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The birds of steel fly over the sky,
Oh, why! Oh! Why?
The steel troops advance,
That's when the fell upon my glance;
I had to return to base,
Fore' the Nazis made a chase.
I took my heels, then I ran,
Then I saw my own sitting in a van;
I staggered a bit, but I managed a jump,
couldn't mount, therefore I bump;
into scrap, I'd hit,
my own didn't even care a bit.
For the betrayal that he made,
Lord! Stab him with a diamond blade;
In a war, none are your ally,
so is war called a human folly;
he pushed the throttle, went away,
I thanked god, for my last day.
the bandits took me to execution,
I shriveled down for their persecution;
This was an end of a life,
an end of my everlasting strife;
to a limit of betrayal by friends,
THIS IS HOW A WAR ENDS!
[a little voice in my head keeps telling me
that this is abysmal… but I still kinda like it.
Probably best if sung… preferably by those
too young to know any better ;-) ]
*
By the shore, shore, shore
Dinosaur, saur, saur
Did it roar, roar, roar
Like before, fore, fore
Did it stomp, stomp, stomp
Did it chomp, chomp, chomp
Were there wings, wings, wings
Talon things, things, things
Are you sure, sure, sure
What you saw, saw, saw
Pterosaur, saur, saur
Did it soar, soar, soar
Did it fly, fly, fly
My oh my, my, my
Why oh why, why, why
Would it fly, fly, fly
Cos it’s stiff, stiff, stiff
In a cliff, cliff, cliff
What a shock, shock, shock
Fossil rock, rock, rock
~
She chased a pretty butterfly,
the field a minty green
With Salvia and Baby's Breath,
a watercolor scene
As fast as her two feet could run,
she touched its silken wing,
so vivid, a kaleidoscope,
a stained-glass kind of thing
When suddenly the grasses swayed,
she felt herself ascend
Then laughed as every tree below
began to twist and bend
It seemed that something magical
had happened 'fore her eye
She sprouted wings, the silken kind,
she was a butterfly
She fluttered to a hyacinth
it's nectar sweet and tart
and then she found a brand new rose,
the perfect place to start
Her new wings took her everywhere,
from up to down below
Way over there to over here,
each way the wind did blow
She saw a stream meandering
and ripples from above
They held a special meaning
and were something she did love
Beside her flew a flock of geese,
they formed a perfect vee
Now headed back to someplace warm
in springtime harmony
She flitted near a dragonfly
that hovered very still
Above an emerald lily pad,
it gave her quite a thrill
A blue bird said, "good morning"
as it landed in a tree
A squirrel grabbed an acorn
as it waved so happily
When suddenly a gust of wind,
so fierce it made her fall
She fell and fell until she heard,
her mother's quiet call
"Come on, wake up, you sleepyhead,
the sun is shining bright".
She rubbed her eyes, now so relieved
her mom, a wondrous sight
She said, "I had the nicest dream,
I floated in the air
Across the field, the garden too,
I've got so much to share"
Its then she sat up rapidly,
a smile on her face
"I think I better hurry 'cause,
theres butterflies to chase"
~
Come on Soupers, let's go chase some butterflies!
If you want an easier life,
With much less trouble, stress and strife,
When temptation looms ahead,
Or raises up it's ugly head,
Ignore the opportunity,
To bend the rules and you will see,
Life will seem a whole lot smoother,
And you'll be wound a whole lot looser.
You won't be so oft on edge,
Or feel you have to fudge or hedge,
When asked about some point in time,
Or fear someone mayhap to find,
That you did go against the rules,
And then you'll feel ashamed, a fool.
Then you'll lose face 'fore one and all,
With none to blame for such a fall,
Except yourself and your bad judgement,
The smell of a sneak can be quite pungent.
It hurts to know that you aren't trusted,
But that's what happens when you get busted.
Then you're mad and think they're mean,
Because of the whole embarrassing scene;
But trust is earned and honor a prize,
So keep your nose clean and open your eyes.
You may never know everything, though you
can know more,
may not have their big bank account, yet you're
eating high on your hog,
fore,
they may have one big fancy car,
while you’re standing tall
some folks don't know anything that
others don't,
or recall...
cause you are satisfied,
you're not one to be hood-winked,
nor have your leg pulled
No legal blemishes, for your pride
So are You...
One - Too
Great Spirit whispers on breathing breeze; 'It is time',
puce plume in saffron noon signals hunt's aborning,
ThunderBeasts' harrowing hooves erupt Great Plains grime,
soon will ail, widow's wail like a wild dove's mourning...
Ancient wisdom, ebony eyes, high cheekbones wide,
buffalo, he knows, mystical foes who fight back,
astride, he rides his Spanish horse with native pride,
his soul cleared, spiritual prayers 'fore the attack.
Timeworn trails, bison beaten by shaggy stampedes,
hunting grounds feared and revered, tribesmen o'er the brae,
power potent, cloven cloud, hastened heart proceeds,
ambush laid, panicked herd, embrace the bloody fray.
