#parrot
1.She seized me with one glad eye,
Some cryptic intent lurking behind.
The other eye gestures to me,
To move closer, I couldn't see why.
2.But her overture my system accepted,
Though not fully understood by me.
I couldn't even process the proposal,
But the verdict was out without the judge.
"My system is compromised, no doubt,
She has managed to hack it, I did suspect.
My legs moving towards her in quick time,
Is clearly the evidence for the breach.
Her kohl lined eyes, too played some trick"
On mind's screen, thoughts flashed.
3.She met me half way through,before
It became too evident, the undercurrents
That control the whole episode,unferled.
The smile she flashed was a command,
Didn't I hear a click, somewhere deep inside?
4.Her Kohl lined dark eyes
Concealed a suggestion of magic.
Dramatically she said what sounded,
Like a convoluted password,
My transformation was completed.
As a green parrot, so exotic!
5.Did I ever in my life
Had any hunch, that indeed I was
A parrot in disguise, and my sole aim
Was to meet her, the siren with distinction,
I loved the stupor slowly taking over.
To me it was what was badly needed.
After such magical change to an avian!
That too without even the wave of wand.
6.Gently she lifted me and put,
At a spot on her left shoulder.
Then, as if by some prompt,
I started telling her, things he liked to hear.
This I guess as parrots we learn from nature.
A line of eager admirers she walked past,
They seemed pleased hugely, no doubt,
Because, she is with some one,
She seemed specially care.
7.At home, the enchantress was
In her elements, on a cage hung high,
On a perch, I sat gazing at her.
The prince in daring disguise,
In a bid to meet the enchantress in person,
And lose myself in her radiance.
Her face beams a smile that sugests,
All of this was a trick , she had perfected
In keeping with nature's wish.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
Something then nothing -
A parrot on my left shoulder
But it is not real
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:35 AM UTC
The moon sparks the stars
in the depth of the dark
and mesmeric cool walks the walk.
Everyone else maybe then was in sleep
the nightingale goes out and sings.
The sun touches down the rose in the morning
unleashes the blue sky in the broad daylight
a canvas for everyone, draw your mind.
Forget the twilight is not a finishing line
at the end of the day, there is still a searchlight
right on the horizon an ode to the evening star
a choreographed popup - the moon is on the way!
Again art in silence - Taj Mahal flower in stone
the beauty subtlety is beauteous
and a mesmerised parrot lost for the word!
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
Blue parrot, talk me through. Tell me how I can come to you.
I am reliant on the words you say. But your words are not more than my own.
Give me wisdom, give me hope. Only the blue parrot can help me, help me, help me.
Is it you or is it me, what made the blue parrot's words come to be?
Perhaps I should be my own blue parrot, for I am me, and him I am yet to see.
My own blue parrot I am, it has been revealed. From my ignorance came wisdom, for it is the truth that I seek.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
Sailing the briny seas,
the winds taking us where they please.
A parrot on my shoulder,
"Pieces of eight," it repeats over and over.
If there is mutiny in the ranks,
aye matey, they will walk the plank.
Other ships we will plunder for gold
and any prisoner we will stick in the hold.
A treasure map we have found,
X marks the spot on the ground.
And once we have found the treasure chest,
we will sail off into the sunset.
ALesiach © 11/08/2014
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
"My brave knight!"
Blushed the scarlet gourd
Hugging a pecking green parrot
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
I met an unfriendly parrot
I can’t blame him really. He lived in a cage
He stood there and squawked
Screaming displeasure at all who passed.
Staring balefully at sunburnt tourists
Asking if polly wants a *******
He doesn’t want a ****** single one.
I did find out what he liked.
Completely by accident.
Turns out he likes songs,
Click songs, because
“The white people cannot say Qongqothwane”
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
Maybe I'll get a
Fan to put on my shoulder
Like my own parrot
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
I see fingers of rock
Coming up the earth.
It's a giant
Being expelled
By the construction of the subway.
Parrots parrot
Above my head.
Behind the *******
Of a statue,
Some creepy fellas
Sell creep,
Others ask for snow white,
I see a family eating ice cream
Without a clue as to the dealings
Of the dealers.
A happy old man,
And only girls
Competing for their father's love.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
I scream and I dream
I frown and I drown
A sea of melancholy engulfs me
The wave caresses my cheek, then passes by
As I begin to make my way down
I remember what I 'd forgotten
And people appear, crystal clear
Faces I knew
Bodies I touched
Souls I explored
They silently muster what I've become
Hollow features and lifeless limbs
They look like dolls grown up
There are more and more, until I lose count
They encircle me, one desperately tries to speak
Only to be silenced by the sea
Now they grab me by my arms and carry me down
to the bottom of the sea, where my feet touch ice cold ground.
Surrounded by statues of sand
your face lights up this dark place
like it always used to.
A confident gaze, a wry smile
you haven't left for a while
You've been here and I've been somewhere else
we've been in the same state, but never the same place.
You open your mouth and words break out
They sound artificial, like they're from a tape recorder
They echo back at me from everywhere in the sea
“He who travels to the bottom of the sea
Has learned oh so many things
But if he ever goes back up again
all those things he will forget.”
And now here I am
Alive and awake
Pouring cold water over my face
Staring in my bathroom mirror
and it stares back.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
"I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"You have no idea..."
"Wanna know something?"
"Are you going to say the same thing,
Like you do every time?
You know.. if you hadn't done this...
Sort of thing?
"Save your breath mate,
I've heard it all before
Why don't you say something new,
Instead of parroting the same **** every time?"
"Like seriously,
Why are you even talking to me?
You wanna gloat don't you?
"Haha, you've been caught and I win".
"Well **** you *******
I'm not hearing it
Why don't you leave me alone
And go choke on a bucket of ****
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
My voice is a wall of glass
On the both side of the wall it's all the same
The roof is consisted of umbrella-shaped beams
The world is an embroidered web
I'm a spider that don't spew silk
cling on to intertwining iron bars
Accidentally chocked my fly to death
Buried it in the oblivion sky
Fed on chitchat
I'm now becoming a skinny,
wind up bird.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC