Long Covey Poems
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Damp —across the fulcrum of the
Wheel of this month —May;
It creaks the cog of
Time and the energy of age.
No reverence for the parvenu or the
Rope-climber.
It has often been bleak and cold. . .
Tallow from candles weeps in the vigil
Held between fractured hours and
Hatching days,
Burning slowly among the wax community,
And sparking off bashful flames of dry grief.
When April comes forth, the ground softens,
But when May peeks lustfully into the calendar,
With the cunning of the invading spider,
The ground sinks towards the dig of
The metallic hewers of the trembling earth.
May conveys silence and the rage of deep inquests
Into the hasty departure of a covey of youths —
Mere striplings with the flying courage of migrating terns.
My shoes are glad to be here
Because they are show offs.
With their crazy psychedelic colors
And their loud look-at-me designs.
My sweatshirt parades in the room
More reluctantly.
Large white letters speak for themselves.
Learn. Lead Succeed. Stephen Covey stuff.
My fluffy pink socks scrunch low to the bottom
of my shoes, wanting to be back home, safe in a dark drawer.
They are as skittish as any piece of clothing I have ever had
Including my shy pink rosebud nightgown.
I roll my eyes as I hear my clothing think for themselves.
Why did you bring those homebodies? Blue jeans queries.
If there is one item of clothing I do not answer to it is Blue Jeans.
He always has a sarcastic edge to his accusing tones.
Miss Jessica Finch, the avian sleuth
Was scratching out novels and sipping vermouth.
She lived a charmed life when she was quite young;
Her first book, “The Voyeur: Peeking Duck Hung”.
“Peacocked and Loaded,” no rivals, unequalled.
“All Bluster, No Muster, “ a fan-favored sequel.
“Migratory Murmurations of a Wandering Heart”
And “Starling, My Darling,” her cross-over art.
“Covey of darkness: the Unpheasant Truth”
Shines light in glass houses, unkempt and uncouth.
The one she’s best known for, that everyone one knows
That suspenseful thriller, “A Murder of Crows.”
But the one she loves best, that still gives her pause,
The brilliant court drama, “Probable Caws.”
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for the A Flock of Birds Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written on 09/24/22
I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you serve, swift and swill I swerve,
in you I introduce a tempo of truth trailing a kiss along your spine's curve
a persuasion of perversion purring patiently in almighty allure,
reaching your pinnacle pulse I assure,
Entwining myself around your libido with nibbling nurture
binding you to the alter of painstaking pleasure I relieve with analgesic swelter
hoodwinking your will with a delicate dominance I am the prima donna capture,
embellishing the envisage of eros, I burnish organs keen with aphrodisiac welter
you become a devout captive to me, the divine dominator,
I am the matador confronting your impulsive power
the target of your sexual tremor,
spear tipped with warm vigor
into you I pound a wonder,
vice and virtue surrender
to principle superior in passionate plunder, for you become the conquer's lover,
taking my spirit from specter to flesh victor,
I will make a woman the vessel of volcanic velvet,
revolutionize female thighs, simmering the sighs in eyes,
make the wrap of a man's arms a hearth of healing heat soul felt,
his tongue a torch pinging with paced pause within mouths magnetized,
A coup de tat taken to your Shangrila,
weaknesses my wayfaring, strengths the servants of my junta
my sweet magic of mayhem laid upon your lithesome lips, the coup de grace -
J.A.B.
Late August evening’s high
the sun set easing in deep and low
loitering and hanging in the north western sky
barely giving light to the world below.
A mix of orangey reds drifting further down
trailing below the purple blue hazed gray clouds,
remnants of a cool off day spent in town
and the populace hiding in night’s shrouds.
Hazy bluish yellows peach blends
linger across the western sky
trailing sunset colors ascend
and red burns flowing by.
August comes to its end relaxing
a quiet expose of summer life
beach dancing and splashing
ensued forgetting every struggled strife.
The season quickly spent mid way and lost
to the end of school's joyous screams
and early vacations now exhaust
holding out plans for next years dreams.
Shadows begin to creep on a covey of small wrens
exuding gladness for the coolness of the day in nite song
and singing for tomorrow just around the bend
promising to touch new themes both short and long
Late July whispered long with silent
goodbyes seemingly unchanged
the truth is nothing is as vibrant,
just forever rearranged.
Say goodbye to summer, its end of day
with July passed and spent
as all begins to slip away
the month of August promising greater intent.
Take the days remaining and enjoy their sun glowed pleasures
and time alone will recall the best displays
for every moment lived with family and friends is a treasure
in disappearing yesterdays.
Speak to me of days past and gone
reliving childhood hopes and dreams
and in those sweet memories I carry on
reveling in by gone days no longer to be seen.
The desert of El Paso, Texas is never second best.
Several species of feathered friends choose here to build a nest
Hueco Tanks State Park is a great place to visit
Birds and other animals make their homes right in it
At sunrise one morning, I saw a wondrous thing,
Perched on a cactus was a Gambel’s Quail,
Like he was
Ambassador of Spring.
A plump belly and chestnut sides
distinguished him from all the rest
He wore a cinnamon-brown crown
and
comma-shaped, forward-facing crest
Sixteen young Quail and their mother formed a covey
I saw him bringing up the rear
Looking for anything suspicious
Never showing fear
I saw Hummingbirds and White-Tailed Dove
I heard a House Finch Sing.
