Broken Song

     There was a little bird, who couldn't sing a song. He would squawk and cackle and try his best to greet the coming dawn. He could never join the chorus, or the majesty of his flock. They'd line the trees each morning, as he'd hide down by the river, and longingly he'd watch. As the years grew on he lost all trace of want and jealousy. He'd just sit and enjoy the music, and contented he would be.

     He never gave up hope though, that one day he'd find his song. Sometimes he would practice, and practice all night long. The other birds would feel pity as they heard his broken call, coming from the riverside after darkness would fall.

     One morning a group of young birds, came and rested down by him, alighting over the river on their way to sing. Suddenly a gust of wind caused the branch to sway, the weight of all the birds must have been too high that day. As he watched the branch did crack and in the water fell, panic soon gripped him as birds do not swim well.

     He opened up his beak and let out a mighty call, it was broken and it was out of tune, but it was recognised by all. The other birds all heard it and were alerted straight away, for the bird by the river was never heard at this time of day. Diving down like well practised pilots, over the water they could skim. They lifted out the young birds and laid them down next to him.

     As those young birds grew to adults, a story they would tell, of how their lives were saved by a bird who never sang well. From that day he took pride of place up on the wing. And any time he wanted, for him they all would sing.

The World on Tiny Wings...

I make the seeds that winds sow,
I exist to make the plants grow,
But my attempts have all been thwarted,
Mankind’s view of me distorted,
The food chain soon will tumble,
Civilization then will crumble,
And the burden falls to me,
I am the last Bumble Bee.

Poem: The Minor Arcana Rhyme

I put this together for the Tarot - Part 2 course I hope to be teaching later on in the year - (need to get some Part1 courses done first, lol). It's not my best literary work... but am a little impressed with myself that I got the meanings to rhyme... well, mostly! lol

Cups is the emotion, the joy and the cares,

it's both our elation, and our fears.

1 of cups, is abundance and gain,

2 of cups, the joy of another's name.

3 of cups is joy and happiness,

4 of cups says beware, of it in excess.

5 of cups re-assess, after the good gone bad,

6 of cups the past, may be, re-had.

7 of cups speak of ambition and hope,

8 of cups is disappointment, but widen your scope.

9 of cups is about, peace and contentment,

10 of cups is all that but with added achievement.

The Knave of cups is helpful, the Knight a lover and bright,

The Queen of cups creative and the King brings insight.

Swords are actions, often needed the most,

they slay our demons and, chase our ghosts.

1 of swords, is about achievement and success,
2 of swords gain, from having much less.

3 of swords, a door opens, paths are clear,
4 of swords a rest, from what you fear.

5 of swords shows struggle, and defeat,
6 of swords sees you, back on your feet.

7 of swords show hurdles, be brave and careful,
8 of swords patiences over comes what you thought fretful.

9 of swords failure, be steadfast,
10 of swords disaster, but it will end at last.

The Knave of swords is often clever, the Knight is strong like a soldier,
The Queen of swords quick witted, and the King brings order.

Coins are what we do on this earth,
our house, our home, what's in our purse.

1 of coins is prosperity, to have and hold,
2 of coins says a disruption may unfold.

3 of coins brings achievement in the intellectual
4 of coins show wealth, says we'll be successful.

5 of coins, is financial disaster and ruin,
6 of coins is help, something to stand firm in.

7 of coins success, but please be careful,
8 of coins, hard work will see you successful.

9 of coins is wealth and achievement driven,
10 of coins says there will be a gift you're given.

The Knave of coins is sensible, the Knight is just and true,
the Queen on coins is generous, the King advises to you.

Wands is the need to change, it is our passions,
bringing our ideas into worldly fashions.

1 of wands is inspiration, sees something new begin,
2 of wands sees good luck finally come in.

3 of wands success from being brave,
4 of wands success, and the popularity craved.

5 of wands says there may be, a set-back,
6 of wands gives encouragement, gets your will back.

7 of wands shows things aren't as bad as they seem,
8 of wands sees you closer to your dreams.

