DREAM BIRDS

How these birds love to fly, and to rest as well.
They go and return, where to? they never do tell.
It seems to be a mysterious place, these two go,
it shouldn't so matter, but, I'd dearly love to know.

To know the secret of, their strange flight,
and why it has to be done, so late at night.
I could  try to follow , even better, ask them why?
but their either high  in a tree or far off in the sky.

Tushie   29/9/12

FINE FEATHERS

See us chatter all the while,
sometimes we will even smile.
Tonight is a very, special affair,
we had to choose what to wear.
It had to be, something bright,
on the other hand, something right.
I think we've pulled it off, don't you?
We're bound to turn heads at the do.

Tushie   29/9/12

LOOKING AND WAITING

Have I been here once before?
I'm not exactly, really sure.
There's something familiar about this place,
though no one seems to know my face.
I'll flutter about for a while yet,
just wait and see, what I might get.

Tushie   29/9/12

EYES WIDE

Rainbows, moonbeams, shining on me,
star light, star bright, do I see.

Tushie   28/9/12

 

FROM A VIEWPOINT

See this child with opened eyes,
soon they will be opened wide.
She'll see the wonders of the world,
she knew were there, from a little girl.

Rainbows glowed within her mind,
but only inside could she find,
the lovely colors of every hue,
now she knows, how to look, and do.

Tushie   26/9/12

FAR AWAY

One night a long time ago,
a little girl suddenly woke from her sleep.
As she lay and thought about things,
she decided to pull back the closed curtains,
and look at the moon.

Matilda (that's the little girls name)
Loved to be able to see the moon,

whenever it passed by her window.
She quickly pushed back the red and yellow,
bed covers, and jumped out of her small wooden bed.

When the curtains were open, Matilda received,
a great shock! Instead of a big silver moon,
shining up in the dark sky, she saw, a big silver-blue hand.
Matti (that's the name Matilda's brother calls her), watched and watched..
She opened and shut her eyes slowly ten times,
then fast ten times, nothing changed. The hand still hovered
over head.

Matilda was a greater thinker. As the silver-blue hand,
went deeper and deeper into her thoughts, she began to
make a plan. First, she would keep her discovery a secret,
until there were more things to tell about it.
She snuggled back into her bed, and very soon,
her eye lids became heavy, and she fell into,
a strange dream world place.

(to be continued)

Tushie   21/9/12





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INTUITIVE KNOWING

We slumber in peace on our bow of gold,
no need of flight, or the sight of old.
We heed the signs, of symbols now,
 their ways of wisdom, as to how,
stories unfold in myths of man,
our secret sleeps, as only it can.

Tushie   20/9/12

TABOO LADY

Marking the body is my symbol of love,
it tells of stories, from below and above.
It weaves a web of intricate design,
tells my stories, only mine.

Tushie   19/9/12

ORNAMENTAL THOUGHTS

I dress myself in flowered dreams,
press them on my body it seems,
to keep my mind in a state of peace,
and as the colors  beg release,
from earth, with shadows in their place,
color becomes, the pale face.

Tushie  19/9/12

HELLO FRIEND

Their colors are fierce and so is their way,

they all have something they wish to say.
Singing their melodies to attract a mate,
one coy to come near, one can't wait!

Dipping heads, doing daring dives,
no wonder their population thrives.
With dancing steps to add some spice,
gifts of flowers, pebbles, moss, it is so nice!

Tushie   18/9/12

SIGNS AND SYMBOLS

If I were a fish in the sea,
tell me, what fish would I be?
They said 'It's impossible to say,
but ask 'What am I today.
It may not be the whole truth,
but perhaps, you'll have some proof,
that what our actions are of now,
are a sort of clue, to what and how'?

Tushie   18/9/12

BIG-BETTER-BEST

I'm the coolest cat of all,
my teeth are stout, and they fall,
rarely, because of their strength,
and I can run to quite some length.

But I run, in  a short burst,
it makes me tired, if it's not worth,
the extra effort, and as I say,
there is always tomorrow, another day

I'm a solitary soul if needs be,
and well mannered, has been said of me.
Rivers, lakes, grasslands and mangrove swamps,
when I'm hot and dirty, tis where I romps!

Tushie   17/9/12
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SLEEPING

She sleeps long on the edge,
listening to the warm wind whisper her dreams.
All day the gentle sun soothes her,
and the sea brings her gifts.

Waves place the gifts on her body,
and trail marks on the sand.
Not once does she raise her head,
but  only listens to her dreams,
as they burst like rainbows ,
over her sleeping head.

