Poem Entry #12

The Dancing Birds (14 Apr 2016)

 

You can only play with the dancing birds

If you agree to play by their playtime terms:

  • Make sure your voice is not too loud.
  • Make sure your soul is near the ground.
  • When you move, move slowly or they may run away and you must wait to play another day.
  • When you breathe, breathe gently or they may be afraid to enter into your hazy domain.

I imagine playtime was fun today.

Too bad I scared them again away.

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BONUS: Misunderstood [Songbird]

I heard
One third
Of birds
Sing words
So slurred
And blurred
That herds
Of nerds
Deferred
The birds:
“Sorry, I didn’t hear the password.”
Absurd!
Those herds
Of nerds
Hate birds.
Redbirds,
Bluebirds,
Blackbirds,
Whitebirds.
I too,
A bird,
songbird,
Have words
Deferred
Like turds
By turds.
I hate
Those nerds.
I hate
Those nerds.
They’re turds,
Not birds.
Absurd.
My words
Are slurred
And burn’d
Unheard,
Deferred.
Absurd.
Absurd.
Absurd!

10 Nov 2016

For my democratic friends, minorities, or anyone who feel isolated after this election.