Long Parrot Poems
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P - Perched on a fruit bearing tree you will see me
A - Attracting everyone with my alluring colours
R - Ripe fruits are my all time favourite
R - Red chillies too I love to eat
O - Often I imitate human voice
T - Talking my pictures is great fun
That was past.
Now I live in a cage, a lonely life,
I can't move much, cannot fly,
no one to talk to, no family,
I wish I was not so beautiful,
I wish I couldn't imitate humans...
Please set me free. I beg of you.
With the coming of corona,
you would have hopefully,
understood my plight.
At least now set me free!
One thing is for sure,
if man doesn't set free all in his captivity,
he will be caged in his house forever.
Date: 7/22/2020
Ewe is a sweet, playful gifted sheep
Who seldom goes to shed to sleep.
She loves to explore all around
Doing lot of things that’ll astound.
She goes far without losing her way
She always comes back another day.
She kisses everyone with her gentle nose
She’s tame and amiable, gaining no foes.
She’s bleating in a lovely rhythmic tune
Her Baa Baa Black Sheep gives a fortune.
She learns the melody from her shepherd
Who always sings with his parrot bird.
All farm animals show her safe roads to go
Her best friends are Baa-Baa, Billy and Moo.
She’s so humble and faithful to everyone
Recognizing her shepherd as number one.
She’s too keen, loyal with strong senses
Leading her back to her flock’s fortress.
Tired
Retired
So, I won’t be
Re tired… I don’t give up I just don’t respond… Queens never compete with pawns.
So, take those slivers you call lips.
That look like uncooked liver.
As you talk your lips quiver.
Always an echo in my chamber.
I just said that, but you repeat it, like what I said, was said to a dummy with a wooden head. I am already an Allstar
I slam dunk from afar …
I slam dunk on these punks never serve the ball drunk when i come on the Court the game will abort. !
Cause I scatter these critters that are pitifully bitter, they parrot and compete they Aim without reach, instead of learning what I teach; They sweat my technique, my style can’t be breached .
Stop trying to undermine, what’s mine is mine- You think I am a has been and that may be true .. I may need to retire because I am tired.
But ive never been a ‘’wannabee’ ‘ or a ‘’never was’’ that never was… I’ll give my seat to someone with love.
But they must be worthy and not someone dirty wit .. itty bitty brains with lips that look worn .
Yes, this is a scorn.
Come correct and stop trying to dis me with my own lines. there are better ways to get attention,and on someone’s mind ! Attention whores get little attention yet ,create dissention; Come correct an don’t talk to me out the side of your neck. . Anyway, I see you., And still I give you nuff respect . Stop competing with someone who has already paved the road.. carried the load and will explode if you don’t stop trying to lip sync my name, you got on my uniform but your not in my game…
I resist the urge to write of what I allegedly know for I am unsure of where I gathered the information and therefor unsure of whether I know it or not. As you can see this poses a strange conundrum as I may be beating a dead horse leaving me with the confusing dilemma of explaining why I beat the horse to death in the first place. Granted it is a metaphorical horse and as such was given life through my personification of its being and undoing. Thus, I keep it in the bath tub for use as a subtly stupid response to inquiries such as “how’s it going”and “what’s new”, to which I reply: “There’s a dead horse in my bathtub”.
I once knew that 2 plus 2 equaled 4. Not so sure anymore as I never accounted for inflation, deflation, tariffs, or the rising heat index as the planet shrinks and the stock marked rates crypto currency and jelly beans have been outlawed. Remember, penny candy, jelly beans, paper with sticky sugary dots, Mary Jane’s. Probably not. But I digress as presently you can’t get a thought for a penny as in “a penny for your thoughts”. It now requires filling out a 12 page terms and conditions document and a 25 dollar filing fee. This may account for the reason so many are presently thoughtless or worse yet that when one person has a thought so many grab onto it and repeat it parrot-like until they start to argue over who’s thought it is or was. This usually engenders a plethora of lawsuits over the violation of someone’s “intellectual” rights.
Where is your gold? The pirate asked.
I grinned and said nothing.
You will have to walk the plank, he threatened.
My dragon taught him otherwise.
A quick hiss, and a fire flame shriveled him into an ash.
Where is your gold? My husband asked.
Thinking I had a secret stash somewhere.
Of course I do, but dare I tell him?
Every woman I know who told her husband ended up alone
With him running toward a younger woman with her stash.
“In an ar! In an ar!” my traitorous parrot squawked.
Luckily the stupid bird cannot make a J sound.
All of my riches are in a jar, underground,
in spots I may never find myself.
“in an ar! In an ar!” I mimicked my parrot.
Stupid bird.
I was once a merchant, a keeper of pets...
for sale, to attract walk in traffic - I'd place
my own parrot just outside my store...
crochetthis started to work for me for sure...
now one day a stranger in town one
I never seen before...
he decided to tease my good parrot poking
his pencil through those bars to scare,..
frighten 'Sunshine' one that was mopin'
in its cage on shaded sunny days...
well, this clever bird didn't know what to do...
at first, she decided to screech each time he
poked loud, very loud FLOCK YOU - FLOCK you...
now this arrogant so an so was brazen enough
to report this response from Sunshine, i said ok
I'll have a talk with her, doing that I pointed out
you can't do that any more' it replied sure...
