constant 37 % potassium. So you would always know exactly how much lye 
you were putting into your soap. Potassium hydroxide is still used today for 
liquid soap, although not from the ganna bos, more’s the pity. 
http://khoelife.com/about/

[4] 
Aloe can help remedy the following skin conditions:
Wounds
Cuts
Burns
Sunburns
Cold sores
Rashes
Diaper rash
Blemishes
Bug bites
Scabies
Dry skin
Dandruff
Psoriasis
Herpes
Eczema

[5]honey flower: Kruidjie-roer-my-nie (Afrikaans), Ibonya (Zulu) Scientific 
Name: Melianthus comosus. It´s a poisonous plant. When one touches it, then 
it gives off an unpleasant smell. This smell is a warning that it is toxic.


Details | I do not know? | |

Summer

I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...

Like liver and pee's

Like grease on the tree's

Like Sweet tarts and tea

I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...

Like listeners without runners

Like dangerous men without gunners

-Don't be naked just be funner

Don't be jaded just act like your comin'

I swear to the summer- I need no real number

I swear to your comin'- I love the leader and all the wanderer

And the fisherman

And the ponderer 

And the drinker

And the blunderer

I swear to the summer -I am a well aged drummer

I can take away your lumber

And burn it like a hunter

I can turn it into somethin'

-that I saw in the light of the reflection

I can see you dance well in the mist

Of nature's best kiss

And resist when you need the fist

And reminisce,
even though I am just a man
And I have never felt the shit

Like a tall building that hasn't been built yet

Like an animal that hasn't been born yet

Like man with his child

Like women with her mild

Life has a style

You have it,
and you fill

In the mind
And in the child

Just to say it again,
you have been the smile 

And your love makes me wild

And your hugs hold for miles

And your fun takes the pile

And even though you're gone now I can stay for a while

And sway in the reef when the tide lifts me

And feel the knees when I become weak 

And be too much when too much hits me

And sleep when god reads me


Details | ABC | |

love child

tempted mistress bore a son
acid spit from serpents tongue
sinners sin with no remorse
natures crule and twisted course
passions lust fades away
embedded in the soul to stay
pain conceived of rage
trapped with in a lovers cage
hatreds blade sheds scarlet tears
glaring eyes, ringing ears
adultery's sorrowed tail
an innocents life impaled


Details | I do not know? | |

CLOCK

In the vast beauty and diversity
                 of the reaches of the cosmos
           impresses upon us all
the shear minute dust we are
                 in any comparison
The simplicity of laws
            that govern it's most basic
     and complex movements
Birth , Life , Death
                 some would distain this as "circular"
as the patterns in creation are
for all things existing within its confines
the birth , life , death of stars   , galaxies
entropy and the recirculation of those elements
into new structures encased
                 in the womb for new material
apply equally to the diversity of structures
                 cycling on the little blue marble
seed  sprout   bush    tree     seed 
seed  sprout   plant    flower     seed
seed   baby    child     adult       seed
same  down    onthe   cellular    level
same  down    tothe    atomic     level 
                 and its clock
in a state of perfectly circular self propagation
For those who foolishly accuse us of being
 
                   CIRCULAR
 
Let me explain              a simple something
     how we measure time in the cosmos
 
is based on a circular orbital movement of planets
                      and stars
and as for thinking
are questions seeking answers which just
                     lead to more questions
 
          and that's the beauty of it
 
       simplicity defines even the most
        complex systems that function
 
right down to the circuit boards for computers
        and technology
 
Mama      seals     it      with     Kiss
        Keep it simple stupid
 
anyone who doesn't know
a clock embedded in the universe
has not recognized his own 

Ecc 8:17
9:5-10
 
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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THREE OUTDOOR SCENES

THREE OUTDOOR SCENES

frog pond      mallards
on the grassy, shallow bank
watching reflections


table with peanuts
round and round the tree he goes
caw, caw cries high crow


reading by the sea
this boy sitting on a rock
gull catches the breeze


Dave Austin





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Hungry Thief

For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
 
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles 
toward distant woods, and watched 
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.

Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye, 
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest, 
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.



