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Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope
Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes
Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt
Chirpy jerky punk band
And they have no problem with crowding out
From a bush or bird feeder
Finches and chick-a-dees
They’re kind of a bully
Push around those that are smaller
Who carry pouches of yellow and pink
And tiny symphonies
They clog up my eavestroughs with nests
Right now
I watch one sparrow land on top of another
And the tree branch bends down
Under their heft
Bounces up and down
To their sex
Again
The limb
Seemingly
Waving them off
Or so it tries
As if it’s saying
Get off me you animals.
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
The loyal ones we keep close
The mean ones, we ignore those
The truehearted ones, we cherish
The treacherous ones, we banish
The helpless ones, we give a hand
The careless ones, we push around
The adventurous ones, we visit them uninvited
The measured ones, with our secrets they’re entrusted
The lazy ones, we drag out of bed
The crazy ones, we straighten up their heads
The loud ones, we let them talk us to sleep
The quiet ones, we tease them till they flip
The foodie ones, pick the joints
The moody ones, we crack with jokes
To the dreamy ones, we make them reach
To the hopeless ones, we set a bridge
The brokenhearted, we cry with them
The departed, we hold a candle flame
We miss them, we make them
We remember them, we break them
In a bliss, when we hurt
We love, we hate
A friendship is fulfilling but can still deplete
Friends can break us into pieces and make us complete
"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration."
~ by poet
I find that I've become impatient with people who seem dense
and it only serves to frustrate me with an ire too often intense.
Sometimes, under my breath, I hear the words I'm mumbling,
"Why can't you understand this?" Then, I realize I'm grumbling.
I'm just a lowly human without a trace of Divinity to be found
so, I should be more humble, for I've not been royally crowned.
"Be tolerant," my heart whispers to my soul, as if it could hear.
"And be mindful," it said to my tongue, "words can bring tears."
I really should listen with more compassion and less askance.
I've no right to judge others. I don't know their life's circumstance.
Swallowing harsh words is a taste I should learn to find sweet
and conquer the bitterness of retorts... intolerance then I'd defeat.
People are not chess pawns that I can push around on a board,
and leniency should be allowed them across every stream I ford.
I don't control who walks the bridge with opinions of their own.
It's their right to have them, even if they're ones I don't condone.
I'll pursue being more tolerant of others and give them respect
and be sincerely diligent about this as a goal I should not neglect.
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
She's as pretty as a diamond ring
to me that girl is everything
She's been push around a while
alone and scared like a small child
But she stays strong and carries on
because she has two babies at home
She's a mother who can't be late
'cause its her turn in class to demonstrate
how strong she can be without me
always caring for our family
Its three a.m. she bats her eyes
as she wakes up to new born cries
She picks him up and holds him close
and get ready to change his clothes
She cleans him up and lays his down
while the other one runs round and round
She's a mother who cannot wait
she can't remember her late date
her selfless acts yes they come in stacks
all she really needs is a chance to relax
The day has come she's in the sun
she's so scared that she could run
She holds it in and thinks of them
and of just how hard that it has been
They call her name this feels insane
the tears start falling like the rain
She's a mother who did it all
now she's out there standing tall
Scrawny Kid
Part one
Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That smell that made us heave.
Talked with a nervous stutter,
and didn’t have a special friend.
Kept forgetting his homework,
Lame excuses he couldn’t defend.
Remember when it came to Sports,
My God he got some stick,
Absolutely useless at everything,
Always the last to get picked.
His Jumper had massive holes in it,
Knees bloodied, scabbed and cut,
Couldn’t answer any questions,
Empty head, brain closed tight shut.
We knew he was going nowhere,
Just another life, under achiever.
Then my jaw dropped to the floor,
I’m no longer a disbeliever.
Part Two
Yes, that’s it, now I recall his name,
Scrawny Luke Took, from Class 4D.
Well, not so Scrawny anymore,
Torso carved like, a great Oak tree.
Not the sort you’d push around,
Runs a Gym down Knightsbridge way.
Tailor made suits, slick black hair,
and a motivational speaker, they say.
Married to a Hollywood Actress,
Drives a flashy Ferrari Car.
Has his own range of fragrance,
One thing is true, he’s definately gone far.
His handkerchiefs are made of silk,
Sleeves of finest Green Kashmir,
No longer that nervous stutter,
Oozing confidence for all to hear.
Never did his homework, way back then,
But clearly didn’t do him no harm.
The perfect city gentleman,
With a wealth of talent and charm.
So, he didn’t have an empty head,
And knew where is destiny lay,
Don’t be fooled by the Scrawny kid,
He’ll be better than us all one day.