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Birds to watch r' alotta fun
In the garden while they play
Alongside weeds and shrubs overrun
They flock to the open outdoor spray
Which cools them off when they come
To scrabble and sachet for airplay
Hummingbirds to watch r' alotta fun
Their long, narrow beaks survey
Pollinating flowers, while scattering seeds in the sun
Flying through the fine mist, open air spray
Searching on flower dung
For nectar from blossoms display
Butterflies to watch r alotta fun
Drinking from shallow puddle lots
Hang on flat flowers as they sun
And on dim, draggy, ho hum, rocks, sunny spots
To themselves to warm their wings some
Perched on a sunny branch, grass stem lots
Tis' all shelter, breeding places, nesting sites
For O' beloved winged creatures n' rockery orchard delights
WHEN THE WInD BLEW THROUGH THE HOLLOW REEDS
written by: Pannus Sphinx
native to regions of habitual areas the Brya ebenus tree is
best suited for flutes, english flutes one would say
the bassoon is created from this type of tree
planks from the boards of the black maple tree
can also be used with resin to produce
beautiful instruments and marvelous creations
along with the sugar maple these trees are fashioned to
impress sound and longevity were it the best choose
to craft a musician's dream instrument
density and hardness the black locust is a suitable alternative
to the traditional rosewood the has been historical used
to make instrument bows and xylophone bars
Due to the lackof finacail security the 61 members of the group were visiblly sad. They thought they could afford 40 bassoons from there tresuery: but were only actaully able to afford 27 due to the outragous cost of these custom made tresures. They were able to smile when the artisain send bows and xlophones peices free for the amount the Orcastra had purchased. They referred to the instruments as clownish flutes.The deep tones were nearing exotic, giving the directer of the event cause to limit the amount of peoplke able to attend the Board meeting due to cost. Catered the affair over-ran the budgeted allocations from the tresury. This made the couples in the Orchastra smile: but those who wanted to vacate along with there musical mates had to pay the addition cost due to the budgeted restictions. Leaving sound soured by the whole affair.
The performance was expected to be ledgendary to the benifet of the audeince. Velvety smooth and soothing. Purple and creamed colors were the chose of colors for the event. Catered by a world famous chef. the audeince only knew the the results of practice: but back stage professionals shined doing what they did best!
The shelac still smelled fuming the backstage area.
A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discuss'd the question of their rank.
'O Jupiter!' the former said,
'Can love of self so turn the head,
That one so mean and crawling,
And of so low a calling,
To boast equality shall dare
With me, the daughter of the air?
In palaces I am a guest,
And even at thy glorious feast.
Whene'er the people that adore thee
May immolate for thee a bullock,
I'm sure to taste the meat before thee.
Meanwhile this starveling, in her hillock,
Is living on some bit of straw
Which she has labour'd home to draw.
But tell me now, my little thing,
Do you camp ever on a king,
An emperor, or lady?
I do, and have full many a play-day
On fairest bosom of the fair,
And sport myself upon her hair.
Come now, my hearty, rack your brain
To make a case about your grain.'
'Well, have you done?' replied the ant.
'You enter palaces, I grant,
And for it get right soundly cursed.
Of sacrifices, rich and fat,
Your taste, quite likely, is the first;--
Are they the better off for that?
You enter with the holy train;
So enters many a wretch profane.
On heads of kings and asses you may squat;
Deny your vaunting I will not;
But well such impudence, I know,
Provokes a sometimes fatal blow.
The name in which your vanity delights
Is own'd as well by parasites,
And spies that die by ropes--as you soon will
By famine or by ague-chill,
When Phoebus goes to cheer
The other hemisphere,--
The very time to me most dear.
Not forced abroad to go
Through wind, and rain, and snow,
My summer's work I then enjoy,
And happily my mind employ,
From care by care exempted.
By which this truth I leave to you,
That by two sorts of glory we are tempted,
The false one and the true.
Work waits, time flies; adieu:--
This gabble does not fill
My granary or till.'
Jean de La Fontaine. Translated From French By Elizur Wright 1882.
Form:
The one thing you can count on,
Is that knowledge will inspire.
And it put us on the path,
Like the early quest for fire.
All the answers that we sought,
Would advance the human race.
From the sculpting of the wheel,
To our journey out in space.
We strived to build pyramids,
Today's structures reach the sky.
Wright's flight was from Kitty Hawk,
Now our jets go flashing by.
Parcels were bound by hemp,
Using fibers from the stems.
We now help those disabled,
With prosthetics for their limbs.
Finding ways to split atoms,
And cure some forms of cancer.