She slept too long on the edge,
and warm winds, the gentle sun,
and the rich sea, covered her,
sleeping head forever.

Tushie   14/9/12.


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THE KID

See me passing by?
I'm floating in the sky.
Some say I'm awkward,
perhaps I need a corset?

 Because of one boot,
(and I don't give a hoot!)
I'm slightly lopsided,
not evenly divided.
It's not my fault,
and if I were worth my salt,
I'd say whose fault it is,
but I can't, 'cause, I'm only a kid.

Tushie   14/9/12
     UP AND AWAY
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As I go higher, higher, and high,
colors change, and so do I?
What is this world all about?
I think I'll try to find out!

If color can change without being cross,
'somebody' must, not be boss?
If I can be me, just even once,
then 'somebody', will look like a dirty! dunce!

Tushie   14/9/12

AN ECHO

The echo of a step, remind,
of the many prints left behind.
Of people, incidents, events, places,
brings back, forgotten faces.

Each print, left without regret,
enriches the next, print, the next step.
On roads of stone, if one is fleet,
a miracle occurs, beneath feet..

Tushie   13/9/12

A LIFE

I have my life upon my soul,
it lives and breathes, as I resolve,
to take each step along the way,
from first light, to last ray.

I have paced the plank of sacred myth,
three times to choke and cough and spit,
evidence of the innocent child,
as I wandered, then walked, out of the wild.


Tushie   13/9/12

I HAVE MY REASONS

I use my breath in the wisest way,
to keep me cool on a very hot day.
I breath fast, in and out,
I use my nose, pigs use their snout.

I love to cuddle up to a warm thing,
to lick my fur, and hear my purr sing.
I find a shady tree, when the going gets hot,
and snuggle into myself like a puddled spot.

Tushie   13/9/12

THE SLEEPER

Her sleep is deep and far away,
in the land of where?, who can say.
What is this language of her heart.
that runs as a river if it should start?

She dreams it holds a holy life,
as well as fear, trouble and strife.
She knows as well, once it bursts its banks,
the sleeper awakens in sacred thanks.

Tushie   11/9/12


A STRANGE BIRD
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I laugh and laugh and just don't stop.
I don't sound as crazy as my cousin, Lop!
I need my fresh water and food too,

you know how hungry one gets, don't you.

My tastes are varied, some not the best,
hunger can really put one to the test.
I sometimes sing with my family,
we make a fine sound, my big chicks and me.
In fact we feature in many away,
I've a strong feeling we're here to stay.

Tushie   13/9/12






A CRAZY WORLD
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I think the world's pie eyed,
that's why I often hide.
It's all upside down,
all the wrong way round.

When I came into the world,
it was as if I'd been hurled,
into a great big black pot,
I didn't like what I got.

What was it you ask?
Well this'll make you laugh,
I left that hot spot fast,
and rolled on the fresh grass.

Dig the dude below,
he's just all show,
he thinks his got it made,

wait till his colors fade


Tushie   15/9/12

AT THE HEART OF IT ALL
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At the end of it all,
after the great fall,
sleep brings its own light,
brightens the dark night.

Eyes slowly open,
hearts that were once broken,
awake to a world of wonder,
the past rendered, asunder.

Tushie   16/9/12

A GOLDEN LAND

I'm searching for gold, it flows like a stream
I dreamt of it once, in a beautiful dream.
Golden sands, were spread, far and wide,
and into a pure white bowl, gold poured inside.

When I find, at days end, what I'm looking for,
I'll drink of it to the full, then return to my door,
with outstretched wings, I'll enrich all inside,
and for the rest of my life, there in peace I'll abide.

Tushie   11/9/12

MONKEY BUSINESS

I doze at lunchtime for but a moment,

then, on I go searching for food to eat,

fruits and nuts and seeds, are a lovely treat,

as well as insects and spiders, and of course eggs,

let me not forget, crabfish and shellfish,

I  take my stone firmly  and bop them on the head.

 Music too I love, it thrills me, through and through.

And another thing, there's much more that I can do.

To help a human in need is not beyond my scope,

of course my help is limited, but it helps them cope.

Tushie   10/9/12 

DREAMLIKE

There's movement in the garden, it's a breeze,
that wafts with many things, from rivers and seas.
It brings a city of perfume, and stories too,
without going anywhere, what I want to do,
is within my very grasp, in the blink of an eye,
it's there when I look, be it at, sun, moon or sky.

