There's a word I often hear is it an alibi,
it's that four letter word of busy
So what does busy mean, an excuse to procrastinate
or is it that your brain is in a tizzy
One could merely state,
I chose to put lesser issues aside
Some important issues arose,
my attention was required
So does busy apply when,
you are busy watching tee vee
Does busy apply when you have a mobile phone
always in the hand, diversion required instantly
Does busy apply when the mobile phone does ring
and it's a voice you don't want to hear
Does busy apply when you're spending time at home
busily drinking lots of beer
Does busy apply when
you are spending time asleep
Does busy apply apply when you are following
the ways of all the other sheep
The way of modern life especially in the cities
everyone seemingly in such a frantic busy rush
I recall my boyhood days many years ago
it's much more relaxing living in the bush
No noise we make,
Walking in line as to fit in with others,
No words I dare speak,
As to nobody to hear..
We leave as if a routine,
Walk to the car, others follow suit,
drive away as it’s only a building,
places to go, things to do, life doesn’t stop..
Arrive at home, perhaps the park to take a quiet stroll, this has become my church, a lonely empty bench calling my name, is thus my pew?
Ducks busily looking for food, GOD will provide, who will feed my empty soul, no judgement no liability here, for Our GOD the Father breathed life into MAN, made squirrels, birds, the squirrels and eagles to soar high above the sky to bring joy to HIS daughters and sons of HIS, My empty soul thus falling down my cold winter face, “Thus is my daughter from which I am PROUD”. I hear, see your hurt and sorrows deep within your Soul, I am with you thus very moment, Lean on Me my child, let me wipe away your tears”.
Darkness is upon thus park of which is my church, another day is drawing to a close, sane time same place My Child, Mass is ended, Go in peace to love and glorify my Name.”
He knows how to repair my hardware
Yet he still lacks flair in helping my software,
But I know someday he will get there,
I am just ahead in years of self-care.
He pressed a few of my buttons at first,
But he has never been one of the worst.
I just took his advice wrong in an outburst,
Yet I was always thinking of him with a thirst.
He knows himself as much as I know me,
But he never felt truly as free as he could be.
Now I'm going to show him how to see
What it means to be loved sincerely.
He's that IT I can always call upon sweetly,
But I have to be patient as he works busily.
He'll someday catch up to my mentality,
But for now I'll enjoy what he offers freely.
The draft dips downward, limbs swaying in the wind;
fearless butterfly hovers over a branch.
Listening too late, one strong gust of wind
propels her towards an overhanging tree.
She grabs hold; hunching under leaves; she waits it out.
What a story she'll have for her kiddoes tonight.
Audacious bee is busily engaged
stockpiling nectar from nearby crocus blooms.
He hears the wind's howl and quickly crawls to safety
deep inside a budding flower blossom's petals.
"Wind's too strong to risk flying back to the hive;
I might land in Timbuktu or the Sahara."
Hard-working ants had set out on their quest early;
word has it that there's treasure on Ridge Rd.
Hauling crumbs twice his size, along the dusty path,
weary ant has made three trips already by noon.
More slowly, he trudges along with his last load
and gets wind of a blast coming his way.
Dropping cargo, he cowers to a crack just in time.
brown cows mow the dell
stalky egrets pick up ticks
busily quiet
Hush, listen can you hear it?
the sound of buds breaking free
sight of seeds pushing through earth
life returning, the hum grows ever louder.
The pace is starting to increase
more and more the signs are clear
Spring awakens sending winter away
no more do bitterly harsh winds blow.
The flowers of spring high light
the meadows. casting scent
and colouring the borders
hush stop and listen to spring.
Birds flitter busily collecting
their beaks stuffed full of all sorts
lambs bleat to all who will listen
as they frolic back and forth.
Ah the joys of spring gladden
the very souls of all who listen
sun beams shine warming each living
creature both two, four and many legged
Now the waiting is done
once more rebirth occurs
what a wonderful world
we are blessed with
Somewhere in the general melee
we lost our imaginary horses,
their ghostly neighing
added pathos to this momentous moment.
It was decided, we boys, and one sister
of a boy we hardly knew,
that Custer must die, the Indians win,
there could be no sudden victories
plucked from certain disaster.
