We cannot bury cosmic birds
they land not where we are …
their feathers of colours unknown
we see them flitting by, their speed
of light outlined in gold upon pylons
greengrocers watch in awe
open parks will not entice them nor
sunflower seeds magnetise anisodactyls
waiting on cliffs so high (...)
we wander not there ~
in woods near farms of warriors
where they now plant apple trees —-
since knowing consciousness is One
we label their flight in Light Language
mystic like streams flowing peaceful ~
There lie our buried heroes at rest.
We hymn songs of freedom as they flap
our emblems long past buried —-
they descended from realms of seraphim
cores spin vortices from which we drink ~
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Placed : 7th : Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand
May ‘26
mint
a green thumb
the green-eyed monster
as sure as God’s green apples
they gave my plan a green light
green around the gills
a green back
jade
teal
village green
golf course - putting green
the hanging of Christmas greens
a sergeant wears his dress greens
why does brass turn green?
turnip greens
lime
moss
green bananas
greenhorns are naive
greenware has not yet been fired
what is the greenhouse effect?
he lost his green card
greengrocers
pine
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