Captain Bee of the Ship McKee had a reputation all over the Seventh Seas
A pirate narcissist, who made people grovel down to their knees
He had cold steely blue eyes, and he was fearsome to the point of absurd.
I was fearful of this pirate, until I realized that Captain Bee is a canary bird.
Mattress and roses
A great day in Cascais, sunlit and soberly warm.
We have bought a rose-coloured mattrass
easy to install, the old one was heavily loaded by
memories of a time of a healthy life.
I was thinking of getting a canary bird let it fly
inside, let out wild birds will kill the canary
Resolved angry dispute sealed with love
objectified as a burrow where children do not enter.
Someone homeless can sleep on it before it rains.
Ultimately, the old mattress will end up in a landfill.
the vibrating tones
with burning commitment -
death trapped in cages
13.08.21
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Mattress and roses
A great day in Cascais sunlit and moderately cold.
We are changing a mattress the new one was easy to handle
But the old was too heavy we need someone with
Arm muscles like Hercules and he was healthy.
I was thinking of getting a canary bird, let it fly around,
outside it would be killed by wild birds.
Resolved, the lair, angry disputes that were sealed with love.
Objectified as burrow were children didn’t enter.
Someone, homeless can sleep on it before it rains.
Eventually, the old mattress will end up in a landfilling-
In Riverside, a bird used to live years ago
nearby the only window of his branch,
a big lovely tree, he often sing terrific warbling
rhymed cool songs early in the morn
and so every day at sunset. I asked
Is it a canary bird flower with some other?
Who makes that lovely "prose and poems"!
Isn't it strange?
That death can clip away the canary?
Canary's tales-
One might cease to wonder!
Death, why thou smile?
Only of transformation,
Have you perfected!
But can the memoirs be cast away?
All birds know its beauty,
All Lords know its strength!
Strength in making many miss,
Sorrow, fear, yet, a forlorn look.
Who shall sound the note?
Who shall say more of the canary than its deeds!
Canary's wings; now a sight of old,
Canary's voice; a slight hammer when remembered.
Tell tales of the canary,
She has only changed it form!
Parrots!
Doves!
Humming birds!
Eagles and its hosts, pay tributes
Bravehearts smile aside your lay,
Strong ones share your tales,
For death; rejoiceth,
Knowing not, a transformation done!
I fear not for transformation,
I fear not for th cold wings of sly
While I cease not to ponder,
Like men of days,
Death; be not proud, yet,
An indispensable ally.
I am a yellow crayon inside a crayon box
I have no hands and no feet
But if you like to color
I know you and I will soon meet
I’m not used as much as red
Or maybe even green
But I’m always lurking somewhere
In every picture you’ve seen
I am the color of the sun
On a bright summer day
I bring light to the world
And make the darkness go away
I am the color of a canary bird
Flying through the air
With its wings spread wide
It can go anywhere
I am the color of daisies
That you pass by on the street
Children pick them for their mom’s
They make a lovely treat
And I am the color of hope
I’m there when people get down
Just one look at me
And I’ll get rid of your frown
So you see
I’m everywhere you look
I’m in the picture on your wall
I’m in a child’s coloring book
So if you would like to meet me
And have a little chat
Just open up the box
I’m the yellow crayon in the back