“AMAZING BIRDS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Poem of The Rising Phoenix!” September 4, 2019 (Wednesday)
I just think it’s AMAZING! that the birds COME DOWN – and dance on the ground,
Grab a bite to eat, dancing-on-their-feet, and then, back-way-in-the-air-they’re-found!
Or! They’ll be sitting on a wire, higher than I could ever throw a ball!
BIRDS! Up! There! and-down! Here! And they almost NEVER fall!
They just are: flappin’ and chirpin’ –
Yet, after they eat their bread, I almost never hear ’em burpin’ !
Or fartin’ !!! BUT – (Yup!) They be poopin’ –
So-I-clean-it-up-usually-off-the-porch! But, y’-know, I’m NOT-a-scoopin’ ,
Like I might do with kitty! Nooooooo! I just sweep the solidified uric acid concentrate
AMAZING BIRDS! IF they wanted to go a million miles, I bet they could do it in a day!
‘Cause – THEY GO SO FAST, they sometimes don’t see my glass,
And they bounce OFF my window! and, then, sometimes [Sniff! sniff!] they “pass,”
And go off to Heaven, flying higher and higher,
And they join, high, high above us, in The Sweet Angel Choir!
There, they ALL “sing like birds,” and they’re happy and gay!
BIRDS! THEY’RE AMAZING!
To: The Rising Phoenix –
George Solti, a famous Hungarian-born orchestra conductor once indicated that “in his long life” he had met two truly AMAZING lady opera singers: Renee Fleming, an American opera singer who is still alive – and Renata Tebaldi, an Italian soprano!
“SOMETHING AWFUL!!!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Awful Don’t Stand A Chance Against LOVE!” 23 Aug. 2019 (Freya’s Day)
If something AWFUL happens, and you might NEVER find out,
I COULD HIDE IT! or lie! so you will never have to pout!
But I’d only do that IF I LOVE YOU T H I S M U C H !
I can move mountains, for the thought of your touch,
For your smile and smell – and how you make me feel well!
I can go into The Underworld (The Unconscious Mind?) and rescue you from H – L L!
I CAN BEG – BORROW – or – LIE,
Or trick, even Satan, with a wink of my eye,
Because LOVE DOES WHATEVER IT NEEDS,
To help to keep you as happy as possible! So, IT WEEDS,
OUT! AWFUL, TERRIBLE THINGS,
And fresh roses, fine wine – and lots of kisses IT brings!
interestingly as a group of graphic artist keep churning out art work hoping or trying to make a living the thought crossed our minds our duty of care to readers. Take that quote up above how easy it is to confuse some folks thinking. As you reread this quote speculate where is this reader coming from. Is he of sound mind, is he looking for help, or what really do we know what lies beyond that question. Let me ask you if you would ignore his comments. Are you looking for for an answer but you’re to busy caught up in your own mess. Perhaps you created the above quote. This poor soul thought his life was gone, do you know he tried to commit suicide. Then you say well that’s his fault. No, it’s no one’s fault at all, but always keep in mind written words are more damaging to the brain. Written words , messages, texts are today’s brain food. We are all responsible to our fellow readers. You are all story tellers the lifeblood of future history. The first common sense writers must aim at is to have an outcome the reader doesn’t have to worry about or work out by themselves. Most folk either won’t read or can’t read imagine that. Comprehension is a learnt art not a natural thing you’re born with. Social Media is the place to be to understand the readers. Try it oh my goodness if you write a quote or comment more than six utterances you’re blocked, controversy rages, hate speech, all caused by the above-written topic you just read or did you 😆😂
“SAFE PHONE CALLS!” a poem August 14, 2019 (Wednesday)
The phone is “safe,” so why not have,
A LIFE ON-A-PHONE? on-phones, instead,
Of lives of-touch-and-tears-with-shoulders-bare?
A phone is safe; a phone don’t care!
And “the-other” might-abuse the-phy-s i-cal,
No-problem! On-phones, just-do-[the]-musi-cal,
Rendition(s) of a silent movie;
It’s SAFE on phones, safely groovy!
There’s no reason, then, to take next steps,
Or-to co-exist! or do “10 reps,”
Of Honey, laying in-your-lap;
Phones – can-be-anywhere – on the-map!
And phones are sterile, so you need never drip,
Upon your lover’s gentle lip!
You need not take chances if-you just use the phone!
You-can-REALLY just (you-know) be-alone!
So, you can chat-if-you-want – or-simply dis-appear,
And YUCK! I can’t stand that nasty, salty tear!
The one(s) you’ll never have to know, My Dear!
Who cares about salt? I’m-just happy to peer,
At-you occasionally – and-exist on words,
Bouncing around in my ears! and -there-will-never-be-turds!
Or-your fresh blood, dripping from a rose bud’s prick,
And I-don’t have-to-“wait-on-you” when you’re sick!
I can just say: “Sorry! Wish I was there!
Kind-of,” as-you blankly stare,
Into your phone and-say: “I-really-DO like,
To-be quite distant! and hugs might spike,
My blood pressure! Gosh, that could-be bad!”
HUGS AND KISSES MIGHT-JUST-MAKE-US-SAD!
So, “Hi there, Friend, how are you?” Phone romances! They’re-always-new!