I built my home high up in a giant oak tree
two kookaburras and an owl lived next to me
the day birds chattered all morning, conversation bright
hoot owl kept up a continuous hooting throughout the night
an orangutan moved in showing off his big red butt
I could not ignore it, so moved down to a hut
saw the shadow of a lion through my tent one night
moving to a houseboat tomorrow, trying to get it right
It was just like before riding my bicycle along the beach my tire rolls right over a star fish braising bump and scratches on my knee the gulf was thirsty for human blood this year as the manatees floated belly up the pelicans shivered with empty beaks again the school of sharks gathered while the dolphins danced chattered sea urchin washed ashore I put salt water on my wounds feeling sad that the sea turtles rushed back to sea unaware of the mexican oil spill there home covered in black tar I walked my bike passed the book store just in time for bob crab shacks oyster bar funny the owner yelled come on in gal why you looking so blue in that moment the blue oyster became my signature name on the beach the sun shined the breeze blew softly over the nape of my back silence abode over the Caribbean Sea
Quite
cheery
I left home
on a bright morn' ...
The trees were lively
and birds chattered and sang ~
Happy and optimistic
I walked with a high bouncy step
feeling whimsical and fanciful
saying how are you to all those I met ...
Numbness poisoned flowers
spooky nights serenaded
with chattered cowers,
wounded grasp cascaded
panicked voices bloomed
mother's smile paraded
with gleams doomed,
yearning hopeless answers
as death roamed.
Garrulous old man
Who chattered like a magpie
Is my grandfather.
The Angelic choir of Journey Fight welcomed our Uncle Bo. The sun was warm, the atmosphere was brisk, and the wind brought chills down my spine. An aroma of sage filled the air as my mother and I followed a trail. The sea otters chattered amongst themselves in the bay.
On our way to the Sea Lion Point trail to spread Bo’s ashes. I sat on a substantial rock and watched my mother spread my uncle’s ashes at his favorite place at Point Lobos as the wind whispered, carrying Bo across the vast blue expanse where he wanted to be. We said our goodbyes, and raindrops began to fall from our eyes. Bo’s spirit will always be here forever, at our special place. Point Lobos is where I go to visit my Uncle Bo.
My Uncle will eternally be in our hearts, and never, apart, there will always be a void in our lives.
We're worlds apart
It seems to me
Unknown before
So blissfully
Unaware
That friendship
Stalked
This earthly plane
Until we talked
Once
And then again,
Again, again
We chitter-chattered
Just present
Spirits
Catching up lost
Time
Was all that mattered
Maybe mixed in
With much time
Passing
Some healing-love
Perhaps amassing
Not quite
Romantic
A different kind..
The sort that souls
Do rarely find
But when that
Rare
And precious heart
Beats in time
With words that
Rhyme
Right from the start
On this one view
We altercate
You say it's
Luck
I call it
Fate
Maimed in Maimi,
Dead in Dallas,
Cut short in California,
Obliterated in Oklahoma,
Consumed in Colorado,
Fired in Florida,
Killed in Kentucky,
Torn in Texas,
Murdered in Michigan,
Chattered in Chicago,
Nabbed in New York,
Critical in Connecticut,
Gunned in Georgia,
Mad men wielding guns,
Liberty for fools,
The value of life they cannot spell,
A Culture not defined,
Yesterday it was Texas,
Tomorrow, you know not where
In that land where guns replaces logic
Walls were covered in cobwebs that chattered.
Splash is flaking from the crumbling floodgate.
It was flawed to wait while you were battered.
Walls were covered in cobwebs that chattered.
A long time of hush leads in aged flattered.
And some items that may freshly relate.
Walls were covered in cobwebs that chattered.
Splash is flaking from the crumbling floodgate.
