Coldest day yet, 'fore new bairn was christened,
mother's muse foretold as hearth embers failed.
Scripture held tight, she quietly listened,
as cradled creature withered, weeped, and wailed.
What secret kept a mother by proxy,
pallid face adorned in humanlike form.
Life borne so different any other,
unabashed at life's ex utero norm.
Green-gilled coveting mother's pride they wait,
singing forgotten changling's mirthful strains.
Off sibling snatched by fae's strange fostered fate,
sad imposter never thrived, yet remains.
Mother's cast away changling unwanted,
yet child's love remains true and undaunted.
The beginning
When the ocean hit the shore, sea spray flew up
The droplets that flew the highest became birds
The droplets that fell on the strand became life
Some drops that had Iris within became humanlike
The sand that was washed back into the sea
Became fish, the ocean foam became insects
the Man, was born; as they crept to seek shelter
Most of them were eaten by birds
Smaller droplets cooled by the breeze became
Tigers, wolves, and deer whose beauty lit up the glen
Where flowers bloomed and rabbits roamed in peace
Till humans became predators and rulers
The sacred iris people, who had a soul and sense
Had a choice to make, to become angelic or live
In a competitive world that had no room for losers
That is why humanity lives in conflict with itself
The beginning
When the ocean hit the shore, sea spray flew up
The droplets that flew the highest became birds
The droplets that fell on the strand became life
Some drops that had Iris within became humanlike
The sand that was washed back into the sea
Became fish, the ocean foam became insects
the Man, was born; as they crept to seek shelter
Most of them were eaten by birds
Smaller droplets cooled by the breeze became
Tigers, wolves, and deer whose beauty lit up the glen
Where flowers bloomed and rabbits roamed in peace
Till humans became predators and rulers
The sacred iris people, who had a soul and sense
Had a choice to make, to become angelic or live
In a competitive world that had no room for losers
That is why humanity lives in conflict with itself
His cinnamon-tanned chests are bagels to taste.
He knows to pop little cherries and put gals into place.
His shredded-flexed arms are as mighty as the Ancient Greek God.
The winsome wimps wistfully hope; they are awed.
His lips are quite scheming; they call for a feast.
As they start to act not humanlike, they turn into beasts.
Only your eyes can describe how good-chiseled he is.
A single drool from your mouth can never give you bliss.
“Oh, you can look but you can’t touch!”
But you’re just one of those hundreds under Charlie’s clutch.
An Angel’s visit (My warm blessings)
Waking up in the midnight hour, it was so quiet,
but only the sound of hooting owls and loud ticking of a clock.
Humanlike footsteps passing through the window,
which brought a lot of fear into my soul.
So dark in the room, in-betwixt the curtains…
there was a little gleam of moonlight, another sign of life apart from just breathing.
It was not a hallucination but reality of course, I blinked my eyes in an effort to wake up,
there was strange lights yet so beautiful like a Christmas tree, colorful lights twinkling all over, it was an angel’s face covered with a pure-white lace.
Indeed heaven was performing its miracles, the woman I always wanted to meet,
passionate and affectionate,
yes I was fortunate to get myself in the hands of this soul mate.
It was not just a hug, but a romantic-bonding. It was not just a kiss, but a mouth-watering.
Luscious lips, curvacious and or voluptuous. What a lovely-creature!
She smiled, delightfully but with tears of joy, and whispered in my ears YOU GOT ME.
Take care of her, don’t scare her… you will see the power of a loving woman.
It was worth the visit… Blessing I should say.
To have a better understanding,
Peoples in my view; mind; and heart
Are in three categories: faithfuls my beloved,
Atheists whom I do not hate, they express their inners;
Last category are hypocrites: the damn humanlike lizards and chameleons.
Friendly Animals
A flock of human like penguin stood on the icy shore, in the water
sharks waited, but the birds had to catch food for their families.
One at the edge jumped into the water - actually it was pushed-
and it survived mainly because the sharks knew by letting the first
one live, more birds would jump and they did.
Penguin in water are not some clownish humanlike creature but
a smart fast swimming bird the problem is going into the water
and getting back up on land that causes difficulties for the bird.
We love animals that resemble us but take little interest in those
that don´t even though rats and humans have much in common.
Dogs and cats have made it into an art-form to appeal to humans
sentimental weakness and how to exploit this failing, but lately
other animals to have caught on like lemurs sitting on threes and
hoping to be adopted and never again struggle to find food; as for
the penguin the sight of a female explorer is a godsend.