Sisters

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WHEN SISTERS ARE BORN FROM THE SAME PEA POD

INTO A WORLD OF SKIPPING ROPES AND DOLLS

AND ONE IS OLDER AND ONE IS YOUNG

SEEDS OF LOVE ARE PLANTED EVERYONE KNOWS

 

BUT AS SEEDS NEED WATERING TO GROW

AND BABY PODS NEED A NURTURING HAND

SURVIVING TOGETHER OVER TIME

MEMORIES OF LIFE CAN TURN TO SAND

 

WHEN CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ARE SAD

AND SISTERS FIND THAT RAIN CLOUDS FALL

IN THE GARDENS OF THEIR LIVES

WITH NO SHELTER AT ALL

 

THERE COMES A TIME WHEN GROWING OLD

AND MILES OF OCEAN ARE IN BETWEEN

THE SEEDS OF LOVE ONCE LEFT TO DIE

GROW NOW AND BECOME GREEN

 

SISTERS TWO PEAS FROM THAT POD

SURVIVING THROUGH RAIN CLOUDS HIGH

FROM FOUNDATIONS OF SAND

AND HEARTS THAT CRY

 

WHEN SUNBEAMS REACH UPON THEIR FACE

AND  FINALLY RAIN SUBSIDES

REPLANTED IN POTS OF GOOD RICH SOIL

A SISTER’S LOVE NEVER DIES.

 

THE TWO LITTLE PEAS NURTURED AND LOVED

FROM THE GARDENER’S TENDER HAND

ARE DESTINED TO GROW TOWARDS THE SUN

BOTH TO REACH THAT PROMISED LAND

 

BOTH SISTERS WHO HAVE GROWN APART

IN THAT GARDEN CORNER

FIND THE LOVE THAT ONCE WAS LOST

CAN SUDDENLY GROW WARMER

 

WHEN PLANTING SEEDS GARDENERS KNOW

THE BEST THING TO MAKE THEM GROW

SUNSHINE RICH SOIL AND WATERING 

AND LOVE EVER ON FLOW

 

BECAUSE TWO SISTERS WHO BECOME LOST

IT IS TO BE TOLD

COMING FROM THAT VERY SAME POD

CAN FIND THEIR HEARTS OF GOLD!

 

AND SPROUT TINY GROWING BUDS

DESPITE THEIR JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE’S WEATHER

THE GARDENER KNOWS AS HE DOES

THEIR HEARTS ARE JOINED FOREVER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO LOVE A NUT

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A MONKEY NUT YOU HAVE TO CRACK

TO TASTE THE INSIDE SWEET

THEN HAVE ANOTHER AND ANOTHER

THE SAME TREE DELIGHTFUL TREAT

 

THEN GIVING BRANCHES A GOOD SHAKE

THE TREE HER FRUIT TO LOOSEN

WHICH FALL AND PATTER SOUND

PLACED IN HIS BASKET CHOSEN

 

THE TREE WITHOUT HER NUTS STANDS BARE

WITH ONLY LEAVES FOR COVER

EACH BRANCH THE SQUIRRELS FIND

HER NUTS HAVE GONE TO ANOTHER

 

OPENED UP AND OUT THE NUTS ARE EATEN

OVER CEREAL OF OATS

WITH EACH DELICIOUS CRUNCH

HE LOVES MONKEY NUTS THE MOST

 

RETURNING AGAIN TO THE ORCHARD FAIR

HER NUTS HE HAS ALL TAKEN

NO MORE HE SHAKES HER TO THE GROUND

INSTEAD BECOMES AWAKENED

 

HE DECIDES TO CAPTURE HER BEAUTY GROWN

AND PAINT HER ON HIS EASEL KIND

EACH LEAF A GOLDEN COVER

HER NUTS WERE ALWAYS ON HIS MIND

 

WINTER SET IN THEN CAME THE SPRING

SUMMER HOT AND SULTRY FOLLOWED

THEN AUTUMN HER NUTS DID BRING

MORE OF HER NUTS HE DID SWALLOW 

 

ON HIS MANTELPIECE HER IMAGE DID REMAIN

EACH AUTUMN HER NUTS ABOUND

HE ATE AND ATE TO HIS FILL

AND EVERY YEAR CAME ROUND

 

THE SEASONS THEY DID COME AND GO

HER PICTURE HE WATCHED WITH PRIDE

AND MORTAL HE DID GROW OLD

THEN PASSED OVER AND DIED

 

THE TREE NEVER AGAIN WAS SHAKEN

HER NUTS WERE NEVER EATEN

ALWAYS WAITING FOR HIS RETURN

HAD LONG GONE HIS GREETING

 

THEN THE WOODMAN CAME WITH HIS AX

AND CRUELLY CHOPPED HER DOWN

HER BURNING FLAMES WARMED HIS HEART

SHE CRIED A CRACKLING SOUND

 

THE WOODCUTTER THAT AUTUMN BOUGHT

HER PICTURE IN THE SALE

ABOVE THE FIRE ON HIS WALL

DANCING SHADOWS DID NOT FAIL

 

TO PROVE LOVE NEVER DIES

WHEN BEGAN FROM WHENCE IT CAME

AND ENDLESSLY WILL BURN BRIGHT

THE ETERNAL FLAME!

