crested canary
looks like a chimp
~ sings like a champ
AP: Honorary Mention 2025
The mountain was crested with snow
towering in the slate gray sky
Oh, how it made me wonder why?
Where I am going, I don't know!
A light wind whistled through the trees
Could answers be calling to me?
In this familiar place to be?
I tried to listen with some ease.
Then, it seemed the mountain did speak
with strength across the frozen ice
It brought me some thoughts, oh so nice!
Beauty all around,, nothing bleak
The crested mountain had its say
This moment for beauty to touch
The rest didn't matter so much
Absorbed with silver, white and gray
Heidi Sands
1/13/25
*8 Syllables
(C)opyright
Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
You have made me want to change.
To love the shrubs, grass and trees
To love the foxes and the bees.
The sky is blue, the clouds are fast
Oh, how I wish this moment would last.
The tides are running early and late.
I think that this should be fate.
How does the water look like glass?
how are the days fast when they pass?
how do the owls stay up all night?
If I were like you, I know I'd feel right.
Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
Thank you for helping me change.
By shadowed lantern light I've written verses
about flying fish and Charybdis' guzzling curses;
of humpback whales that breach crested waves
then plunge to the ocean's depth of watery graves
October 16,2020
Gregory Barden's Rithimus Divisa 10 Contest
a verse from 'Sailing Mystic Seas' ~ 8/28/20
The snap of canvas
set Her ropes groaning.
And She skims the waves,
Her wood planks, moaning.
A spray of salt brine;
wets my lips and tongue.
Nature's elixir,
which helps keep me young.
Foamy, frothy peaks;
are crested and kissed.
And indigo waves;
morph into a mist.
Chasing brisk breezes;
She leans to one side.
And I'm elated;
near bursting with pride.
But exaltation
died on the next swell.
For emptied of wind;
Her sails drooped and fell.
Steal young almonds
Under the full moon
As spring fades
Come on in again...!
Let's go straight and
sail
In the bluewatered lakes,
In the far Australian
coasts;
And nest in the waving water
With the floating vegetation;
And romance in the
green isles
And dance at mating time.
Blue crested collar man (an origional song)
i'm out on the fringe
with a stringless guitar
the silence of my strumming can be heard both near and far
hard times are a coming in a fossil loving car
big men stand up with their heads in the sky
angels dressed in white raise the taxes oh so high
for the blue crested collar man who can't even afford to die
(chorus)
cause everybody knows or at least they should by now
that not a thing can follow you when all the lights go out
so you can boil that bitter brew and feed it to the poor
but tell me what your gonna do when they wont eat no more
(end chorus)
i'm breakin my back just to hold you up
you can tell i'm thirsty but all i get is your empty cup
you make me go and fill it cause you can't get enough
i'm out on the fringe straining my ear
for the voices of the ones who lock themselves inside from fear
it's the great thief of time and it steals another year
(chorus)
(end)
On the threshold of the evening
Before me, mounds of dead leaves
Brown, limply sodden, resistant to angry winds
I stand and watch another day's bitter passage
Coiled with the same winter darkness
I croon my spring serenade of loneliness
My voice fills the void with sad lyric
Which dwells over mornings that couldn't be sung
When fog hooded the appearance of the sun
And the frost hid the garland of green
Yet, here, at last, peeking through the doleful gray
The stars are shining..
As if been sewn upon the fabric of a sequined sky
Beckoning my song to reach the crested moon
With the knowledge that tomorrow will come....tomorrow will come...
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Inspired by Brian's Strand's contest "Tomorrow is Another Day"
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