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Elephants, Wolves and Chimps, Oh My!
In Africa, young elephants are sweet.
The matriarchs remain the leaders of
their group, and youngsters help these elders eat
when they’re too weak to chew. Now that’s real love!
In packs of wolves, the boss is Mom or Dad.
It seems as if it’s in their DNA.
The parents snap or growl to show they're mad.
The pups back off. They do not disobey!
Young primates also do as they are told.
They’re very sociable, and studies show
the young pay more attention to the old
to learn the things that monkeys need to know!
Too bad when human parents growl or snap,
some kids talk back or do not give a crap!
Nov. 29, 2017 for Michael Vacek's
Sonnet with a Twist, Nature's Lesson to Humanity Poetry Contest
A bird that loves warm weather, I am beautiful and bright
although some in my family can even be pure white!
I have a friend like that (so cute). His name is cockatoo.
You can call ME Scarlet. I’m yellow, red and blue!
How beautifully I blend in with colors you can see
in Amazon’s exotic jungle. That’s where you’ll find me!
Curved and quite distinctive is my large and lovely beak.
It cracks nuts (even coconuts!). It’s certainly not weak.
I’ve got strong claws for clutching as well as four long toes.
Plus I know more things than your average bird knows!
That’s because I’m sociable and smart inside my flock.
Our tail feathers we shake and noisily we squawk!
That’s how we communicate; if caught, we learn to gab.
That’s one reason we’re a bird that bad guys like to nab.
I’m charming and gregarious. Sassy too I’d say!
But just you try to catch me; I bet I’d get away.
After I am 3, I hardly even get to date
because I live for many years and stay with just one mate!
To watch me in my setting, I think you’d be in awe.
Do you know precisely? I’m the parrot called macaw!
July 26, 2020
for Tania Kitchin's I Am A Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Mary Davis dwelled on a fruit farm, adoring the company of animals.
Most beloved was sociable Sam, who made her giggle, like bubbles!
Whereas Mary was seven-years-old, Sam, her lamb, was still a baby,
Given to Mary by best neighbors, when they played in orange daisies.
Sam's white fleece was soft and fluffy, like a mound of feather pillows;
Like clouds of endless, turquoise skies, blown by breezes, into billows.
Sweet-natured Sam and Mary's bond, was special. Soon inseperable!
As one, they chased sun; like heaven seen, through rainbow's portal.
Friends found fanciful, skipping Mary, in the far-out days of fabulous,
Under butterscotch sun of fascination, soon cherry red, as an amulet.
Fabled days told a faceted story of time, in faddish phases of flowers;
As family finished delaying finally, visiting dreamy, dusk's lemon sours.
Sam was usually someplace to be seen, but sometimes he wandered;
And Mary sought him out-like privacy loving night, soon squandered.
The 'sapphire tower' bore rich blooms, as 'zebrina lifesaver' remedied;
And 'sundrops primroses' were lingering, as the silken breeze hurried.
'Bee passion' blooms generated hysteria, with the fragrance of fairies;
As summer saluted lovely 'queen's tears.' Some nomads never marry!
Mary was feeling ill one day. It soon passed, but she was late to class.
It grew later, as she looked for steady, silent Sam, in tall, green grass.
Sam was nowhere about, though they always walked to school together.
Soon worried Mary found the school in uproar, like redbirds of a feather!
Sam was running from the teacher, in the classroom of much disarray;
As the children screamed with laughter, loving the opportunity to play!
Laughing herself, Mary coaxed Sam over. Glad to find her, Sam obeyed.
The chuckling teacher allowed Mary to take him home, where he stayed.
That day became a topic of legend and lore. A song was written about it.
It soon grew old and beloved, like a starbound comet, swift as a rocket!
'Mary had a little lamb;
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.'
Talk of the barnyard today were Daisy Debbie and Darlene
Three piglets whose mother is rarely and not often seen.
They are as sociable as she is elusive, shy, hidden and quiet.
That she is the mother of these piglets is truly a riot!
They must take after their daddy, observed the cow and horse.
They are spiffy and jiffy, dancing and prancing, usually off course.
Their snorting is loud, and they make themselves known.
They are as loud as a 747 who is being crankily flown.
Daisy, Debbie and Darlene, take after their grandma Sow.
She was a showgirl, a high stepper, that sow was a wow!
Three piglets in the barnyard who keep us all on our toes.
Where they will end up is anyone's guess, said the goat named Boze.
As one of the feathered fowls* mentioned by the Scriptures
the chickadee is God’s wondrous song bird among fellow creatures
with marvelously melody-producing features
Blessed to triumph along freedom ventures.
Grateful that the Creator upholds its singing delight
beautifying musical roles by His wisdom’s light…
the chickadee is sociable, fun and feisty showing cheer’s might
prevailing with the alarm calls and songs midst blissful flight
Honouring the Designer by its “fee-bee” accent
it displays “chickadee-dee-dee” sounds, oh, magnificent
inspiring humankind with varied notes as pleasant present
the chickadee praises the Lord along environment’s license!
*Psalm 78:27
July 12, 2020
5th place, "Bird" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/12/2020.
