The Author and a Poet

At times I like to poke my nose
And i over heard my pen give the paper the dose

"I wonder" said the paper called oaky
flapping along with the wind beautifully

"I wonder how does think?"
"Believe me the reader of his story wouldn't blink"

"huh" said the pen called inky
readjusting her nib which had gone a bit kinky

"that foolish fellow is a waste "
"writes pages and pages in a haste"

"i understand " said oaky grinning back
"you seem to like that poet whom i did like to whack"

"just writes four lines on a page"
"uses word like his vocab is trapped in a cage"

"Speaks of thing non existent and abstract
"god alone knows who reads that prat?"

"Check my author for a change "
writes ,interweaves and has a fabulous range"

"His reader get a new outlook towards life, inky"
"knows where to place the full stop better than your kinky'

"Oaky" said inky "that why i hate him you see"
"No fullstops is the poets key"

"He doesn't hold me to much,write frugal"
"but has a lot to say"
"He doesn't give his reader an outlook
they choose theirs ,he doesn't over cook"

oaky angry gave her a flak
she spat back on him and he looked dark black

Interesting is the fight
the author and the poet both need write

who has the guts to tell these guys to take it light
Guys stop the fight
-the fire bird

The Phoenix's Tears

as my friend calls me over to the balcony to look into the sky
i can't help notice but why?
he exclaims at the moon and says "Wonderful "
But my eyes burn seeing the darkness in plentiful
he says it beautiful its exactly half
i dont know how i managed to laugh
he leaves me with a dark sky to stare
bloody deep and dark, ready to scare
my eyes begin to burn abright
please for god sake switch on the light
with no hope to find i close my eyes
but then i still meet darkness in a new disguise
today silence i find too loud to hear
as i see your shadows dissappear
there is something in my throat that makes me choke
i can't spit it or swallow, its not a joke
i reach out for my phone
god damn its dead doesn't have a dial tone
i seem to have forgotten the philosophy i taught
i can't hold it in longer, got to spit it out
i reach out for my pen and paper
i settle into a chair with a glass of water
i wanted success at any cost
but on the way there is something that i have lost
i want to push it out i wanna cry
but tears seem to have deserted me how hard i hard i try
as time flies past saying goodbye from a mile
there is something on his face, i recognize it its my smile
days that i spent with you all was like a dream
i know they wont come back how hard i scream
my heart is filled with those moments of our love and care
there is so many things we did share
i wish i could acknowledge the gift you all gave me
as two pearls start rolling from my eyes down my cheeks to save me
- the firebird

Just another Romantic Beginning

Every morning I get up seeing her curl

I feel like singing as she tips and swirls

I walk up to her and grab her by her hips

I feel the energy as I taste her lips

As the sun beams through my curtains to have a look at her

I close my eyes, embrace her in my arms and get lost in her

I feel her love flowing, filling my heart

She gives me the optimism and support for a new start

As her smell fills my senses

I continue to marvel at her appearances

As she leaves me with a promise to meet me later

I hope to loose myself in her dark brown eyes and date her

It’s been days I wanted to tell you all about this person in my life

Yes, yes she is the one on whom I thrive

I keep starring at her, no one else I see

You all know her, she is my coffee

What were you guys thinking??

Good morning and have a great day

-Firebird