Can't you see the vibrant reds decorate the horizon?
The leaves crumble, but the trunk remains stuck in position
The two birds swoop by, they're just like you and I
Floating to the canopy to gather materials to nest
But once they arrive, the tree's roots have gone dry
Nothing for the young lovers with future plans
Once they set off, the tree cackles quietly
It fools the ones who need it the most
And for those who were born with gold in their palms?
They get the most of the leaves and the shielding bark
But the poisoned sap left afterwards tricks each con artist
Sweet like maple syrup, it churns the gut and stops the heart
For every day of mockery was like a yellow sign wielding caution
Even the plants which are twisted like chain link
Had motives and viewpoints, while reserved and cunning...
Sometimes it shrieks, hoots or creaks,
whistles, cries, trills or squeaks,
rattles, russles gurgles or moans,
babbles, crackles, grunts or groans.
Sometimes it chatters, chirps or howls,
baas, ribbits, hisses, roars or growls,
cackles, coos, squawks or crows,
chitters, bleats, clucks or bellows.
Sometimes it, barks, buzzes or caws,
clicks, gobbles, gurbles or heehaws,
moos, humms, oinks, meows or neighs,
peeps, purrs, quacks, snuffles or brays
the silence of nature is a never-ending song,
forget your troubles and come sings along.
Thousands of ants move in a line
like they're driving on a two lane highway
A vulture stares into the distance
while its talons clutch dead remains
It pecks here and there
the carcass jerks
The animal may still have life
The vulture does not care
Shadows dance across the ground
More vultures are on their way
As they land they scan the area
They are not worried about feelings
They peck
and peck
The animal is beyond dead
yet the vultures cackles grow louder
They have taken all the life from that animal
and still they want more.
SQUIRREL’S SOIREE
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Sam the squirrel, sprightly and spry,
sought a soirée under the sapphire sky.
With acorn appetizers and nutty delights,
he danced with delight through the dappled night.
Chirping chums and critters abound,
cackles and chuckles, a charming sound.
In a twirl of tails and a flurry of feet,
Sam spun in circles, a soiree sweet.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Black Birds Flying at Wal-Mart
I see them gather, flock on flock,
At 7:30am sharp, they start to squawk and talk.
The sun peeks up, the horizon glows,
The air alive with cackles and crows.
Their feathers bristle, sharp and black,
They soar and dip, they dart fourth and back.
Their eyes, a yellow shining disc,
Reflect the light, a golden whisk.
The parking lot, their chosen stage,
They flutter, and fly in trees they engage.
Heads turn left and then to right,
When they fly the sky turns a speckled night.
They peck at crumbs, on scraps they dine,
Their steps in rhythm, a sequenced line.
Among the cars, they dance and sway,
When humans enter their territory they fly away.
From tree to light poles they take their flight,
Under the Walmart’s neon light.
Upward they rise to poles they glide,
On top of Walmart’s walls they nest and subside.
On the back of the wind, they wheel, and turn,
For insects, food, their hunger burns.
The Black Birds gather on shopping carts.
Masses of Black Birds flying at Wal-Mart.
Spotted coat, sharp teeth,
Cackles break the night's dark hush,
Wild pack's hungry hunt.
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I’ve befriended these corners and gripped onto time,
comfortably content with the ghosts in my broken nights,
like hollow frames without their unspoken canvases.
Within those walls, I’ve let my charcoal pin dance
to the sounds of your devious poison that put you in a tragic trance ,
the vibratos of your cackles and joyful glances.
How you took my empty lungs on a ride of jubilance,
how bruises and blood became souvenirs of resilience,
softening the barbs and shortening my tolerance.
You’ve shown me how humor is a forsaken brilliance.
In your arms and in your heart,
every sunrise became ecstatic art.
I wonder if you could still see,
through the surreal skies and chaotic clouds,
how everything you’ve left in me beams in a sea of crowds.
Your smile was my lesson in molding mercy,
and the snort that came after was my sanctuary.