9 of wands be strong ,and hold your ground,
10 of wands, struggles may make you frown.

The Knave of wands is lively, the Knight energy beckons,

the Queen is practical, the King a force to be reckoned.

Running

Run, child, run.
Run at the world, without restraint.
Run into life.
Grab it up.
Be greedy for it.
There is no limit on it, it will not run out.
Hold it close.
Dance in it.
Twirl and swirl as you marvel at it.

One day you'll stop to catch your breath.
Look back in wonder at the dance you led.
See someone’s swirled into your path, and start to dance with them.

Run together,
Hold each other,
Help each other snatch up joy.
Take on the world together,
Take all you can,
Share it all,
Share everyday,
Fall even more in love,
A little more each day.

One day you'll stop to lie and rest.
Look back upon the life you've led.
And be thankful that you never stopped running, hand in hand.

Double Edged Love

Like footsteps growing heavier, as they come down the hall,
You're ever nearing presence, causes my emotional freefall,
I know I shouldn't want you, that my loyalty is misplaced,
But my resolve will disappear, the second I see your face,

You said my place was in your heart, and always on your mind,
But I was just a convenient bed, a way to pass the time,
A loving little rest stop, whilst you had nothing better to do,
I don't know why you  make-believe, that I was anything more to you,

You didn’t have to lie to me, we could have just had fun,
You didn’t have to kill me, with a promise loaded gun,
As your footsteps get louder, I wait to see if they stop at my door,
Both dreading & craving, the sight of you once more.

Poem: Finding Love

When I found you, I had already stopped looking for you,

I was looking for something close to you,

An almost you, a substitute you,

I had already decided that you did not exist,

We stumbled across each other in the mine field that is modern communications,

neither of us sure what we had found,

But both interested enough to want to find out,

I remember my first thought when I first actually saw you... "It's him!"

That mythical person who I had dreamt of, but I feared had eluded incarnation in the physical.

I'm not sure how I knew... But I did.

something about how you looked at me, convinced me you were actually seeing 'me'...

not my clothes or my journey fried hair or my day worn make-up, but me.

When you listened to me you really heard me,

More than that you really wanted to hear me,

Savouring my words as fleeting gifts,

As the conversation made the night pass too quick.

I couldn't believe the amount of small inconsequential things we shared,

Things too unique to be coincidence, that added to all the little voices in my head still whispering in awe... "Its him!"

OK, I'm sure lots of people love 'The Breakfast Club',

But how many of them also gave up reading 'Lord of the Rings' because they found it too boring and way too long winded?

I thought I had nothing to give you, but you found things to take anyway,

And then you showed them back to me as treasures,

And I know you see yourself as flawed, but your dents and scrapes fit perfectly round my own rough edges,

So to my imperfect eye you are flawless.

And then grew the fear, I knew if you chose to love me, your love could never hurt me.

But if I chose to love you, my love on the other hand, giving that away could kill me.

It almost had in the past, and I'm pretty sure it could in the future.

But... there were those voices... "It's him!"

And, now time has passed,

And though circumstance has endeavoured to keep us apart,

You want to know what tells me that it won't succeed forever?

That little voice, the one that in amazement whispered "It's him".

Loves Escape

Two separate prisons,

both existing in one place,

It became a happy incarceration,

We let falling in love pass the days,

What we had been calling circumstance,

We switched to calling fate,

Neither really sure how we existed,

Without the others embrace,

I was there when your walls crumbled,

But my own cage still remained,

So much elation on your face,

I rejoiced with you all the same,

As your light shone brighter,

For me you became harder to see,

Like a beacon growing stronger,

As you’re swept away to sea,

You swear that you’re not leaving me,

That it won’t be long before your return,

That when the sun dawns that day,

You will take me as your own,

I know you would never lie to me,

I believe your intentions to be true,

But I see how you love that freedom,

Through the bars I watch you through,

Don’t think that I resent you,

That I would rather take your place,

Having to leave your liberty,

To retrieve me from this cage,

And if you can’t make it back for me,

I can’t say you won’t face blame,

My heart would be too shattered,

To ever plan an escape again.