why war when
the uni-verse is...
just one poem
len
That year the earth acted peculiar and parched.
The hatchlings screeched in the pulse of darkness.
Mother bird had nothing much to offer.
Not one insect, hopper, nor crawler.
Mother bird plotted, then hatched a wicked plan.
To snatch a bag of worms from the tackle box man.
Mother bird didn't know they were plastic worms.
By the next day, every last hatchling lay dead.
Mother bluebird never sang a lullaby again....
Forever cursing and dive bombing the tacklebox man.
life is full of experiences, something that you need to learn..
but there is no experience without practicals..
and no practicals without a man..
We hit the rock so hard sometimes..
We create beautiful episodes sometimes..
Each of these are different experiences..
Experiences that we must be ready to learn.
But when you fail to learn from them..
They will come again and again
Each taking different shapes..
Make you staunted and even crawl...
Until you learn to tackle and overcome.
The trousers he's wearing are Wrangler -
they're great for his job as an angler
(although on a trip
he busted his zip
and showed all those present his dangler).
written 6th December for Sara's Trademark contest
You hate me a lot
Yet I do respect and love
You like, love or not
I have not learnt how to hate
Befriending I have only learnt.
There once was a serious Missy,
who took a fit a bit like a hissy.
When the man she was dating
took his clothes off while bathing.
Left her completely in a tizzy.
My mind is a jungle
And I'm trying to tackle this shackles
A soul more superior than any dictator
Superior enough to leave hate
In the soul of man
I'm walking
And I know you can hear me walking
I'm walking
And I can see you watching
Fascinated only by my impeccable visage
Of Power and Liberation
Awakening the need for you
To admire all that's Supreme and Powerful
Do you hear me now...
Hustle and tackle
Stepping out
Bright or stormy day
Wherever I lay
I am a champion
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