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Some feathered friends chirp tunes that are rather melodious,
While others belt out refrains that are downright odious!
For instance, did you ever hear such an atrocious raucous,
As when a murder of crows gather for a caucus?
Chickadees trill ditties most pleasing to the ear,
And parakeets chitter mellifluous melodies of cheer.
But the screeches of grumpy blue jays embroiled in disputes,
Is akin to a beginner's band tooting their discordant flutes!
Canaries sing their little hearts out with a dulcet tweet,
And robins chirp with their cheery repertoire replete.
Parrots utter rasping squawks and are most unruly birds,
And on occasion are known to spout some very dirty words!
There's nothing as soothing as a mourning dove's coo,
Or the lovely melody of a yellow finch serenading you.
Alas, there is the less than mellow warble of the grackle;
Some folks consider it to be an ornithological debacle!
Consider that mimic, the satirical and talented mockingbird,
Spoofing its plumaged pals note for note and word for word.
It apes a chirp, screech or hoot at the slightest whim.
His friends cry "fowl" but he doesn't let that bother him!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
In Days of Robin Hood
In days of yore,
In the days of Robin Hood,
A merry band of outlaws
Rambled throughout Sherwood Forest
(Home of the Major Oak,
North of Windsor Castle,
And south of Hadrian’s Wall).
They dressed in Lincoln green
And whistled in the greenwood glades,
Arming themselves with daggers and swords,
Cudgels, quarterstaves, and longbows,
With which they used to rob from the rich
(Who took from the commoners, peasants, and serfs)
And then cheerfully gave to the poor.
Prince John of England was furious
That they would usurp his authority
And demanded that the Sheriff of Nottingham
Quell the adventurous company.
But to no avail could the Sheriff prevail
Against Robin Hood’s strength and guile,
Who traipsed merrily upon the King’s trails.
The yeomen knew they needed social structure,
Or they wouldn’t be able to live together.
To whom would they turn for judgment
When someone committed mischief?
Each to his or her own, God willing,
And so they were willing to pay the taxes
For some semblance of law and order.
But it was the king who grew too greedy
And demanded more than they could give
That threw the system out of kilter
And caused tempers to boil over,
Leading to bedlam, mayhem, and disorder.
But thanks to Robin Hood and his merry men,
And the barons of jolly old England,
They brought the tyrant King John to his knees
To seal the Magna Carta.
***
Note:
The “Magna Carta” was sealed at Runnymede (located twenty miles west of London, England) on June 15, 1215. The document was the first instance where the King of England agreed to be subject to the laws of the land.
“No free man shall be seized or imprisoned, or stripped of his rights or possessions…except by the lawful judgment of his peers. To no one will we sell, to no one deny or delay right of justice…”
Foundation.
Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.
Our true other half.
This journey is simply repeated until we do.
No matter who we end up with.
To become whole.
Could old myths be true?
Title:
Reincarnated Love
(A lone old voice whispers)
I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up
My beloved Mary Lee
I know you were born to meet me
On the twenty-six of November
A date, I'll know forevermore
As I look back
Like now and remember
For we shall be together
In The Great Nevermore
Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:
Even after Death visits,
And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine
To end all your beautiful days and glorious time
I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims
In an eternal quest of hide and seek
Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God
Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream
But together in insane spaces
In-Between
And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven
Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova
Between us
Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls
We shall know
In that very instance
Holding hands
Together, like first date lovers
In the universe's
Dust
That we can sing and dance together,
Forever
And be joyous in each and every form
For ours is a love story
Beyond the norm
A love story which will forever survive
Composed in golden italics and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others
Written in Enochian Archives
Stored beyond the Great Pillars
In a sacred tabernacle
By the pale blue Holy Sea
Our Eternal Sea
This I know because before I was born into physical form
You were written
Into my history
By my spirit guides
God and me
The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find
Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind
The one soul betrothed to me
By an angel called, ADOEOET,
He who sings like a bird, who once whispered
Meet you true love
My beloved Mary Lee
So, see you in another lifetime
Your forever twin flame with no name
Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times
Life tries to bury me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Be happy:
To bless your look's gleaming desire with joy.
Laugh when you still have teeth, lips and tongue; toy.
Be sad:
To wash away your look's painful sorrow.
Cry... when your eyes can see through tears aglow.
Don't be defined by situations cum life;
No situation ever wants breath via knife-
Be strong.
Dont be careless of circumstance's prank;
Before at an instance, your clues go blank-
Be alert.
Don't be deceived:
No one knows tomorrow, not even you.
Keep it cool and tough but kind through all blue.
Don't be discouraged:
Best lies in the film of a shameless dream,
Where fortune swims at ease to warm the stream.
Through fear of taking chances lies real deal,
By uncertainty quietness to be heal-
Don't be frustrated.
Through luck, you draw goodness watching afar...
Before deadly hope burn down the staged bar-
Don't be ridiculed.
For all enduring hearts evaluate ;
Anger never sort with threatening submit.
Brown brew cuppa gall:
Espresso insights;
Bitterness installs
A sanguine delight.
Blurry eyes twitch fast,
A profound instance;
Awareness can blast
That sleepy distance.
Awkward moments slide,
Blur wakefulness slings;
Consciousness abides
In caffeine brew sting.
Morning cuppa fix,
A moment aligns;
Whatever comes next
Awareness designs.
Morning sensations:
Blur swirling unease;
Coffee pulsations
To climax blunt ease.
Here's to the new dawn:
In brown brewing cup;
I sing to the morn
In fond caffeine rub.
Off to new madness
In conscious mind map;
Breeze into gladness
Ere energy sap!
Leon Enriquez
27 May 2015
Singapore
Welcome to my Kingdom,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas!
