Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Sunday, September 1, 2013

MAGPIE TALES week 184 SONG BIRD(S)

Published to Magpie Tales week #184. 
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 art by Jeanie tomanek
courtesy of The Mag 184
Song Bird:
Hello, Pretty One--Yes, YOU! 
With wings and things,
sharpened head-ring,
anklet replacing boot!

She:
Shhhh! We must not sing so loud...
behind us is that man in the cloud
who spys on me.
I flee to be free. 



Song Bird:
I help you escape, now.

Freedom also my desire.
Jump down from that tree, girl;
set your wings afire.

She:

So afraid, that I might land
on that antique-mobile, but
will try to hit the sand.
Will you hold my basket, Bird?
But...OH!  You have no hand.

Allow me to sing a short poem
which I read on this blog one day...
it is for you, Song Bird,
listen now to what I say:


She:
has become
a most beautiful
Song Bird
♫♫♫
Fly little bird 
Fly if you must
All this is because 
Your lack of trust

Has overcome your
Knowledge of love.
Cavort on beaches
And notice above

White dove...
That'll be
Meee

--steveroni

35 comments:

  1. Fun and whimsical but, it's tough when you want to be free but are afraid to fly!

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    1. Yup. Historically, freedom has never come easily.
      Usually a fight precedes.

      And of course, FEAR has a way of stifling freedom, ne matter who is...

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  2. smiles...you realize i read your poems in your voice now...and i can just hear you doing both voices as if you were sitting here....cute poem...and def a hit ont he back and forth between them....

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    1. Thanks, Bro Bri. Am hoping your "hearing" of my voice is not in digital format, but rather in your own head...many smiles.

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  3. sweet... love the conversational approach

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    1. Easy to write what others say...just "become" them. Is that ona approach? After all, I consider YOU the teacher here, girl.

      LOVED that portrait--of you.

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  4. Well done. I liked the different voices and the dialogue between the them.

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    1. Dialogue is also fun, b/c when they say
      something stupid--well, it WASN'T ME!

      Old behavior: "IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"
      HAHAHA!

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  5. Very nice. Enjoyed both the conversational approach AND the shape of your poem!

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    1. HA! Mary, YOU noticed the shape...THANK YOU!

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  6. a song of trust and fear and letting go and jumping even without wings... i like...smiles....

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    1. WHY is it is you "like"...
      I have feeling of happy--satisfaction?
      So PLZ KEEP LIKING, HAHAHA!
      PEACE, Claudia

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  7. Teach me to fly ... again ... will you.

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    1. HAHAHA! It's like saying, "Teach me to play the violin!"

      ANS: Sure I can teach you that in 10-20 minutes--but then you have to practice EVERY WORD of it, for the next six years, 4-5 hours a day.

      KEY WORD: PRACTICE!

      BTW, I am enjoying your blog immensely, as you will read this morning in your comPLIments area.

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    1. Wish I had your list of "descriptive comment Praise-Words" :-)
      thanks!

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  9. Clever and fun at the same time.

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    1. IF "clever"...it kust happened so. FUN IT WAS/IS.
      PEACE and LIGHT!!!

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  10. I am reading, as though I am now three years old.

    and forever three years old.

    Thank you very much.

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    1. HAHAHA!
      When someone would say to me, "Hey you handle that violin pretty good!"
      I answered, (at age 55) "I'm the oldest child prodigy to ever live"
      Sooo, thank you child progedy!
      Steve

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  11. Steve,

    Oh, I really enjoyed this song..different voices I could hear and feel within the lines. Well crafted my friend.

    Peace & Light Always..

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    1. Trudessa!
      Your words are SO nice to read by someone who just decided one day to start a blog, and begin to write something, anything.

      Now it has become FUN, and to receive comments like yours today, make me who kept on writing, glad he did so X 100 (hundredfold?)
      With thanks I bow to the poet in you, Ma'am!

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    1. THAT IS THE SPIRIT, GIRL.

      If ever I repost this, it will include your encouraging words:
      JUMP! JUMP DOWN NOW!

      Wunderbar.

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  13. Very clever....enjoyed your play, and the visual play as well.

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  14. Thanks...I been to your blog and found it quite worthy..in English, well...
    I LIKED IT...even tho u little hard on the male? BIRD!

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  15. Go birdie..
    fly high.. up, up and away.
    I always love watching birds fly.. they infuse a sense of immense possibilities :)

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    1. Jyo, Hi!
      I've been "talking/whistling" with birds since I was the age of YOU. Sometimes it surprises me, the "conversations" we have...Soon after, I gotta leave and come back down to earth and reality!
      Reality?
      Maybe?
      Hmmmmmm!

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  16. wow, that was really cool to read

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  17. Kind of like being afraid to jump in the lake cause you don't know how to swim....clever and lovely write Steve!!

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  18. nicely done Steve....thanks for sharing

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  19. You hit the nail squarely on the head with this one Steve. Brilliantly done!

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