Open Poetry #50 |
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The Tail Of The Narrow Sparrow: He Picked The Wrong Sill To Chill... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
A sparrow skidded onto my windowsill this morning The bird seemed to be summoning my attention, so I gave it to him He then proceeded to whisper a few unsolicited ‘critiques’ of my ‘Cabin’ poems “An old joke, you are Bluesy-boy! You’re merely a syllable in a cosmic myth! Why, the stars themselves are laughing at your appalling arrogance! Didn’t you know that SELF has no I in it at all?” An agreeable breeze encouraged the leaves scattered outside to applaud... while inside, my deflated ego battled my ‘acme’ brand of intelligence So, taking careful aim at my would-be-editor, I ended my ‘Tale’...and his, with a bang (There was supposed to be a moral to this story...but I ran out of ammunition) ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Hey Bluesy, Reminds me of a cadence my first husband learned in the military: A little bird with a little bill flew on to my windowsill. I coaxed him in, with a crumb of bread and then I smashed his 'funny' head. Who knew windowsills were so high risk for little birds? ![]() |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
As an ex-Marine, I've marched to and called many a cadence. In retrospect, it all sounds innocent enough, if not downright funny, in a sick sort of way, but it's all just a part of taking otherwise ordinary people (some) and teaching them to kill without conscience and yet with a purpose. Somebody's got to do it, so I did it! That blasted bird had it comin! ![]() ![]() ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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