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Warpaint

De rigueur are multiple piercings

Everyone seems to sport a tattoo

We don a livery of branded goods

Yet this paraphernalia is hardly new

 

Are we genuine followers of fashion,

Envying next door's Mediterranean tan

Or diven by demons in our genes

That descended from Stone Age man?

 

Why did tattoos become so critical?

Do your lugs really need triple bangles?

Does...

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fossilgeesowlpiercingsstone agetattoowarpaint

Observe

On the old oak tree
Sits a mother with her child
Giving her some lessons
carried from generations!
Her voice so hoarse and quiet
like the black night sky,
"Listen well dear!"
The mother sighed
"Silence is the wisest thing,
Its with you when no one else is,
silence itself is an answer,
to all those fools, who roam around!
Keep quiet, and you'll see,
the light in miracles!
The less you...

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OwlWisdomobservelife lessons

Waiting For The Owl

Supper is over and bed-time awaits

The moon has shrunk to a silver cowl

My bedroom window is rimmed with ice

As I watch and wait for the owl

 

Waiting for the owl waiting for the owl

The woods echo to its supernatural screech

Waiting for the owl waiting for the owl

That ghostly voice more vivid than speech

 

Is it always the same owl or has it a sibling?

Beak no do...

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owlwoodstalonsghostly

Soft Spirit of the Night

As I leave my home behind

To walk the far farm fields

The spirit of the land enfolds me

Its silence becomes my mantle

While I alone hear

Those wafted word

As the wind caresses the treetops

Whispering englynion

To lure me on

Through woodland and moor

Beyond fences, ever deeper into a land

Clothed in swirls of radiant mist

Rising from plashy pools and tarns

Amo...

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Blodeuweddenglynionlovememorymistsmysterymythowl

THE BALLAD OF THE QUACKING OWL

If you’re walking by the bushes

at the end of the lane

you may hear a little quack

as the sun begins to wane.

 

You may look for the water

where the ducks might be,

but there’s no-one in sight

just the rustling of the leaves.

 

Would you believe

the quack that you heard

was the sound of an owl,

a sad little bird.

 

“A quacking owl?”

I hear you exclai...

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OWLchildren's poetryfunny poem

WOODLAND WONDER

WOODLAND WONDER

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.

Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.

Bushy tailed...

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