Vejo a alma
De Silvanas, Jéssicas, Elis, ELI,
Elaines,Roses, Rosicleias, Thaises, Francines,
Marildas, Flávias, Miriams,
outros nomes variados,
que vieram de todas as partes do Brasil e do Mundo.
Vejo as Almas,
criadas para fazer e acontecer,
explorar o novo e o inesperado
em nome do Sonho e da Causa.
Vejo a alma
Colhem imagens
despregadas,
todas as outras almas
por elas sentem atraimento.
Almas que a tudo correm,
Do que é real o entendimento.
Essa ação
é amor,
é a própria natura,
por sua forma que a elevar-se tende
a tudo correm,
e inspiram!
Vejo a alma
Vejo as almas
das mulheres que vejo,
gerenciam atenção
e ficam atentas,
também ao foco,
onde o elemento seu mais dura.
Seus nomes,
formam ação que não se aquieta,
conseguem a posse que pretende
Lutam, cuidam,
Vêem, pois,
que da verdade excede a meta!
AH Almas!
Aquelas que acreditam
e aos outros assevera
sabem que são capazes,
de fazer o que quer que seja.
CONQUISTARAM O DIREITO, DE TER SEUS NOMES REGISTRADOS NA HISTÓRIA.
St David our patron and wearer of daffies
Lynched by the English who named us all Taffies
With our fellow Celts, they feared we would stand
and repel Anglo-Saxons from all British land
But spring-time did come, along with a truce
The trumpets of yellow announcing the news
A change in the seasons, a break in the rain
The daffodils dance in the warm breeze again
*Happy St Davids day for March 1st
Dydd Gwyl Dewi I pawb yn Cymru ar Mawrth 1af*
For Francines Daffodil contest
29th Feb 2012
Narcissus (Daffodils)
Narcissus has twelve different divisions
All as beautiful as one envisions
From trumpet small-cupped to Jonquilla
Split Corona and the fragrant many cupped Tazetta
With trumpets of yellow, coronas of pink and orange or red
Even the pretty Triandus with its nodding head
Some have fragrance some have none
All displaying beauty trying not to be out done
Narcissus the correct terminoligy for Daffodils
For Francines' Daffodils or ***** Willows contest Feb 2012
Francines Leaves
when leaves some leave, and often sail away,
do they wait for the tide like sailors do,
do they ever figure out just why or who,
does the wind these words inscribe.
The leaves have fallen like our men,
no rhyme or reason, death of friend,
sombre words the season... ....
Don Johnson
Summer night, dogs bite,
par for the course old fellow,
river down, flooded town,
Yellow Belly were, biting are,
Jewfish sure are sorrowful, huh.
12-jul-11 Don Johnson
Francines contest Summer night tanka
SandGoanna Blue
Blue sky they said, it was overhead,
not like the Los Angles pink.
Sangoanna walked by,
with a black an blue eye.
I asked him what do you think?
I’ve been into it too,
with cattle dog blue.
Hi think he gave me an hernia,
I fanged him a bit,
dummy cared not a bit,
think’s, I’m getting a little bit wormier.
He staggered away, in a wobbly way,
Old blue was just bound to snicker,
Went to the fowlhouse,
Just past the outhouse,
Sucked eggs, dodged Rooster,
a bit quicker.
Almost Francines con. got sidetracked.
Don Johnson 29-june-11
Sky so blue
Ah the sky was so blue,
we looked an we knew,
The rain was never about.
We never had rain,
For three years again,
Perhaps there’s another drought.
The ground cracks like a curse,
In the black soil it’s worse,
With no blades of the grass,
Trees chewed on alas,
Death, the result of no rain.
Eternity passes, dead grass an molasses,
We will have to send them a droving,
Down the long paddock route,
Any Tucker about?
Send her down Huey we’re praying.
Sky was blue for Francines contest 28-june-11
Barefoot
Off to school and then go barefoot,
in the 50s running wild,
Elvis was singing blue suede shoes,
Used to listen all the time.
Bare foot out a playing football,
kicking, stinging poor old foot.
Bindi’s, Goatheads , sometimes stinging,
Ignore the pain an counter, boot.
Bare foot rolling in the black mud.
Parents couldn’t tell to call ,
were we black or whiter kids.
Mud covered as it did,
mud covered us all.
Francines' Barefoot
Sparrow
“You are just a sparrow Honey Chile “
“I’m not” she said to him
“You sort of sometimes drive me wild”
She said “it is no sin”
“So shut up Chook I’m gonna talk”
He clamps her beak so thin
She squeaks an something, squawks
And then she does him in
Don Johnson
For Francines competition 2nd
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