Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning
heavier than usual, today they felt enormously weighted.
have I always been this bogged down? He wondered
Weighted down from end to end, fowled from way back.
his wife did not ask what was wrong.
She has learned it is better not to mention his aches and pains.
the cage feels pretty confined when he is flying like a hummingbird.
He gave her part of a stink eye, but she pretended not to see.
Phoenix men are grouchy in their older ages.
Point had never been grumpy in his youth.
When the babies were growing up.
Now they were gone; he had lost purpose.
Why don’t you reincarnate this morning?
The minute she said it, she knew this was a mistake.
Point gave her another mean look.
“Why? Do you want to get rid of me?”
She begged him to get a hobby, but nothing interested him.
I would be grumpy too, if I did not have a hobby, she thought.
She wandered into the back of their cage and began to write.
“Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning….”
Categories:
fowled, writing,
Form: Free verse
The hunter now without missing shoots,
And so the eagle without perching flies;
Who's wiser between shooter and flier;
Under direr circumstances above, guys?
When discretion finer discretion meets,
Who wins when each sharpens disguise?
Between keener fowler and slier fowled,
Who's truly more unbeatable and wise?
If the going ever discretely tougher turns,
That tougher get going no matter what;
Yours shall be valiant victory in the end
Regardless of how hard your effort's fought!
Unerring let their missiles aim
At softest parts of your fragility;
Simply wing your nonstop flight
Higher above hunter’s hostility.
Categories:
fowled, adventure, allegory, anxiety, blessing,
Form: Didactic
A chicken farmer named Bob Coats
fed abnormal things down chickens’ throats.
No bad effects were visible
but Bob became miserable
when his chickens laid eggs minus yolks.
Categories:
fowled, animal, stress,
Form: Limerick
Turkey farmer Jones was seen as a kook.
Many declared his whole life was a fluke.
But they were not aware
Jones had learned a skill rare,
he was fluent in speaking gobbledygook.
Categories:
fowled, animal, language,
Form: Limerick
African mind thinks in circular shapes in a box
Freedom of expression cut in miserable pieces
Rights deleted from the hard drive discs
Children offered fish in schooling as education
Ask me; how can the African be African?
Never in this generation is answer available
More; mindset is framed, re-framed and fowled
Injected with doses of imported confusion as virtue
New generations taking old mantles in blind loyalty
Doom looming and booming without wings to fly
State to me; can such mind make African, African?
In a happy mood there’s pessimistic optimism
Not later but soon Africa can recover the lost glory
Assured is a bright but self-made future for Africa
Being a heavily enslaved, colonized and tortured race
Opaque foreign policy is the answer to development
Xenophobia, other phobias must be buried though
Categories:
fowled, africa, allusion, philosophy,
Form: Acrostic
Turkey farmer Jones was seen as a kook
many claimed his whole life was a fluke.
But they were not aware
Jones had learned a skill rare--
he was fluent in speaking gobbledygook.
Categories:
fowled, judgement, wisdom,
Form: Limerick
That deeper sleep
Oh, Lord you keep,
the glories row
was Thy bestow!
You fowled the sport
of vane retort
that I but perish
without Hope!
Oh Resurrection
not reject
the God of Glory
to report ~
This vision grant
I so repent
eternal praising
promise meant!
With a loud clap
like thunder's rap
will wake and rise
from passing's nap!
Categories:
fowled, bereavement,
Form: Monorhyme