"Destined Minds"

EBB AND FLOW OF FORTUNE

the ebb and flow of fortune
that comes your way and hides
just out of reach as the world
turns the tides

the chance happening of adverse event
the toss of coin the foretelling of ones
destiny that can change the course of
time and distance all emnity

unknown and unpredictable phenomenon
the state of process of known senses
without benifit of reasoning or intuition
seen through clouded lenses

and who will call on lady luck
to guide the falling hand of cards
and is the result a mere victim of circumstance?
that is often left to chance

and ebb and flow of fortune
unbroken continuity like wheat
flowing into a silo pours its wave
unsettling once known serenity

of harvest the crop that which you have sown
so blame not lady luck or hand fortune
over to Murphy and take the breath of life and say
not that it suck

so make your fortune well and sieze the moments
glory as one would take hold of the golden sap
that is once gashed in the tree and turn a handy
profit of a richness that pours our free

for all life is metred and such is the ebb and
flow of fortune so abound and teem with
coffers flowing with treasure and live your
life to it's fullest measure

and don't become hardened like the residual of
lava flow keep the stream open and be prepared
to swim against the tide so that at the end
of day in peace you can abide

to meet your fortune in the ebb and flow
of lifes sequential outpouring and remember all
return and give accountability to the source

from whence we first came nought without remorse.


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

Dedicated to my younger sister who is a lover of all things owl
and has also kindly agreed to give editing my poems in readiness
to send to publishers.....

SILENT NIGHT SILENT FLIGHT


muffled sound as the wise approaches its prey
the owl in silent wing-ed flight
is the nightly stealth hunter

screeching is the sound of scraping against the metal
or the rush of steam spewing forth out of an engine
is the Barn Owl of great depth of perception

and who is it that brightens the night
that breaks the silence of evenings darkness
and supertitious sounds echo from heights of tree

one hoot the omen of impending death
two success that responds soon after
three that brings the woman to our family

four disturbance that not all is well
five my feet will travel
six will tell guests are on the way

seven gives sign of mental stress
eight foretold of sudden death
nine good fortune will follow day

spy the treasures, steal and hoard them
and carry the message of the witches
and dance on the graves of the dead

by night they enter your houses
and gather your discarded finger nails
and of new born babies they are fed

the Barn Owls are the clairvoyants of the Devil
representation of blindness and desolation
and the owl too beautiful to come out in day

and with your claws my soul climbs into heaven
you will hear some people say and when I'm dead
for jealous all the other birds you would hear it say

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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FOOTNOTE: Owls have found to be in many nations a myth of superstition

http://www.creationontheweb.com/content/view/4708/