Garage sales are fun but estate sales are even better
I love looking through other people’s incredible stuff
It is a great way to find that kooky Christmas sweater
To find red petticoats and turquoise jewelry for a cuff.
An album full of photos of people from the olden days
Paisley bell bottoms from the seventies and a fur vest
Classic 1940’s pinstriped suits in navy’s and gray’s
And a beautiful Birdseye maple homemade chest
I take a peek at this lady’s baubles, buttons and bows.
In oranges, greens, silvers, satins, and periwinkle blue.
She has left them behind in meticulously straight little rows
I may have to buy a few. How about you?
Categories:
birdseye, fun,
Form: Rhyme
image making
at the epicentre
communicated
in a whirlwind
vastness
detailed in a birdseye view
hypereal
idiosyncratic
passion
unconventional
yet
exhuberant
exceptional
to dazzle
impress
with eloquence
the fantastic
arrayed
in new facades
revealed as ornate
&formal
in
layers of
opulence
Categories:
birdseye, art,
Form: Verse
If I was an Australian lorikeet
I’d allow you to call me Mr. Birdseye Pete
Flying to the East Indies rather neat
Yes I would travel far to find my sweet.
Pretty nest we’d make that you could not beat.
All eight of our boy birds we would call Pete.
The girls would be called names that rhyme so neat.
Possible names like Jeet, Bleat, Feat, and Sheet.
I will have a wife the next time we meet.
Or my name is not Mr. Birdseye Pete.
Categories:
birdseye, fun,
Form: Monorhyme
Levitating: calling all
Molded into a bowling ball,
six pins on the wall
At evening all go low
Silver light shining
White beams flashing,
Closed eyes and minds rising
Heads: Moving up and down-
Bodies passing through the ground
Think I can't see it oh no
G's moving silently
B's watching like we-
don't know that they follow laws
So we moving slow mo...
Everybody shouting O...
Birdseye view: watching 360
Degrees; the boys got toys,
Listening to those who whisper
They got flashes on the skies,
Firing shots when heard
Its hard to live but they-
shouting Long live,
Categories:
birdseye, imagery, imagination,
Form: List
Birdseye view descent
Window panes surround and melt
Breath deeply of pine
Categories:
birdseye, mystery, nature,
Form: Haiku
This is not for those with weak stomachs.
She pulls out her teeth
One by one
Feeling no grief
Just a job to be done
Alone in her flat
Supported by a wall
A malnourished cat
Together they crawl
Starved for a feeling
More stout than despair
Nothing to bring
Not a soul to care
An irritable guard
Positioned outside
A cushion of lard
Softens his hide
He dares not glance
When she passes by
Fixed in a stance
She wants him to pry
But she knows he won't
He just doesn't care
Most people don't
Even those that stare
So there she remains
Two floors above
Bound by chains
Rejected by love
A rope, she places
With a Birdseye view
Staring dead at their faces
Her lips are blue
Categories:
birdseye, humanity, loneliness, poverty, sick,
Form: Rhyme
When I was young I laughed at everyone
made fun of others that I should not have done
I had no regrets never looked back, til now
when I see Desiree's contest and it shakes me somehow
It says to reconsider laughter and I feel chills in my bone
like the time I skipped school then lied once at home
Or the night I was drunk and let my mom down
Her mom had died and I was no where to be found
All of a sudden the laughs seem to haunt
To awaken my soul and make me just want
To reconsider the fool that I have been
Pray Lord forgive me for laughing in sin.
*****
Contest: Reconsidering Laughter
Sponsor: Desiree Birdseye
Submitted by: Judy Konos
Categories:
birdseye, introspectionmom, me, me, mom,
Form: Rhyme
Here's a tale I've told before
From when I was a teen
The subject at the time was sore
For I caused quite a scene!
Had a brand-new bathing suit
My first bikini ever
I figured I looked mighty cute
And that was my endeavor!
Up the high dive I did go
Winking at the guys
Time to give them all a show
Bending legs and thighs
Diving off the board I went
Far as I could take it
One way my body was sent
Bikini didn't make it!
Off it flew into the air
And left a naked me
Falling to the water there
For all the world to see
So embarrassed my face was flushed
Gone was little Miss Sassy
In the water I stayed and blushed
Humiliated lassie!
** for contest "Reconsidering Laughter" sponsored by Desiree Birdseye
Categories:
birdseye, childhood, funnywater, water, ,
Form: Rhyme
One of my favorite things about you is your smile
But you rob me of it by trying to keep it hid
By covering it up
By trying to refrain
Just seeing you TRY to refrain cracks me up
Seeing you smile
Hearing you laugh
Brings such pure joy to my soul
So when you do, I drink it up
When I realize certain things you do
or certain things I do makes you laugh
Makes you smile all the way up to your eyes
I make note of it so I can use it
EVERY chance I get
Even if that means enduring something....
Gross
Weird
Risky
Silent but deadly
But hey a girl's gotta do
What a girl's gotta do
Even when you ask me
With a sly smirk on your face
"Pull my finger"
and you smile that wonderful smile
And I immediately start laughing
Although pulling the finger
Might result in something putrid
Any kind of embarrassing sound
"Basking in the ambiance"
I pull the "trigger"
Sometimes a sound follows
Sometimes it's a dud
But nonetheless
We burst out laughing
And I get to see you smile
Hear you laugh
All smells aside
All sounds aside
I'm am full of happiness
All because of the pull of a finger
(For the contest "Reconsidering Laughter" by Desiree Birdseye)
Categories:
birdseye, funny, happinessme, me, smile,
Form: Free verse
Oh guide us eagle spirit
towards our newborn spring
Lend your wings for our safe
passage, your voice we'll
follow as you sing
From your birdseye view, our
food and shelter we will gain
over mountains through our valley's
your wings beat loudly on the plain
Shadow us from danger, give us
flight on wings wind-swept
carve the light through
rained on forests, soar the
plateaus steer the steppes
Once spotted land for living, tip
your left wing then your right
we shall bless and name your
spirit 'Soaring Eagle Fear No Flight'
This is picture inspired by my favorite artist.
Her name is Bev Doolittle and she creates
amazing illusion works of art/ Mostly native american.
It is up to the viewer to stand back and find the
image(s) within her paintings.
This painting is called 'Season Of The Eagle'
But i put my own title to the poem i was inspired to write.
Categories:
birdseye, native american,
Form: Rhyme