"greenie" poems
*Love birds in the cage
At times sage at times rage
Male enterprising Greenie , his name
Female whip smart, Bluey , her name
It took me a little while to befriend the two
Never had a pet ,Other than a fish or two
Greenie was the one
Who made calls for the feed
Bluey made sure she was the first to eat
Greenie the chivalrous, would wait for his turn
Bluey ,always on a diet , quickly she ate
Greenie ate to his Heart's content
Together they would sing
And swung
On their little swing
Born in captivity
They had wings ,but never did they fly
Or
Maybe never did they try
Fly fly fly away... I'd say
Probably... Possibly ....
Never ....ever ...never they'd say
Happy in the cage ,with each other
They knew ,no other way
Love birds ,as they say*
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
To be a greenie or not,
What to plant in this plot?
So you can chop it off,
I feel like tree hugging,
Chainsaws are me bugging,
I guess we agree to disagree,
I want to be a greenie!
House divided by you and me!
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
It was the place where I'd step from the train
and the sea air bouyed and supported me.
It felt just right. No sense of human drain
and exploitation. There I could just be.
Then I thought about it: About the men
so so beautiful and sparkling who chose
other girls. About the sweet fishermen,
surfers, beekeepers, gardeners, those
cool cafe workers, the greenie coop
community, musos, artists, weavers,
woodworkers and keepers of chicken coops.
Reality checks sometimes find dreamers.
Of all those lovely people I admired
not one reached out to teach me anything.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC