This company action, has thwarted the slaughter of almost four hundred B C
Ostriches in Canada, that are essential
Key workers? In helping with avian flu
Antibody rescearch.' My hat off to you
Jeremy..You are a true leader; and your
Co-workers are hero's also.' I wish your
Firm all the sucesss possible.'
Three cretinous judges, have commited to
The slaughter.' Of the B C Ostriches what?
Such a crime and dis-order.' Who knows these
Sleazball black robed ghouls? Who pours
Their water, man its so un-cool who tends
Theif hair who would shake their hand? Who
Would be their neighbor? Who can approve of
Their plans.?
Hello its Moi..Me who sees.? Green sick actions and plans
Do others agree.? Plans to kill some Ostriches a herd four
Hundred strong.' All quite healty..Ceetificated; tested yet
That has been ( submerged? Hidden? My this is surely
Wrong? Must they follow the seven hundred Koalas? That
Green policies eagerly slayed.? Such pointless pagan obcenity (as a helpfull move explained) because they are
Not native I guess.?? These immigrants feathered though.'
Could get the pest?
The Pasitney familiy's pride and joy..Thats what I'm led to
Know.' ( there is a petition ) up snd running now I advise if
You feel like helping thats one way how so.' Maybe you live near? A letter or two? I have taken a few minures just this
Poem; I do..God bless all readers, may all be well.' Will you
Move against this now encroaching, of a shown complying hell.?
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sums it up
Till I come up with a couple more
There's a certain time of day
tho' unwelcome, it never goes away
'Cos I swear there are bosses with a secret device
who put the hands of the company clock on ice
And I've met more than a few
who with nothing better to do
bury their clocks in the sand
along with the ostriches and cuckoos too
But the worst ones simply reprogram every computer
then sit and grin as company esprit de corps is neutered
O, by the way, I already see the moon
Jeez! I could have sworn it was only two in the afternoon
The young giraffe ate a hot red pepper
The poor animal felt like a leper.
The spicy fruit was too hot and it took
Her long to digest for some greens to hook.
The zoo keeper called it a Giraffe Park.
Ostriches buried their heads in the dark.
The ostrich wanted to say I'm sorry,
Took too long for its neck just to worry.
The ostrich and the giraffe meant to race.
They came neck to neck and both had great pace
Medals won. Giraffe needed a ladder.
Guard fell from a height, it did not matter.
A new male giraffe was brought to the zoo
Lovingly they twined their necks through and through.
Soon life took its course with a baby boy.
The ostrich buried its head with no joy.
We are the last animals on earth,
Sneakily chasing elephants,
In the perilous bush, o Delight!
Eating frogs with forks
And sweet sour cream,
Reading books to dream about lazy whales,
The last animals,
Raising lions in traveling circuses,
To slaughter sheep in the name of God Almighty,
We are the last animals
Running away from hungry bears in the snowy Rockies,
To steal honey from worshipping bees, o Delight!
The last animals to change color, pain,
To whip the green asses in Sichuan,
The last animals on earth,
Feeding yellow birds in wicker cages,
To frighten the ostriches with large black feathers,
Breathing in the golden aurora jungle,
Living alone under the fast clouds,
We are the last animals, o Delight!
Capturing butterflies in picture books,
To tear the dresses with pink and high flowers
Impudic women, sweet strawberries,
To the delight of white panthers with sharp claws,
Really people, tell me, aren’t we wild animals?
Amen.
As we mature in the Lord
We stop drinking milk
And start eating solid food
In the Lord
We begin to recognize
The difference between
Good and evil
Right and wrong
Becoming fully age
In the Lord
If you say you don’t need the Lord
You are a child or a Fool
Walking in the shadow of death
As an Ostriches
With your head buried in the sand
Leaving your rear end in the air
Without any cautious or care
Solid Food you share
Letting others know
That God truly there
And have ears to hear
Letting us know
He really cares
Birds flock her way, chasing Debbie all over town
Parakeets, gold finch, cardinals, wrens lightly brown.
She has no idea why. Maybe because she does not put them down?
I wish you could give some to me said a trickster bit of a clown.
Debbie willed the clown penguins, ostriches, and one crow.
They were stubborn and ran off, away from the clown, though.
Why didn’t you like the guy? Debbie asked them, using a voice so sweet.
All she heard was cackle, grackle, cheep, tweet, cheep, tweet.
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
Mr. and Mrs. O were on a ride traveling down Route 66.
The car was a convertible, doing forty, without any tricks.
An August day with the sun streaming down on their necks.
I love the way the sun looks, she has such beautiful flecks!
Ostriches United were waiting for these two to arrive.
They would be at the convention by a quarter to five.
We’re having a fine time! Said Mrs. To her husband Latimore.
But if you let me drive, honey, we could be there by four.
When we encounter hieroglyphs in stone,
we don’t suggest erosion as the cause.
The information in our chromosomes
did not arise from randomness and flaws.
The character of outcomes left behind,
encoded messages, in form complex,
in strings of DNA point to a mind,
through inference, the rational detects.
The likelihood, from chaos, order reigned
indeed requires a flight to fancy grand,
an ordered row of ostriches arranged
with heads, some up, some buried in the sand.
The creature won’t abide Creator’s tunes,
Instead give flight to chance or else impugns.
——————
for the Flight Two Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
written on 06/19/2022
Do ostriches not watch the Capitol's public hearing?
Afraid Donald's name will be sullied in the smearing?
He's a black sheep that subversives keep on cheering,
He's a coup conspirator everyone should be jeering.
There's not much worse than a closed-minded fool
who allows him/herself to be used as a political tool.
Politics is as nasty as the overflow from a cesspool.
Trump takes a dump and his cohorts praise his stool.
Jim Jordan and other Republicans refuse to admit
that Trump controls them and they just won't quit
condoning his lies and alibis, and why do they do it?
They're ostriches who keep shoveling his stinky s...
Keep your heads buried. Sooner or later you'll see
that continuing to believe his BS is a damn travesty.
He's divided Americans on issues. What a tragedy!
If re-elected, he'll expect to be called, "Your Majesty."
EVER SEEN TWO OSTRICHES KISSING
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sums it up
Till I come up with a couple more
A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background, and because it has glitter.
At the gates of Moscow
weary French troops run away
hands over their ears, as Tchaikovsky
fires his righteous cannons.
The girl with the cell
is as pretty as her friend beside her,
but her friend outshines the tam o’shanter
as if it were just an ordinary beret.
She has sapphires in her eyebrows.
Kids in earshot of adults
‘wow’ or mouth age-appropriate obscenities.
The limp body of a teenage messiah
is elbowed and pushed around by his disciples.
Several rows back, a woman is laughing
as she cranes her neck skyward;
from the chin up, she looks like Greta Garbo,
only she is short and fat.
Rockets fly like fan-dancing ostriches.
The truncated 1812 Overture burps to a close.
My lens can’t capture the woman
or the girl, or her friend
who now all shine like diamonds.
I can’t fit all of this into 12 mega pixels.
The night eventually stops throwing missiles
at the moon,
the girls, and women fizz out,
the kids continue to sizzle
until they are led away by dark-eyed dreams.
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