Q: Who is the young man who takes care of a child with no parents?
A: Little orphan's manny.
Q: How can a meth addict contact his supplier more quickly?
A: Put him on speed dial.
Q: What is the sharpened pole upon which the "sea eagle" impaled himself?
A: A tern pike.
Q: What do you call a sheet of glass eaten by a donkey?
A: A pane in the ass.
Q: What is it called when one ethnicity at work gets a larger office than another?
A: Racial spatial discrimination.
Q: What do you call a kid who demolishes his Cheerios instead of eating them?
A: A cereal killer.
Q: What did the call girl call the midget when he didn't want to pay her for her services?
A: A little prick.
Q: What's the one exercise Mitch McConnell can't do at the gym?
A: Chin-ups.
Q: What is the antique lawn statue near the door of my plantation in Lexington?
A: My old Kentucky gnome.
Q: Where did the first Mrs. Bing Crosby keep her love for her family?
A: Deep in the heart of Dixie.
tern sleeps on one leg
head folded nestles on wing
hops to turn away
True love?
There is something I want to tell you
the audience I can't see hidden in
the shadow land
I write for you and speak silently
cosmic loneliness, unable to reach out
to touch and to feel
There are not many of you, my
fear of so many rejections make
fun of my clumsiness, not having
an elegant pen
I escape into my attic room
Dreams emerge and fade away
I know she exists, and one day,
I will tell her
I love you and sound banal
Let me dream dreams keep me sane
to endure my pedestrian life
the silent tern
in Finland's forest
speaks of love
People with heavy minds
They are of all kinds
Yet all are entrapped with the same binds
They think and think more, Than they blink
in few clinks, Of those binds.
How heavy of chains they bear
How dense and murk is their fear
How they shed those blood-soaked tears.
From where can they find the courage
To fight fears which have them pillaged
Being enslaved by their own mind
Turning their gaze blind Oblivious to all.
Are their solutions on hindsight,
Or will they fly amongst Arctic tern,
To burn their concerns in the flames of blue? To soar akin to a Phoenix, And rise above their fears
Happiness
May just be down to something
As simple as this
Someone
Who actually makes you happy
Hopefully you will be lucky enough
To find that certain individual person
Someone
Who provides and proves
Happiness is attainable
To you also too
Because you might also well just be
Their someone who in tern
Who brings and attains them
Happiness
If life was simple
Exactly how simple would we then all be in tern
Wouldn't we get lost outside
Our own cave
Or remember where we parked the wheel
Matches or how to light a fire
Might accidentally mistake a pub
On a trip to the shop
And given that we couldn't probably count
How many drinks we've actually had
And on which hand we started began counting
Actually cancel that , Bad example
That makes life seem far #2 simple
As being drunk makes it actually seem
Kakadu Wetlands is home to three million waterbirds
From May to October it houses the comb-crested jacana
Jabirk, egrets and brolga also take their respite here
Macquarie Marshes are used by the Wayilwan people.
They use the Macquarie for burial grounds and ceremonies.
Interconnecting lagoons and channels of Mareeba are bird-friendly.
They give sanctuary to the Australian pelican and crested tern.
Also the threatened home-southern bell frog. Wetlands rule!
Like a young heart, the sun outshines,
flirting with the billows of clouds,
leaving a gentle kiss on the blushing horizon.
Cry of mucking gulls above,
visit the no longer alone, white laced-topped waves;
its bounty full, a romantic love with morning gone.
A tern with its black hat,
near goldenrod, scattered in heaps,
pecks on the length of the treasures of the beach.
The tuneful sound of the spring ocean surf,
rolls in, touches my toes in a tease,
then runs away giggling, but not for long.
Once again it rolls to chase me for a nip at my toes.
4/12/2022
The steep steps go down
the winding wash,
along the plodded cobbles
between the cottages
with their smuggling hollows,
their sleet rinsed eaves.
Beyond the scarp
the bay tumbles over
shingle, shale, and scree
to a shore and its contesting tide.
Above my flying coat,
the huddled village
bobs and floats in a flooding cloud.
I could throw a stick
at the sea here
and the wind, like a dog
would fetch it,
elemental voices
return from the deep.
