The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
Mine to know...
the Maltese Breeze
he flirts with me
can't let me be
his fingers trace
my rounded face
my hair he twirls
my skirt's a whirl
he has no care
this Maltese Breeze
alone can dare
and set me free
The Maltese Sea
now beckons me
wets my desire
in moon glow fire
that rides the waves
as my heart craves
His liquid arms
and all his charms
This Maltese Sea
so vast so free
is calling me
is calling me....
I close my eyes
as Maltese Air
caresses my lips
in great fanfare
I breath him in
in sheer delight
by his might
I pause a while
my life on hold..
my heart, it beats
so brave, so bold
The others, they just
walk on by
and yet I wait
alone, I sigh
Awash in light
of Maltese Moon
the Maltese Breeze
just simply croons
and Maltese Sea
he, murmurs sweet
and I am lost
In Maltese treat
The magic starts to fade away
I start to walk, I cannot stay
They've called me from my reverie
I rush to catch up with the three
but turn for one more blessed glance
at Maltese Moonbeam's fond romance
There's more to me than what they know
more passion than what I can show
The Maltese Moon, she smiles at me
For we have shared sweet ecstasy
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are threatening to abandon en masse
I was perfectly sane
till they pissed in my brain
negotiations are at an impasse
It pains me to mention
the bone of contention
menacing our peaceful existence
my voices of own creation
went above their station
with mutinous and unfair persistence
Old Mother Hubbard
had sneaked to the cupboard
to steal skeleton bones for her yapper
the skeletons in-wait
welcomed their bait
with little resistance managed to trap her
As to why she'd no clue
their demands were few
and until met they'd keep her as hostage
twixt two skeletons squeezed
the hag was well-pleased
only in dreams she was ever in bondage
The skeletons vacated
on their long-awaited
crusade for their rights to be equal
a sudden scurry in my head
when the voices I have bred
became hushed, which was rather unusual
passed a colorless wind
voiced their single demand: to remain
"We were made to vanish
to a dark cupboard banished
we demand henceforth to share your domain."
A resounding "No!
You'll stay down below
we're totaling 20, including the yapper
there's hardly space
the din to embrace
and an hour-long queue to the crapper."
"Then the beldam Hubbard
will remain in the cupboard
lore would have it, bare to the bone
the cupboard, that is
not the hag, whose Maltese
diced up raw will be fed to the crone.
We implore you most
kindly engage our host
in negotiations and if necessary plead
we want into his brain
and share your domain
or prepare for a skeleton stampede."
PART 2 TO FOLLOW. THIS MIGHT TAKE A WHILE, AS I'M LOCKED IN HOSTILE NEGOTIATIONS
Copyright © delysia hendricks | Year Posted 2013
On the island of Comino
Naked rocks are burning hot,
Without mercy, sun at midday
Robs the shade from every spot.
It’s a bare desolate area,
Here the snakes are free to crawl,
Lazy lizards meditating
Where the gnarled wild bushes sprawl.
I trudge on towards the inlet
Drawn by water cyan blue;
It’s deserted and inviting
For it’s known only to few.
I arrive and there to greet me
On dry sand a wondrous sight
I behold, sensual, alluring
Virgin flowers dressed in white.
*Comino is one of the islands that
form the Maltese Archipelago.
22nd January, 2015
Contest: Hidden Beauty
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
Pretty crystal dish that holds
A rainbow delight
Layers of coloured custard
Jam spread sliced sponge cakes
Sprinkled with sherry
8th November 2014
Contest: Make Me Drool with Epulaeryu
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
There was once a maiden who lived by the sea
with lustrous lips that dried too soon
like early dew perched on a tree .
She once was beautiful with skin so fair
A veil of lilacs covered her hair.
Her eyes the brightest of moonglow beams
Her voice, a drifting wave on a late night breeze.
Her dimpled smile lit each dark alley
Her carefree spirit reached every valley.
This little maiden had never married
though noble blood her womb has carried.
Undressed from innocence, her tender flesh
has felt the warmth of drunken breath.
His fingertips exposed her neck
and then trailed down along her back.
She couldn't move, She couldn't scream
At last, She ran not to be seen.
