Sitting on the strong oak tree
Sings a song and waits
Mocking bird do not
go to the grinning sun and
tell him my secret
I guess this haiku is about someone with a secret, another person who's a snitch, and a person who's a leader that doesn't take kindly to deep secrets and makes those lower than him go against each other
Do you sometimes wish you didn't know how some things were just so?
A simple short letter from Kaydee.
Have you ever just seen the normal things?
I mean really see them
Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf
The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean
The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast
Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf
Where the wind blows
Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry
The deep, angry knots locked in wood
Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching
The plume of colour from a flower
Pebbles lapping against a woven patio
Take some time to really see something, for the first time.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”- Harper Lee, Atticus Finch
The head fuckery of societies rules.
The indoctrination in our schools
has led to the homeless on our streets while politicians count their seats.
The privileged few, too rich to mention
fail to reveal their true intention.
The NHS setup to break by psychopaths all on the take.
Big business stripped of all its gold,
no pension funds left for the old.
Big pharma, they don't miss a trick,
they're making you & I feel sick.
They push the pills that ring the tills
even though they know it kills.
With the best advice and greatest will
our kids are on **** & fentanyl.
While drinking water turns a son
into a daughter,
it's Atrazine that makes
a King a Queen.
While we're divided black & white,
we'd never stand up to their might
So take your neighbour, hold their hand and together we'll reclaim our land.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Utopia is a planet with no borders & free movement of a free people.
Dear Mr. Finch
I fear I’m just like Aunty
Dissappointed, so it’d seem
The need to scold and rid myself
Of good, encouraging things
Calpurnia would not approve
My earnest and impatience
‘ve been left behind, fell out of line
Feel cold sweat as my heart races
Crushed my own hopes;
Sent far away my own dreams
Wallowed in my own despair
Lacked to care for all the needs
Confess t’ you; am I Mayella now?
All of this was my own doing
And now we face the coin flip
My luck being his killing
I could hardly breathe
I couldn’t dine
My conscience could not clear
Today I finally realized;
It took me too much time
That I had killed a mocking bird
A simple, humid-aired crime
He’s innocent and suffers
And here I am.
Dear Mr. Finch, someone had to take the fall.
I wish to be a mockingbird
To imitate perfectly
singing at the sight
of a flicker of light- right on time
To amaze and never once fail
to carry a perfect tune
with just enough joy
harmonizing till noon
A melody already heard
yet new and unique
A master of imitation
an artist within
following a yellow streak
Every chime and song
is voiced peculiarly
not a hint of hesitation
Moving it’s body rhythmically
it never doubts
For it knows which direction it shall go
I wish to be a mockingbird
To imitate so well
to be cherished
because I am
because I do
without fully being myself
Ugh, how can one person be so enjoyable?
When I’m with you my jaw legitimately hurts because of how frequently and how hard you make me laugh
You’re one of the funniest people I have had the pleasure of spending time with
You allow me to be myself and you let me make fun of you and you don’t think I’m a *****
If that’s not compatibility, then I don’t know what is
You understand self-deprecating humor and you understand the words I use and you laugh at the same things I laugh at
You know…I don’t like old movies
I hate black and white movies, I think they’re ****** and pointless and so boring and they lack color, what the **** is that ****?
But I want to watch them with you
I hated To **** a Mockingbird, hated it
It’s one of your favorite old pieces of literature and you can quote Boo Radley, and I may hate the novel but the fact that you respect such a highly acclaimed work of literature makes me respect you
I would watch that **** movie with you 100 times just to make you smile
You’re really something great
I’m so sorry I let us wither away