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A Little Girl's Peacock

A Little Girl’s Peacock

The vision she must have had
A brightly colored peacock
Many artists saw the magnificent creature
They all spoke of it
Some called it a toucan
Others saw the peacock for what it was
She knew what she wanted
She wanted a beautiful bird
Peacock or toucan she got what she wanted
A beautiful bird that everyone wanted to see
She brought to life the entire spectrum of color
Such time she must have taken
Every feather in place
An eye that had so much life in it
The bird was ready to jump off the canvas
It was ready to take flight through a dense rain forest
How could she have such a talent?
No one taught her
She had the passion in her heart
So strong was her passion that every brushstroke was perfect
It was almost as if she had the bird within her grasp
For her age she made quite an impact
Not one person thought that she was only 8 years old
Such a talent at such a young age
Some called it a miracle
Others called it just a lucky shot
If you ask that little girl
She will tell you that it is just a painting of a peacock
Nothing more, nothing more
Just a peacock painted by a little girl
And that is all that matters


Premium Member Kids and Rings and Funny Things

Eugene awoke and looked upon
His Mirror in the morning Dawn
He saw himself and stopped to yawn
Then saw instead his friend Antoine.

Well Antoine said ‘come in, come on
I’ll whisk you with this Magic Wand
Then we can journey to the Pond
And sail astride the Silver Swan’.

And once inside the Looking Glass
Amazing conquests came to pass
Before the midday hourglass
Released its sands upon the grass.

Well, first they sought and found the pond
And hypnotized the Silver Swan
To sail them to the edge beyond
To Charles, the Froggy Vagabond.

Well Charles was said to be ‘a King’
Whose Crown was hanging from a String
While hopping with a golden Ring
Just waiting for a Kiss in Spring.

Now Antoine said he’d kiss ‘the King’,
(Or better said ‘the Froggy Thing’)
But Eu refused to do such thing
Unless the Frog removed the Ring.

The Ring transfixed poor Froggy’s Nose
Instead of round his tiny Toes
To keep away the Midnight Crows
As far as anybody knows.

When Froggy’s Nose was finally free
There was a sudden kissing spree
With Ant and Eu (and Swan made three)
To fix the Froggy’s Destiny.

The Rest is rather imprecise.
As to the trio’s Sacrifice
The facts alone should now suffice -
The Pond and Froggy turned to ice.

And Swan became a Toucan Bird,
The strangest thing I ever heard,
Instead of chirp she only purred
And even then she sometimes slurred.

Though Charles the Frog was mighty cold,
Upon the Pond he stiffly strolled
Behind the The Ring that slowly rolled
In search of one more nose to hold.

Well, Eu watched Antoine set the Pace
When beating Toucan in the Race 
To seek and find a warmer Space
In front of Mother’s Fireplace.

So Antoine waved his charmed Baton
And whisked Eu back to Mum’s Salon -
But looking back, Eu’s friend was yon
Behind the silvered Amazon.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Silent Song

"A Silent Song"

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks to work
Sits at his desk
Carries on as usual
Chats on with the new study, 
he’s on a roll, softly flirts
Quietly, silently, it always works
Groundhog Day that’s the worst,
Where’s the breaker to dive under it all
Every now and then a Tempest is called for
A heavenly thunderous squall
Just to shake it up
Move through the strung out long day pall
Cover his mirror with her fog and all

All the while
He’s talking it up, little work day dramas
Meetings minute cutlass pen thrust
Business as usual, balls to bust
Still underneath it all he’s thinking the stories frame by frame
She whispers out of nowhere ethereal in his brain,
“The best story is yet to arrive, it’s only the middle of the day…
maybe some gold glitter, a Llama and a Toucan that sashays?”

