LITTLE BIRD

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Little bird attacked by the Cat 

Lying shocked to the core

Little bird who knows of flight

Please fly away from death once more

 

As I sit and watch you die

I too will leave Mother Earth

And reach towards the stars

Far from the place of my birth

 

Little bird are you an omen to my heart?

Earth too is losing her wings?

Will she lose her fight for life?

And no longer sing?

 

Blue Blue Planet on which we live

Little bird please tell me it’s not true

Is she too dying?

Like your wings so blue

 

I pray

Little bird live on and fly

Comfort me so I will know

Live on and flutter your wings by

 

Little bird if you die

What will be our fate?

Will Human kind be no more?

Will we close that garden gate?

 

Little blue tit will you die?

Like the trees flowers and lakes?

Or will we wake up and see

And do whatever it takes?

 

I peak in on you to find

Little Blue Tit you are gone

 Mother Earth is dying

Will Human Kind live on?

 

I looked and you were there

One last time you gazed upon me

Sadness overwhelms 

You lay down your head so tenderly.

 

Jesus you came long ago

And Your word was heard 

Almighty God of the Universe

Please come back save our Earth!

 

 

 

 

 

Second Cousins

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Monkeys and I are cousins

We’re sociable and intelligent creatures

I love cute little fury apes

We both have redeeming feaatures

 

Unfortunately some of us have the fate

Of being taken from out home

And placed in labs to be abused

Our destiny is little known

 

To my dear earthly friends

Experimented on we have been

A lifetime’s torment with crippling drugs

The suffering goes unseen

 

I do ask the question why?

Nobody answers for us

Boundless tears are left to cry

I ask who do we trust?

 

Why are we treated so cruelly?

As people live their daily lives

All living things should be respected

And are entitled to survive!

 

Snowdrops

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WHEN LOVE IS BURIED UNDERGROUND

HIDDEN IN TUFTED EARTH

AND GENTLE RAIN FALLS

LOVE MIGHT DECIDE TO GROW

LIKE THE SNOWDROP IN THE SPRING

SOME LOVE DOES ABIDE

AND BLOSSOMS AFTER WINTER’S SNOW

INTO THE PUREST OF FLOWERS

THEN PROVES WITHOUT A DOUBT

JUST LIKE THE DELICATE SNOWDROP

THAT THE HEART’S LOVE WILL SURVIVE

TENDER LETTERS

 

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Solitary seagull on floodlight high

I see you as I look up to the sky

Solitary seagull when you come to land

Please take this bread from my hand

I walk the path of life alone

Solitary seagull do you have a home?

Come warm yourself by my fire

Your mood might lift higher

Your pen I have read so amazing

Seems the world should be gazing

On your poems so eloquently thought

Happiness to my soul they have brought

Go away and keep out of my sight

You said and I think somethings not right?

For one whose tender letters

Really have no betters

Lonely seagull on floodlight high

I am so left asking just why?

Is it because as everyone knows

Seagulls really can’t write poems?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO WALK WITH YOU

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The splendor of walking a dog

Into the brierly hills

Where pastured sheep

Hungrily chew the cud

 

Rising their tiny heads

Saying “Good morrow!”

The dog chases

“It will be when I have you!” it replies

 

You put one foot in front of your heavy staff

The other following without a breath

Then I dream i too am up there

Looking down high above the Earth

 

By your side breathless

I would be on top of the world

Once more from the height of a dream I fall

Deep down into  slumberland again

 

Alas I am still at the bottom of that hill

The dog has chased the sheep away

I glance once more to the heavens

And wake  alone!

 

 

M.I.A.

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Dancing on a moonbeam

When captured outside at night

Howling a furry sight

In woods rustled with leaves

Two mates did conceive

Pups of mini thieves

Who stole away people’s minds

And worked madly kind

Shining down they did find

A deep mental mine

Where puppy wolves could dig

Sanity sugar big

Then boarding a golden rig

Madly panning in a brook

For insane nuggets understood

That cured all wolves of furry kind

That had found they lost their minds

Back to sunshine and the dawn

Dreams a sleepy yawn

To daybreak chorus sweet

Where night and day meet

Fixed in a transition under the stars

Sleeping in an aqua barge

Floated down the river of reality

Wheels turning down Mississippi

Embankments of filigree

Rich in sanity

From the wisest tree

Happiness for eternity.

 

 

 

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