I understand so next day when bothered she said
YOU KNOW - YOU KNOW - YOU KNOW - bubble head
Pilchard said, “Mummy, what creatures are we?”
She said, “We are Penguins, we live by the sea.”
Pilchard said, “Mummy, could I be an ape?”
She said, “There’s no trees in this icy landscape.”
Pilchard said, “Mummy, could I be a bear?”
She said, “You might have to fight that white one, there.”
Pilchard said, “Hmmm, a giraffe might be nice.”
She said, “You could never stand up on the ice.”
Pilchard said, “Mummy, could I be a parrot?”
Mummy said, “Son, you’d stand out like a carrot.”
She said, “You’re a Penguin, is that so displeasing?”
And Pilchard said, “Yes, ’cause I’m f-f-f-freezing!”
Champ was there ready to go
Feeling really defensive about this attack though
Problem was the Canes were not there
Did they not care?
“I am glad I said no to the offer Sebastian made since the only intention by him was to get into my business when they invade,” he said wondering if they got paid.
Walk on, walk on Champ did to the bar
Having his Independence after he parked the car.
Sebastian did arrive at the place
Trying to build his case of not being there which made people ponder if they did not care.
“Are you here or are you there,” Champ did ask
Trying to figure out if Sebastian was wearing a mask
“Champ my good friend I am here to defend,
You see we needed to show our kicks to help us sell our sticks”
Shaking his head Champ once again said,
“My ramp is for fun since all I do is run.”
Taking another swig of doggie brew
Champ was hoping this sales pitch was through.
“But you need us canes especially if you get a sprain,”
Champ looked at him funny knowing Sebastian was just looking for money
“You need another score, you need more,” Sebastian knew things were getting late and he needed to get to another state.
Champ laughed at this request to make more points on the test.
“I don’t need you Sebastian I was able to make one more run just for fun and ended up with another score that was more now it is time for Sebastian to head to the door.”
Champ watched the Ibis leave thinking about what he was able to achieve.
He played for fun, made enough runs and now the Bulldogs were Independence Bowl’s number one.
Watching Birds In The Garden
Watching birds in the garden
amidst of mundane
chores
to bore
is my simple pleasure !
That trove of treasure-
I enjoy in my garden and lawn
at every early dawn.
Group of sterlings
quarrelling and chirping !
Flocks of sparrows to hop and chirrup:
Taking morning tea as I burp.
I observe,
cooing doves
and little birdies with sweet tweets
fed by parent bird bit by bit
through beak to mouth agape !
That makes me laugh.
Parrot or parakeet
sometimes visit
Even hoopoe, though rare
really cares
to whelm me:
Tough enemy
of small Insects,
they detect
from ground
all around.
Off and on a kite
on its flight
takes rest on tree top.
Ambient is disturbed.
Flocks of crows get perturbed
with shrill caws non stop.
Simple fun has turned my addiction:
Free entertainment ! No restriction.
02/ 09/ 23
A Simple Pleasure
Contest by Julia Ward.
I held my arms out to her.
Waiting for her to hug me.
I miss you today. I whisper.
Such a moment of jubilee.
I fair need to be on the charm of my dove.
She's in my heart forever.
who can spy Springs flow pure love
She felt the warmth stream over.
The water flows by the scent of my flowers.
How the body flows under jovial heaven?
She reveres the shadow cower.
And carries a little of the old leaven.
The window blasts the spring breeze.
The Parrot soaks my glass of bliss.
The sip of divine grace appeases.
She is upbeat to know my kiss.
I did not realize the beginning.
But agreed the plan was shrewd.
In the end, I ran out of paper, querying.
That’s a sound chain of deeds.
I have no place in any scenario.
Why should we live in vain?
Who is impressed that the big profit is our embryo?
Who persuaded them that you're trusty, not a strain.
Who claims women’s vision there's no delight in labor.
This vicious principle was extended still further.
I feel that I can't swim; in the sea of flavor.
May the breeze prank with all the storms of fervor.
Soothe the lips of the roses.
Pacify the voice and bright guitar melodies
With the charm of nectar doses.
She said I was from winds, in the books of parodies.
Not the background bust, all lines of affection.
You crush me toward the edges of the stage.
I remain in the strides of attention.
I alter my words to see your sage.
The contrast between realizing how to play words
A dream weaved dramatic content for me.
You are a princess, in my words.
I cruise with your eyes; that’s the key.
You are my novice
You are my present and my past.
You lift my goodness.
My sonnet is your name hast.
Your energy will stay in my books.
No cease to worry yet.
Hide the blood shadows from your cheeks
The lines had a chance to thrust.
Do not be shy.
Do not be shy.