She ran so fast to be set free
She raised her son, lone by the sea.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough
To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will be for some time
Their poetry to read is my treat
The first lady to seat is a gem
Her novels just shine from her pen
She's a New Jersey girl
Who makes my heart twirl
Her poetry flows 'tres bien'
The second lady to sit at my table
If given the chance, I'd surely enable
She's Maltese, she's Celene
A Mediterranean Queen
Her name would be beautifully labelled
The third lady who I now show to her chair
Her writing just makes me openly stare
It's oozes life's desire
It makes me aspire
Table Top Mountain, I wish I was there
<*> Not for any contest, but I thank Michael for the idea, ty <*>
Thank you Carolyn Devonshire, Celene Crescent & Wilma Neels for being you,xxx
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
We got off the plane in Malta after our flight
Reached the arrivals hall and to our delight...
there to greet us with a hug and a smile
Paul Callus, his wife and his lovely grand daughter Valentina
THANK YOU PAUL - YOU MADE MY HOLIDAY COMPLETE BEFORE IT HAS EVEN BEGUN!!!!
Written in my hotel room in Sliema Malta
27th October 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Everyone loves our dear sweet Charmaine
This adorable young lady of Poetry Soup fame
Just had a Birthday
Apologize I'm late
To my Maltese sweetheart, best wishes I convey
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
Everyone knows our dear Charmaine
From the Mediterranean Isle of Malta
A beautiful lady so loving and gentle
My admiration for her never falters
Charming and sweet are a couple of words
Describing this dear loving soul
I hold my breath till her name appears
Since this ageing heart she stole
Others on the site are sweethearts too
Can't possibly mention them all
But this is all about Charmaine Chircop
That dear sweet Maltese doll
Since the day Charmaine came into my life
The sun has never stopped shining
She fills each day with such joy and kindness
Forever on her love, I'm dining
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
Quieter than usual I stand alone in my veranda
looking over a lamp-lit street-bench
Across the ocean a plane lands down onto the runway
where my wind- swept words would not be heard
and my mascara stained cheeks will not be seen.
Lost I whisper "Farewell my little child Farewell
Go chase the stars Live life Count a thousand ways to smile
Spread those wings Fly free Build up your destiny
Go girl Explore the world Ride on its golden wheel
It takes you places magical places wherever you want to be
Do all the things you aim to do Believe in all that makes you you
Walk Run Run through lavender fields Don't turn your back on the foreign breeze
Its sweet Its soft Like I described it A million nights into your sleep.
Oh my one my only child a maltese beauty
with noicettes eyes with sweetest charms and hazel hair
When was it that you turned into a lady of a kindred soul and a smile so fair
Oh my one my only child with a determined mind and a spirit sublime
In my absence Do not fear In lonely silence seek me and I'll be there
Shawling your solitude with sudden care Humming a lullaby on our old rocking chair
Covering cold nights with blankets of love Whispering stories about God above.
Oh my one my only child I know there's cursed distance that will keep us apart
but distance is only a grain compared to my heart
Its the heart of a mother that beats to your own And wherever you are
It keeps on protecting you It keeps being your home.
My child My one only child ..."
Ps : My daughter Christina is only four years old , but a mother sees not only the past and the present when She thinks of her child, the future is a vision She thinks of from day one with soul, heart, and mind.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016
Oh latin guitar boy
with mischief in your eyes
and comfort in your smile
I thought I could forget
that night when we've met
That night when lost stars
blinked with helpless regret .
That moment we said the final goodbye
The night when our cry
filled the clouds in the sky.
A lot of moons have passed
since I have seen you last
And it has been a while
since you have crossed my mind
I thought I was over you...
Yeah,thought I was over you.
But last night in my dreams
I swear I felt a breeze
Caressing my pink lips
touching my pale cheeks
And I knew, I knew it was you.
I knew nothing has changed.
The voice, that foreign accent
as you called-out my name
And I knew, I knew it was you...
I knew nothing has changed.
As you were leaving
I just begged you to stay
You kept getting closer
Warm hands cupped my face
You could not walk away...
And there it was you
And there it was me
And there it was us
in tango again.