We had no Indians,
one bow with a rubber-tipped arrow
does not make a gathering of the tribes.
We had no Custer,
six dark haired kids, no long flowing hair,
no mustaches. Undaunted
we marched on to meet our heroic death,
lip-bugles tooting, makeshift flags flying.
A fertile field of battle was selected.
At the site of our coming glory,
it was disheartening to discover,
a growling construction site,
giant bull dozers,
tractors, and iron-toothed diggers
busily tearing up
our hallowed ground.
Jim (my best pal),
loudly proclaimed: " fork it,"
to no one in particular,
then sloped away,
hands in pockets -
an event which I now consider sadly ironic,
for ever since,
we have lost all sorts of battles
over many a fertile field.
Two Bees or Not To Be
Bumble bees buzz busily
In Betty’s big back yard
Balmy breezes blow in from the bay
Beautiful the butterflies
That flutter here and there
Bluebells and begonias gently sway.
Beyond the far horizon
Below the setting sun
Bobbing boats upon the water blue
And far above the seagulls soar
Bemoaning with their cries
Two inconsequential mortals,
Me and you
Perched
Songbirds,
happily,
sing their chorus.
Their rainbow feathers -
shimmer in the sunshine.
Busily feasting on seeds,
with wings rapidly fluttering.
Their chorus becomes a symphony;
a joyful morning serenade to all!
Hummingbird’s perch sipping fresh liquid gold,
while their wings flutter in luminous green.
Soon to be zipping, zooming, flying bold.
Sunlight brightens their tiny plumes to sheen.
Purple finches feed on sunflower seeds,
while joyously singing their whistling song.
Songbirds join their chorus of trilling speeds,
now perched feeding, preening, they won't be long.
Red Robins frolic upon the wet ground,
welcoming their chirping sounds of delight.
Busily looking for worms to be found,
enjoying their jolly Spring feeding plight.
Sounds of joyous songbirds welcome in Spring,
rejoicing summer will soon be in swing.
Plants spring from the ground…
Spring is in full bloom all around !
Hibernating animals become awake.
In their activities they busily partake!
All over in nature, joyful bunnies, we see.
They come hopping to play with you and me!
Causing not the slightest fuss,
They bring out the child in all of us!
The world awaits with bated breath
pause, listen and most all feel
there it is, a deep sense drumming
in the back ground coming to life.
we all feel it, indeed yearn for it
insistently wait for it to come
then all of a sudden we can feel
the gradual warmth winter is defeated.
He shies away taking with him the freeze
allowing SPRING her rite of passage
everything comes back into blossom
almost battling each other for its space
All around we see new tender leaves
feel her warmth stirring things to life
watching birds fly to and thro building
busily their nests for new hatchlings
Riotous notes peel out thrilling us
as delightfully they fill the skies.
Snow drops fading as crocus fill
beds with startling shades of colour.
At last we can peel of the extra layers
wear our pretty clothes never can we
match Spring's awesome display of style
Indeed she gayly leads us towards Summer
Winter winds howl and rustle barren trees
As snowflakes coat like frosting and freeze
Dawn’s early pink colors emerge in the sky
The sun starts to warmly brighten and dry
Tree tops shimmer under the golden sun
The winter magic show has now begun
A red cardinal’s perched feasting on seed
His feathers glimmer as wet snowflakes bead
Snow sparkles like tiny diamond crystals
Blanketing the ground and nearby thistles
Squirrels scurry about chattering away
While busily stealing from feeders all day
Cedar waxwings feast on frozen berries
While their whistling chirping carries
Crows cackle and circle around
Heed warnings as snow surrounds
Nature carries on despite the bitter cold and snow
As Winter’s show magically glimmers and glows
Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh
Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France
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A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.
Did you know
At the community hall
The janitor cleans
For no pay at all
Quietly cleaning
Day and night
Crumbs and wrappers
In his sight
He never complains
He just gets on
Busily cleaning
Til all is gone
Modestly staying
Out of view
He seeks no praise
From me or you
Even leaving behind
Gifts for us all
Droppings aplenty
From the rat at the hall
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