Now a chopping fray,
squabbles at a brim where
flurries of tern and guillemot
trawl for brill;
a pell-mell of light
roiling on a harrying spray.
Today, I allow myself to fail
here at the surging squall,
and crashing crests;
to lapse and founder -
to be redone in the one gulp
of self.
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This one was written a pretty long time ago,
but recently fiddled with.
Lake Wollumboola is intermittent.
A coastal dune lagoon, enclosed by berm of sand.
Its basin a drowned creek-scoured depression.
This tiny lake is perched above high tide, vulnerable.
Its survival lies at the whim
of wind-blown and sea-thrown sand.
It's long term fate short-lived as its filling up
with sediment, weed, detritus and muck.
This little lagoon among the dunes
is mecca for migratory birds.
The curlew and buff-breasted sandpiper,
The long-toed stint, pied oyster catcher and little tern.
These vulnerable birds depend on the vulnerable lake.
They arrive on-cue from long-hall flights.
Alight and feeds in the shallows.
Mate, breed and lay eggs in vulnerable places
on the open beach and shore.
They squat on eggs and fledge their young,
and when the time comes, migrate back
with young yearling in tow,
to whence they came.
They book return migratory flights to
Lake Wollumboola each year,
hoping it survives vulnerable
for another year,
and hoping its time is not yet up.
subtitle: And YOU called ME a birdbrain?
F FALCON F
O OSPREY O
R RAVEN R
E eyrie miles away E
S shells lay in my yard S
I insightful eagle I
G GULL G
H HAWK H
T TERN T
June 8, 2021
Purr Verse
Give me a mole or a moose or a mouse,
Make it quite small, or as big as a house,
Buy me a bear or a big ol' black bat,
But I beg you please,
Do not give me a cat!
Mail me a whale or a wart hog or worm,
Something that crawls or that creeps or can squirm,
Pass me a buck! Send a hare out of place,
Or do a bad tern,
But a cat I can't face!
A snake I can take, (though I quake at the thought),
Or a skunk or a hunk of some "gross" thing you've caught,
An eel or an owl or a newt or a gnat,
Or some fleas, if you please,
Just don't give me a cat!
However, there's one thing that I dislike more
And that is a rat! Oh, a rat I'd abhor!
If I found just one little rat in my flat,
I know what I'd do -
I'd go get me … a cat!
The steep steps go down
the winding wash,
along the plodded cobbles
between the cottages
with their smuggling hollows,
their sleet rinsed eaves.
Beyond the scarp
the bay tumbles over
shingle, shale and scree
to a shore and its contesting tide.
Above my flying coat,
the crag huddled village
bobs and floats in a flooding cloud.
I could throw a stick
at the sea here
and the wind, like a dog
would fetch it,
and more will come back,
as if ancient voices
returned to us from the deep.
Now a chopping fray,
squabbles at a brim where
flurries of tern and guillemot
trawl for brill;
a pell-mell of light
roiling on a harrying spray.
Today, I allow myself to fail
here at the surging squall,
and crashing crests;
to lapse and founder -
to be redone under
a gulping spell of myself.
Being Taciturn
(TASS-uh-tern)
By: Miracle Man
8/29/2018
She’s often outwardly taciturn in a group setting,
Opting to be inconspicuous, “Like a fly on the wall.”
Being attentive to others while mentally vetting,
Often, her shorthand is chosen method of scrawl.
Birdwatcher
This passionate, keen Ornithologist,
Is an interest, I profoundly pursue.
With the upmost of dedication,
To Black Tern & Long Billed Curlew.
Never a Twitcher, or just an obsession,
Binoculars on hand to observe.
Redstart & Greenfinch, also Reed Bunting,
Come into focus on a birdlife reserve.
Warblers & Wagtails, singing all day,
Sounding so sweet in the garden.
Robin & Chiffchaff scurry around,
That’s my bug meal, if you pardon.
Black Tailed Godwit & Purple Sandpiper,
Great Skuas & Dunlin share low tide.
Petrels & Fulmars, big Herring Seagull,
All I can name from a secluded bird hide
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