And I knew, I knew it was you
As always ,in forever
As in a better time
As in another place
I knew nothing has changed
After the rain,the breeze,
the sheets, and pillows of pain
Our hearts, these hearts are still beating
Unless I stop dreaming
We are , We are still the same
Just a simple fiction lyric -song inspired by the song -'Breathlessly
by the maltese singer Claudia Faniello '
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017
This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me
We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But for tonight it's our chemistry
After a three hour flight
In Malta I land
To the hotel I am taken
Corinthia Marina so grand
I am now booked in
On my balcony I await
Looking over St George's Bay
For my Maltese date
I hear a knock at the door
As I open at ease
A beautiful sight I see
Has my blue eyes in please
A dark haired maiden
With skin so tanned
So beautifully dressed
Like a million grand
On the balcony we sit
With a vintage red wine
My heart is pounding
At her beauty so fine
I lay down my glass
In pursuit of a kiss
She responds like a magnet
Our lips now in bliss
I take her by the hand
My Maltese girl
My heart pounding
In an ever-ending twirl
Into my arms I take her
In kissing embrace
Our hands now in wander
In undressing grace
We fall on the bed
Of silken sheets
Where our adventure begins
As our bodies meet
In carnal crave
We join as one
As we are shadow dancing
In the late evening sun
The depths of our love
As we share our potions
In arched sync
As we sigh and groan
At the moment we have shared
For tonight on this brave island
Our love has been declared
We awake in the morning
Entwined in each others arms
And our sensuous joys
We spend the day
Holding hands and kissing
With my Maltese Maiden
In many years, we'll be reminiscing
For a Lady, whose heart is as big as the island she stays on " Charmaine Chirop "
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
This dark haired beauty
Whose romantic words grace us
Our Maltese Maiden
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
I can repeat the beat without knowing what I’m saying Just clap your hands and stand dead beat's just a playing Don’t shrink or think just feel me and keep on paying From the cantos to bantos from the pantos to rantos The desperate Esperanto’s all about the fat wrap They mime they rhyme fifteen minutes of their time It’s money in the bank skanks let’s make a phat rap From the cultis to multis from the Maltese to the falsies Words should cultivate and motivate berating literally I’m not getting paid haters hate but that's my itinerary Pull out your urban dictionary but listen to what I said I mean what I say in a relative way this is to be read Debating the tone you illiterate thugs Meaning is out there not under a rug Your deadly lyrics so you got paid Bullet to the head is all you repay From the Maltese to multis From the cantos to bantos You got paid
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
A delicious crispy snack
Made of rice and maize
Packed in special airtight bags
It is such a craze.
Cheesy Twistees are attractive
They are tasty and unique
The result of rare technique.
They are healthy, baked not fried
Now a household name;
Many flavours to boast of
Rapid rise to fame.
Cheesy Twistees are attractive
They are tasty and unique
The result of rare technique.
Curly Twistees are so yummy
Nothing beats them, it is true;
Once you try them you’re addicted
You’ll get one for price of two!!
Paul Callus ~ 31st May 2015
Contest: Sing Me a Jingle
Sponsor: Lyric Man
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
With these lines I’ll relate an intriguing tale of dubious accuracy
For I Hope to unveil sordid affairs of more than one conspiracy!
Be warned, that though you might be disturbed by the facts I relate?
They are the truth and nothing more. This I do categorically state!
When they were first perceived, even I found myself somewhat surprised
So without more ado, here’s my beguiling tale, so best be advised
These facts of conniving, collusion, conspiratorial low down dirt,
Are strictly the truth as I’ve uncovered. This I will sincerely assert!
Discovered first was the morning blush, sighted on our Rambling Rose,
Polly Perkins. What happened during the night, no one really knows,
But it caused every beetroot and radish to blush exceedingly red,
Regarding suggestive innuendos made of what took place in her bed,
And to her spending the night with Mr Lincoln. At least she’d the grace
To be embarrassed. This was obvious by the blush that covered her face!
It was thought her capers, were the cause of tomatoes to deepen a bright red hue,
While tender eggplants, observed to be jealous, turned from green to blue!
Next we saw Scarlet Runners and Morning Glories, embraced around a pole,
Having been carefully planted far apart, it showed what liberties they stole!
As for their brazen exhibition of defiance there was little gall they did lack;
Purely by chance we unearthed this twisted liaison taking place behind our back!
Then, when we discovered brazen trailing Verbena had crept into Petunia’s bed,
We realized things were getting serious. Degenerate debauchery had truly spread,
Which was confirmed later when Marigold was seen snuggled close to Daisy.
