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Parenthood to start.
Crow couple getting busy
to build nest cozy,
collecting hay, leaves and twigs
snatch hanger, being crazy.
Strong nest is set up.
Cuckoo-couple notice sharp.
Cuckoo-Mom lays egg
in nest of crows taking burp.
and flies away feeling free.
Parents are alert.
Tireless Crow -Mom sits on legs
On due time shells break.
Crow-couple starts to take care,
shows no discrimination,
Each birdie to grow !
All birdies are fed by crows :
The foster parents
of little cuckoo- birdie !
All birdies began to chirp.
Crude caws and sweet tweets
make noise simultaneous.
Birdies turn mature.
Grown up cuckoo turns song bird.
Crows to caw harsh and yell loud.
I almost dare not to tell you a story this silly,
This crazy, this weird, this hilarious absolute willy.
But I have to do it, for my darling friend Big Tillie.
She is gone now, in heaven, fixing her chili.
Big Tillie was a simple woman, married to Hilly.
It gets worse. His full name was Hilly Billy McGilly.
So, when they got married she became truly silly,
Mrs. Hilly McGilly, a bonafide hillbilly.
This story started out pretty sweet for this filly.
She met him in a diner when she was fixing her chili.
He came in all sassy, and soon turned upright blue-silly.
For his heart did palpitations when he caught sight of Tillie.
She was petite back in the old days, small, a real dilly.
And she carried herself like a proud mountain filly.
Hilly McGilly was smitten at her looks before he tasted her chili.
To which she had added tomatoes and onions and a white tiger lily.
They got married in Arkansas, a good place for those McGillies.
And they lived a sweet life, her making him all kind of chili’s.
They had sixteen little children, all named McGilly.
And they lived and they laughed, bringing in all kinds of silly.
At the funeral of Big generous ninety-six-year-old Tilly McGilly
There were rumors that a secret would be given and it would be a dilly.
So they came from as far away as Queenstown, those fond-of-her hillbillies.
And they were glad, as recipes were handed out for ten of her favorite chili’s.
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It is a cold morning in Iowa
Not bitter like January knife wind days
But cool enough for a jacket
I wish I had brought one out here
Silence is everywhere
Which makes the day seem colder
I think of my red sweater and my pink jacket
But then the hens begin to cluck
My cold is nothing compared to their hunger
They have to have nourishment if they are to lay
I blaze on, sprinkling feed about my feet
which are also annoyed by the five-thirty chill
Where is the sunrise? With her warming rays.
The farmer's almanac must have been wrong.
I thought it was scheduled for 5:38 this morning.
Sunrise greets my back as I head to my house.
Staring through,
Eyes so new.
Forgive me,
For judging you.
We've been trained to,
Single out the few,
who dont fit the view.
Picking them apart,
Like the vultures do.
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Growing more each day,
Seeing the error of my way.
I start thinking,
About what to say.
How words play,
such important roles,
Touching souls,
So deep,
They weep.
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As we grow older,
The surface grows colder.
Often giving someone,
The cold shoulder.
Words from the past,
They smolder.
Creating a boulder,
Robbing our opportunity,
blocking life's beauty.
Hiding the truth of love,
From The Eyes Of The Beholder
In order to fully realize and activate your inner child
You must put your minds aside
Your reptilian mind and your cognitive mind
If you want to be fully self-actualized and enlightened
I stared at the soothsayer, but kept my mouth shut.
My minds were both running in all kinds of directions.
I know what I speak of, he assured me. I was not convinced.
Maybe we have different ways of obtaining enlightenment.
My path might be totally devoid of ignoring my minds.
My feelings laughed in my ear.
Believing he knew more than I did.
My muse began to hum and dance.
That’s the first step he told me.
You are on the right path.
blue irds roosted on the top of the moon
Listening to the good witch as she gave a croon
Her two magical mystical familiars sitting still as bats
Which is not so unusual for these ebony cats
What is she doing? one bird asked the other.
He never guesses first, wants this to be his brother.
Shh! The other bluebird hissed, watching carefully.
The good witch began to chant and pour elixir with glee.
Hither and Bither, Smither and Bob.
This magic elixir should well do the job.
This polluted brook should be as good as new.
Thriving on fresh water and love in a day or two.
Pouring health and goodness into the brook
She then gave the moon a wink, and quickly off-shook.
Her familiars followed her to the next polluted lagoon.
And the sky retrieved the light of the crescent moon.
Himbuggles and Shimbuggles, what is this I see?
The chanting continued from the good witch Carolyn Lee.
Giggles and Gaggles, I need more goodness to pour.
So I can next give this lagoon a marvelous restore.
LET ME LIVE IN DARKNESS
BY DR RANJIT DUTTA
I have been listening
Your call
Your voice is very vivid
But alas!
I have not recognized you!
Even failed to recollect
your identity!
I have not seen anything
As I have removed my spectacle
And now I feel comfortable .
But When I put it
In my eyes
I face immense difficulties
The real image of man
Reflects in my spectacle .
How long will I visualized
The double faces of these funny people?
I am bored!
I am frustrated to see their
Acceptance of darkness with a smile
They are one step forward in darkness
And two steps backward in daylight.
So funny!
Hence I put off my glass
At least I 'll not see those snobs .
Hello, Please don't shout !
I have not come out to the threshold
At the call of my soul
My room is dark and deep
Please do not come in
I know you will go back
With anguish shouting some slangy
And will continue your race after mirage
Let me live in darkness too !
Let me see beauty of light from darkness
Keeping a distance
Far away from you.
Caverns of patterns,
Awaiting your return,
A cliff at every turn,
For you to fall and burn,
Slipping into your pattern.
It repeats until you discern,
There's a reason for concern,
Earning a new lesson,
Life is in constant progression.
Filling the cavern again,
With every little win,
Catching the pattern in motion,
Slowly filling through devotion,
Allowing a new path to open.
One that you have chosen,
A choice in the decision,
Thinking with precision,
Creating an incision,
Letting new patterns dig in.
Living consciously,
I see them repeatedly,
Caverns of patterns within me,
Created when I couldn't see,
Keeping me from being happy.
It was the creepiest of the creepiest spookiest night. The moon illuminated the woods with an ominous leering glow. Deer was nervous, expecting the worst dangers of dangers. She coughed an uncomfortable warning to her fawn, who knew to stay close. There were not lions in Kansas, and yet, she sensed a mountain lion or a wolf, something evil that could take her child. This
feeling of terror lasted for hours; she could not sleep. The pond was silent except for the croak of one lone frog. Where had the other frogs gone? Had they been taken? It was the creepiest of creepiest nights.
‘twas a creepy night
deer coughed warning to her fawn
terrified frog croak