But no bird was like Gambel’s Quail
Ambassador of Spring
02/23/2021
Written for Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
It was a blithe wintry vesper
Strolled I, zealously anigh hillock.
The hillside's scenario was glimmering green
Perceived I, covey returning to nests
Gazed I, the ranting rill
That divulged towards creek
Clandestined the Sun in the west
Enrouted I, amidst clump of tress
The birds were twiterring on the trees
Akin to expressing obeisance to an entrant
Else, were they in invocation?
Only the Almighty knew it
Bees were humming around my ears
Was it to enquire about my arrival?
Squirrels those saw me at close quarters
Ran hither and thither on trees
Stood I, beneath the fig tree
By having my head in the clouds
Squirrels threw figs over my head
As though, I was in appetite
Hares were trooping around me
As if, they besieged an unarmed knight
Soon turned murky, the clouds
Strolled I, back to my home
On the way, squirrels, bees and hares
Stood mutely gazing at me
To be cocksure, as motionless as a grave
I am not gifted as them
To lead an innocent life
Soon heard I, an enchanting echo from trees
Wondered I, is it a cuckoo?
Nay, it was a sky lark
That expressed gratitude for my congenial arrival
To me, that hillock's scenario
Gave my heart and soul truce
I wasn't myself amidst the prolific nature
Willy-nilly crept I home, with pair of hares
Animato
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Once there were a covey of quails. They lived in Paw-Paw's homestead. There they shared there days with rabbits and chickens, who often fought over the feed and mealworms feed to them. One day a cat wondered into the feeding area and began to look over the rabbits and chickens, the puppies playing in the yard noticed this and went to ask the cat it's intentions. The cat said" scram bucko the tender's are ah callin" the puppies laughed and told the cat that this was there watch and ' aint no cat task chore feez" where happening here, " you get that catty eat 'em up"" you get that" the biggest puppy said.The wared the cat that an ole fox was wondering around and he too better look out for him. "What ever he said I aint scared of no fox!" "The Puppies said scram bucko". Yes sir said the hungry kitty who turned it's back and walked off, I get it: I get it loud and clear" the cat walked away and everything was quiet on the homestead again.
Oh, somewhere around noon, the quailes started calling bob white. It was so annoying that they cat said,"Shut up will you we are tryna get some sleep"! The quailses keep on calling "Bob white": the cat stood and said' I'm coming over there and gonna make you quailes shut up!" One of the quailes answered saying" Come- on and do it, if you got the nerves". The cat responded, I got the nerves, I'll be right over"!
And then we noticed that on the field edge the tall grasses had parted and a sly evil eyed fox was looking. " oh lord said one of the hen's,my lord it's the fox!" Rabbits and chickens and quails started for cover. "Bob White the quailes yelped!" " The high pitched shrieks of the rabbits and the cackling of the hens, warned the dogs to stand and defend!. The barking puppies all came ah running. The fox hungry and unbothered crouched and did his stalking act to then pounce upon one oof the quailes.
“Isn't it kind of silly to think that tearing someone else down builds you up?”
? Sean Covey, The 7 Habits Of Highly Effective Teens
She listens to the lies of resentment
Struggling with a whisper of envy
When will her heart learn to give in to
The hope that lights up the spirit
With a sense of assurance and giving
A yearning to bring joy to heaven
Where God reminds His angels of Lucifer
The angel who was jealous of God
The one who lost his wings and so many
Other things – He is lost to any hope
For the joy, love and knowing
That comes to the heart who listens
To the breath of God’s unchanging spirit
Breathing light into the heart who knows
Jealousy is part of darkness’ repose
Come into the light and always know
Love that is alive and dances with a fire
That enchants, enlightens, brightens
So that love is the only part of life
That truly knows … God’s opinions
Crumpled thoughts poetry contest
Sponsored by John lawless
January 8, 2021
Her glare seemed to covey her
feelings. She is uninterested or
need a script to be remotlyly
kind to him as freind.
He wished her to be more kind as
his and her's research together
could revolutionize the medical world.
What within reason finds us together
he said. She asked was he coming on
to her in a gentle voice, he anwsered no
do you want me too? Awning she awnsered
if our working together
means being kind to one another
I will be kind. If success means us be
exclusive wwith one another
maybe we should start dating
I just want to know the conditions
of our togetherness.
Alligator and Ostriches are the most
popular animals and both our research
is centered around danger. We'll need
to learn to trust one another
were we to be partners.
He told her he had put years into
research and losing it all to some
sorta
dating scam wasn't what he was looking
for. Deal she replied right anwser.
We are dating, and are exclusive.
I don't want anything to compromise my work,
and possibly our future works together,
deal! she told him. I guess were dating: yeah sorta
I guess so!
from the Book " Aqua Man". Written by "Unnamed Auther"
Music Comany and Action Theater Collabarations Inc.
The antibodies from Orstrich were choosen because there
bloods were said to fight illness bacteria and viruses.
The evil works Of Lex Luthor. "When Superman Hears"
this to by the same "Unnamed Auther" a story about
a stone crusher who finds stones on a beach
and crushes them to powder not
knowing the blue stones were Kryptonyte!
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