Not only were we astounded, but convinced our gay garden had gone crazy!
But Marigold has been seen in many other beds. This bold, shameless hussy
Tries her seduction on a variety of vegetables and flowers. She’s never fussy
About the company she keeps. Cohabiting with Veronica and Cleome for instance,
Though Bearded Iris ignores her capricious ways. Discreet, she keeps her at distance.
Along with Ladybird who seeks the company of seductive night scented Stocks,
The Ruby Throated Humming Bird pays regular visits to our Salvias and Phlox.
Even here there’s jealousy seen when she calls on her select chosen circle of pals,
Snubbing Virginia, Pansy, Aster and Black Eyed Susan. Such captivating gals!
Seen within our perennial beds are many plants that require close supervision
Such as Sweet William. One blatantly inclined to wander, determined on scission.
While the haughty but flamboyant, brightly dressed Maltese Cross spreads
Her offspring everywhere. Her loose living ways are what a gardener dreads!
Like Jacob’s Ladder, whose wanton seedlings distress the more sedate plants
And members of more compliant groups - oft overrun by populous sycophants;
Resentful they sulk; fade then leave an empty space, which is all too soon occupied
By brazen weeds and less restrained species, unless strict controls are applied!
Then there’s the Obedient Plant. A flower that prefers its own company when out:
Though one less obedient I’ve yet to find! Raised from permissive stock no doubt?
Datura who is known to keep close company with Poison Ivy and Stinging Nettle
Is bent on running riot! With Aconite - all plants to cause pain and test our mettle!
An exception is dear Black Eyed Susan, who blooms when summer is almost done.
This welcome sight for tired eyes, stands tall; boldly unafraid of anything or anyone,
Exhibits a dash of gaiety when others begin to look tired, drab, woebegone and drear,
She adds a certain dignity to the chaotic abandon seen towards the end of the year!
Furthermore we mention in passing, the seemingly innocent, Herbaceous Garden:
Such goings on! With not so much as “by your leave” or “we beg your pardon!”
When one looks at it more closely, here prevails a true hotbed of seething liaisons!
Basil being the first we’ll mention that is found seeking closer ties and relations.
When others lower their defences, his invasive ways usurp any unguarded spot!
Being ever willing to add his two fragrant scents worth to any pot pourri pot:
Given a chance will associate with Lavender and Rosemary in aromatic conspiracy,
Though he may come to Rue the day should he challenge their proven supremacy!
Our prime concern is to keep the various garden beds neat, clean and pristine,
By removing any offending plant, if their encroachment offends. Perhaps unseen,
We’ll miss an odd weed or absconding plant which strays from its designated site.
But one seen is removed, as will all others which by their location is deemed not right!
We’ll permit no hanky panky, illicit intrigue, nor allow unruly or risqué behaviour,
On such occasions our trusted, stalwart hoe proves our ever ready garden saviour!
There are many times the garden appears a seething hotbed of immoral association
With wicked alliances fostering a confusing cauldron of flagrant prolific procreation!
One might well consider it a rampant breeding ground full of sex and seedy innuendo,
For during the first warm days in Spring and summer it arrives at full crescendo!
Should one place an ear to the ground to listen closely, one might hear the activity
Which takes place around us every day? Nature in gay naiveté exhibits a proclivity
Towards promiscuity, which could well bring discomposure to a gardener’s place,
Were it not for his deep understanding of Nature’s laws, tempered by tolerant grace
Though a garden displays devious contradiction, originating from the damp dingy soil,
It brings rewards to a good gardener with ample satisfaction for his unending toil.
Rhymer. September 3rd, 2016
Copyright © Denis Barter | Year Posted 2016
Ambitious Amaryllis arrive soon,
Bloodroots beauty appears to bloom.
Colourful Camellias grow in shade,
Daffodils dance in garden parade.
English-daisies pretend as innocent,
Freesia flowers friendly and fragrant.
Gleeful is the glamorous Geranium,
Hyacinths cling in cluster they come.
In too many shades Irises are seen,
Jovial and joyous are the Jasmine.
Kind are the keen Kangaroo paws,
Lamb's ear some attention it draws.
Maltese Cross active and anxious,
Naive and nervous are the Narcissus.
