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Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin

Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease

Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function

Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight

Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You still search for food with your keen eyesight

Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture

COOKIES, MILK, MONKEY BARS AND GUNS

We helped lay the foundation for your factories~
Then fought with enmity against your enemies~
We rode the rails to another pristine city or town~
And now thanks to our pollution the rivers are burnt sienna brown~

We populated your cities with children you could not feed~
So we tried to feed them with nutrition and railed against greed~
We filled the school houses with pupils and play time fun
But now too many of them stroll into school packing a gun

They listen to songs sung backwards for a hint or a clue
As prosecutors and juries wonder why they do what they do
They do what they do because sorrow and hatred prevail
And not only them but most of us are all doomed to fail

For all of us with certainty certainly will fall
Because too few of us will stand straight, stalwart and tall
Then millions of students rush out after the dismissal bell
As some godless adults set an open course destined for Hell
© 2011.…Phree

FEET FIRST DEAD FRED
I was raised amidst visceral violence
And caterwauling cop cars are all that broke the silence
No one spoke lest word be spread
When Smokey Joe end’s up feet first dead

Sally had a thing for Sal
And Sally was quite a gal
But Sally also had her eye on a dude called “Red”
And then poor Sal was buried feet first dead
There were opponents aplenty with whom to pick a fight
When Louis LaScala fought anyone it perked up a dismal summer’s night

I was seven when someone first showed me a zip gun
A block of wood, a bullet and a rubber band fashioned to kill someone
Some were trigger happy fools who didn’t make anyone glad
but those are the ones who think their sanity is simply a fad
It’s a shame because if you could speak to a guy named “Fighting Fred”

He’d tell you how and why he ended up feet first dead

It had something to do with Fred, some guy’s old lady and a bed
This was a town of tenements in a suburb of a citadel called Hell
We learned to war, to protect and the hell with learning to spell
Fatefully Frankie “Forever” Fader one day just wasn’t around
That’s because Fancy Frankie’s “forever” put him feet first in the ground
And when some little kid gets mistakenly killed in a drive by there are no witnesses to be found

So that’s the tale of a town I was fostered within
A place where “Desperation Avenue" meets a street called “Sin”
I know not what awaits my fate and may lie just ahead
Because who’s to say I won’t end up buried feet first dead
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

Twas my first trip to Ireland,
In fact, my only time abroad,
And it cost me every penny,
But was a choice I still applaud.

Oh, the trip was long and grueling,
Over twenty-four hours, in fact,
And I got there beat and hurting,
With the carry-on bag I'd packed.

But the people were delightful,
And the scenery rich and lush.
Time seemed to come to a standstill,
Without ever a need to rush.

While on my first trip to market,
For to buy a few things I'd need,
Some soap to wash the dishes,
Gave to me a broad grin indeed.

Printed there on the label,
Not dishwashing liquid, no,
"Washing-up" liquid named Fairy,
That is what it's called there, you know.

Now it may seem such a small thing,
If that was the name you knew,
But this old Yank from o'er the sea,
Well, I was charmed quite through and through.

the meal of one course
not for a horse
on goes the sauce
with legitimate force

mince and cheese
oh yes please
butter chicken
that's what I'm pickin'

steak and veg
I wish to pledge
is comfort food
when in the mood

As i look up into the sky
BIG and white the moon shinning bright
into the darkness of space stars all around shining bright
further we travel in space into the darkneess of the deep black space

Lots of stars,Mybe a comet
Or spaceship traveling to mars
Passing all the space junk as we travel
comets here there space ships here there satalittes every where

oh the joys and freedom of space to be weightless in space
to move around with such ease motionless weightless one becomes floating around in outer space
viewing are kingdom from outer space looking down on the earth as we float in space

we travel in are spaceships where we go know one knows like catching the bus we travel in space to the moon we can travel
the next planet and the next in are space capsule we will travel
where will life begin again

if man destroys this earth will we have to begin again are mission to mars other earth planets to find
is this mans destination that he has to find

The wheel of life keeps turning every day
Birth, life and then the subsequent decay
All living things must return whence they came
The pattern always remaining the same

All living things start life's journey at birth
Become adult through the process of growth
They then participate in reproduction
Thus creating the next generation

Life then continues daily in this world
Until old age and illness take their toll
Lastly, all must face death's reality
That brings a final end to life's journey

The wheel goes through a full revolution
With each and every new generation
Whatever is alive will someday die
This will surely happen as time goes by

You're not set, your will is free,
You can be who you wish to be,
Because the future is, you see,
A cloud of possibility.

Each fork come to in the road,
Might change your methods or your mode,
And forks just like genetic code,
Have branches with their leaves abode.

Left or right, fair maid, cat,
These cusps to make decisions at,
Crooked lines, this way and that,
Determines where we'll hang our hat.

Hang your hat up in the air,
And rise to meet it hanging there,
Float around in this headwear,
Let it take you anywhere.

When you tire of floatin' 'round,
Just come back where your home is found,
Plant your feet on solid ground,
And tell us all the things you've found.

A slight miscalculation,
Wound me up in traffic court,
For speeding violation.
The judge was a decent sort.

Ten hours now in service,
To the fair community.
Spent raking leaves for justice,
And some pulling up of weeds.

The penalty's not so bad,
At least the weather's decent.
Not cold and rain like we had,
In days just past of recent.

The fresh air and the sunshine,
Will probably do me good.
And excersise, well spent time,
In activity as I should.

Now all that's left to deal with,
Is the court costs, then it's done.
A lesson learned has been this,
Driving slower from now on...