 

 

 

 

 

THE CATS HAVE IT

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THE CATS CAN DO IT

LET THEM TAKE OVER

I AM WITHOUT MY MIND

LOST IT IN DOVER

 

THE CATS HAVE IT

THE CHORES THEY CAN DO

I HAVE NO FEELING

EXCEPT THE FEELING BLUE

 

THE CATS CAN RULE

IT IS IN MY BOOK

I AM FEEBLE AND SLOW

YOU CAN SEE ME LOOK!

 

MY NURSE WILL VISIT

SHE INJECTS FROM BEHIND

I AM DOWN AND SUFFERING

IS SHE REALLY BLIND?

 

THE CATS HAVE IT

THEY ARE YOUNG AND SPRUCE

WHILE I’M AN OLD HAS BEEN

LET THEM MAKE DO

 

PUSSYCATS WHEN THE CHORES ARE DONE

COOK ME A MEAL TASTY

AND DUST AND SHOP AND BUY YOUR FOOD

AND DON’T BE HASTY

 

AS FROM A DREAM IN MY RECLINING CHAIR

I WAKE AND REALIZE THE TRUTH IS REAL

I HAVE BEEN CRAZY ILL

IT’S NOT RIGHT WHAT I FEEL

 

I GO A COFFEE TO MAKE

AND MY CATS CURL AROUND MY ANKLES

PURRING I LOOK DOWN

AND I SAY THANK YOU

 

MY CATS MAKE ME SEE

THIS VERY MORN

I AM THE HUMAN

AND THEY DON’T KNOW THEY ARE BORN

 

I’LL WASH THEIR BOWLS

AND BUY THEIR FOOD

COOK MY OWN DINNER

COME OUT OF THAT MOOD

 

MY CATS ARE NOT CRAZY

LIKE ME THE OLD FOOL

I CARRY ON WITH THEIR CARE

KNOWING CATS PULL YOU THROUGH!

 

 

 

THE HEART THAT FLEW AWAY

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WAYWARD THE GEESE FLY THROUGH THE VALLEY

OF SUNRISE MORNING TO AN OPEN HEART

EVER FETCHED IN THE MERCY OF A FIERY TONGUE

TO COMPLETE THE KNOWING OF THOSE OF DESCENT

WHILE I CRY THE PAIN OF MY TRAVELLING WAYS

WHICH TAKE ME NOWHERE BUT STANDING STILL

I ROAM MY THOUGHTS TO YOUR SWEET CARESS

AND TAKE YOU HOME ONCE MORE

TO MY INNER SOUNDS OF LONELINESS

LIKE GEESE WHO TRAVEL SOUTH ON THEIR WAY

I WILL HARBOR YOUR GRAVE AND OUR BONES WILL BOND

ENTWINED ROSE BUSH TREES

AND LIFE’S PRICELESS GIFT WILL PLAY

ONCE MORE!

MY WEALTHY FRIENDSHIP

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HE IS A WOMAN SAVER

THIS FRIEND OF MINE

AND IN MY FEMINIST FOLLY

I DART BETWEEN LANGUID INEQUALITY

TO THE REALMS OF FREEDOM OF HEART

I HAVE ALWAYS NEEDED HIM

AND MOST WOMEN HAVE

INTEGRITY IS HIS MIDDLE NAME

I NICKNAME HIM TEGRY

TEGRY THE TIGER THAT DEFENDS MY SEX

HE WALKS RARE AMONG MEN

HE WHISTLES A TUNE OF DIGNITY

I HAVE JACKPOT HONOR TO CALL HIM FRIEND

HIS LUCKY WIFE

SUNBATHES IN HIS LOVE

AND TANS HERSELF WITH HAPPINESS

WHILE I IN MY RED VELVET HONOR

LIKE THE QUEEN OF FRIENDSHIPS

KNIGHT HIM TO MY LOVING BOND WHICH IS TIMELESS

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!

 

 

 

 

 

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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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