I wonder how many feathered fairies seek you to make their day,
leaving them breathless with nothing left to say.
One day, we shall meet again,
when I’m buried by a fleet of birth-bound men,
through the magical doorway beneath a six-foot hole.
On that day, we shall gather our dancing coals.
She said some words and blackbirds cawed
As she stirred her cauldron to a goblin's applaud
Her nose was crooked, her skin was green
As her cackles echoed on Halloween
The Halloween night was filled with gloom
As she patrolled the skies on her trusty broom
She was looking for stragglers, those who lagged behind
Then she'd swoop down and catch them, their fate unkind
The first one she brought back began to scream
But this only made the old hag's eyes gleam
She waved her hand to and fro
And turned him into a crow!
Then off again on her broom she flew
As her cauldron bubbled with a fearsome brew
She saw another straggler dawdling by a gate
She swooped down swiftly to seal his fate
All her victims would scream and scream
Wishing and hoping they were in a dream
10-11-2024
The sun SIZZLES on the scorched dry sand
As he sits before me and brushes my hand
He runs to the ocean to SPLASH in the sea
He SHRIEKS with delight whilst he's looking at me
The ocean it BABBLES a slow lilting song
Its depths of bright turquoise can be heard SIGH along
All at once there is RUMBLING as the sky turns to grey
The pricking of goosebumps on a bright, CHIRPY day
As the ocean retreats in a menacing way
It pulls and it GROANS and it drags him away
Up ahead in the shadows a gull CACKLES its joy
As the loud CRASH of water takes hold of the boy
The boy calls out to the crowd on the shore
The laws of the ocean means the boy is no more
Cackles were heard from down under on a hill far away
fifty little saucy spiders scurry helter skelter out to play
A hefty witch stirs her cauldron next to her Bagoon
snake eyes spoon an evil mush as feet dance around the room
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead
The stars in heaven grow fangs and the moon wears a skirt of thorns
chainsaw demons flee the sky with decapitated scorn
Oh my oh my Halloween frights are here, although the night is young
old smelly garlic garlands have been strung,
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead
She's here to petrify, terrify, horrify and glorify her trade
when they get here they will drink purple blue Kool-aid
Oh Gee Oh Gosh she has lost her pompadour galosh
perhaps its hiding in the pumpkin squash
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead.
Wicked aged woman,
wreaking harm with cauldron,
warty nose, crafty eyes;
Wisdom sees through dark guise!
When riding purple broom,
wild crone cackles at moon.
Warblers on crimson skies.
Land of laughs and cackles
An amusement park built to lighten any mood
Freed shackles
Falling down slopes
Chewing on bites of funny food
Lift hopes
You see
Life is not rude
Whee!
Land of laughs and cackles
Chewing on bites of funny food
Whee!
The little yellow frogs
are pumping their thighs
creating synchronous ripples
over the lily pond,
it's a musical moment
but a silent one.
A Blue Jay cackles-out,
its scolding rattle
slaps my ears.
The frogs for a short while
croak back,
then return
to their silent work-out,
water music resumes.
Soft-shelled things by their sources laid
On spots assuring them no raid:
In my poultry picked up by maid,
With care handled or her upbraid
“Boiled or Omelets but with bread,
For my breakfast do as I’ve said!”
I’d quip: Mirror Image of Earth!
As birds live, we’ll record no dearth,
In shape completely the oval -
All Eggs and The Earth are global….
Egg-laying time the hen cackles,
With man’s presence: rising hackles!
Snakes wouldn’t want you to come near;
Once you do, for your heels I fear,
That of Powerful Eagle rare:
Sure, The Eagle won’t seekers spare!
The glad choice of some shrines and gods;
Extend them and they’ll drop their rods;
You won’t again be hit like pods;
From then a life of happy nods…
When dropped or found on the ground: eggs
Time to carefully drag one’s legs;
Why each week in my abdomen?
Not its yolk liked: it’s Albumen.
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