Long Birdie Poems
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Thank you,
the one that got away.
It's no use wondering
what might've been
We were never meant be.
I do wish you well.
Thank you,
the one that got away.
A little birdie told me
you did steal the heart
of another; I wish you both the best!
It's the way destiny intended it.
Thank you,
the one that got away.
Our spark of romance
never lit as we were much
too young to understand
what love meant then.
Thank you so much,
the one that got away,
because you've led me
to my true love, my precious
jewel of a wife.
It's the way destiny intended it.
Date written: 07/05/2020
This was our song on the radio
When we held each other near
We danced and sang
Kissed and swang
And caught each others tears
You held me close
I could feel your heart
Beating to the rhythm
We slid apart still holding hands
As we danced to the funky gibbon
When they played the next song
You had me laughing loud
You really got down
To that birdie song
You were like a funny clown
All these little memories
I kept within my heart
I can see us both dancing now
But then you went
And broke my heart
You danced to mud and tiger feet
And you really started to move
I couldn’t keep up
You made me duck
And it put me in a mood
So tender are those sweet things
That we both enjoyed
How we loved to laugh and dance
We had a special place
To hold those toys
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Good Morning !
One Misty moisty morning
Dew drops dazzling glistening !
Hello children ! Good morning !
Cloudy gloomy is the weather.
Children dance prance together.
Meet an old man clothed in leather.
Sun peeps, sky no more cloudy.
Children sing sweet melody.
Feather left by flying birdie.
Hello old man, how do you do?
Where clouds fled, have you any clue ?
Shiny Sun, azure sky, clear view.
Behave good from start of day.
Parents to love and obey.
Take blessings from God and pray.
05/02/23
Swing's Ooh Mighty Swing's
..... The Golfing Season Brings!
Watch Our Hopes Arise,
From The Fairway Side To The Green!
With Every Single Hole We'll Mark,
From Your Bag,
Get Your Stick's, We Should Score With Art!
So Swing And Let Your Love Impart Your, Way!
Par, Par, Birdie, Birdie,
Start The Show, A LIttle Bit Of Power,
And We'll Go, Go, Go, O'Kay!
Swing's Ooh Mighty, .... Swing's!
There was a pair
Both having creative flair
Then another two
Having nothing to do
Twins on two wheels
Looking for a steal
No need for a club
Being in the woods with these guys who were studs
Partying at the lake
Spending what they make
Not thinking this is a mistake
A DJ was not there
No one cared
Dancing the four
Ignoring she walked out the door
Searching for Leprechaun green
Wearing tight tailored made blue jeans
Eyeing to purchase a Porsche
This film work was par for the course
Acting like a driving wedge
She did something behind the hedge
To get out of the rough
Her emotions taking rejection real tough
Using a cobra iron
As a warning siren
Stroking the little white ball
Making sure she made the call
A fair way to handle a difficult situation
Getting a good lay and position
Into the bunker it did land
A sandy hazard needing to get out of a jam
With a little twist and grip that was firm
At first the cable television gallery showed their concern
It reached its goal
Sinking into the hole
All this happen when she was asleep
From out of nowhere was the underwater creep
Nothing much after that
For the Princess brat
Champion players enjoy the Seminole skins
Betting on who will win
Take each match
Where an eagle or birdie may hatch
Like it is your last
And remember your lucrative past
Since science overnight can turn weird
Spreading a viral infection revenge demanding fear
In the end see the results on the card
Digesting the negativity could be hard
Especially on the back nine
Marching in rhythmic time
Knowing this is the chapter’s finale
Realizing the positive tally
As the golfing masters put up their cleats to hang
One may ponder over that space drink orange Tang
Promiscuous Miss Samantha Lane does look like Danielle Kang
As I stare into the winters chill,
posted there at the window sill
a birdie chirps a quiet twill
into the vast unknown.
Desolation is in the vast,
into the white a glance I cast
memories flood, from now and past
into the vast unknown.
Dazed in complete fascination,
betwixt by the correlation
where does the snow say relaxation
into the vast unknown?
Bittersweet were those days,
to snuggle warm in coddled play
but too soon, he went away
into the vast unknown.
I warm myself from the icy chill,
close my eyes to the pain I feel
drifting off with the daily pill
into the vast unknown.
Just as the pill begins to calm,
to my heart, I place my palm
my life at last, a ticking bomb
into the vast unknown.
