if mankind could fly then prisons would have to build giant aviaries
Categories:
aviaries, humor, prison,
Form: Monoku
Scarlet green exotic plume bird
on occasions, endemic to the wooded
eucalyptus plot in torrid upper reach
red winged flyer, blue stripe and grey beak
species found in outer suburb niche,
northern Sydney beach, or steep-faced
deep ravine in parts of Queensland.
They can be such a charming pet when raised
in aviaries, devoted, saying very little but
of warm and fair attachment all the same
Posted ; 14th May 2022
Categories:
aviaries, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, bird,
Form: Free verse
Rub A Dub Dub
"Entrepreneurs in vat scat."
Humpty Dumpty
"One jovial oval toppled over."
Jack And Jill
"Up a Tell there is a well that once gave rise to laughter. Till down the Tell a laddie fell whose head needs alabaster."
Old King Cole
"Merry monarch of ancient residence commanded music of chambered resonance."
Sing A Song Of Six Pence
"Chant this antiphony of a pecuniary sum. Four and twenty aviaries have have submitted to culinary fun. When this 3.1416 has been factored, these black demons will yodel. Isn't that a crazy thing to set before a noble?"
Three Blind Mice
"Rodents with ocular deficiency lost accouterments to culinary proficiency."
Hi Diddle Diddle
"Animal absurdities vent ludicrous proclivities."
Categories:
aviaries, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Free them O' God!
For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,
The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,
Hauling them down the barbed streets,
And caging them up, to blaze in iron aviaries.
Free them, O' God!
For the ocean is not thirsty any more,
It is full till its gullet, quaffing in pints the viscous gore,
Sluicing out from the naive skulls,
And from the distressed hems of their hearts.
Free them O’ God!
For the sod is no longer bleak,
It has drenched itself in the guileless claret,
Flushing out from their green dead ingenuous veins,
And sloshing about under its skin.
Free them O' God!
For the day doesn't know, for whom to wake up,
When merry-go-rounds and slippery slopes,
Are becoming the roller coaster rides to deaths,
And the juvenile paper crowns breed orphans.
Free them O' God!
For even the night hasn't slept for years,
The sounds of tormented voices, in the lap of gunshots,
Are hovering and echoing in its ears,
Making it stone deaf in every midget of seconds.
Free them O' God!
Free them all!
Free your pure and guiltless mortals,
What sins have they sowed?
That you are making them plough for!
~Nayanika Dey
Categories:
aviaries, dark, death, freedom, god,
Form: Free verse
Dreadful Fairytale
Stay away from the paint.
You’ll kill yourself on the swing.
The green VW cannot contain all of you.
Change into something more modest.
Sequined slippers sparkle gauche.
It is the pink and kerneled
lures me under the tent of
impossibility. I do not fathom
aviaries of peakcocked humans
reaching for a canvassed sky.
Danger lurks behind the
masks of frantic made up clowns.
Large red lips and big flat feet
horrify me amidst others
sidesplitting crazu glee.
I am with the hawkers’
cotton candy, cracker jacks
until the ring is darkened
and I leave this pit of panic.
All to pay is a stomachache
much too very real.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 12, 2012
For David Williams Circus contest.
Categories:
aviaries, places, me,
Form: Free verse