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I kept thinking you would turn around
You said you would never leave
But it was getting harder to hear the sound
Of you moving about the leaves
I didn’t scream or chase you down
Instead, I froze in fright
I drew a circle on the ground
Where I would spend the night
I steadily followed, with my eyes
As you faded in the distance
I felt some sort of paralyzed
By a moderate force of resistance
Inevitably, you became so small
Too soon, you disappeared
Starved Wolves began their evening call
But, no longer, was I scared
Scarred feet, were bare
My heart was pounding
No covers to wear
womanhood was sprouting
Desperation replaced humility
Rage overpowered my pain
I vowed to push on, relentlessly
I refused to die, in vain
After miles of barely moving
I locked eyes with an elderly farmer
Confused at what I was doing
He yelled, please, move no farther
Removing the coat that kept him warm
He began to walk my way
He mumbled, we must beat this storm
Then took me in, a stray
He didn’t so much as sneak a peek
His eyes were tired and caring
My jaw was weak, too tired to speak
I admired him so, for sparing
I live on the frozen tundra where cold winds blow
I'm never bothered by the amount of ice and snow
The thickness of my feathers are deep at my chest
like a downy insulated coat that's better than a vest.
I'm busy keeping watch over my two mated hens
who sit on the nests we've built on mounded dens.
I've eleven mouths to feed, all screaming for food
at night I'm quite busy searching the neighborhood.
My golden eyes are keen so I can see best in the dark
When I dive for a morsel I never miss my targeted mark.
I hear something scampering beneath the blanket of snow.
It's a scurrying little mouse. Be right back, I have to go.
Another snack for my babies, newly out of their shells.
They think they have to eat when their stomach compels.
Now that it's quiet, I'll perch on a branch up in this tree
and keep a watch out for predators who want to eat me.
Hunting is much easier because my fur coat is purest white.
I blend in just perfectly with the snow by day and at night.
I can turn my head in any direction by swiveling it around
Until my prey approaches, I'm good at not making a sound.
A fox is creeping in from the North, hoping for some action
but my sharp talons will chase him away, to my satisfaction.
Excuse me for a moment, but I see an approaching artic hare,
a hardy meal for the chicks, my mates will chew to prepare.
There are humans living near by, in a log cabin over the hill
they leave meat out for me when they make a fresh kill.
I've no reason to fear them because they never hunt for owl.
I love living in this frigid climate where I'm free to fly and prowl.
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January 31st, 2016 Owl Personification Contest by Eve Roper
Will our love be like the tide, sweeping changes
taking us to distant lands? the beach washed clean
daily...
Will our love be like the rivers eddy, swirling
circles, lazy fish, sparkling sunlight?
Will our love be like the falls? Dropping, wearing,
damned and released at times? A merry pounding sound
with rushing crashing and rocks...
Will our love be like the calm still pool, filled
again by the rains but green and stagnating at times?
Where the bugs and tadpoles breed...
Love can be all those things, and each in its time.
Just give me this.. Enough to float on, and a steady
supply. Don't leave me with thirst to die.
our love - 1-28-2005 (C) Artimus Susan Manley
See them crawling out of the mound walking in a straight line, one set is going to East, the other to the West, carrying little particles of food in their mouth and moving with rapid speed.
They stop and greet each other on the way and I am always curious about what they have to say; the message is brief and they continue their laborious journey up and down the street.
I stood by the tree root and observe the ants at work; they were carrying a dead lizard under the tree, hundreds of them hoist it in the air and drag it into the hole;
It is amazing to see those little things latching on to the tail of a giant lizard without a inch of fear, they hurry back and forth and seal their fate in the dirt.
The ant has a message for you of how to walk on a thin line when the place is crowded and your home is invaded. You can slide up and down the tree and walk around the wood peckers feet; he will make a howling sound that will disturbed the entire town and set the people in motion.
The ladybug knows about it and the grasshopper cannot control it, the buzzing bee understands it and the American eagle is in love with it. The cardinal in the tree is waiting but the frog and the sparrow are petrified about it.
I got caught up in the animal world and I kept looking for something outside you that will make my dream come through, something that will make me think, and make the magpie sing; they are all around you, jumping from tree to tree and swinging from limb to limb.
The parrot is a talkative fellow and it will make you bellow. It sits quietly in the cage watching your every move, and he knows how often you go to the toilet and how often you change your shoes.
It sneaks upon you in the dark with a filtering light overhead, the one that they use to bury the dead and when the nights are cold the talkative parrot makes my spirit bold.
Sometimes it gets awfully quite and dozes off and that is the only time you can slip away, when the parrot is at play.
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The Physical qualities of the song ranged
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing a song
about two lovers who were never
to speak of there love.A Hero To her
lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of
her love of a man who wished never to marry: but fell in love
and he and she debated ever becoming married
due to pople who might not come around them if they endeavored in a maritail togethernes.
