Beuracratic twee Bridgend..Has banned a
Donkey ride buisness, thats been on the go'
For over, one hundred years; my friends!
Such great interaction with good muscle workouts..When the donkeys
Saw action.' I reckon they walked in dry, the damp; and rain.' Being usefull to their humans is for them no pain.' Tactile animals they enjoy being the attraction.!! Bringing
Smiles to kids faces, and much satisfaction..Inner city children maybe some blind, feeling fur and maybe not?
Left out? Or behind.? Jay Bateman their
Owner is so very sad..I a just see straightjacket
Manner, when all is said.' A clinical answer
To a non-existent irk..Being rammed
Down Porthcawl shoreline..Though in reality it don't
Work.'
one lone bird tries to interest others in conversation
twee wee wee wee twee wee wee wee
no one takes her up on it
I cannot see her
but I feel her frustration
I wonder if she is a bluejay
they seem to be ostracized and friendless
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
bad news on t.v.
floods are carried away
Dear children swept like dust
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
that once filled the camp
there was dancing and crafts
and a chain of hands
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of the waters, beautifully sunned
then in one catastrophic strophe
a beast arises, releases frenzy
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of campers, one minute
sleeping, tethered to their beds
then out of their heads with fear
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of birds in the calm of afternoon
a cup of overflowing caffeine
pleasantry and dreams
dreadful nightmares
hold our loved ones close
we must. we live. we cry.
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
O the cheerful melody
O the cheerful m
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O!
after Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe
We understand you Poe,
You saw the world through a darkened
lense-- The passions you sought
were from a spring that was filled
with pleasures most twee--- One's
sorrow is uniquely painful from
another's, don't fret now Poe, for there is
worse to come-- That is not true
Poe for the Ravens who know you won't
let you love alone-- No one is
there to prepare you from the storm
of grief --But, the Ravens here
wish to bring you the joy of a little
peace-- the buzz of a bumblebee, the
soft hills that surround the
cliffs of the mountain-- the light
patter of rain before a downpour
so mighty-- Poe forget not, after
the trees have shed their leaves and
a silver glow fills the sky-- the dawn
of spring lurks 'round the corner too--
with its lighter rays that look so
ancient and cool-- The murder
says the blue you see is merely
a coating of deceit --- To hide
our clouds and the thunder that
shakes us-- Don't worry about the
cloud-- For the demon in your view
was but an angel in another form.
I was surprised
It was so nice
As strangers passed
I checked you twice
And there you were
My curly friend
A blessed human
As strangers wend
You turned and smiled
It was so sweet
My heart was warmed
Your hug complete
And as I sit
Reflect on this;
The lingering warmth
Of friendship bliss
Hits somewhere deep
From you to me
And back again
Though words so twee..
Could not explain
The depth of love
That knowing you
Calls from above
So curly friend
With eyes so blue
You are enough
And that is true
May God's true kindness
Ever be
That sacred space
Twixt you and me
Her odd, obnoxious behavior did not bother me
Others were annoyed by Viet Nam born woman named Twee
She might not have done things exactly like the rest of us
But she was polite and respectful, and I never heard her cuss
I was not concerned that her culture was not the same as mine
She never imposed her ways or ideas on me; I thought she was fine.
It’s a birdless situation in the trees today
Birds have changed the location to stay
Could it be they can’t find any food
If they doubt the spring, its no good
Buds are opening the sun shines on me
But I can’t hear the birds happy twee
They have flown, or they lie down and die
If I only could see the reason why
I would tell you, if you care to know
Hope the birds will return, flying low
At the end of the spring, or at least
With the autumnal winds from the east.
Do do do do do
Tiny bird unknown to me
Morning serenade
Twee twee twee
Another bird
Or the same one being an imposter?
Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey
When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away.
A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them.
Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb.
There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three.
Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee.
In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy.
It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee.
Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak.
They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak.
It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree.
I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.”
Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head.
Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed.
Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too.
Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.
Old cherry trees beside the church
In early bloom this spring
I got new travel film to watch
New birdies come to sing
“You poor thing, you beggar boy
Just listen to the air” -
They twee to me, and it’s a joy
To know of their sweet care
I walked along some nameless graves
I sat on bench of stone
I left behind sad winter days
Still haven’t find my home
As if by wave of magic wand
A sage materialized
“Hello, my poor vagabond”,
He said, “are you surprised?”
“I really am”, I said, and still
It seems that you’re a dream”
“A closer look will tell I’m real
He said, “not like you seem”
“You’re out of time,” he said to me
“You’re from another world
You’re out of mind, that’s why you’re free
Your freedom is absurd
Remember this, you are the ghost
Who cannot sleep at night” -
He said, and went towards the coast
The sun was dazzling bright.
I have invited puppies to tea with Earl Gray brew.
With canned beef, chopped liver and bits of chicken too.
They are coming in, frolicking with a twitch and a twee.
How much more delighted could this impromptu tea party be?
They do not like the cushy embroidered chairs, barking their disdain.
They have torn down some curtains, their energy is a drain.
I am worn out and overworked when I finally scoot them out,
That’s the last time I shall invite puppies to tea no doubt.
Was it a swing or a chair? A module maybe?
It had a bunch of books, Nan counted eighty.
Whatever it was, it brought comfort to her.
The novels were amazing, the chair pretty pure.
She spent every night and weekend in there.
Telling everyone that her nook had better air.
It was built by her daddy, and it made her happy.
I was thrilled for her, said her cousin, Twee.
Hillbilly Bobby shared his snack with a chickadee
The bird gave out some sounds a toot, a peet and a twee
His relatives came by and wanted bird seed too.
Bobby called in relatives to see what they could do.
They baked up cornbread and threw it onto the ground.
The smell of ham, beans and onions wafted all around.
They ended up feeding the entire chickadee nation.
Now this is an annual October harvest celebration.
Hillbilly Bobby shared his snack with a chickadee
The bird gave out some sounds a toot, a tweet and a twee
His relatives came by and wanted bird seed too.
Bobby called in relatives to see what they could do.
They baked up cornbread and threw it onto the ground.
The smell of ham, beans and onions wafted all around.
They ended up feeding the entire chickadee nation.
Now this is an annual October harvest celebration.
Camo owl was not seen easily in the tree
I sensed him there, with his brown eyes on me
He made no sound, pretending he did not see
The pretty fey faeries, who numbered three
I finally focused my eyes on that owl, Whee
He did no hooting, stayed silent in that tree
What is the deal? Asked a faerie named Twee
Why does the owl pretend not to see?
I thought this was nervy from this little She
But faeries are bold, and I mean sometimes terribly.
I pretended I did not hear this faerie, Twee.
So, she flitted off, far away from me.
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