I'm just a little Mermaid,have no feet, nor even knees..
Yet i have a Heartbeat,Waitin for a Human's Love,
a Kiss of love ,transform me,in a lady On Your lands above.
Welcome to my Kingdom ,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas,
Your chocolate Brown eyes sparkling,Will You show me what love means?
I'm so joyful!Even Happy,Your Ship sunked in my deep blue!
In my tender of my weakest,i have a soft spot just for You!
Welcome to my kingdom,Handsome Pirate of the Seas,
Sing to me, On this velvet evening,songs of Sweetest Melodies.
Let Us ,travel UnderWater,I have treasures just for You,
Here are Mermaids in Dark colors,Bronzed Brunettes,and Blondies too!
They can teach you Coral Dancing,On your lap,all over you!
In their Caves,they give you pleasure!as they lullaby with you.
They give you their Gold treasures,Precious Stones and Diamonds too,
Yet all that i can offer,is a Pearl,for whom will love me true.
You can leave me,Go and party,through the night ,Under Rocked waves,
Or else,leave all behind,as You join me in my magic secret place.
Handsome Pirate,i can't give You all their Diamonds and their Gold,
all i can ever give you,is my Loyal Heart to hold..
Handsome Pirate,i can give you, Just a Pearl i've never sold,
this Pearl is pale and fragile,with a tale still to be told..
Welcome to my Kingdom Handsome Pirate of the Seas,
I'm just a little Mermaid,have no feet ,Nor even knees...
Handsome Pirate, i am leaving!If You want Me ,Call my name!
i come forward in an instance ,Hearing what you've gotta say
Welcome to my Kingdom,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas,
Hold on to my Silver tail,as We swim in Our Sweet Dreams
(to be cont..) (Inspired and Helped by jOlly Roger :)Charma
The other day on our morning walk…while by a lake enjoying the view…Deborah turned to me and said, “This is one of my favorite things to do.”
As we gazed out on the water I thought about how often this occurs…and I smiled at my good fortune for having married her.
For long ago marrying this woman who has a host of favorites…so many from which to choose…for instance she has more than one favorite author, favorite actor, favorite movie…favorite pair of shoes.
More than one favorite color, favorite dessert, favorite holiday…favorite book…favorite music, favorite animal, favorite place…and food to cook.
I use to tease her about the word favorite…after all the word means paramount…but she has so many favorites…I long ago lost count.
With each year we’ve been together, however, the more life has moved along…I’ve come to realize she is right…and it’s me who has been wrong,
She is a constant reminder…wherever life takes us…as each day we muddle through it…It’s not only important what we see…but how we choose to view it.
How wonderful for her…how extraordinary…how extremely rare…to be able to walk through life…finding favorites everywhere.
Imagine the anticipation…to wake up every morning and say…”I wonder if today…is going to be my favorite day?”
Imagine, if you were open to it, if you were so inclined…all the miracles you’d discover…all the favorites you might find.
So now, like the other day, when she adds another favorite to her list…
I have no reason to tease or doubt her…
because the fact she has so many favorites…
is one of my favorite things about her.
When struggling with addiction
to uncontrolled
and biologically controlling agents
and competitive outside agencies
Earth is helpful in mentoring patience
with failures of humane self-control
to extend,
feed and water
and grow mindbody wealth
of unwalled health.
So, when possible,
as possible,
extend your compassion
away from impatience
with your own owned egocentrism,
from which we all LeftBrain dominantly suffer,
and, instead, turn toward actively felt RightBrain
curiosity
About understanding your addiction cycles,
addictively felt relationships
vacillating in-between fear and anger
over inadequately safe and nourishing
cooperative humane attachments,
Like, for instance,
the primal neuro-sensory positive
happy
healthy resonant co-empathic
co-relationship you ego-shared
with your original eco-EarthMother
red-blood empowering
And enlightening green MotherEarth cooperative
co-invested
co-passion.
This active curiosity
about your own history of feeling lonely,
unwanted,
detached,
shunned,
marginalized-marginal
unnecessary
dispurposed,
depressed
unfound
unfounded
floundered
Is not where
and when
and how you might also remember feeling
curiously connected,
High serotonin
and deep dopamine enriched,
resonantly and resiliently climaxing
health optimizing ego/eco-mother
bilaterally enlightened connection
Re-connection to our Universal Sacred Promise
of each integral Ego's portentous meaning,
secular purpose,
re-connection to pre-historic memories
of perfectly compassionate nature inhaled
and spirit exhaled
Naturespiralation
warm and active
high and deep
light empowering internal/external
natural and spiritual creolization
scientific and aesthetic
Truth and Beauty
Here and Now
resiliently co-climaxing
curious impressions
Of secular addictions
to sacred resonant re-attachment.
You missed creative writing class today,
but don't worry about it. It's okay.
Similes were on today's agenda,
and I took notes which I will lend ya.
I'm happy to be of assistance.
Let me give you a "for instance".
The ocean is like the desert, friend,
Like my poems, they have no end.
Of course, the desert is a little hotter,
and the ocean has a lot more water.
Sailing makes you sick? Okay, smartie,
riding on a camel ain't no party.
Both of these are the kinds of places
where you get lost and leave no traces.
You just want to get home for dinner.
How's that for a simile beginner?
And if people will ask me why
are you so worried about
peace and yet most when writing you
interchange war for peace
and peace for war or you
rarely favour such a one
warring state against it's
a kind of sistering peaceful
blossoming cheerness for instance?.
I will reply the world even though
fresh and tender like a piece
of land to be tamed or a farm
produce for a second stage
of production or like a company's lab?.
Is a kind of scenario or scene we sometimes see
on books or something.
Ah I fear if the world in
the first place is an
opportunity and tomorrow is
an opposition swans?.