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Dear Summa

dear summa i got so used 
2 bein around u

da way u kept me warm
da way u let me touch u

deep conversations all night
like we n high schu

u got me feeling good 
summa i wanna wife u 

when it rain i feel 
all ya warm wetness 

i got my rain boots no 
worry about da messes 

and when im thirsty my tongue
up n ya greatness

we a bomb combination and 
we cant fake dis 

Dear summa can i have ya
love year round 

swimin in ya warm beaches
bae i wont drown 

let me surf across waves 
 as i go down 

hide tide is comin in 
im goin deeper now

da heat is pickin up baby
feel my love stroke 

widely televised baby 
yep dis da love boat 

summa we hittin da 
billboard on a good note

volcanic eruptions girl 
and now u wanna smoke 



now da night is young 
and we just started 

nice whip big rims 
now we gotta a party

summa got da club jumpin
baby neva partin

think i need anotha drank
PO dat bacardi

each day i wake up i feel
i want u mo n mo

beamin thru my eyes now 
u got me i glow 

feel da cool breeze baby
let yo wind blow 

time is tickin summa but 
we still gone take it slow 


when u run away girl how
do i deal wit dat 

u leave me in da cold lady
wit a fitted cap

i see my air blowin baby
where yo warmin at 

when u gone away my mind 
get up off track

u say u comin back
will it be the right time 

n while u gone away will u keep
me on ya mind 

im not tryin 2 get frost 
bitE baby i ain lyin

metaphorically speakin my 
summa you are my rhmye 














Details | Free verse | |

Sand in My Shoes

.
.
We walk passed the
wetland wash
in the sanctuary of birds
onto the beach.
.
We see the osprey mother
in her nest of branches
on top of famous
Target Rock;
.
and out in the sound,
the head of a black monster 
flickers back and forth 
below the moving surface.


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Pint Size Haiku

     Pint Size Haiku

Cast baby finch, flight

Against shoots, green bamboo, shade

Water, measures cold


Details | Haiku | |

Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride


Details | Free verse | |

Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


Details | I do not know? | |

WAR-TORN SOLE PART 2

“TODAY I GOT BETWEEN A BULLET AND A BROTHER,
AND A DARKNESS THAT WILL FOLLOW ME FOREVER.
I THINK THEY GOT HIM IN THE BACK.
CAN HE SEE IF HE GOT BROUGHT BACK?”
I LOOKED UP TO SEE THE MAN THEY BROUGHT BACK IN A BIG BROWN SACK.
ANOTHER LOST LIFE AT WHAT COST?
THIS IS NOT FAIR.
MEN BARRIED IN DISPAIR. 
HE LOOKED AT ME AS IF HE COULD READ MY MIND AS I TRIED TO FIND THE WORDS I COULDN’T FIND.
“SARAHS HER NAME.
YOU KNOW I’M TO BLAME.”
I’VE NEVER SEEN A MAN CRY.
DEEP DOWN INSIDE HE KNOWS HES GOING TO DIE.
”I KNOW I WON’T MAKE TONIGHT
AND I’LL NEVER GET TO HOLD MY BABY TIGHT.
SO MUCH I’LL MISS WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE LIKE THIS.
TAKE OUT THE ADDRESS AND LOCKET IN MY POCKET.
WRITE TO HER, TELL HER I’M SORRY, GIVE HER MY LOVE, AND I’LL BE WHACHING HER FROM ABOVE.
TELL HER TO TELL MY SON ABOUT HIS FATHER AND THIS GREAT SLAUTER.
TELL HIM THAT A WAR IS NEVER WON WHEN SO MUCH IS LEFT UNDONE.
TELL HER TO TELL HIM I LOVE HIM.
I LOVED HIM EVEN BEFORE THEIR WAS A HIM WHEN HE WAS JUST AN APPLE OF MY EYE AND A TWINCKLE IN THE SKY.
LOVE HAS DEFIED MY LIFE AS I DIED.
THEIRS SO MUCH I’LL NEVER BE.
GOD FORGIVE ME!”
I WHACHED AS HE PASSED ON.
ONE MOMENT AND HE WAS GONE.
I DUG IN HIS POCKET, FOUND AN ADDRESS, FOUND A LOCKET, AND A PICTURE OF HIS WIFE AND BABY IN HIS WALLET.
I WROTE TO SARAH AND TOLD HER ALL HE SAID TO TELL.
IT WASN’T TILL LATER I FOUND OUT SHE HAD ALREADY DEVORCED, REMARRIED, AND WAS DOING WELL.