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If you ask me how old, I will not lie
each year I walked it with my head held high
living is for the brave and so I walk with strength
climbing the ladder of life regardless of the length
I was blessed to have a family that loves me, so I'm good
no matter what happens in life I know I've been understood;
My heart has always been at the seat of my soul
and loving others is my only goal;
If you ask me how many candles are on my cake
there are so many my breath needs to do an intake
Happy Birthday to me , dear God,
I wish to get it right before the last crow, has cawed.
BLACK AND WHITE
Black sheep baa baa,
Black stripes - zebra.
White Bear: Polar.
White rays : Solar.
Black tea, black coffee.
White milk, white toffee.
Teeth white to bite.
Ant white : Termite.
Write on the white page.
Black car in garage.
Black diamond, black coal.
Light stolen by black hole.
White sand on sea beach.
Black magic by witch.
Black belt , trained in judo.
Killer spider: Black widow.
Pitch black crow is raven.
Toast burnt black in oven.
White dove : Symbol of peace.
Black rose known as black prince.
Black spots on white dice.
Black pearl : Pretty - nice
As I sit on the bench, watching nature's lively moments,
The Tufted Titmouse, Chickadee and Nuthatch look at me
Their small beady eyes are staring in the air
The Robin bounce near the Mourning Dove on the lawn
I can hear the Woodpecker hammer and the Black Crow caw
Goldfinch and Eastern Bluebirds sit on stair posts to the porch
Or they choose the thin branches of the holly bush nearby
The lush garden is filled with Aster, Dalia, and Roses
Colors burst where the Hummingbird visit red blossoms
This magical, fluttering beauty, ignites my inspiration
In a breeze reaching me, settling in my soul, where I sit
Feeling light as the white trellis, balancing between the rocks
I am secure in a garden full of life, simply watching the birds
2/10/23
Entry for a simple pleasure Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Julia Ward
Theme chosen: Watching birds in the garden.
don't ask eyes what ears hear
don't ask ears what eyes see
they carry on their duties
don't ask eyes what ears see
don't ask ears what eyes hear
they bear no such duty
don't ask animal why they are so
all birds do their own even crow
Trees plants and all stars
obey their predetermined rules
human has no any fixed line
so needs different tools
ask fire what it certainly does
all over the natural world
air water light indeed lifeless
never take any bribe
rational important human beings
try to balance with life's fusion strings
Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just open up the gate… and
Let fate decide what’s in store for 2015
…
Like the man in the barbed wire canoe
Spearing tadpoles with a crow bar
You can bet my year won’t be great
But I’ll tough it out and see it through
…
I’ll do a bit of travel in me Ute and Van
Probably round Australia and free camp
When I can
Catch up with some mates along the way
Have a chin wag and a beer or two
…
I don’t really give a rat’s ****
What goes on in this world of turmoil
As long as they pay me pension
I’ll just live my life as free as a bird
…
But I will say this old mate
That’s it’s your family and friends
That will get you through the gate
Should a little trouble strike
…
So enjoy your life one and all
Leave your troubles behind the gate
Love your family, friends and mates
Be kind to your heart, it has only so many beats
…
WELCOME 2015
My love for you grows continually like vines
I adore the happiness we used to share, it entwines
You and I's surreal soul and heart together as one
My soul cries and your heart shines as the morning sun
I soar to the rhythm and beat
Of your wings and dainty feet
I am waiting for something more
For, change is a challenging chore
Still tortured to the core it seems
You mend my once broken dreams
I suppose I am knowingly in love with you
I chose to feel the way I feel and that, I do
Darling, don't you know
You're my midnight crow?
You're a flower without a stem, a stem
Quit doubting the whim of His Kingdom
I live a life of death that doesn't die
It is nobody's business if I live a lie
I'm like a lonely log in the sparkling lagoon
Soon, it will be a bright and delightful afternoon
It's difficult to function
In the midst of destruction
Peace, come to us in time of need
Give graciously, wave 'bye to greed
The day will come when we will share cheer
We will be dancing everywhere like a chandelier
We used to share life without a single care
Our dreams is a childlike game of truth or dare
Our dreams will reappear
Without a single, sheer fear
Don't fence me in
With your love again
The day will come
When the pain will eventually numb
The day will come
My love, don't lose faith like some
We all saw it
We all heard it
We all read it
And smelled it.