Casualty's chance, horseback dance, drum lethal hoof beats,
thunderous trample of ample prairie crocus,
Sioux and beasts' sacred throes, their crimson flows 'neath feet,
death has a way of bringing life into focus.
Susan Ashley
October, 24,2017
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Tribute To Native Culture
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
A WORD TO THE WISE
I've said it before and I'll say it again,
To thine own self be true;
For the ways of the world are unkind my friend,
But that you will know is not new.
It doesn't pay to feign and pretend,
And try to be something you're not;
And if you do you'll find in the end,
Sadness is all that you've got.
Do unto others as you would have them,
Do unto you in return.
This way you'll find you've many a friend,
For pay back is often well earned.
Mind your own business, be frugal and kind,
And see that you mind what you say;
For others are watching of cruel, vicious mind,
Who turn truth to lies just for play.
Listen to me and heed my words well,
If you wish to live well and prosper.
Live by The Word and you won't go to Hell,
When for judgement you stand 'fore The Father.
Judy Ball
"DO NOT BE A WITNESS AGAINST YOUR NEIGHBOR WITHOUT CAUSE AND DO NOT DECEIVE WITH YOUR LIPS. DO NOT SAY,'THUS I WILL DO UNTO HIM AS HE HAS DONE UNTO ME.' I WILL RENDER UNTO THE MAN ACCORDING TO HIS WORKS."
Proverbs 24:28-29
"MY SON DO NOT FORGET MY TEACHINGS BUT LET YOUR HEART KEEP MY COMMANDMENTS FOR LENGTH OF DAYS AND YEARS OF LIFE AND PEACE THEY WILL ADD TO YOU.
Provers 3:1-2
My land is lush and green;
a land where crystal rivers flow.
Mountains of amethyst majestic
in their splendour provide a
backdrop for magical magnificence.
My land is rich and prosperous;
cultivating spiritual harmony,
tangible beauty, perfect peace.
A richness rare indeed in a world
where materialism is now the modern creed.
Where is the beauty then?
When you look with green and envious eyes
what beauty do you see? Avariciously
seeking the next material fix?
The picture tainted, tarnished, ruined
by the ruin of want. The possession of
possession. Relentless procession in
the earthly repression of the soul.
Break free then. Regain clarity,
travel with me to the land of plenty;
to a landscape lush and green.
A spiritual oasis in a desert of misery.
Bathe in crystal waters and cleanse
your spirit. Become a whole again.
Reclaim your soul again,
for you arrived here with it,
but it was quickly replaced by ego.
Fore go the chase for worldly wealth and look
within for prosperity for only then
will you dwell in magical magnificence.
Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore.
Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't been able to find in anyone a real friend.
Everything that reminded me of you I pushed inside a box, mad at you for leaving me behind to grieve your death.
Recollection of the blissful moments of our friendship made me miserable, how I wish I had a forewarning of your betrayal.
The tear-soaked pillows and my stifled whimpers have wiped away any bitterness there was, all that remains now is pain and an inexplicable emptiness.
With shaky fingers I open the cardboard box, peering at me from within is a red little teddy, on it's bib the image of a fox. One of the gifts you gave me each year on my birthday, I sit here clutching this small tiny thing amazed at how without so much as a word from you how six long years have gone away.
Rummaging through several Archies cards and a booklet of quotes on friendship my gaze lingers a little longer on the lines highlighted by you. I never really bothered to read them then but today my eyes glisten while I do.
At the bottom is a stack of letters you wrote to me while you were ill, the rosiness of my romantic world had made me so impatient I had not read them full.
Your passing away shook me up and on my soul left a big dint, but now when I read between the lines I realize you had given me a hint.
Maybe it was me , who in my love for you refused to believe that even angels die in order to find their peace!
With the romantic period over, a girl sits squatted on the floor with her agonies, in front of her lies open a box full of memories!
Down dusty dirt track
there was the winery
A rusty tin shed.
"Petulant Fandango"
It said on the sign
"Gidday anyone Home?"
"Hello, there,
sorry I didn't hear you come."
With that we stepped inside.
Five folk were already there.
It looked like a party
rather than tasting as such.
The old wooden table was covered in
wine bottles, which like the guests,
were in various states of fullness.
No tiny tasting glasses here,
full size wine goblets were the go.
"What are you after"
"What tickles your fancy"
"I'd like to try a dry, dry red please"
Shiraz if you have one."
"No worries I have just the drop"
"Give this a Go"
With that a thick black-red wine was poured
from a dusty bottle covered with gossamer spider web
into a glass, a tad dusty as well.
With first sip the wine made me pucker my lips
as the wine sucked all the water from inside my mouth
instantly dry, dry, dry.
"What do you think of that one Mate?"
You're right its certainly dry!
Bit like paint stripper I thought.
With that, I joined the party
to try some of the other wines
all with their unique terroir
of rough, dusty, earthiness to the fore.
I left a little tipsy after buying
several bottles of their best vintage
destined to be use in cooking.
Nice day tasting dusty terroir.