Orchids are obedient with open-eyes,
Pampered Pansies, peep in small size.
Quince flower is bright orange-red,
Rockrose arrive as shrub and spread.
Stylish smile surrounds Sweet pea,
Trillium flower has petals only three.
Umbrella Magnolia shines like star,
Virginia bluebells stunning they are.
Wallflowers stay silent and are shy,
Xyris watches with her yellow eye.
Yarrow are tiny tightly together,
Zestful is Zephyr in lovely weather.
Nature's colour in flowers is seen,
Among all seasons Spring is queen.
April 18, 2016.
Spring Flowers - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
New or Old 5 - Poetry Contest
Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016
On the balcony of our room
We stood alone, just you and me
Watching the rising crescent moon
The twinkling undulating sea
Inhaled the salty fragrant air
You had your arm around my waist
Warm breath that flirted on my nape
The teasing lips ready to taste
Let out a sigh, there was no haste,
It was yet early in the night
Temptation waited by the side
It lingered, silent, out of sight
I’d longed for moments just like this
You smelt so good, tasted divine
Our lips were locked in urgent kiss
Full bodied gift like rich red wine
Your gentle hands removed my dress
Dilating eyes filled with delight
For I wore not my thermal vest
The heated passion filled the night
A cloud went by, obscured the moon
Now things were not how they should seem
I was alone, he was not there
This must have been a Maltese dream!
Collaboration: Paul Callus & Jan Allison
30th October 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
...Hoender - Afrikaans, Pulë - Albanian, ???? - Arabic, ?????? - Belarusian, ???? - Bulgarian,
Pollastre - Catalan, ? - Chinese (Simplified), ? - Chinese (Traditional), Piletina - Croatian,
Kurecí - Czech, Kylling - Danish, Kip - Dutch, Kanaliha - Estonian, Manok - Filipino,
Kana - Finnish, Galiña - Galician, ??t?p???? - Greek, ??? - Hebrew, ???? - Hindi, Csirke -
Hungarian, Kjúklingur - Icelandic, Ayam - Indonesian, Sicín - Irish, ?? - Japanese,
??? - Korean, Calis - Latvian, Vištiena - Lithuanian, ??????? - Macedonian,
Ayam - Malay, Kylling - Norwegian, ???? - Persian, Kurczak - Polish, Pui - Romanian,
?????? - Russian, ???????? - Serbian, Kuracie - Slovak, Kuku - Swahili, Kyckling - Swedish,
??? - Thai, Tavuk - Turkish, ????? - Ukrainian, Gà - Vietnamese, Cyw Iâr - Welsh,
????? - Yiddish, Huhn - German, Frango - Portuguese, Poulet - French, Pollo - Italian,
Pollo - Spanish, Chicken - Maltese, Chicken - Slovenian, Chicken - English.,...-=.....-=..-=..-
=......HA! HA! HA!...for old times sake...lol...Your Kidster, Your Majesty.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2010
I just can’t leave without saying:
at least bye for now or ‘till we meet again.’
a conventional phrase we always say
to people we’ve met and cared for.
In another country like in Italy,
Ciao o arrivederci is a common cliché
in Spanish they always say, ‘hasta luego’
and in my own language, ‘hanggang sa muli’
As Filipino myself it’s a lovely thing.
to have that courtesy before leaving;
it’s an important gesture, an ethical manner
at least to show a smile or word of thanks.
I remember where I was assigned before,
working with immigrants like those Italians;
some Hispanics, Maltese, Irish and Sri Lankans,
it’s a universal thing to say bye for now.
Then another mission assignment came to my life,
that’s a tough one working at the borderline
that’s between El Paso and a city in Chihuahua
Ciudad Juárez, a place where I lived with Mexicans.
While I study and work at the same time
there’s an element of joy and compassion
I saw how these people like Mexicans
struggled to live and coped with life.
I really enjoyed my relationship with them
I even developed my own sense of freedom
to be creative and compassionate to them
A real commitment, like a song to my ears.
But when that time came that I ought to leave them,
I couldn’t say a word but just a sweet smile,
they understood right away that I’d stay no longer
in our Casa del Migrante, a place of hospitality.
As I was leaving my mission to face another role
in another context, place and working relationship,
some close friends and faithful followers,
organized a party with music and camaraderie.