Somewhere on the hardwood
Play grounders said you were good
Talent agent brought you indoors
They were really fir sure
In between the flashing lights
Gleaming and bright
Loud noises
Drowning out sociable voices
You were able to score
More and More
Traveling to different cites on a promotional sporting exhibition tour
Whether it was taking trains, planes or automobiles
You avoided the defensive steals
Moving a team from the land known for lakes
Franchise success deemed the spectacle not a fake
It was a city nicknamed angels
Fame and fortune façade had no danger
Ad mist the wild fiery glow
“It’s like you know”
A place where shaking ground could make one honestly state ‘it’s time to go’
Two or three points defined the scoring way
Navigating through the polluted gray
All done for contractual pay
For plastic
Making all these baskets
Or was the glamour true
Better than representing the red white and blue
Wearing 76er colors gold medal cool
Freedom has been under the microscopic test
Maybe it was our attitude touting ‘we are the best’
Everybody now sinks field goals in a bubble
Due to health care trouble
Staying six feet apart
Following rules from the CDC chart
Making issue not wearing face masks visiting the mini mart
Taking away life’s trusting fun
Infecting the idea ‘going out and getting sun’
Reported many are resting in peace
Not much word if there are markers acknowledging all the deceased
Many times celebrities were welcomed nice gestures
Acts could be putting on pressure
In the same fashion as an artistic academic coach professor
Remember when getting the open clear lane
During this civil game
Where not bouncing a ball is a walk
Penalized turnover people whisper and talk
Four others work together performing in the show
Passing around this round rock
Skills learned respectfully in friendly competition on the block
Swishing into the nets
Nightly one hundred a team is supposed to get
Sending people home entertained not upset
While flying in the air
Doesn’t matter who taunted the dare
It is what it is
Athletic show biz
Some people have 'the look' and exemplify 'the part' for a lifetime.
The curtain has opened; their 'stage of life' unfolds, and the role they
seem destined to play, is set on autopilot with predictable outcomes.
Some others don't turn out the way they started.
Their personalities seem to take on a different being when
their environment changes. Their once WITHDRAWN persona
somehow escapes the narrow cave in which they were born.
In high school, their true FEELINGS seemed mostly SHROUD,
and any notion of freeing them from what seems a state
of DEPRESSION was out of the question. Nothing seemed to
ever excite them, and it appeared as if they were sold into
slavery and doomed to a life of MELANCHOLY.
They were never accused of being anti-social, but they certainly
were not very sociable. Their personal view of the world or even
their community was always totally GRIM, and their best
outlook on the world at large was sad and GLOOMY.
Notwithstanding, there are many who break free from the inward
WISTFUL state and become vocal leaders with broad opinions. From
wounded wings and borders of limitation, they rise and soar like eagles.
They tune into their creator, and discovering the purpose for which
they were born, deposit their unique contributions to their world.
052523PSCtest. Emile Pinet. Contest Name, Eight Word Challenge
In my alone ...when I'm alone always alone but yet not alone all I have to do is attend to myself breathe my own breath talk to myself listen to myself and relish in the fact that though I'm alone I'm not alone
Don't git it twisted don't be convicted it's OK that I'm I am not sadden nor relying on the masses I'm sociable yet I ain't over whelm my or your devices quietly I spill away alone with holding hands always with my father his hand removes me from the crowded judgments unimportant voices and riddle and rain down on and around me
Again my alone when I'm alone is in a mix of Jesus and The Father a Host of Angels covering sound exclusive from anyone everyone else my social contact is my heart Jesus God's first Within Myself I'm alone it's okay and I'm all right I am all right in myself and in myself I am all right...in mine alone
11/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
Fabulously
A ltruistically available, adaptable, and attractive…
Absolutely
T emperate teacher, thoughtful, timely - tackling things…
Tactfully
H ilariously humane, hallowed, happy, heavenly, holy…
Habitually
E arnestly eager, effective, elegant, endearing, edifying…
Eternally
R adiantly ravishing, realistic, rejuvenating, resilient…
Realistically
S erenely sincere, sensitive, sociable, soft-spoken…
Significantly
D evotedly dedicated, disciplined, Determined…
Deeply
A dmirably acceptable, adorable, agreeable, alert…
Always
y earlong yogic, youngish, yielding… yeasty…
Youthfully
Younger
Yours…
………..
11th May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Yesterday, sociable sun embellished,
desires of my poetic garden heart.
Spreading sweet scents of serenity,
elegantly and enchantly, echoing,
vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary,
but, such is the nature of the muse,
without refreshment, it's petal like mood cried
for raindrops of ink to nourish and flourish its
sensitive sleeping seeds, shielded by my soul.
But, howling winds arrived with bitter rain.
Their rapid rage of gusts so forceful,
fumed furiously at my simple words.
Hysterical and bloodthirsty,
their wrath devoured my delicate artistry,
all day and throughout the night -
for the first time, I felt empathy for the moon.
The morning after, I awoke to find my
flower garden resembling Greek ruins.
My cherry blossom tree is now bare,
her pink buds floating in depthless puddles.
Tulips are headless, with their perished petals,
laying lifeless along my purple slate path,
as rose bushes slump,
arching and aching from brutal blows.
Unsociable sun did not appear today,
maybe too afraid, maybe too shy.
In my state of despair, I wonder;
Is there beauty, in such a tragedy?
Is there hope in such an unfair travesty?
But raindrops keep pouring,
physically, emotionally and metaphorically.