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Once my head was my own
now everyday I share my dome
with a feathered fiend who loves to land
upon my pony whenever he can.

He chews the holder and pulls my hair
poops down my forehead without a care
screams at the kids as they pass by
and yanks the brows from my eyes.
My ears are used as cuttlebones
while he cackles gaily at my moans.

Who is the master, who is the pet?
I'm the latter, I'm willing to bet.
I shoo him away, he comes right back
with battle cry and airborne attack.

He favors command of the highest point
over barking orders from a shoulder joint.
I had no woes when he couldn't fly
but maneuverability has made him sly.

I can end his antics whenever I choose,
in one trip to the vet, I'll win and he'll lose
a few flight feathers to keep him grounded
and save my skull from being pounded.

I'll call the doc just as soon as I can,
for my abuser embedded his beak in my hand.
The wise tyrant knows what I want to do,
wish I could trade him for a goldfish or two.

King Nico has turned to a Tyrant? Oh, he is naughty!

This gave me a good laugh... sorry, I know you can't be smiling with a beak bit hand. Hope you recover soon, and His Highness gets grounded soon.

This is my favorite, I think.

He chews the holder and pulls my hair
poops down my forehead without a care
screams at the kids as they pass by
and yanks the brows from my eyes.
My ears are used as cuttlebones
while he cackles gaily at my moans.

Very clever, Lisa!

Lisa, Oh no! Your hand, too? I last heard it was your ear? Will he be dismembering you piece by cruel piece?

I happen to favor this verse, despite his darling despicable nature!

Who is the master, who is the pet?
I'm the latter, I'm willing to bet.
I shoo him away, he comes right back
with battle cry and airborne attack.

I say perfect meter throughout with a couple of exeptions. You know I'm no one to judge so take this in mildly!

with battle cry and an airborne attack.

in one trip to the vet, I'll win, he'll lose

Helps with the beat a little. Now, I'm thinking about my disaster over at AA. If I only had your ability for creating meter, so applealing. Laurie

Wow! A dose of humor in your poetric lines. Sorry about the sad message you also conveyed in your poem although, I must admit, you didn't make them look as vexing as I know you really felt. You rather honed it into good writing.

Ground the Air-king. Or maybe, send him to a cock contest

HAHA! this was an awesome read, I enjoyed it thoroughly, the way it just kind of rolls effortlessly along makes it a very smooth and refreshing read! Thanks for sharing

Dear Cindy, You know how much I love the bird, but tyrant is putting it mildly. He was clipped when I bought him, and was the sweetest chap. Since his flight feathers have grown in, he's a horror, and that's being overly nice. He's not dependent to move from place to place, it used to take him forever to traverse the vestibule in his pigeon toed gait, and he's become quite the despot. He thinks he owns me, I'm his chosen human, and I fear what will happen when I am hospitalized. The thought of denying him flight has me devastated, but it may just be my only option. Your favorite is truth, and his bite is substantial. Everyone else know to keep their distance. I thought you could embrace this piece and am glad you did, very much so, in fact. What to do still haunts me, but I'm running out of time, I can't leave a monster with my kids, surgery's soon.


Dear Laurie, When he chomped my ear, I had an urge to swat, but didn't. That flesh is so tender. My hands, on the other hand, have been weathered by hot water and chemicals, so that bite, I barely felt. Dismemberment is not an option. I also favor your favored verse. I did my best with the meter, my usual is not suited for rhyme which is a harsh taskmaster. That you should bring up airborne attack has me thinking double time. Initially, an was in there, I removed it. Now I'm thinking it was a mistake. As for removing the and between I'll win and he'll lose, not sure. After reading this over and over, and I find this to be true of all metered rhyming pieces, I lose the da dum. Thank God for free verse, it's so much more forgiving. I can't tell what needs work and what doesn't. Time heals that, unless someone comes forward and gives me the ultimate fix. Love you, Laurie, and don't be discouraged, meter is a bitch, in time you'll master it.


Dear Fox, Always humor, it tempers the bad. And yes, I was vexed, and continue to be so, but to temper a soul, even an avian one, is to deprive life as it was meant to be. I don't have that power, nor do I want it. My bad boy will eventually become sedate. I have to thank you profusely, Fox. As for a cock contest, my boy would lose, but your response as such made me realize how attached I am to him. Thank you.


Dear Shawn, I cannot thank you enough, that it rolled means the world to me. This was an exercise in meter, my usual content is not befitting of such. I've worked very hard to clean up my act, I am glad some progress has been achieved. I am elated you enjoyed and took the time to tell me so.

My sincere thanks to all.

All my best,
Lisa