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Welcome to the snow globe world where happy faces are bundled up with heavy Winter coats and red scarves , Snowmen with pinecone buttons wave to passersby touring the town in Model-T cars ! Country air filled with magical , old world chapter scenery , frosted gingerbread homes and gum drop bridges ...
You and I are most certainly one of a kind , individual snowflakes , our sails filled with welcoming air , gliding through picture perfect settings without a care , excited with the promise of each gleeful morning , sipping on hot chocolate , eating sugar biscuits and raspberry tarts ...
Counting our blessings and learning our lessons , climbing tall trees ,
buzzing like honeybees , playing with friends , praying for sweet days to never end ...
Copyright February 16 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016
All except for the parrots.
They need to be plucked!

What kind of bird are YOU?

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For her
he was always the man
on the other side of the table.

He was fond of it that way
so he could see her face
read the shades and lights
crack jokes through the grim times
when on the table was little
brimmed plenty in their hearts
and her tears when flowed
were not of unfulfilled needs
but a happiness she couldn’t grasp.

She doesn’t know
what she misses is love
or a mere habit.

She only knows
food doesn’t taste the same
without the man
on the other side of the table.
can i go with you
next time you howl at the moon
to gently hold your hand

giving the comfort you need
as you plead insanity
that much closer to the edge
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