The song features points of devotion: points of fear: it puts an emphisises on togetherness: but details
the labors of continuing to be together.
Lovers who fear the future
might look to this song and find reason to stay together or part..
When the Baritone and Tenor take stage the song changes it's rhythmn.
the story is same bt the sound shift's to a grueling grind. a slow romping soothing sound.
A bass and tenor than performs while a mezzo soprano provides a background with anwsers to the Malo charcters questions.
When the Bass ask's her to marry the men combine
in a chorus to spak with one voice.
Perfection to sync the perfect sound!
Bravo! Music Bravo!
In your eyes I am my illness; it’s all that you can see
I lack the courage that is needed to take root and grow me
Is it my bipolar disorder or anxiety that you fear?
That keeps you holding on so tight, you’re strangling me my dear
I’m grateful for your care while I convalesced
In your eyes you need to heal me, but I just needed rest
Feeling like half a person with you lying in your bed
I must be moving on from you, I know I’m being led
In your eyes the sickness is the only reason
You’re reminded of my brokenness and of all my demons
When I’m with you in nothingness my voice doesn’t make a sound
I secretly share myself with strangers when you’re not around
I cannot be my best with you and stand on my own feet
I must find my own meaning, I have challenges I must meet
I’m busting out; I’m breaking free of the doubts that have holds on me
I’m taking all my baggage; it’s time I set us free
Everyone is podded off
Sipping, slipping into chill-consciousness
Blue Note-certified musings drip
From the tongues and lips
Busy, chewing the amplified air
The waitress saunters
Occasionally brushing up
Against the black-lacquered stallion
Resting quiet
Mums the word
It's ivory asleep
Begging to be woken
The 523p light
Provoked by a late Spring day
Zings this tacit creature
Who yearns to be struck and tickled
By the next master
Who may dive deep and wide
Or simply sing and sling their heart
Above the ivory sway and fray
Oh the pleasant possibilities
That lie among incorrigible strings
Pedals pumping soft and purposeful
When sunshine arrives to take a ride
But for now
It waits
Soaking in ambient sound
Under a blanket of muteness
And subtle anticipation
For the muse or drunk to arrive
And scratch it's belly
To bellow, explode
The aural incantations
Begging to ascend.
(5/11/17)
ninety degrees at noon
every tree branch is moving
proof there is a breeze, yet I do not feel it
whew whew whew whew whew
songbirds
I am on the porch, listening
a wasp flies past
I hear a loud plane
it sounds like a sonic wind tunnel
a bee glides past
my dog’s tongue is out
two two two, another bird
my gardens need tending
I notice lots of weeds
tall ones
three cardinals swoop down from the roof
two head toward the forest
one turns and dives through the fence next to me
it is a chain link fence
I am amazed she fit
she makes a ninety degree turn and flies away
the dog has not noticed
he flopped down like a loud bag of bricks
the wind chimes move without sound
too too too too too
another bird
the wind chimes begin to pick up a tiny tingle
I notice insects buzzing
a gentle July day
life in the country
demi lunes
ascending the height of pleasure
tantra crept in
through the cracks of reality
a rainbow crescent eclipsed all pain
turned the suffering of suffering
into a medium for growth and change
chakras mingled in orange and indigo
blue and red composed violet glows
a yellow hue infused
navel gazing at its best
her green eyes mesmerized
the radiance of togetherness
created a full spectrum
of mind body and soul
like children they painted
on the canvas of their skins
as tidal waves of intimate warmth
ebbed and flowed
to the sound of music in their heart
when synaesthesia exploded all senses
all darkness disappeared
and white stars watched over their union
two demi lunes became
one lunar globe
tickled by sunlight of compassion
caressed infinite peace
24th October 2024
The empyreal rise of sun reflected in crimson glows on tips of gold and green leaves, and the edges of your hair as you drew your first breath. So sweet the sound of air exhaled, like a zephyr in the late days of august when leaves are turning over then pirouetting down in the gossamer breeze, gracefully towards the ground. I am sure the angels moved in the same ethereal tone on the day you were birthed. Oh how the years seemed to fly as if on wings of tepid breezes. Sometimes I wish we could see time, years like lines on trees and count our days. If one could trace the paths of life, see the roots like trees, they would know if they were grounded on the paths like limbs and know how far they would extend. I see myself like autumn's trees, less grounded, naked in the wake of your passing. I feel the blush of my flesh fade in less hue then the near colorless trees as they peer back at me. I hear the faint chimes fall like church bells through their shallow branches as they quiver from winter-like chills in the passing of seasons and the change it brings. I feel the cries from skies, as they fall from the corners of my own eyes in the chagrin of storms and its resemblance to death yet I know I do not cry alone.
somber are the skies
when you hear the angel's cries
through zephyr of wind
August 22, 2019
Angels Danced Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo
* today august 22, happens to be my brother's heavenly birthday, tomorrow will mark 9 years since his passing, he passed at the age of 49 and 1 day, sadly!