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I am an avid animal lover ,& also good poetry

Music, art, reading, tinkling the old ivories
I am Adult age. My mood is have optimism!

I live in Australia & I like all types of poetry~~~~~~~

"When the itch of literature comes over you,
nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen!"
~~~~~~~~ Samuel Lover~~~~ Irish Ñovelist & Portrait Painter

Painting is Silent Poetry, & Poetry is Painting that Speaks

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams,
I have spread them under your feet;
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams"
~~~~William Butler Yeats~~~~

 

    Birds, Beasts, and Fishes~~ By Walt Whitman (extract)

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid & self-contained

I stand and look at  them long and long

They do not sweat and whine about their condition,

They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,

They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,

Not one is dissatisfied, not  one is demented with mania of owning things,

Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousand of years ago,

Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth

                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Sheep in the House~~ By John Kinsella

  When people died off or stopped visiting,

  sheep moved in because the farmer

  who had bought the house-and-land

  removed all doors from the dwelling,

  sheep wandered in over floorboards,

  shitting and pissing, shedding hanks

  of wool, rubbing the buds of horns

  against the walls. They favored nights

  and storms, extreme heat where the thickest

  shade to be found was beneath gnarled

  pepper trees in the yard (gates off),

  or deep inside the bedrooms. Trotting

  up the steps, slipping on the smooth

  veranda, they favored the lounge room

  for casual gatherings; lambs frolicking

  in the fireplace, and even after generations

  of lambs had passed through, rayon- white

  fleeces, so close to the skin, still rubbed

  black with charcoal and soot

       ^  ^
     ( * -*)

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  On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness~~ By Arthur Guiterman

          The tusks that clashed in mighty brawl

          Of mastodons, are billiard balls

          The sword of Charlemagne the just

          is ferric oxide, known as rust

          The grizzly bear whose potent hug

          was feared by all, is now a rug.

          Great Caesar's dead and on the shelf

          And now I don't feel so well myself!! ~~~~~~~~~~

        On Observing a Lone Eagle...
            By~~~Spike Milligan
              A bird a 'flight
        Her wings spread wide
        The soul of a man
        With his bonds untied
        Beyond the plough 
        The spade, the hod,
           The bird flies,
        In the face of God.
        Yet we with reason
        Bright as day
        Forever tread
        An earthbound clay

 

             Wings....

    By~~~~~Miroslav Holub~~

    Translated from the Czech~By~George Theiner~~~~

                We have

                a map of the universe

                for microbes,

                we have

                a map of a microbe

                for the universe.

                We have

                a Grand Master of chess

                made of electronic circuits.

                 But above all

                 we have

                 the ability

                 to sort peas,

                 to cup water in our hands,

                 to seek

                 the right screw

                 under the sofa

                 for hours.

                 This

                 gives us

                 wings...