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She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !
She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !
Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!
She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,
when her hat expanded 10 x its size, growing past her shoulders
like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!
Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume !
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic
to be concerned with one's appearance !
She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller,
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller .
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?
She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask,
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !
March 30/ 2025
A winter magic moment on the wings of seagulls high
within the stillness of a forest an owl watches nigh
Floating snowflakes swivel, they are falling here and now
while our little feathered friends, tweet their little sighs
Frosty light caresses, cardinals of red
gently falling snow in the morning light
Bushy eyed white owls tufted in the snow
black and white woodpeckers,
peck and taps, alongside knock knock marks
Fairy spirits floating, dancing all about
in a magical cathedral, pure and pristine white
here the birds have silver tips and honey colored eyes
they always land in softly, with the cadence of the light.
ninety degrees at noon
every tree branch is moving
proof there is a breeze, yet I do not feel it
whew whew whew whew whew
songbirds
I am on the porch, listening
a wasp flies past
I hear a loud plane
it sounds like a sonic wind tunnel
a bee glides past
my dog’s tongue is out
two two two, another bird
my gardens need tending
I notice lots of weeds
tall ones
three cardinals swoop down from the roof
two head toward the forest
one turns and dives through the fence next to me
it is a chain link fence
I am amazed she fit
she makes a ninety degree turn and flies away
the dog has not noticed
he flopped down like a loud bag of bricks
the wind chimes move without sound
too too too too too
another bird
the wind chimes begin to pick up a tiny tingle
I notice insects buzzing
a gentle July day
life in the country
As I watch a monarch flying gracefully amongst the breeze
And I watch the slow motion movement of the leaves on the trees
As I close my eyes and hear his echoed speaks
And I hear the tweets from a cardinals beaks
As I watch the drifting of the bright white cloud
And I hear his voice so clear so loud
As I weep in heart and softly cry
And I ask the lord how come and why
As I pray for his family his friends his son
And I try to understand why he was the one
As I sit and stare with tears in my eyes
And I blow some love as the monarch flies
Dedicated to John Kukich Jr.
(R.I.P. John)
i run in a field full of dandelions
i almost zoom into a tree
all to see a great pair of legs
i search the sun teased woods
i inspect the cool spring waters of the lake
all to see some wonderfully perky hips
i smile at the neverending song of the cardinals
i am astounded by the backup vocals of the bullfrogs
all to see a beautifully God Designed posterior
however, when you turn around,
and i am Blessed with your warm friendly smile,
i put the Clothing of Respect back on real quick
for far more important than presenting the typical male in me
is the relief and the pleasure of the Central Sincerity of Your Friendship
My son put up a feeder
In his yard, right near a tree.
He added seed, not knowing
Whether any birds we’d see.
Yet half an hour later,
There appeared the leading guest
And soon the word, by twitter,
Traveled nest to nest to nest:
Some cardinals and chickadees,
Two brightly-yellow hued,
Plus half a dozen other types
All vying for the food.
Of course, a squirrel joined the crowd
To scarf the scattered seed,
Which hopefully, he would conclude,
Would satisfy his need.
I wonder how that first bird knew
That seed was even there
But I was so thrilled they all came
That I don’t even care.
The songbirds are plentiful where I live in the middle of oaks
I had four birdfeeders, but white tail deer slammed into them
Until they broke into bits, for they were plastic and did not survive
As they were being deer-bashed against the trunk of these oaks.
To discourage the deer, I bought new metal bird feeders.
It brings in up to eight cardinals, and a blue jay daily.
Wrens, robins, sparrows, and wood peckers arrive before nine.
Rat-a-tat sound on my oak bark; I enjoy watching their heads bob.
My forest is full of tweets, peeps, whistles, coos, and caws
There is a huge the influx of crows, which I also welcome
Playful squirrels are fun to watch, but their fingers are too deft
Daily they unscrew the tops of my bird feeders, laughing at me.
Allowing all of the bird feed to land on the ground, in a clump.
Bottoms of feeders roll into driveway, so I have to drive around them.
A plethora of activity, a menagerie of lively animals including rabbits.
Sassy squirrels chastise me when I come out; thinking it is their yard.
heading to a place where i once called quiet
i am pleasantly surprised that nothing has changed
the cardinals, the robins, and the blue jays still sings
the occasional black crow still comes to ruin the show
the hummingbirds somehow remember me from many lifetimes gone by
a doe comes out of nowhere to graze while watching me very carefully
i smile at the beautiful environment in front of me that has worked hard to survive
i wonder of there are tattered and torn blueprints in the oft used pathways
the creek still flows just as freely under the 17th century 'bridge'
i can still hide in plain sight and collect my thoughts and maintain my sanity
however, time does not stand still to wait for anyone or anything
knowing this, i walk slowly with no time source and take in all the medicine.....
.....until it is time to go.....
The "Remix" of 1980 and 1986 continued in 2013: The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team had bliss,and under Rick Pitino the team did a "Remix" of 1980,and 1986! The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team were a "Hit"! It was like a hit record had been sold,and "The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team had received a great big "Pot of Gold"!!!Rick Pitino,and Louisville Kentucky were having pure uninterrupted bliss with the 2013 Championship!Rick Pitino taught every member of the basketball team how to be victorious in every specific position that is played when they are on the basketball court,and that makes Rick Pitino a "Great Leader" in that "Specific" sport! Rick is a unique sort when he is directing the "Basketball Players on "The Basketball Court!!!The team players switch up in positions that they play,and confuses the other team,and that makes "Rick's coaching experience gleam! Rick really does know how to direct a"Basketball Team",and win: Again,and again,and again!We had bliss in 2013 in Louisville,Kentucky! Rick Pitino did the most when he became coach:no one should rock his successful boat! It is still afloat! Rick brought "The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team Positive Hope when we gleamed in 2013!!!
"September! I never tire of turning it over in my mind. It has warmth, depth, and color. It glows like old amber." By Patience Strong
A hint of autumn I can feel
when summer walks away on August’s heels.
Melancholy visits me; I’m not sure why,
but my mind goes drifting like dandelion wisps
that many years ago
I’d lightly blown and then wished upon.
Cotton candy swirls are dabbed
onto an azure sky.
My birthday’s month I dearly love.
Oh, how sweet is September’s dawn.
Summer, however, wants to linger.
Through rows of grains he sweeps long gold fingers,
but my month elegantly tiptoes in,
her asters waving in the breeze.
I inhale her fragrance. Her slight wind
I can feel falling on my skin.
September acquiesces to cooler days and nights
by the time of the autumnal equinox,
and leaves will start swirling soon.
Like bright scarlet cardinals, they take flight.
September disrobed is a sapphire night.
At break of day, she’s Morning Glory’s affection,
and at twilight, awash with colors, a time for reflection.
I was born in the week of September’s start.
That is when my birth month broke my heart,
for a youthful romance was lovelier than any other rose
on my bushes in September that I'd ever seen before then.
Thus, sweet romance I still write . . . again and again.
Although actually a late summer baby am I,
I enjoy the fall even though sun soon grows stingy in the sky.