Long Wagtail Poems

Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
 and I need a touch

Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of...

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In the twilight, 
Eilat, seems deserted, some Antofagasta,
Chile's North, before my eyes.	
Bordering Jordan not far, there,
where the  hills are tinted  in blueish-grey,
at the horizon.

A solitary shadow, grey, 
the harbour of Aqaba.
Small, distant houses,
scarcely...

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SONG OF THE EVENING

In a lullaby song of the evening.
In the background a cricket sings, 
corellas fly past, to their resting tree
high upon silhouette wings.

Red sky widens and covers the west
with half sun glowing and...

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BOASTER   RAP


Sometimes the guys used to sit around chugging bird-beer 
Boasting of chicks they’d  held dear.
Some British guy started  in... Well, I was going out with some nice birds
We said -...

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A SPRING DAY IN DERBYSHIRE DALES

Sit with me a while, here on the soft green grass, that hides the Gentian Violet and the Daisy peeping through and watch how the soft cool wind lifts the...

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Did I see an alter ego twirling round the edges of a microscopic slide 
or just another doughnut cell the crosshair must endure?
The answer surely lies upon the fractal shoulders of a dinosauric factor tree...

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Neighbor
Babul Ahmed

We have two well
Everywhere in the middle of
the Virgin River flowing.
Your home on the north side
I, along with the southern windows.
Every morning, facing East
We see both sunrise,
Road, the western horizon
Scarlet red beam bent-law of...

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My friends come dine with me, while nature writes its poetry. 
Corn, maize, sunflower seeds, bread, nuts and fruit for all 
your needs. A bowl of water for you to wash, a gentle sip and...

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Spring the magical season of natural splendour, 
It's glory brightens and blooms every life, 
Birds chirp in meadows and call for their mates;
The tap-tap of the woodpeckers, 
And their courtship dances, 
Welcome the mating season...

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WHAT’S IN A NAME

My Name? 
I'll set the record straight, right now for what it's worth
Wordancer was not the name my mother gave me at my birth.
My avatar can be Emu, Fairy, Frog, or a...

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Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Lucy's tongue is in a twist
Saucy Susie sang a song
Silly Susie sang it wrong
Slinky slimy slippery snakes
Hisses kisses to their mates
Stoats stay stoic on the sand
While Willy Wagtail forms a band
Bandicoots break...

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Is gold blossoming in each branch?
At the end of spring, they fill the ranch.
Smooth, pale, or greenish-grey, crusty barks
Bright yellow, drooping Sundrops fill the parks.
In pendulous racemes, the flowers hang
As though ornaments of spring, they...

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