And I still remember how they spoke about me
saying in a chorus of voices: ‘we’ll miss you,’
that’s a moving experience that even now
I recall those mem’ries so precious to me
that I cherish them all in my heart.
It’s a memorable scenario, a moment of joy
with a cadence of notes unfolding –
un beso de despedida!
though in a short period of time
Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012
She being Christina
Poetic Maltese Maiden
Such lines I've learnt
Growing my poetry grading
Of love, life and it's surrounds
Many a day took my breath away
You only have to read her words
From the page I hear them say
Be unto others, and they'll be unto you
Love all those around, in turn they'll be true
But more importantly be you, for you are their core
As they are to you, the word love she so adores
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012
Mom, Grandma, Nancy, Stephen, June
Laughing, talking, cooking past noon
Clean, fresh vanilla candle smell
Messy house means all is well
Christopher, David, Penny, Jan
My dog Short Stack; my biggest fan
Sweet caramel Hershey kiss
Sour lemon Lipton iced tea; Brisk
Melanie, Ashley, little James, Sebastian
Cousins sharing stories with great passion
Sincere talk with my lovely niece
Rough tug a war with my Maltese
Frank, Barb, Allen, Deby, Steve, Debi, husband, wife
All couples with true love in their life
Icy Crytsal Geyser water; cold
Steamy green bean casserole
Myself, Allen, Steph, Rob, Tami, Ron
Texas hold ‘em, reminiscing about Don
Innocent ones filled with love and hope
Raw feelings, finding strength to cope
Alicia, Terry, Frances, Marea, Gayle, Beth, Danielle
Close friends who about anything, I can tell
Together on opinions about men
Apart in our attractions to them
Icy chill in the air forcing others to touch
Friends and relatives we don’t see enough
Hot red bonfire, eggnog with brandy
Cold blue lips, children with candy
Missing my dad, wishing he was here
Taking comfort that others are near
Quiet glances, whiff of cigar smoke
Loud voices, sip of Bacardi and coke
This day is a day I will always remember
Memories to hold until next November
Hate how time slips away too fast
Love this day and want it to last
Here’s a toast to Thanksgiving Day 2010
Until next year when we celebrate again
Copyright © Lori Jean Phipps | Year Posted 2010
My Maltese falcon and falconer
Of words, soaring above the net of love
I use to walk from tree to tree
To hear on earth the strangest thing
The falcon that flies and sing
And every house and every yard
In world that was all soup
Cherished you, so beloved your thoughts
So beloved you
I heard a feather fell and became a spring
Came to drink of it
And find you not again
Singing from limb nor rill like before
Did ever a heart tell so sweetly?
Did ever a falcon hunt so obscurely
In the forest of the passion bright?
What pining and what longing we did feel
Fishes pierce by beak and reel,
O sweet love, O verse beyond compare
How shall I let you fade into dust
And all the shadow of my jasmine bringer disappear?
How shall I forget friendship and trust
When we built the old camaraderie here?
But these virtual walls hold me now to despair
What if my friends need me
What if time has shaken their human crust
Against the global village now I rage
That bid us fly in a bigger cage
I cannot hunt this imagination alone
I need the falcon to guard my throne.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
My Maltese dog Short Stack barks wildly at animals on TV
And his reflection in the mirror when I hold him up to see
The hamburger helper hand from commercials gets a loud reaction
Either a real or cartoon animal whether moving or having no action
Dogs, chickens, roosters, ducks even people if on all fours
Eddy the Jack Russell from the show Frasier he totally adores
The family guy dog, Brian gets recognition and so does Cesar Milan
The dog whisperer is his all time favorite show that’s why I leave it on
Barking only at characters with similar animal traits I find rather peculiar
Can he actually distinguish between what is and what isn’t familiar
He doesn’t bark at pictures of animals in magazines, photos or a book
Or even at my computer screen of animal videos or photos that I took
Maybe it is real to him because my television is such a large size
I find him mesmerized by the screen as if truly hypnotized
Adorable and hysterical at times this odd dog behavior state
Although I live alone when the TV is on I have a roommate
Copyright © Lori Jean Phipps | Year Posted 2010
Maltese bows toss and roll
Within liquid diamond waves.
Pulsations of foam in a crystalline field.
Poseidon's herd a joyous lot
these dolphins at play.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014