Through many years of research,
We came up with the answer.
All our struggles over time,
By the people we relied.
The best hope for the future,
Is we learn to coincide.
Fly BMI, to land in time
There is no time to waste
Stroll down along the Serpentine
The morning air to taste
Across the park to Albert Hall
To Kensington High Street
And further on, towards the Mall
Where you can rest your feet
It’s got to be the Living Room
Their Dover sole is great
Pale sun, and even paler moon
Fall down on your plate
Two people here, three people there
Dull people talk and turn
I like the fuss they make, don’t care
To be liked in return
On Charing Cross I’m quick to toss
Some CDs at the Foyles
A truly searching lad I was
To find my kind of noise
End of the day, the hotel bar
I’m looking at the floor
There is no more Thistle Hyde Park
And Living Room’s no more
The times have changed, but I remain
About the same today
Although it’s quite a different game
I imitate to play
Those were the days, my darling dear
Those were the nights as well
Fly BMI, to disappear
No one would care to tell.
She spread her gigantic wings
caught a breath of
warm air
and took off into the azure heights in wild abandon
free from the teathers
that held her
captive as she watched while the others freed themselves...
it was her turn to fly
swiftly and truly
joyously
as she dipped and soared within her newly found freedom
no uncertaintly
as she climbed higher and higher still
until the humans below
seemed like tiny specks
dithering to and fro...
and while she flew
she realized she was not alone
all along there had been another presence surrounding her
just in case
and in that presence
she was comforted
and held in rapt
wonderment.
We won't be chatting
And I'll miss
Your silky voice
Like angel's kiss
I will not laugh
Or smile with glee
While absent you
Is missing me
Your clicking heels
With flowing stride
To be your friend
I fill with pride
You fill a space
I never knew
An emptiness
The shape of you
Although we talk
Of dialing down
My sinking heart
I think may drown
If ever you
Could pass me by
And never glance
To catch my eye
So let's not ponder
On such woes
But dwell on love
Each friendship knows
A hug, a latte
All I need
So thank you friend
I do concede
A fondness
And a mystery
I'll take them both
You'll do for me
To end, I'll say
This thing, profound;
With you, I fly
Yet, solid ground.
CV
03.05.24
Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes.
azaleas in blossom
spring green leaves begin to show....
buzzards circle high
An occasional far spaced farm then homes become closer together indicating
a small rural town. The beauty of spring inspired by man surrounds each home.
Dogwoods in white and some pink adorn their yards. So much pride shown in the surroundings. Passing a country town church sign "Find Hope This Easter".
hope springs in spring
roadside wildflowers flourish....
farmers plant their crops
Grancy greybeard(fringetree) and snowball bush decorate some yards. Such
refreshing species to add interest to our drive. Then we came around our home and down to the creek. I was welcoming the swallows that flew around us as we drove through the grass stirring up bugs. So delighted that they are back. I love their aerial antics and they eat so many bugs. Such a nice ending to my day out.
A Poem based on the picture of a new flying machine
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That Time has come
.
That time has come,
When the long awaited ambitions
Of our mind and heart
To fly with our own wings
Like the free birds
High in the endless sky
Would be fulfilled. 01
.
When in the sky
We would meet and embrace each other
When we would sing, a neo love song
When all the stars would be silent spectator only
And even the Moon would see us stealthily
But even he would keep a complete mum. 02
.
You come in that peace and tranquility
With all your dreams and ambitions
We both would search together
A new space and a new place
Where dreams are not crushed
In the hands of falsehood and dishonesty
We both would built together
A new love nest, but somewhere far away. 03
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Where there would no such selfish noises
Neither so much rush nor struggle
For each and everything of life
Where only pleasing, cool and beautiful music
Would there everywhere
Under the cool and pleasing mradul shade of Nature
We would give colors to our dreams again
And would fly far away in the sky
When the weather would be pleasing and enchanting. 04
.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 9th/10th May 2018
A damsel fly on lilac leaf – shyly, coyly, lovingly giggles her way into a young elf’s heart.
He is a simple elf, life for him has been humdrum until the second he looked into her lavender love eyes.
His heart beats fast as she stares at him.
Life for him has been dull until this second.
Parts of the elf he did not know he had respond unbidden, suddenly violently alive
As he watches the sensuous fluttering of her eyelashes.
She giggles.
Nearly his undoing.
He races inside his mushroom home, and begins transforming himself.
He brushes his teeth, washes his face,
Puts his best clothes and shiniest shoes on.
Alas, when he arrives after this frantic pace
The beautiful teasing damsel fly is utterly and completely gone.