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On the chair the lady sits
Her bare bum her bumps and all :-)
Her long flowing blonde hair barly. Covers her bum
At there canveses the group

Their paints and brushes in hand ready to paint they
Wait for the perfect naked pose
The allmighty muff to be displayed
shaven or not its all to see

her huge milk jugs covering her modesty
twitch the voyoures watch
Creating the perfect lines
Every inch dimples and all
painted for all to see

In oils or pastels
Water colours
they all draw

"How beautiful is she"?!
Said the morning sun to her face.
Vigilant and steady to her knees for grace.
I've not yet lived a quart of life but within my range, heaven, my desire, a tongue with no lies.

Make pace on a time that knows no halt.
Such beauty..I inhale her innocence. A God like resemblance, a temple of no fault.

Trickery this must be or a dream if not...but of a blink of the eyes...(thump) my canister dropped.
Hello?! Who's up there?
"Curiosity!" I spout. "How dare you keep this treasure to thyself? How dare you not let out?"

No facial to claim, Birthright anonymous to a throne of the unnamed.
"This isn't funny" she said. "I'm antipathy to your silly game"

I've brought no games alas I do sorrow to shame this lovely wake..of all I can summon with my humble bliss is my gratitude in a mere form of a kiss...

No need for a dramatic vase....
A glass milk bottle will do.

Not rare or scarce...
Scattered wildly....in brilliant disorder
alongside boulevards and byways.

Accessible to everyone
and a perfect fit for the hands of a child,
man
or woman....

Gathered....
Bunched....

and gifted from the heart
one never has to wonder about their meaning....

Yes.....I'd rather have daisies.

Languid days of Summer
Amber sun beams delight
King Fishers as they dart
Each one to its post.

Down by the river's edge
I watch, and listen-
See each one as it dives -
Then, back to its perch.
Resting there awhile
In the still silence
Calm waves gently lapping
Tranquil sounds abound

You can find me in the backwoods makin my mends
Kicked back where the river bends
Posted up high in a tree
The best things in life are always free

There's nothing like river running being outdoors
There are so many things roaming the shores
The sound of the water peace of mind
Something both man and animal seek to find
Time and time again like I'm stuck in rewind
On the banks of the river you will find
Me still looking for some peace of mind

the drums could be heard far away
across the savannah they travelled
spreading, telling the awful news

one village drums talking to another
as much as fifty or so miles away
dreadful news they told the listeners

of the worst drought in living memory
people dying like flies with thirst
animals stuck in mud trying to reach

the last few drops of brackenish water
bloated carcass's everywhere you look
hopeless in people's eyes watching

the drums beat ever louder and faster
but no help can they bring to sufferers
only water can do that, can rejuvenate

bring back life, and fresh greenery for all
now the drum tone changes becomes insistent
rain two hundred miles away will it reach?

soon the rivers burst their banks flooding
in what seems an instance all springs back
that life saving water has rejuvenated all

The Stag

by Linda Hillier 21/01/2011


The moon was shining brightly in the glen
The air was so still it seemed to be holding its breath
Gentle murmuring could be heard from the brook
When into the starlight stepped a beautiful stag

Tall and proud he stood a true king of the night
Sniffing the air he softly called to his herd
One by one they filtered into the glen to browse the sweet grass
Their fawns jumping and playing in the moonlight

Mock fighting with one another striving to win
For one day maybe they too would be kings of the glen
A loud roar and a crash through the trees another rival appears
The stag roared back his anger challenging the intruder

A mighty clash of antlers as they fought pushing each other
Equal in size and strength it was a battle royal
For over 3 hours they strived to defeat the other
At last the resident lord overcame his rival and roared his victory

Whilst the loser slunk away to lick his wounds
For such is life in the wilds to the victor go the spoils
it will be his fawns that grace the herd for another year
The stag calls to his does and leads them back into the forest

---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----Night time sets in
Dividing the day from its own glory
Merging one beautiful canvas into infinite beauty
Pink and red highlight the skyline
Carressing the darkening clouds slowly parading
Circling around certain destruction
That only its own eye can see
Sunset falling behind the horizon
Casting a reflection that the heart can no longer hold
Wanting to embrace the day
Reminiscent of wandering dreams
But unable to place specifics only broken memories of lost love
Calmness overwhelms as darkness swallows the light
A universe of pacified silence accross the vast emptiness
Stars burning bright but just to keep our mortal thoughts occupied
Wishes echo through galactic lite years of ancient radio transmission
Bouncing from one planet onto the next milkyway
Searching for anyone or anything to hear its whispering lost voice
A reminder that we are not alone
Rather extraterrestrial life or heavenly beings
I am a divine creation
Not some evolved monkey
but made in the image of something greater than I
The Divine Creation

Waiting with wings folded and one leg tucked
My beak buried beneath my wing no sight
Is seen sleeping so soundly head so ducked
Only darkness surrounds me in daylight

Time standing still on one stilt near shoreline
Where n’er even a slightest hint of breeze
For smooth as glass reflecting deep and fine
Causes my green and brown image to freeze

A perfect camouflage blends with a hush
Near cedars clutching in a cleft of rock
No finer detail charms an artist’s brush
Nor is seen by any passing marsh hawk

Silence waits while nature blends together
Matching patterns made by perfect feathers

I prowl through deep forests
following faint hidden trails
looking for prey hearing rustles
made by various creatures rooting

I hide up near water which I love
hot summer's day I like to swim
I lay in wait soon a tapir approaches
I jump on its back biting through its skull

drag it away deep into the forest
there to feast at my leisure
now I am over two I call for a male
when we meet up we fierily mate

I am likely to scratch and bite
as I don't like other cats
in time I will give birth
to 2-4 cubs who live with me

for up to 2 years hunting together
cubs leave the birth den around 6 months
now I begin to teach them to hunt
how to stalk and ambush the prey

males I chase away as they will kill
my cubs if they can, so as to mate
perpetuating their own lines
I will fight to the death to save them

my favourite food is an armadillo
my powerful bite breaking open
that shell with ease releasing
the tender meat concealed underneath

I am solitary most of my life
with no predators apart from man
I roam wild and free marking territory
whoa betide any who dare trespass