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Two birds left the nest after they had learned to fly,
setting off to find what the world has got to give.
Each had what it takes to ascend into the sky,
but each bird also had different reasons why they lived.

One lived a life to soar above, his days spent in the air.
The other lived to gather in and build a stable home.
One was carefree enjoying daily views beyond compare.
The other busy always finding better sticks and stones.

As time went on, the bird who soared had many tales to tell,
all his adventures often were the envy of the cast.
But time, it never stops so when his final moments fell
he was alone when he slipped silently into the past.

The bird who built a home found love and raised a family.
He spent his days so busy, with his daughters and his sons.
From time to time he thought of all the views he didn’t see.
But he thought it was worth it, for he knew when he was done

he’d leave a heritage behind. Those who would carry on,
a family and a legacy to stand the test of time.
Now time has passed, this tale has since become an old folk song,
something that we can sing as we consider and align

the choices that we make with what we want to get from life.
It is true our lives are nothing but the choices that me make.
They add up to what is to us - the sharp edge of the knife.
So, make your choices carefully, I plead for goodness' sake.
As you wake each day
say Good morning
And go ....
make messes
build mud pies
Climb trees
Chase butterflies
Take chances
Laugh and be silly
Make funny faces
Help your mom
in the kitchen
Help your Dad
build you a fort
Say thank you
Hug your grandma
Say I love you
and know this my
grandson
You are loved
You are worth it
You are handsome
and
We love you
© Jennifer L DeLong 1/8/2025
Michael Jan 12
One day, when I’m old
And the skin on my hands
Is thin and dark with bruises,
Like burnt paper.
When I look back
on my legacy
Will I be remembered,
for my friends
Or my vendettas?
What will my legacy be?
An aggregation
of meaningless treasure
Or commemoration,
Of treasured times?
Jack Groundhog Oct 2024
Weathervane, weathervane,
whither does the wind blow?
Will you learn to point the way
or will you just go with the flow?
When the fox would rule the henhouse
as the wind twists all around
will the weathercock crow midnight
without making a sound?
Idil Oct 2024
I held you dear
Treasured you
Treated you well
Never a frown to be seen
So then why did she ask wheres your smile?
Where was it?
Ive checked everywhere
Inside,Outside, no where to be seen,
This sensation befell on me,
As if my lungs gave up
A calm feeling
As if the ocean has finally swallowed me whole
Is this it?
Is this the end?
Dear God i hope so.
Man Jun 2023
Where is the break in our dark,
Where is illumination?
Vis-à-vis, a rational light.
For the contrast is stark
Between those who laze
And those who fight

Real values, and genuine ideals
Beliefs, not steeped, in a false virtue
And causes and movements, the same.
Do they still remain?
In the classes, in the fields,
At home? Never feeling near.

Where is the change?
Passed down from one generation
to the next
not knowledge
but values - limiting beliefs

constraining, they were not healed
raised in the system, they knew only to heed
what is worse, their children plead
victims of the system their parents preach.
Systemic racism, systemic sexism, systemic- it never ends. flawed systems need to changed, not perpetuated further.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2022
Till seasons come, and those that go,
in dreary skies, clearing forecast, and behind
clouds of snow. The sun still shines through it
all—true to personality, values, and spirit, regardless
of the pressures in the surrounding atmosphere.

Authentic as the day it was born,
authenticity—aren't we all authentic as the SON,
who will come again, as He came before!
Tony Tweedy Feb 2022
Whatever happened to the happiness,
from all those early childhood days.
Where laughter. joy and sunshine,
filled all of imaginations endless plays?

What became of the joyous music,
giving beat and harmony to the world.
When dream and hope could exist,
and all possibilities could be unfurled?

When did all this darkness fall,
to lay shadow so dark upon the lands,
as a dense foreboding that has been
summoned by greeds unsated demands?

When did dream and hope become,
just mere folly and wasted thought.
What happened to the morals and the ethics,
that as kids we valued and were taught?

When and where did all this go,
for everywhere I look such is just not there.
All has been replaced by a selfish world
of greed, hatred and down-trodden despair.

I know that in the course of time,
I am meant to see an old man's view.
But what worth and value of a world,
where hate and lies are sold as true?

Death and hatred fill this world,
in every rank corner that I see,
and in silent, desperate fear I wonder,
why we stood-by and let it come to be?
Ukraine burns. The climate rends retribution. Hatred is no longer hidden but openly endorsed or encouraged. China sits and waits while democracy suffers dementia. You can't tell me things are alright !!?
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