bow. and wow.

...dog talk

and so too i have a dog
whose only language is

bow. and wow.

and true to the limits of his language

as he walks  and sways
and rolls   and runs like
a dog, and

true indeed to
his nature this dog comes
before him

and then it makes  

the bow and then
believing in his power and glory

this patriotic and
loyal dog keeps
on saying: wow wow wow

RIC S. BASTASA

sit and...

I'm sitting here...

I'm sitting here and you are sitting there,
You're telling me what's happened since we met,
And I am happy for I love to share
All aspects of your busy life. And yet -
Rebellious fingers yearn to stroke your face,
Rebellious mind strays from your argument
And dwells instead on thoughts of your embrace
And memories of what our kisses meant.
I try to concentrate, but cannot find
Much aptitude for logic when you're near.

I'm sitting here...

Oh, darling, surely you can read my mind?
You're sitting there and I am sitting here
Just longing for the moment when you'll say,
With outstretched arms, 'You're rather far away.'

Mary Spain

b i r d l i f e

 

 

 

I Know why the caged bird sings

I know why the caged bird sings.
For the sign of hope that tomorrow brings.

I know why the caged bird won't fly.
Because he rests on the soul of life
and if he flies away he will surely die.

But tell me please, oh someone please,
please tell me because I just don't understand
why that one little caged bird cries.
Is he sad, is he lonely, is he discombobulated?

That poor little caged bird is lost on the road.

Would someone please show him which way to go.
I know why the caged bird sings.
For a sign of faith that tomorrow brings.

Jamal Brown



l o c a t i o n : Sulit's Aviary, San Felipe

U n f a d e d

Old Yearnings do Not Fade

No need to give away
Dreams that haven't been steady
Just meet another day
And be again quite ready
For burning desires to burn
And give of their thousands or more
And something from this all learn
When you are wholesome and sure

Year shall be going on to lost
For everything drifts here on
Or becomes like the leaf's rust
When life from the times are gone
Decades will fly and you'll long
Every footstep that went away
Remember each touch so strong
That once was here but couldn't stay

Old yearnings do not fade
They just become so ‘newfangled’
When daylights in sunsets are made
And differently weaved and tangled

Peter S. Quinn

melissa

My world is black and white,
The colors I see is black and white,
Hold me tight,
Don’t let me go,
See the tears I have cried,

Listen to my cry,
Look into my eyes,
My world is black and white,
Cut my wrist,
Black my eyes,
Blacken these thoughts I think of,
Black and white is all I can see,

The tears is all I can feel,Feel me fading away,
Watching myself falling apart,
Look deep into my eyes,
Can you see me,
Can you feel the pain I feel,
I don’t understand why I am feeling this sad,

All the moments that once we shared has faded away like others have,
I never did tried to see the beyond the black and white clouds,
I need to face what I have become,
I need to find my way back,
The black and white is all I can see and feel,
My world has been black and white.