She was a flighty bird,
A lighty bird,
A zippy, dippy, slighty bird.
She ran in fast, and built the worst nest.
The male birds all ran to help,
Showing her their next-building prowess.
Their mate-birds were mad, but they started to relax
When she told them her story, she shared all her facts.
She was a She-she-bird, not looking for a mate.
She built nests for other she’s, some with a bad fate.
She built nests for she-she’s who needed shelter.
She used all the help she could, for her nests were helter-skelter.
The other fem-birds were glad to welcome her aboard.
They sat and they watched their husbands, without any accord,
Building flighty bird’s nest, readying it for a family in need.
And they shared with these families every bit of their seed.
Him and I are very different...
he sees a strange painting
I see beauty and mystery
he sees a stupid ballet
I see technique, emotion, passion
he sees a tree or the ocean
I see wonder and grace
he sees the sky or feels the wind
I see miracles and endless possibilities
he sees a homeless man
I see history and fear
he sees money and power
I see evil and greed
he sees a tear and weakness
I see pain and a breaking point
he sees diffrences
I see individuality and commonality as a human race
he sees insanity
I see creativity and curiousity
he sees life
I see a journey and a struggle
he sees a trophy wife... a convenience
I see me...my understanding, my mind, my heart
In me I see the painting and the ballet
I am part of the tree, the ocean, and the sky
I too am like the homeless man who is weak and tired
I cry and I am probably slighty insane
but I am different... I don't need money or power
I am the artist... I just need the special vision to be able to paint the story of my life
Kiss the Rain
Silent Reverie
A still morning around the pond
A “once upon a time” captured
for my viewing…
The wind had hushed in the tall reeds
while reflections of the standing trees
rested, near steady, on the surface
…waivering only slighty to my eye
Sitting still, absorbing the silence,
watching the clouds slide along
in the mirrored surface…
white clouds slowly giving way
to those tinted with softest grey
The sun that once had blushed
my cheeks slipped silently behind
the greying clouds...when?
…I didn’t seem to notice
Its absence caught me unaware
while caught up in the still beauty
of the silenced moment
Much too soon a rippling began
on the glassed surface of the pond..
sending the trees and clouds
swaying atop the waters surface
as a gentle kiss of rain distorted
the silent view…my reverie time
finding conclusion
My “once upon a time” moment
had found its “the end” while
the earths had just began…
a kiss-the-rain, welcomed, occurance
that revives its parched lands
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The tree stands slightly wonky and the star's seen better days
But it wouldn't seem like Christmas, be it any other way
With mince pies by the dozen flying off the oven shelf
A glass of wine or sherry is a must to toast for health
The same old balding tinsel hangs around the fireplace
The same old hands just one year older join to say their grace
Turkey slighty arid, Yorkshire puddings slightly flat
An hour of Mary Poppins in a Christmas cracker hat
A plethora of Uncle's, Aunt's and Nan's on stools and chairs
Daring to make fools of selves, play games without a care
The women blitz the kitchen while then men make for the pub
Kids is brand new PJ's, hair and toenails scrubbed
A tepid end to what has been a full and festive day
But it wouldn't seem like Christmas, be it any other way.
12 November 2011
There once was a pumpkin named Whitey.
Who grew in a field and was mighty.
He had a high air,
Because he felt he was rare.
Being white, and other pumpkins were slighty.
There came a big snow storm one nighty.
And the pumpkins were afraid without a lighty.
But in the snow, Whitey arose,
On his cold little tip toes,
And glowed in the patch because he was snow whitey.
The next day the pumpkins weren't slighty.
Because Whitey had come through with a lighty.
So it just goes to show,
If you're a white pumpkin in the snow,
Your life can turn out to be brighty!!!!!!!
Inspired by the White Pumpkin and the Snow poem contest.
i saw the sun blush ;
i saw the earth go shocked-
grass-hair standing
precariously tiptop
as the world rocks anxiously ;
doesn't stop even slighty
for stillness is too
vulnerable. how reliable are
the skies which always watch,
blankets of eyes peering,
revealing ____ revelling
in naive surprise. stand
amused, the cloud cries
itself to pieces.