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Mark Penfold Sep 2018
The Pigeon Gent,
He woos and coos around the river bent.
Pursues his muse with artful dance and skillful prance,
With inflated neck and ruffled plumage, until his energy or luck is spent.
He then resides by ebbing tides to ponder on his next advance.

"Now Now", "Whats This" the gent exclaims,
A shadow looming from the skies.
With ***** and claps he glides and lands with  full surprise,
He spies the intruder, "A fellow Brooder".
Pigeon gent cant believe his eyes.

Pigeon Gent cannot believe the sauce,
The scurge seems intent on taking his prize by force.
At once he knows he must respond,
And force this illbread vagabond to abscond.

At once chest puffed and muscles flexed,
With wild eyes he jabs and pecks.
To teach this ruffian respect,
So on his actions he may later reflect.
He stands his ground both large and proud,
To make example of this foul winged burglar from the clouds.

"You insult me sir" he shouts aloud,
To make his intentions clear for all the crowd.
For several rounds they fight and scuffle.
With intruder retreating, feathers ruffled.

Then bested suiter fairly parted,
The quarrel ends as fast as started.
The vanquished victor displays and grooms,
As peace and honour now resumes.

Soon the ripples upset the green,
An armada of ducks come on the scene.
Alerted by the heightend coos,
They race to see what act insues.

The mighty mallards, Kings of the river,
None contest their right of way.
Their ways of conduct such generous givers.
Majestic river royalty, the law is always what they say.

On bank or shallow pebbled river they have always been,
They love to feed and breed amongst the river scene.
There royal cape made up of browny reds and shimmering greens,
reflects and intejects on mirrored water skies and evergreens.

To their mates for life and lady lovers,
The mallard gent is like no others.
Such loyalties are seldom seen,
In modern times and different dreams.
Fine and lean with striking features,
Best examples of river teachers.

But at any moment no matter how abrubt,
A river duel may easily erupt.
Battle can ensue and rage,
As both apponents approach and engage.
For they mate for life as duck and wife,
A rarity in any age or life.
Matalie Niller Jul 2012
Sub-zero temperatures aren't conducive to photosynthesis
chlorophyll stuck in veins
freezing and thick, viscous
right-o
tips **** and ****
try to circulate nutrients
but nature cannot be altered
facts cannot be opinionated
tell that to the judge
small claims and chain gangs
game changing fame slanger
falling to the feet of the tall
once and for all
can't just sit and wait
procreate
at least *******
when all else fails
and it will
at least there are the simple pleasures
of air and light and sound
all around
and heightend senses of reality
and *******
and laughs, smiles
miles and miles
swimming in confusion
just want a touch
isn't too much
for a night on the town
lost, never found
alone in the dark
with another
not too long
just too right.
Cindy Renouf Oct 2010
Who knew the click of a mouse, and a date on a dare
Would become a special bond  filled with passion love and care.

A protector and champion you rose high above the others.
My own personal bodyguard who shields but never smothers.

You live in a world that is private and alone
Trusting me with your life, letting me see under your stone.

No one has ever made me experience and feel such an attraction
I experienced desire and ecstacy, my libido in heightend action.

We snuggle and cuddle, I love how you hold me so tight
My head nestled on your chest, being with you feels so right.

I loved that I was able to fulfill some of your favorite wishes.
Doing little things like setting your table with flowers and pretty dishes.

It’s been said that I need time to grow and become  strong.
Your unselfish love will show me where I truly do belong.

I managed to squeeze through that locked door to your heart.
We may not be together for now,  temporarily apart.

We will always share a bond and we will never say good-by.
It would be too difficult  and I don’t ever want to try.

God brought us together, our hearts filled with a joyous love.
He’s pleased with his creation as He  looks down upon us from above.
So sad to write this...
Matalie Niller Aug 2012
Catawba, said the bird,
it grows like the mighty Canadians
and is perfect for teas
say what?
Like shrivled little ants on logs
the water left our bodies
sweat and evaporation
hard work made such events occur
toiling away
night and day
doing that **** we do
which is......
anyway.
One time I saw the sun come up
it sprang, so to speak
and on the peak of that afternoon
it fell down
but there was no moon
nope
just a blackness without stars
or light
just had to feel around with hands and sounds and smells
felt like an animal
heightend and feral
good time to be unseen
who knows what the birds would have thought
they were real animals
we were just the blinded re-enactors stumbling around
even though everything was as it had always been
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
I wish you were here now.
I would whisper
sweet nothings in your ear
& you would smile.

I would give anything
to trace your parted lips with
my fingertips,
inhale your breath,
listen to your
heightend-state,
notice your blood
get heated,
go hot.

And to feel you trembling
with my magic-touch
would make my own face
crack a smile.

Our eyes would meet
& we would be silent
in our own thoughts.
That's purity in
every sense of the word.

— The End —