Meanwhile Deedeepee is rotting in jail
For probably having committed a similar crime
Some do the crime and others don’t do the time
Similarly, some go to Heaven and others go to Hell.
The world smelled it
The world read it
The world heard it
And we saw it.
Some people are above the law
Some people are found to have no fault
Somewhere, God needs to tight the bolt
So all can hear the unwonted song of the crow.
No jail time, no fine and no probation
However, we all felt the humiliation
For God’s sake, an Honorable Christian like Jimmy
Would have never been in such a gnarly quandary.
We all smelled it
We all read it
We all heard it
And the world saw it.
No further explanation
We wonder if justice was done
No further condemnation
History is always fair, just and fun.
The world heart it
The world read it
The world saw it
And we smelled it.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
"snow touches with love the forest trees and fields,
and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with
a white blanket, whispering, now go to sleep..."
Quote - by Constance
It began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed,
then, in the morn' forests and fields sparkled in the daylight;
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
It had become windy and fierce as trees swayed and bowed,
the air turned quite crisp and cold with a frosty winter bite;
it began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed.
Somewhere hidden the snow birds sang and a crow crowed,
as all nature's beauty was veiled with an inner light;
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
A girl in a red coat walked a bridge where snow had flowed,
stunning how the snow and sky met as one, that was a sight;
it began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed.
Later, in the day the snow was plowed away from each road,
a slippery relief, but the all snow scene was a delight;
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
And during the day the first snow fall of winter had slowed,
yet, still the trees, forest and fields were bathed in white;
it began as a single snowflake and all night it snowed,
and bare tree branches were heavy where the snow glowed.
_______________________
November 08, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/First Winter Snowstorm View
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1499-940-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Third Person Villanelle
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 11/23/2022
First Place
He's happy in his chair
The window over there
Let's him see the blue of sky
Let's him see the green of field
The quiet in his mind
Let's him hear the birdsong live
He's happy in his chair
He doesn't see you standing there
He doesn't see into your eyes
He's in a place he calls 'crow flies'
Where every morning has soft blue skies
Every crow call soothes his mind
He's happy in his chair
He may spend hours looking at the air
He may follow clouds over the fields
To him what you are is not real
Don't try to apologise
You're not even in his cries
You don't exist in his broken mind
He's happy in his chair
He blocks out the pain of being there
He blocks out the reason why you broke his little mind
When you left him in a field, helpless, alone and in such need.
The baby cries they heard then found
A poor little wretch crying on the ground
The crows around who made unusual sounds
To catch the people walking by, they jumped up and down.
He's happy in his chair
He's happy you're not there
He can't understand why wild animals seemed to care that his mother was not there!
A little baby who's hurtful cries made the crows act to save his life!!
They found your boy looking up to the sky,
All cried out with staring eyes, dumb and mute for years - as cold as ice.
We stop his nightmares with recorded crow cries!
They found your note stating your reasons for why?
You gave birth to this innocent young life!
And yes, you've served your time!
Yes.....you've served your time?
And yes....you apologise but that don't heal his mind!
That don't stop his cries, the loneliness of his life
For that what remedies and reasons can you provide?
I'll stand in front of you
I'll not let you get through
I'll use force if you force me too
You will hear why.........
Reasons you ask, you cry?
The reasons why we all despise?
The fact that you're breathing shows us that God doesn't hear our cries
The reason why I could end your life ............................................................................................
.....................................................................?
You left him there to die.
All is quiet except for the heat pump pumping some warm air
It is doing the best it can do under the circumstances.
There is no poetry swimming around in my swimming pool
Nor high stepping through the ruts in my brain
Just lost are the thoughts and imaginations
I know something will happen to awake them once again
A bird in flight
A crow cawing
One deer or a whole herd
Run out into the road
I or the other person driving
Just barely miss them
Both at the same time
Say a prayer of thanks
I wonder how many children
Are already jumping for joy
How many are disappointed
How many are still asleep
Christmas morn can go
So many different ways
How is yours?
I am wishing you one of the best in your whole life
God bless each and every one
Sara K