Dawn awaits for me to rise,
a ghostly shadow by surprise
against the snow, my body lies
into the vast known.
Will they find me, I don't know,
forever here, to stare at snow
peering through the glass window
into the vast unknown.
Jessica Thompson-5/19/14
You came tiptoeing into the fortress that I build,
Broke the shackles that cinched my soul, with your shimmering eyes.
Disintegrated the iron chains that I wore,
with the warmth of your smile and the fondness in your heart.
Liberating caged birdie, which I held on.
Au naturel I am now.
Looking at life yet again with a child like glee.
Buddy, berserk I wish to go,
with the news of your departure.
Wish I could hide you from all,
Keeping you all for myself.
But I have to let you go
To explore new frontiers,
And make new friends.
Fly my friend, fly
I would not hold you back,
though my heart bleeds
And my soul cries.
A space in my crimson hollow you would always have,
Silently, wishing you more smiles,
and more happiness where ever you go.
©Chitra Arun
Nov 2022
Most humans realize that the animal kingdom, unlike us, proceeds, reacts, and responds instinctively. It's as if there's a built-in preprogrammed computer device that controls their activities. Also, perhaps unlike us, they are more appreciative toward their creator and respond to him differently than do we. They have a better understanding of the divinity of dependency and the grace of gratitude. We would do well to learn from them.
A lone baby sparrow sat dangerously in the parking lot of a business facility. His parents had left him there for reasons I shall never know, but I suspect it was not their choice because I have observed that the bird family really stick together. Surely you too have been mystified by their beautiful aerial formations.
I was fortunate enough to see the little birdie in time to avoid making him 'one with the pavement'. Moreover, when I think about it, I suspect there was more to it than that.
Instinctively, I believe that little birdie was praying to God for someone like myself to come along and rescue him. He was completely helpless, homeless, and hungry. After parking and rushing from my car, I picked up my new found friend not knowing what to do with him. By then, we both were praying in our hearts.
I looked all around as if I would somehow spot his little family, but it wasn't to be. I had neither food nor water, but I gave him what I think he needed most. His prayer was not for a 'Hand out' but a 'Hand up'. So I gave him a lift. As Forest Gump would say, "And just like that", I flung my little friend to the opened sky, and O how exciting it was to see him flap his wings and fly away.
06242018PoetrySoupContest, Abandon 2, Brinda Chiri, 2P
Perfect! (Hypochondria?)
I’m not sick. I’m not ill. I’m not crazy.
There is nothing wrong with being perfect.
My mommy told me so.
"illness anxiety disorder" It’s just a label….Just a name
Like thousands of other names that I can’t say, I can’t spell
Such as the thousands of lethal viruses and bacterial pathogens
Out to get me. I know they want me.
As they try to get inside to kill me.
They cross my path without a care
Don't even wipe their feet
They are here! They are there! They are everywhere!
So what. I don’t care.
I quit my job and wife and life to deal with them
And deal with them I will
They won’t find me. No sir!
I’ll never leave my house again
I hide in disinfectant waters in day
In scalding hot baths and microwave ovens at night
Me and Purdy; Purdy is my sparrow in a hermetically sealed cage
He would sing all day if he were alive today
But he never was. He never existed
As you can see he is plastic
Plastic birds don’t sing but they are free
Free from infections, infestations, nasty things found in nature
My birdie is sterilized, sanitized, purified…. like me
We wear our hypoallergenic suits and masks
Which, when applied properly, qualifies us as being clean
Keeps us alive for the time being
As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales
Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls,
Some in the rough others in sand,
All these brave girls fighting nature's pitfalls.
I hear of the times the flock of wild ducks
Hindered a drive that was perfectly hit,
And what of those trees that magically moved
With a subsequent shout 'I just want to quit'.
But then I'm regaled with feats of great skill
Such as the time a Birdie was made,
Out comes the flask, big glugs all around,
Magical moments that no-one would trade.
They say Golf's a passion a lifelong pursuit,
One day may be heaven the other pure hell,
Neither cool mornings nor that full midday heat,
Apparently stops that will to excel.
Yet there's one thing I notice each week,
Yes the real pleasure from playing the game
And what's not to like from those magical views
But without one's good friends the day's not the same.
So to all poor Golf widowers awoken by shrilling alarms,
Then never quite knowing what time we'll see our fair brides,
There's a much higher calling we can but embrace,
'Happy wife happy life' the true gift this pastime provides.