When out last week
a-looking around
heard the the boys in the band
and their sound
rocking out all right
a-pleasing the crowd
with strings and keys
playing so loud
while out that night
a-doing the town
saw the boys in the band
getting down
hands were a-clapping
knees a-slapping
toes a-tapping
flip-flops a-flapping
in time to the music
of the Beach Bar groove
where at five bucks a beer
I had nothing left to lose
nothing there but the Beach Bar blues
Penguins standing proud;
Wings flapping as if to fly–
The ocean waiting:-
Penguins flapping wings…
Ducks floating in the ocean…
Splash! Ducks fly away…
Beneath the water,
Wing-flapping penguins soaring;
Landing at the shores:-
Moments remembering
The ripple on the water
As they plunged together
Blue sky God laid
Magical day
White butterflies
All kinds
Lord Your Kingdom is wonderful
No other beauty resembles
Birds whistle and song
Every note belongs
We are honored to see
As my Lord left for thee
To help others find healing
Through comforting feelings
Jesus Christ' heart
Remains the magic of our hearts
God built us strong
Loving and beyond
** Shopping Center Blackbird **
He, rising in defense of the others,
Presenting himself, to all with ears
To hear and before all eyes,
The black, flapping silhouette atop
The silver, double-bulbed street lamp;
This loudest shrieking,
Not to be ignored
Blackbird,
Appearing actually,
Half the size of his declaring all
This territory his own —
That expanse of dark blue
Paved spaces, surrounded
At a slight distance from an oval line of trees
— Yet he returns from his diverting
Watch of the over-all
To nest to rest hidden in security
And warmth, all tucked away
Behind the green “Y” of
The “Subway” store’s shopping
center sign.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
A wise old owl this duffer's become
Trying to appear brilliant, flapping his gums
At times what comes out
Gobbly gook creating doubt
Bout the power of the brain or am I just a bum
Flapping wings
The extinct bird of evil
survived in the mindset of many,
Flapping its wings
casting dark shadows
of things to come.
Trump, I hear you say,
the show starter
his antics merely funny.
The darkness begins to fall
in Europe
turning back like the salmon
to its origin.
Nazism is on the rise again
you hear its demand
from north to south,
your hear from democratic
politicians
changing hymn sheet.
Too much freedom is painful
for the people who think
they have the right to speak freely.
Order is the word we hear
we must restore order.
Our liberty is a stake
we must wake up against consumerism
and don´t be led astray
rise up against Nazism now
tomorrow it is too late.
Clothespins squeak
Sheets flap
Absorbing the scent of nature
obvious flapping
struggling for a few seconds
flowing with wind now
following a cloud
astonished forest watches
eagle disappear
A wise old owl this duffer's become
Trying to appear brilliant, flapping my gums
At times what comes out
Gobbly guk creating doubt
Bout the power of my brain or am I just a bum
Harsh are the winters
in North America and one
must drink hot coffee
or chocolate to revive
himself, not to let his bones
freeze and possibly crack.
By a window frosted with snow,
one sees mountains and vallies,
even an occasional hungry deer,
or a groaling scary grizzly bear
looking in the open trash can.
My inconsolable glance is fixed
on that white blanket when
a snow flower winks at me,
it's sadness is lack of sunlight
as we both lament meadows
that stretch under splendid skies.
Dreaming sets no limits whatsoever,
it's a boundery as infinity as space,
venture into it, excitement awaits you;
when winter refuses to leave,dream!
Perhaps tonight going to sleep,
I'll dream of the whitest sails flapping
departing for the Mediterranean Sea;
o starless night, breathing in mysterious
silence, make me dream of Sorrento
as soon as reality vanishes and dreams
begin with the voice of the young sailors
cheering...hoping to find their sweetheart!
Written on 8/11/2017
Trump Mouth Flapping
Found Trump's mouth again to be flapping
At what he had said everyone was gasping
And could not tell truth from a puny pun
Played with our minds and was having fun
My memories of him seem to be lapsing.
Jim Horn
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Flapping in the wind
bouncing to and fro
hanging on by a thread
knowing shortly I'll let go
I remember when . . .
that day you brought me home
I was so fresh and new
bright and bold
bounded tight
you'd cinch me up
I'd keep you warm at night
As time went on
I no longer cleaned up well
but still I was your favorite
bringing to you warmness
comfort when you need it
and the scent of your loving home
I know I will never be
the one you fell in love with
and many others will take my place
I will never get the picture out of my head
when you would put me on
that glow upon your face
Flapping Away
Ron said he needed a new place to stay.
From his apartment, he’d be cast away.
I offered my couch, thought he’d stay a week,
not settle down like a well-worn antique.
It wasn’t long before complaints ensued;
my cooking, my clothing – what’s with this dude?
His cigar smell filtered throughout the house;
when drunk each night, he became quite a louse.
Worse yet, Ron spoke of joining in marriage!
Perhaps he sought more cause to disparage.
One morning he woke; all my things were gone.
My support he could no longer count on.
My note on the fridge made my feelings clear;
it was my time to leave, my time to jeer.
I’d have paid money just to see Ron’s face
when he learned his habits I’d not embrace!
“I put YOUR name on the lease. Rent’s due NOW.
To your inane whims, I will not kowtow.
“I gave all I could – feathers in my cap.
This jig’s up; I’ll spread my feathers and flap.”
*Written April 26, 2015 for Tammy’s contest.
boughs sway in high breeze
flapping dance on the tree top
leaves' rustle music
I sense their presence within me
and actually hear their descend;
I pause for a second and listen: they are following me
with close footsteps to safeguard me from any fiend!
O guardian angels,
never lose sight of me until day dies...
ever guide me on deserted roads
under starless skies!
I may slightly tremble as leaves
by encountering fearful shadows,
but stars into another sky
will dazzle and resemble Paradise!
I have reached the other side of the island,
so happy to begin my day and feel free:
only splendor lies before me...
that new sun will be warmer than tropical sand
after darkness and fear!
And still with an attentive ear...
I hear their invisible wings flapping,
to add more joy to a wonderful feeling!
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