feather witch queen had a colorful headdress of feathers
she showed it off to her familiar, a black crow named Weathers
Weathers was irritated with the dyed job, it is fake he said.
She got angry and gave him a super noogie on his fat little head.
In the storm of life, my voice is like a lost feather,
A silent wind seeking its path where thunder has ceased.
They strive to hear, but silence is all they find,
As if in my quiet there is nothing to be told.
Some call it sweet, like a gentle and enchanted brook,
A lullaby lost in a distant dream.
Others laugh, saying it's too weak, too small to be heard,
A shadow of sound daring to fall into infinity.
I speak, but the world does not listen, words fade into the wind,
A mute song and a secret that remains unrevealed.
A gift left unanswered, a cold hand in waiting,
Perhaps my voice is meant for another realm where longing is felt.
But here I am, gentle, like a silent river that yearns to flow,
With the strength of whispers rising and silence breaking apart.
Gentleness may be a grace, a soft echo in a ruthless place,
A song not meant to shout, but to sing, a wind beneath the wing of hope.
Even a whisper can shape the sky, with its tender breeze,
A breeze that makes the stars sigh in the dream-filled night.
In this silence, this deep and quiet art,
Lies a force that moves the heart, a mystery that keeps us united.
By myself, I walk alone
But you and I can make a home
Get to know me day by day
As I will you, we'll find our way
Unplanned for, the exciting kind
Unexpected, then you find
Your pardner, so much to discuss
It both ends and starts with us
after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth
I wandered weightless as a feather,
a muted plume from mourning dove.
A tuft afloat in breezy weather
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me
from over fields and out to sea.
My glad esprit more free than birds,
detached from mortal needs I fly,
where spirits long to share their words
among the songs in clouds, I sigh...
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed.
Oh, cumulus! A meadow white,
I feel at home atop its waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen.
Such riches now I do enjoy
in solitude away from fray.
I'm free from living once so coy;
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill
with gild as gold as daffodil.
A word or two about my view of the politicians
we presumably put in positions of power
hobbyists bought and paid for under the table
catering to manipulating lobbyists by the hour
where saying nothing yet flapping their gums
offending no one when sitting on the fence
doing naught but wagging their tongues
and all the while protesting their innocence
dodging the bullet by ducking the question
avoiding the topic with digression
self-serving landing votes with glad-handing
fingers firmly crossed behind the back
conscience-free they sleep well at night
there's nothing (short of gun) can be done to keep them on track
those more than a few who are quite literally
caught red-handed with their pants down
making a mockery of you and me
should be tarred feathered and run out of town
Is it a gaggle of geese
as the sky turns red
or skein of ducks
flying overhead instead
into the wild blue yonder
and as the crow flies
it's not a murder
nor a tidings of magpies
there's more than one
(for sorrow)
the question I did surely ponder
as they flew into the setting sun
with sparrows I have no quarrel
and yet with the wisdom of owls
for this hunter with his gun
it's like shooting fish in a barrel
What are you afraid of
Look in their eyes
For now it's time
You've been soft for too long
Head on her knees
Arms wrapped around her legs
And just like a prisoner
For freedom she begs
For a moment they pray
The other she turns to prey
If she doesn't marry, she's faulty
For crimes she never did she's guilty
Each day every day she crumbles
Every step she takes she fumbles
Her lips are like sharp sword
But she's forced to never say a word
Taught to be humble, always calm
It's the way you live without any harm
But when they've lost all the humanity
Why are you afraid to do the same
When they've abused all their right
Why are you afraid to still fight
What do you have left to lose
Why do you fear
You can steal words, not ideas
You can steal moments, not feelings
If they do then let them
For they can steal bodies, not souls
Birds Of A Different Feather
(Feather Pen...Ink. Tanka)
She's like that hen,
peacocking her bouncy tail;
proudly strutting it:
Both strutting the same purpose;
but different roosters sought:-
all you ever needed was to be felt seen.
you hid yourself from this nasty world,
you moulded a side of you that hid your secrets perfectly.
my best friend don’t be afraid,
you carried me into this world when i was made,
our roles changes and i layed you down to leave this land.
you have been blessed with the gift of freedom now and i have been burdened with this relentless void,
don’t worry for me i understand.
as the dust gathers in the spaces you used to fill,
i will look there and see your silhouette still.
we always weazed and fought for our breath out of laughter when we were together,
you took your last breath without me and parted like a feather.
those empty nights when i miss you most,
id turn off the lights and talk to your ghost.
i wont ever forget our special bond,
i miss it everyday,
i can feel it when i visit you in the place you lay.
i like to remember when your name would pop up in my notifications on my phone,
now when i see your name it is carved in stone.
It leaves my being,
it swirls in the air,
tossed by the wind.
It has yet to find its place of rest
and embrace the daylight.
It glides in the twilight of yesterday.
March 24, 2025.
Cleverness and Humbleness
Search for excellence
Therapy words
The fire that burns
Anecdote Heal
Through the alphabet
The leave determined to arrive
Valleys of doubt
Understanding needing seek
The desire to be meek
Echoing voices
The tongue expresses out
Statement after statement
Mistakes having corrections
Love with enduring affections
Until in everlasting
The Writing Feather’s friend
Throughout always at the end
The Feather with the hand glide.
LYRIC
Floating Like A Feather
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All these thoughts circling so I calmed my nerves and walked up to see
Have you found any time
to spend with me
I'v grown so much
I've found a need
it's always been you
It's always been me
My loving fortress of dreams
Come be redeemed
Let's spend eternity together
In a sea of belief
Where waters run free
and the sweet breeze blows
A nightingale of love
In your starlit pose
Let's wander the hills
And run through the brook
And dip our foot in love
And write a love struck book
My loving fortress of dreams
Come be redeemed
Let's spend eternity together
In a sea of belief
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Floating like a feather
Floating like a feather
Floating like a feather
Floating like a feather
A feather on the wind
Knowing no end
Taken here and there
By master no care
Never had a choice
Nor say in voice
Live to be ruled by
And never ask why
A lie simple and clear
Makes nothing dear
Upon this rock I hang my crown
And I will wait here for thee until the sun goes down
And if you don’t come I will leave a message in the sky
That will nourish your soul until the day you die
Bring me a feather and ink and a scroll to nail to the tree
I will write the final decree and you must search for your destiny
These few words I will print upon your heart and paint
Your images in the sky before the universe die
The wind is blowing in the East and the people
Are celebrating in the street
And a warm energy is passing over me
If courage could climb this giant rock,
I would give it all that I have got
Smile when you see the stars flickering in the sky
Smile when you say the final goodbye
I will wait for you until the sun goes down
And if I am not around look for the scroll on the tree
And the message in the sky
The moon will keep your company
Little Chickadee
Winters perch high in the tree
you shiver like me.
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