Sticky
little, baby beak
wee, yellow, peeky beak
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Orange curiosity,
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hot blade
ferocity.
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Little beak
tried to speak,
only firey plumes.
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Billow forth a punch of smoke
grey, thick
nearly choke
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dirty, sooty, ashy toes
charred, tired, naughty nose.
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Stickybeak
took a peek
something sleeping
dark
d
o
w
n
deep
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
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musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
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Coincidence….but about an hour ago, one of my baby orange chickens injured herself, her poor little squeaky, curious beak…seriously! Your poem arrived in my email and startled me…life is amazing! 🙂
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Oh how our little beaks can be bruised on this awesome , synchronistic, journey! good luck to your little chick, maybe she will be all the more powerful because of her experience! xxxx
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Such a “deep” twist on the rhythmic children’s rhyme! And more vivid, kinetic painting as well. I just love this.
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thanks jennifer!
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Midway throughI was guessing you would take me there… what a fun poem, and I am so appreciative of the cultivated wit in this poem and others of yours. – Thank you!
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Thank YOU! I love writing, and playing with words makes me very happy
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ferocity – Favourite word!!!
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cool isn’t it! or HOT
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Boiling : )
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This made me think of my baby cockatiel with its little orange cheeks and curious attitude 🙂
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beautiful, i love babies and their joyful curiosity, sweet xx
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I’m going to do a post on mine soon. Will send you a link when done okay? You will adore these–so cheeky too!
Cheers
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Childlike but darkkkkk!!! love it
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I was thinking about the darkness of the depths of one…..i was wondering, if we dig deep enough do we discover light?
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I think the light is always there if we look hard enough…
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yes probably on the surface laughing at us, while we are digging digging digggin!
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hehehe….And that would be life at it’s best
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heh-heh, I really like this one – I was told when I first met my mother-in-law, that ‘sticky beaking’ is about sticking your nose in where it shouldn’t be (!) I’d never heard of it before.
Your poem doesn’t read as though this is what you mean by the sticky beak here except that you do mention curiosity – great poem – nice rhythm – funny – and dark …
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yes it is a bit obscure, the meaning in this one….i think i am referring to deep introspection and how we may find the completely unexpected even within ourselves…BUT i could be referring to poking around in another’s depths as though you might ever be able to understand or fix them but being unprepared for what you find……and getting your arrogance burned….
haha still trying to get my own poem….!
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heh-heh – thank you for your reply – lovely 🙂
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I love how the playfulness but dark undertones collide together in perfect harmony.
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thanks! x
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I think if we dig to deep we dig our way into hell never finding the answers we’re looking for. A need and desire of those who much curiosity is like the need and desire of those who love money, there is never such thing as enough. Sounds like your chic’s curiosity led to a naughty nose 🙂
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absolutely! naughty and charred…but born again, as always, to sing a dawn song
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