Empath on his knees by midnight
He’s writing melancholic love songs
The words are tight, verses short 
Not long, he’s thinking Turtle Doves and short skirts
That won’t work…
scrawls it out, writing’s gone with the wind, 
The best words for the story don’t take too long
He listens to some music, thinks of her and sings a new song.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Dreams flourish dripping words
black on white her familiar screen
pounding faster like raging horses hooves and heart beats
bleed vibrant colors mystic legions of wars and lovers
a foreign sovereignty her mind and wily covers her pageantry
Her eyes the windows of her world
Wings beating flying free 
Cages broken, horses hooves hearts racing
She follows him on another shore a dream by sea
Praying prophecies
Empath on her knees

Two very different minds
Free to be

(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)




Music/ Paolo Conte, "Sparring Partner"
https://youtu.be/tzjdY5rmpCA

Losing Face

One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
Form: Rhyme

Popular Culture

Silence is not the finale of the conversation,
 glowworm is bush lux,
chicken is not made of egg,
the desire comes from the vision
at least for the male...
Horny always comes from the word,
not always from the body. 
 Theo cat is a tame feline
dog is homegrown wolf...
Passion can kill lives,
the pig's nose is electrical outlet,
love, overcomes death...
The dark, has light obscurity,
turtle has its own world,
the shadow is a secret,
roots have green blood,
the toucan doesn't have
mouth, but beak...
The woodpecker without
  stick wood not prick,
poet doesn't write nonsense,
 he just amuses... !


Premium Member My Magic Childhood Sight

(I first thing mentioned here had to be from me dreaming "awake," 
but the other two things I still swear to this day I saw them and my
sisters verify they remember me telling everyone about seeing
those things!)

A child, I woke from sleep once and surveyed,
before my very eyes, a big parade
with clowns and elephants and marching band.
It could not be a dream; it was so grand!

Then later where I lived there was a wood
behind the street of our new neighborhood.
And once while playing war games, I could swear
I saw back there a big brown grizzly bear!

It probably was thought I was a liar
the day I claimed that on the telephone wire
a toucan perched with bill bright green and red,
which no one else had seen before it fled.

It’s ages since I’ve had the chance to see
such wondrous visions where they should not be!
Nearsightedness is not my only plight.
I’ve long since lost my magic childhood sight.

For Crystal Wilkin's first Contest "Childhood Memories!"
Form: Rhyme

I Wake Up From My Dream

I wake up from my dreams 
To a beautiful day 
The sun is up its like the bloom 
Of the sunflower that grows so high 
And in my dream it comes alive, 
With the flurry of birds flying through the sky
And there I fly by there side ,
Over the hill up so high

Oh how I wish I could go any we're I please
Fly across the ocean, and in among the trees
sit amongst the branches and watch the world go by, 
And be as free as a bird,

I'd fly and sit on the canopy
High up in the Amazon, 
The forest full of palm trees, 
And full  of colourful birds 

It comes alive day and night 
You can hear they music playing
It's is full of life , 
It's free , it's wild , and amazing

The toucan sits , so colourful 
There's monkeys swinging high 
From the unhurahui tree
As I watch from high 

I could fly off to a desert island 
And watch the waves roll in
And as they gently roll Over rocks near by
There's a starfish sunbathing

The sea is clear like tinted blue glass 
I can see the fish so clearly
There swimming in and out the coral
It's like looking at a painting

There are so many places that i could fly
When I'm in my dream
The world is so full of wonderful things
I only wish I could see them 

There is so little time on earth 
We can not see it all, 
But we can dream a wonderful dream 
And hope our dreams come true 


Susan gage

Premium Member Wolfed

The legs of the tigress were the first to go;
torn from her in a single vicious bite,
then left, helpless, to watch the rabbit; 
bop and boogie around the once fierce cat. 

The lion met a similar grizzly fate;
head torn from body upon gleefully which
the monkey did his dance macabre
in front of audience of tailless sheep.

The elephant, and ram, sans legs, of course,
performed a rather rhythmic limbo dance
under a cunning arch of bison, bear, and fox.
Followed by a mystery shape, we'll call a dog.

The turtle and the owl went in one quick snap,
and missed the seal's famous party trick;
balancing a kangaroo, half-eaten,
on his nose while standing on a cow.

The camel eventually broke in two;
beneath the weight of two donkeys and a horse,
causing hyena to start its manic laugh,
but not for long; it, too, was swallowed, whole.

The toucan crumbled under rhino's charge
and fell beneath the hippo's headless feet.
Then just as things were warming up, I found, alas,
no more Animal Crackers left in the box.

Premium Member Hi Hey Ho


Connor Constrictor 
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot 
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
 
Tutu Toucan 
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus 
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”

Kami Chameleon 
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise 
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”

All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing, 
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”

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