Written: February 20, 2023
she was gone
no longer filling an earthly place
but, the world went on
people walked and talked
cars drove on the road
the wind fluttered the leaves
but I
felt like an empty shell
walking aimlessly
with no destination
finally, I stopped to rest
on a park bench
and was quickly joined
by a pretty colorful chirping songbird
oh, how he chattered and twittered
a precious song
and I could not help but smile
and let my tears fall
I think he was a little bird angel
sent by Mom
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January 19, 2023
Poetry/Verse/bird angel
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1518-805-19
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 01/27/2023
Written for the Premiere contest, Brian Strand, No 1172
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/19/2023
COURTSHIP
Trekking took us on mountain top
Flocks of birds chirped, chattered and hoped.
Off and on foggy curtain to drop.
We two sat in front of fountain.
A day of courtship on mountain.
Love! Probable or certain?
Frolic fountain oozing droplets,
as diamonds shine on my wristlets.
In mind poem rhymed in couplets.
Love adorned with crown of glory.
For the day we forgot worry.
Every droplet told our story.
Our courtship now to roll and run
May be in rains or under Sun.
Two young hearts sink in unison.
08/13/22
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
I hate so many leave
Blame me for how it all ends
Now your posting all the time
Without me even when I was still there
We said, we were strong enough
But when the tide got rough
And it fell apart
you didn’t stay to fix what we broke
You just tossed me out
Like a paper weighted piece of trash
On the the ground
Fighting to let you go
I wish you would have stayed
With me but you walked away
And I cried from the stress of it all
Hoping it was just a dream
We said, we were strong enough
But when the tide got rough
And it fell apart
you didn’t stay to fix what we broke
You just tossed me out
Like a paper weighted piece of trash
On the the ground
Fighting to let you go
And now the things that we broke
have split so far, we can't go back
you know I tried to glue the pieces
But you chattered it, thinking it was only me
Pinkie was a fluffy butterfly kind of faerie.
She was free spirited with a beautiful soul.
She cared about everyone, and they knew it.
People gravitated to her as if she was cotton candy.
When she got married she invited the entire village.
There was no exclusion. She put an advertisement in the paper.
Everyone is invited, she told them. You do not have to bring a gift.
Of course, everyone did bring one, for they loved her.
She had been babysitting for the raccoon family for years.
The opossums and squirrels came because she fixed their paws.
She had a gentle touch and could take out slivers of glass and such.
Each animal appeared at the wedding to check out the faerie king.
He had better be a good man, they chattered to each other.
He had better be kind they warned the violets under their breath.
They were immediately happy with the king. He was a gentle soul.
Congregation cheered when he kissed his gorgeous bride, Pinkie.
Lockdown kills the poor
The world is changing
Who got eyes let them see
The poor is slowly dying
Their pains are unbearable
It use to be hard to survive
But now is harder than
It use to be
How can the poor be
this more poorer
Alot of job lost
Alot of income chattered
It like a systematic warfare
And it silence kills more
Than the virus
Lockdown kills the poor
How can you lock a hungry man down
Without a basic necessities
How could the third world feeds
It own in this era
Before this time
Somany can't feed in the third world
Somany are out of job
Somany are out of the balance
Of life
And now never bring no good
Instead it bleeds the opposite
It so sad when the poor is locked
With out no help
An African youth once said
And I quote
Richard the hunger virus
Kills us more than the covid
Reading brought joy to my heart.
Each book, an unopened gift.
Beginning to end, lost in every part.
Among the pages, I would drift.
My mother and I would plan a day,
for a trip to the library in town.
I happily chattered along the way,
too excited to ever calm down.
For a few hours, we would browse,
through the sections to find.
What interest the books arouse,
perhaps to challenge a young mind.
Back home with our selected treasures.
I had to choose just the right one,
that brought anticipated pleasures.
With my book, off to bed, the day was done.
My passion for books, a love affair,
has lasted through the years.
Each volume handled with loving care.
Finding within, both laughter and tears.
Sadly, what was done without a thought,
has become a difficult challenge for me.
I miss the joy that reading has brought.
In a book, once my favorite place to be.
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