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Cheer up, sweetie!!
You'll see Budgie again in Heaven
Where God takes all animals to be with Him
And Budgie is up there too
Singing with a voice that's loud
Perhaps Budgie is even playing on a harp
A harp of sparkling glittering gold
Budgie is singing for God
Praising Him with a voice that's sweet
Budgie is happily flying forever in Heaven
Which is literally Paradise
Where flowers grow
Birds sing
Where angels play upon harps
Where the sky is royal
Sapphire blue
And the Fountain of Life
Is reflected by the blue
In the sky
Where kittens chase butterflies
Forever happy
Every bird is singing
Praising God and so is Budgie
And she is happy with the Lord
Her Creator
Who made her in the likeness of Him

**~Marian~
For Natasha! My dear sweet friend, I was ever so sorry to hear about your pet bird Budgie passing away so I wrote this poem for you and Budgie. I thought this might comfort you!!! ~<3 Love you, Natasha!!!! ~<3
 Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux
tread
Weary, I'm not trying
very often. Not trying
not to try. I try too hard.
Fallen like the poor *******
who stood still on a moving
treadmill. I stopped to ask
why I was on the treadmill.
Stopped to inspect the
treadmill. Stopped, and
now my leg is stuck.
 Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux
tread
When did it occur to
me that I wasn't okay?
When did it occur to me
that I was? When did 'it'
occur? What is 'it'? What
occurred? What does it
mean to 'occur'? What
does it mean to wonder
what it means to 'occur'?
When did any of this matter?
Is any of this 'matter'? What
is 'matter'? What is what?
What? Pardon?

"Excuse me sir, this
is your stop."

Constant departure, always
arriving.

Constant departure, always
*arriving.
Leafy ferns and little frogs
Toads live in the garden
Weeds and grass and daffodils
And ****...I beg your pardon

Yes **** is in there from the cat
That roams around the houses
Just pick it out or grind it in
It should be full of mouses (meeces or mice)

There's ceramic figurines in there
Little deers and little dogs
To go along with little stones
And plastic little logs

But, beware  the garden gnome
A treacherous beast is he
With evil eyes and long white beard
He is plotting after thee
The garden gnome looks daffy
In his jacket and his hat
But, look deep in the gnomey eyes
And you'll see just where he's at

There's ******* blown from up the road
Candy wrappers and old tins
The neighbor kids are lazy so,
They never throw it in the bins

The cat lies sunning lazily
Beneath a summer sun of gold
With it's job of chasing meeces down
For a while, put on hold

There's ivy, climbing everywhere
And things you can not tell
They got there from the squirrels
But you keep them for the smell

But, beware  the garden gnome
A treacherous beast is he
With evil eyes and long white beard
He is plotting after thee
The garden gnome looks daffy
In his jacket and his hat
But, look deep in the gnomey eyes
And you'll see just where he's at


You tend the garden lovingly
Moving figures in and out
You never move the gnomes too much
Too much trouble, I won't doubt

You transplant flowers, move some trees
Cut the weeds back, till the soil
You head inside, the whistle blows
The kettles on the boil

While you are gone, something goes on
The gnomes attack the cat
You come back out, and wonder why
The gnome has lost his hat

yes, beware the garden gnome
A treacherous beast is he
With evil eyes and long white beard
He is plotting after thee
The garden gnome looks daffy
In his jacket and his hat
But, look deep in the gnomey eyes
And you'll see he's looking at the cat!!
 Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux
Chuck
I asked my mom why
She said because I love you
Then she smacked my face
Thanks, Mom for caring.



This metaphoric and not factual. I do promote discipline but not violence or abuse.

Hyperbole!
 Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux
Chuck
Obscene gesture
From a car
With a Jesus fish
Amen
Don't be a stranger
She said
As she walked away
Only looking back once
At least for the moment
Not making the last image
Burned into my mind
Just the back of her head,
But a stranger I will be
As I am unknown
Even to myself
I'd forget me
If I weren't in this
Transportation device
That is my body,
Dead weight
Subdued
By gravity,
I cannot
And will not
Hold on
Any longer
To her memory
As soon as she is
Out of my view
Out of sight
Out of mind
Godspeed
Bon voyage
Farewell;
So long
Goodbye..
APAD13 - 089 © okpoet
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