Quirina and Quiqui Quetzal*
Were a truly splendiferous pair.
They won first prize at Mardi Gras
As if nobody else was there.
This had ruffled a number of feathers
Among some who'd come very far
And spent weeks and months on elaborate costumes
While the Quetzals were "come as you are".
But they'd been down this road before,
And Quiqui had a plan.
He'd arranged to start a brawl or two
So later Quirina could brag
That he really was her "macho man",
Not just a sissy guy in drag.
*Author's note: For some of you more ornithologically challenged P Soupers, the quetzal is a brilliantly plumaged bird of primarily Mexico and Central America.
Oh, Lord, let me be a
great butterfly, please?
Not a human, down on
my knees.
Or a hummingbird, I may
like that!
Zooming above your earth,
in my plumaged soft hat.
Even a cute, adorable bunny
with pinked nose, that would
be both darling and funny.
Even a sweet, calico cat can
you please turn me into that?
Please, Lord, listen to my plea!
Free me from a pathetic mortal be!
8-21-2021
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LIKE A STAR AM I
Like a star am I!
Who only shimmers in velvet gem darkness, aye.
This~ my world of transcendental mystery.
And the only place, you will ever substantiate the
mystical, me!
Sunshine's progeny, I am not.
Nor am I, cocoa butter's tot!
A silken moon for a gentle pillow,
Mating music of busy,plumaged whippoorwills.
The spinning, intoxicating,music of the universe.
Ah yes~~~that's when I can compose such vivid,
outstanding verse!
September 30, 2020
2pm PST
Come along and sit with me
And let us share a memory
Of a Spring morning with a gentle breeze.
When spied a cardinal perched in a cherry tree;
Resplendent red plumaged vision;
Radiating from soft white inflorescence;
Variegation searing the moments influence;
Homage to creations inspirational brilliance;
Our countryside road was
Festooned with orange heaps
Escorting us to be the grand orange fair
The gypsy dancers in orange flares
Jingled tambourines with orange ribbons
The bloated sun like an optimised orange
Spread its golden tissued canopy
Lighting up the already lit hearts
I let the frozen orange bar ice stick
Drip on my parched lips
Tasting of the rich orange juice
The mandarin jams and marmalades
Tasted of the love of rich harvested homes
The seasonal fair trebled my fair mood
As I stocked the orange flavoured
Cakes and soufflés for the arrival
Of my children for their spring holidays
With a fluffed heart I feasted on the bucketed orange blossoms
Brandishing the citrine air plumaged with orange balloons
( Posted On March 5, 2016 )
July 2, 2016
For Broken Wings
Contest- Any Poem You Ever Wrote NOT For A Contest
Hawk-like shrills blue jay foreshadowing majestic fierceness
As robins scurry to protect their young
flying frantically to and from the nest
The jays advancing while battle cries are sung
Our first sign of spring with the red/orange breast
bravely defending against the unwanted guest
Petite chickadee
is joined by male cardinal
sharing a feeder
Round white-cheeked friend with black cap
with red-plumaged pretty boy
Four birds beautiful on their own
flying together where I call home
Contest: "For (Four) Beautiful Birds
Written By: Shani Fassbender
April 25, 2011
The place was a symphony of sweet sound
the melodies of nature enough to astound
even the most deaden'd of senses.
There was such an abundance of delicious charm
that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing balm./
Above - in the lush green canopy the birds trilled, to burst,
clamouring to be the very first
announcers of the pearly dawn./
The murmur of the nearby stream with its throngs of reeds, lush and tall
swayed and rustled in the early breeze
while far-off could be heard the muted roar of a great waterfall.
Far above a solitary falcon called and circled
then spotting some far-off prey, hurled
itself down like an arrow.
The fresh and invigorating breeze
whispered sonorously throght the trees,
a sighing accompaniment to the staccato "rat-a-tat-tat"
of a pair of brilliant plumaged woodpeckers.
Spread high and wide against the noonday sun
The jacaranda tree displays its mauve foliage
All nature knows that August has finally come
Students on their way back again to college
On the ground beneath the generous tree
The old woman selling the bags of maize
Out of school children are running free
A flock of goats on the long acre graze
European man and woman on the road
How are you shouts the native child
Old man on bicycle with heavy load
Dusty clothes all worn and soiled
Coloured plumaged birds flit here and there
Darting in and out through perfumed leaves
The happy chirping is their daily prayer
The tranquil air their message receives
Windy Autumn is now about to fade away
And leave behind a flowerless silent tree
We had some pleasure if only for a day
And know that beauty can make us free
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