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