my old legs with gimpy knees and gait
don’t allow me to move freely
because they ache
but it doesn’t stop me
from dancing in my mind
where I’m free
of earthly constraints
and physical limitations
that bring complaints
but I hear rock and roll
and keep on dancing
to please my soul!
the wise old Gray parrot lined up the young Senegal parrots
at the edge of the jungle’s lush canopy
on the sturdy limbs of a mahogany tree
It was time for the annual parrot parade
and its subsequent parrot serenade
featuring Red-bellied parrots
and Timneh parrots
and Cape parrots
and Bown-headed parrots
and yellow fronted parrots
and Niam-Niam parrots
and Meyer’s parrots
and Ruppell’s parrots
while the Burrowing parrots
watched from below.
very few people even know
about this fabulous show
where to be concise
is in paradise
if you follow the rowdy river’s route
for a day or two
there’s a place downstream
where you can take your canoe
and put it safely on a spot of land
so you can continue your quest
to see something grand
like the mighty mountains majesty
and towering waterfalls
as far as you can see
but beyond the waterfalls
is a mystery to me
there!
do you see it?
just over the horizon
of the deep dark sea
a magical city
with ramparts of clouds
in a rainbow colored shroud
this vision so far away
nature’s passion play
is not something you’re
going to see everyday
there!
do you see it now?
just over the horizon
when they came and took away his Irish whiskey
he stood up to them and said you can’t do this to me
when they came to take his driver’s license away
he warned them and said I’ll get it back someday
when they came after his ’49 Chevrolet one night
he was waiting for them and they got into a fight
when they came after his marijuana field
he made a deal to share the harvest’s yield
when his freedom was subject to a bogus law
the pending injustice was the last straw
he withdrew from civilization
and went into hibernation
we sit side by side in a state of serenity
my Iggy and me
he, a small version of a greyhound
with brown eyes that are profound
that look into my soul
his presence does console
we spend comfortable hours silently
contemplating many a mystery
my Iggy and me.
a generation of spoiled little creatures
the bane of teachers
the result of helicopter parents
coddling their adolescents
breaking rules to benefit their child
parents allowing their kids to go wild
our school systems now a joke
underpaid teachers going broke
respect for public education
is lacking in our great nation
city lights shinning so bright they light up the night, exposing activities you see in all cities. The harsh glow illuminates endless alleys and trash cans waiting for the morning light when they’ll be emptied of their rotten secrets and given new life.
skyscrapers stretch into the night sky like beacons burning brightly from a thousand rooms. Lights glowing like luminous ribbons on countless streets seeking to chase away stubborn shadows that escape the view of endless car’s headlights.
days turns into neon nights that defy the dark skies. People walking under an artificial glow in disguise. Petty thieves and gangsters clinging to the shadows like wraiths, waiting to catch unwary souls who venture beyond the incandescent safety of the radiant light.
tourists walking by glaring marquees that tease numerous delights in the always busy nights. So many things to see in the lucent city.
a propeller in a cage
on hot days it’s the rage
cool air on a sweaty face
it’s wind flow to embrace
relief welcomed anyplace
a boon to the human race
their use is commonplace
freshening an enclosed space
in many a working place
the breezy fan runs a race
in households and every place
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In the aftermath of the global nuclear war the earth wept toxic radiation, killing the remaining living things slowly and painfully.
Poisonous gases weakened the planet’s struggling species worldwide. Once lush forests were transformed into wastelands. Skyscrapers that once kissed the heavens now reduced to steel skeletons. Human shadows etched on concrete, gruesome portraits depicting their last moment of life.
The human race had finally fought it’s last world war. Chaos reigned as the last vestiges of civilizations turned to dust. History erased with no trace for space explorers from other worlds to see. No record of humanity.
No. The only survivors will not be able to talk with any celestial visitors. They’ll be flattened under surfaces of all kinds, scurrying around and scavenging in dark places unseen by prying eyes. Just like their ancestors for millenniums past. They were built to last. That’s why cockroaches survived man’s follies. They were the one species mankind could not drive into extinction.
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