Flamingo high,
flamingo low,
when flamingo stretchy-leggy, then flamingo grow.
Cheeky beaking, shifty sifting, lifting up a flipper;
notty neck and naughty pecks,
while dancing with a kipper.

Flaming heck and flaming Oh!
Flaming flamingularonimo!
I tango and flamenco
and I imitate a swan,
but this winking pink flamingo's
blinking going going gone.

four feeble pairs of wings
flapping, beaks preening
                                           imaginary things.

mom bird looking old
pop bird real bold
their four offspring
                                are being told

"avoid the black birds
the biggest and the blackest"

they perch on the rooftop
near the gutter, cheeping
                                          loudly all a flutter

even in the bird world
the squeakiest young'un
                                         gets the greasiest grub

diving, landing, more
feeding on demanding,
mom and pop bird are
in charge, "beware of wings
                                               size, LARGE"

finding a wet garden bed,
beaking the broken ground till
tiny pebbles and tiny insects
                                                feed the hunger digest the rest.

Young wings no longer frail,
flight and landings
                               dive and lift, glide
and swoop, and land alight
                                              on the edge of a solo flight
until the three birdboys and one birdgirl
                                                        ­            find a mate, each

(And give mombird and popbird a wel-deserved rest)

                                                          ­                             oh and as for the three bad birds
                                                           ­                            in all black tuxedos, they were chased
                                                          ­                             and they raced away from six fast
                                                            ­                           fearless finches

Drops of reddish rain on skins
slid dripping, pooled in leaves curled
Steps on stems break dawn's awakening
Little wrecks of nests unhinge
twine thru twigs

Ladders leaned
steps for splintered fingers
Blossomy buds plucked thru rungs
Breezy days go shining

Apple worms burrow
for beaking birds
Bees have flown homeward

In September's slanted sun
we gather sweetest reds

Drops - reddish rain on skins
slid dripping, pooled the leaves curled
Steps on stems break, gold the dawn awakes
windy wrecks of nests unhinge
needles, twine thru twigs

Ladders leaned
steps for splintered fingers
Blossomy buds plucked thru rungs
gone the breezy days we sung

Apple worms burrow
dig the beaking birds
Bees have flown homeward

In September's slanted sun
we gather sweetest reds
Crisp the air drifts,
through branches overhead

Hand

A few playful beaking from him
And I remember
Did not soap the dirt off my hand!

Here I stand
Bothered
Praying

My parrot doesn’t get an infection.

Head*

Because it bothers
Low I stoop
To pen about bird ****!

On my way from office
Fell the hit-never-miss.

Finding no dried leaf
I used my handkerchief
And verified from a stranger
There wasn’t a stain!

Bird **** is a bane.

So they said
Is the chance my head
Would soon be bereft of hair

Quite unfair!

Here I stand
Bothered
Praying

The few remaining don’t leave me.

Drops - reddish rain on skins
slid dripping, pooled the leaves curled
steps on stems break, gold the dawn awakes
windy wrecks of nests unhinge
needles, twine thru twigs

Ladders leaned
steps for splintered fingers
blossomy buds plucked thru rungs
gone the breezy days we've sung

Apple worms burrow
dig the beaking birds
bees have flown homeward

In September's slanted sun
we gather sweetest reds
crisp the air in branches overhead

Grackles singing black
Beaking notes of melanchol-
Panoramically

stop thinking
about how rays of light
always seemed to
meet his eyes and
made them
gleam a golden amber
that reminded
you of honey

forget that his voice
dropped from his lips
like honey too

imagine how it was
before his presence
made you feel like
you were water
changing state

let go of feeling
his hand painting
your body
turning it into
art

remember yourself
crumbling under his grip
and the way he didnt even look down
when pieces of you littered
the floor

remember how much
she looks like you
before you were a collection
of broken promises

Once upon a time,
there was a turtle
who grew a carapace
for a hundred years
of slowing pace.

In its prudence,
that most mistaken
as enlightenment,
the tortoise often
admonished a bumblebee
hummingbird:

"- All that buzzing
and vivid colours,
do you believe
the honey of life
is for you to sip?"

And the hen,
circling by,
assented,
beaking its hunger
in the dirt.

One day
the tribe elder
crossed their path.
He roasted the chicken,
plumed a hat
with the humming colours
and threw in the fire
the turtle shell
to read futures to be
in its crackles.

Then came an era
of starvation
and men rummaged
the dirt and in misery
many claimed for
holding back the pain.
Painted in vivid red,
the children learned to sing.

She lives dangerously
close to the edge.

A tight-wire stretches
across the abyss.

A bird is beaking
"step on out".

What will she do?
there is no safty net.

© 2012

Open love's chest and found nothing inside
My heart became frozen beyond the suicide
People don't understand the spiritual depletion
Living life on the edge pass the birds beaking
Eventually i became a sucker for love
A fool for fools and a answer for slugs
I yearned V-Jays from The record to the bed
Corruption by Vaginal deception messing with my head
Feeling blessed my while feeling misused
Disgusted and busted while feeling like doo doo
Praying daily to The Lord begging for forgiveness
He hugged me deep in my soul as my witness
Thats why i love hard because i was made with bricks
What you mad for because I'm sensitive about my ****?
You mad because i have a brain and use it?
You're religious rhetoric causes me to loose it
I'm real about mines so stand clear of the b.s.
Just because you're life is a test doesn't mean i ain't blessed
What it mean is my window pane is free and clear of the rain
My eyes are too dryed out for the pain
So the next time you try to break me down
I will Leggo your heart just to F5 that ******* down.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
counting  
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed

beaking out
in my
soul,

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly

in the quietest

of moments
see myself

in you.