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Within thou secret heart I dared to peek,
but entry to thee twas not meant to be.
Searching for answers that doth I do seek
No avail, thy heart locked and I no key.
I'd oft pondered what in thee would I find.
Thy love for me, wrapped in finely spun silk?
I pray no tidings of a feckless mind.
Some hindreth fault of your heritage ilk.
If only my treasure you wouldst plunder,
In my virgin garden, you shall n'ere pluck
If thee shall not put my heart asunder
This maid shall be the doe and you her buck.
O! Sweet life, hurry forth thy hands of time.
Shouldst death sing to thee from bird on the wing,
Captured then I shall n'ere put word to rhyme
Tis death shall rob my voice of words to sing.
Wrapped in finely spun silk, love hath no fear
In my verse, we shall e're be young, my dear.
It snowed lightly last night.
I venture into the woods,
hear the silence reigning supreme.
Mutely a light breeze weaved its way
amongst the moss-covered trunks,
the high branches swinging serenely,
the verdant leaves of evergreen trees.
Occasionally a snowflake fluttered down
onto the white path that winded its way
across the solitary forest.
I felt peace in silence
despite the cold that griped
my arthritic old bones.
A few tears of happiness bleared from my sight.
The mist lifted like a silken veil,
all around shone in utter splendor:
a masterpiece of an ethereal painting
of some great master of olden times.
I felt your presence everywhere, O Lord,
I was exhilarated as a bird on the wing,
elated and consoled in utter harmony
with nature's song of praise,
a heavenly sigh to its Creator.
"In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind."
Simplicity flows in poetic verse
weaving the flight of butterflies
dancing on the wind,
as ink flows on the page
No webs of deceit
to entangle these musings
as silken threads of beauty
cling to the scented rose
And the azure sky
presents endless possibilities
as a bird on the wing
floats past a wispy cloud.
11-15-19
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With laces tied, she is up and away
With the glint of the moon on her steel blades
The clink of metal as she leaves the ice
Pirouette of glee as her soul takes flight
Swirling and twirling, a bird on the wing
With her scarlet skirt flared out in a ring
Without any strings, she flies like a kite
A vision of grace on a windless night
Carving her masterpiece there on the lake
Gaining more power with each breath she takes
Joy beneath heaven on a starry night
In a world of white drenched in golden light
A girl with a dream and a pair of skates
Swan in a ballet on a frozen lake.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
"I dismounted, seated myself on an eminence, and began to mark with my pencil, making a dot for every flock that passed. In a short time finding the task which I had undertaken impracticable, as the birds poured in in countless multitudes, I rose and, counting the dots then put down, found that 163 had been made in twenty-one minutes"
~ John Jacob Audobon, on the passenger pigeon
The poacher, fat, rich, and happy, drifted off to sleep.
He heard a bird in mourning, as eternally, she did weep.
Her name was Martha. She died in a Cincinatti zoo.
"I'm the last passenger pigeon, and I'm coming back for you,
and here is someone dear I'd like for you to meet."
Qiqi, the last Baiji River dolphin then did entreat,
"I was once called the Goddess of the Yangtze River.
I have a task for you, evil beast, and you must deliver."
"And I'm the last Western Black Rhino, without a name,
and what you'll do for money is a crying shame.
You used me for my horn, and left me in a field,
you repugnant creature, whose heart has congealed.
You must protect the earth for every living thing,
for every water dweller, for each bird on the wing,
for each antelope and zebra, grazing on the grasses,
don't let us cook like steaks in your greenhouse gasses.
If you fail in this endeavor, humans, too, will die.
As I pin you with my horn, look up at the sky,
as a hundred-million passenger pigeons swoop
and cover you in a massive mountain of poop,
and dire wolves chew playfully on your bones.
This is what will become of you, if you don't atone.
But don't worry, we can bring you back, with chimp DNA,
and you can walk the earth again like Frankenstein one day."
The poacher woke, disturbed, troubled, and in fear.
Do you think he'll ever change as he reaches for his beer?
Happiness is the first rain that breaks the drought,
Seeing the joyful faces on farmers all about.
Happiness is a young child soaring high on a swing,
Feeling as free as a bird on the wing.
Happiness is a clean report of health from the medical test,
Knowing the old ticker is good, makes me feel my best.
Happiness is knowing the whole family is home snug and warm,
When thunder, lightning, hale and wind rage in the storm.
Happiness is that wagging tail, whimpers saying glad you’re home,
The slobbery toy he brings to encourage you never to roam.
Happiness is that first burst of soothing warm water in the shower,
On a freezing cold winter’s day it gives you such power.
Happiness is the first white flowers of Jasmine telling me its spring,
The beautiful perfume filling the air those tiny flowers bring.
Happiness is sitting at the end of the day with a good job done,
Just relaxing with him watching the setting of the sun.
Happiness is that tight hug at the airport that lasts for so very long,
So glad to see each other, because our love is so strong.
Happiness is my prayer of thanks at the end of the day and into the night,
Thanking our lord for keeping them safe and allowing all to go right.
(Tempo: Upbeat, acoustic guitar and a light tapping sound)
(Verse 1)
Rusty fenders and a seat that’s worn
Takes me away from the early morn
Two thin wheels that cut through the air
Leaving behind all the worry and care
Got a little basket on the front of the bar
Don’t need a map, and I don’t need a car
Just a little grease on my blue jean leg
Pedaling fast down the rocky crag.
(Chorus)
Oh, hear the spokes go clickety-clack
Rolling away, never looking back
Chrome and chain, shining in the sun
Life on a bicycle is never done
Two wheels turn, spinning ’round so free
My loyal bicycle brings out the best in me.
(Verse 2)
Up the hill, yeah, I’m standing up tall
Waiting for the rush when I feel I might fall
Then it’s coasting down, wind in my hair
Chasing the clouds without a care
Round the bend, I’m humming a tune
Under the heat of a high afternoon
A little silver bell says “ring, ring, ring.”
Makes my heavy heart feel like a bird on the wing.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
It’s a simple kind of magic, a simple kind of grace
Finding the speed in a slow-motion place
No gasoline, just a heart full of fire
Pedaling up, taking me higher.
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Pedal, pedal... just watch me go.
Chrome and chain... moving slow...
Or fast.
(Ring, ring)
(Fade out)
My body now rests beneath autumn soil, for I am no longer here.
I know you're sad, but please believe; in spirit, I'm always near.
And although my remains are now in the earth, my soul forever lives on.
So cherish your memories and grieve for awhile, but don't let it last too long.
I transitioned home like a bird on the wing and reside in a place where angels sing.
Surrounded by love, my soul travels free, and exploring the heavens is where you'll find me.
My sweet little fur baby, Elle, left this world on Friday November 1st after bravely battling cancer for many months. She was the kindest, sweetest little soul and ever so gentle. My heart is broken, and I'm finding it hard to get through each day without crying. I miss her terribly.