Tushie   9/9/12

BUTTERFLY

I'm reaching for a butterfly, see I'm almost there.
If I can brush the tip of it's wing, I can go anywhere.
I've always known that, the path of my life,
was to follow on the breath of the butterfly's flight.

Once I'm on my way, I'll travel very far,
say about the distance, from here to a star.
I'll make my way heavenwards, on a silken thread,
'You can do it! you can do it!' is what I've always said.

Tushie   8/9/12

THE ONLY ONE

It's me, it's me they long for.
I'm the one they meow their song for.
Cat's or possums, mice or dogs,
all fall  off their little logs,
whenever I chance to pass by,
I hear them chorus and sigh.

'She's lovely, she's so delightful,
not vain, not uppish nor spiteful'.
On with my parade, on, on I go,
happy, so happy to know,
I'm so lovely, delightful,
not vain, uppish,or even the least bit spiteful.

Tushie   7/9/12

TAFFETA
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I change my colour, by a wave of the hand.
Go into strange places, wherever I land.
Greet the local gentry, with my cordial charm,

smile, giggle, laugh, hold lightly to an arm.

I'm welcomed with open arms, and with open heart,
when time comes to leave, I swiftly depart.
And after I've flown, without even a sign,
(asked) 'Who was that?'
(reply) 'I don't know, we met now, for the first time'.

Tushie   8/9/12

SNAKE DANCE

I live in my basket, at the ready to dance.
My mistress and I put our audience in a trance.
She twines me around her smooth white hips,
the spotlight shines on her full red lips.
The rhythm drums on, and then goes wild,
people look on, mouths soft, open, like a child.

My life is hard some might say,
but in the spot lights beam, I have my day.
And my reward at the end is so nice,
it's my favorite food, two tiny pink mice.

Tushie   7/9/12

THE OWL

I don't mean to be rude,
but if you must intrude,
then let's provide a way,
to say what you must say.

I sleep while others wander,
or maybe some just ponder.
Whatever the case may be,
why do you, disturb me?

Who are my enemies you ask?
well that's a simple task,
my enemies are none,
and that's a lot of fun.

On calm moonlight nights
is when I hit my heights,
my voice just runs away,
like a child at play.

My eyes see straight ahead,
so I'm not easily led
That's all I care to say,
will you now, please go away!

Tushie   5/9/12

IN THE SPACE OF TIME

There's a particular place, that anyone can go to,
on your own, or even take someone with you.
But there's got to be a certain, space made for the trip,
almost  Alice like, you can take a magic sip.

Of an elixir  that's made from invisible potions,
it stirs the heart, and mixes up one's emotions,
so they fan out as far, as the endless  stars,
until they're as ice- hot-cold, as the planet Mars


Tushie   5/9/12

A BIRD'S EYE VIEW

'A Bird's Eye View'  by  Trish

Something is down there, I can tell,
and it's watching us, as well!
It's eyes are green and it has a tongue,
and it's breathing as if its got a lung.

I'm telling you this for your own sake,
it's your decision, your's to take,
the risk of investigating what this thing be,
but get this clear, don't count on me!


Tushie   4/9/12

THE KID

'Looking For the Way'   by   Trish

They say I am a lucky kid,
but, I wish I knew where I is.
Turning right and left is hard,
I wish I was in my back yard.

My cat is worried too you see,
in fact he's loosing faith in me.
If I don't find our way back home,
he says he'll leave me all alone.

I don't think he really would,
as cats go, he's very good.
When he came to live in our house,
he was no bigger than a little mouse.

So let's see, where we are?
I wish I knew someone with a car.
Oh my! here we are at our back gate!
 my cat's still with me, for now,  any rate.

Tushie   4/9/12

LITTLE ONE

'A Little Girl.   by  Trish

Come, come my little one,
let me take you to the sun
Where warmth is like a soft cover,
or a cuddle from a mother.

Laugh, laugh my little friend,
we'll be together until the end.
So take my hand and let us talk,
as in sunshine together we walk.

Tushie   4/9/12

LITTLE LIZZY

'I'm wandering around brave as can be,
looking for someone to play with me.
There are lots of friends running about,
all I have to do is shout!

Come out! Come out! wherever you are!
I'm ready and waiting, and have come from far,
to be with you on this warm sunny day,
Come out! Come out! I'm ready to play!!'

Tushie   2/9/12


ROMPER
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What's this I hear, talk of  play?
Look out everyone, I'm on my way!
Running and tumbling across the grass,
see me go! I'm very fast!

My paws are soft, and pink as well,
how long that'll last who can tell?
But, come what may, I'll do my best,
so come on guys, be my guest!

Tushie   2/9/12