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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Chicken Cot UFO

Chicken Cot UFO

It crossed the gloaming skies above the roofs,
in awe we followed then, its jazzy course;
mysterious would be the incensed spoofs
this ireful ship, upon us, would enforce.

Hmm..
..We said! Abominable was the ship
that traced its gaudy eights in air with hum;
predestined to avenge our ego trip,
atrocious poulets, would not succumb.

The chicken soldiers were a frightful troop
in pink-pistachio uniforms with spots,
that insolent, bombarded us with moop,
to hit our heads that were devoid of thoughts.

In order to placate the chicken troop,
some started to recite their verse to skies;
confronting that attacking chicken group,
- bird poems they opposed to battle cries.

The angry war-birds listened to the verse,
that was composed by stunned, exposed confreres,
their cackle was bemocking and adverse,
- upon their heads they wore rouge voluperes.

This myth reflected what would happen if
extraterrestrial cots invaded Earth,
relentless chicken-birds in martial tiff
would moop upon some artists of top worth.

© 12/11/2013, G. Venetopoulos

moop = Matter Out Of Place


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The birds

The birds! The birds!

Uncountable the subject pronoun words
give tongue to humbleness, henceforth to speak;
contributing to poetry for birds,
our inspiration nested on their beak!

He's watching leaping sparrows eating bread,
while on his terrace sips green Ceylon chai;
it seems to him that poetry has fled,
and gone with the banditos, bidding "byee".

Alas! The birds have taught us all we know,
encyclopedic, scientific, art...
Cause he would not be 'mong ya apropos,
if poetry was meant to be more smart:

{ Thy Tristan I shall be, divine Izolde;
thus, like a bird of valor, debonair,
I'll fly to thee, because I have been told,
that someday I'll become a billionaire.

Among the birds, oh maid, I picture thee
abducted by banditos (or eloped?)
thus I, compose my poetry to be
reminder of the corns that have not popped.

And thus, envisioning, thy magic curves,
I'll be a triumphant filibustier,
my self-igniting foolish verse, and oeuvres,
will reach (oh, dolly bird) thy round derriere.

And then, if not for other, thus, demand,
my manuscripts will serve a strident cause,
vociferous upon the meadowland,
by the banditos will receive applause. }
 
© 02-18-2014, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)
G.V.


Details | Lyric | |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed


Details | Sestina | |

The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





Details | I do not know? | |

A Bird In Flight

While the wind blew swiftly.
The bird flew thrifty.
Flapping its wings.
Faster and harder.
Against the wind.
The bird flew like it was blind.
Swirling all around the skyline.
All at once the wind calmed down.
The bird came through town.
Soaring its wings.
As it roared right past me.
To find rest upon a clothes line.


Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm


Details | Epic | |

The Stork I


The ship arrived surrounded by fog's dew,
his years she carried on her seaward tracks,
the wide upfront, horizon's line was dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.

(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum, repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)

A trenchant stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
Perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the color of night's darkened soot.

The dusk abraded then, the ship's details,
still numbness; maybe was the ship that stared,
as his persistent - curious eyes paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.

Around the ship quizzical boats tripped,
like wooden cradles-coffins, they were stray,
companions lost beyond skylines' array,
sea's signalizing roar, on moorings whipped.

( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk amidst light blue,
like then the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird's story cares.

And then they fled to skies - two comets' glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- the emerald of Aegean shallows. )

What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in night's ebon phase,
two finger-funnels tall, on skies to praise,
wraiths' upstage flight, on everlasting trip?

© G.V. 09/25/2012 All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Chicken Cot UFO - Hmm

Chicken Cot
UFO - Hmm

It crossed the
gloaming skies above
the roofs,
in awe our eyes
pursued its jazzy
course;
( mysterious would
be the incensed
spoofs
this ireful ship,
upon us, would
enforce! )

Hmm..
..We said!
Abominable was the
ship
that traced its
gaudy eights in air
with hum;
predestined to
avenge our ego trip,
atrocious poulets,
would not succumb.

The chicken soldiers
were a frightful
troop
in pink-pistachio
uniforms with spots,
that insolent,
bombarded us with
moop,
to hit our heads
that were devoid of
thoughts.

- The Alien ship was
rounded like the
moon;
each angry bird was
using a stun-gun,
the star of origin
of that platoon
and planet were most
certainly to shun. -

In order to placate
the chicken troop,
some started to
recite their verse
to skies;
confronting that
attacking chicken
group,
- bird poems they
opposed to battle
cries.

The angry war-birds
listened to the
verse,
that was composed by
stunned, exposed
confreres,
their cackle was
bemocking and
adverse,
- upon their heads
they wore rouge
voluperes.

This myth reflected
what would happen if
extraterrestrial
cots invaded Earth,
relentless
chicken-birds in
martial tiff
would moop upon some
artists of top
worth.

© G. Venetopoulos,
12/11/2013, All
rights reserved

moop = Matter Out Of
Place

Sponsor: Shadow
Hamilton
Contest Name:
Spaceship
Deadline: 3/27/2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Story of a Weak Person

I have been walking on this trail 
For a very long time now. 
I don’t want to lose the others, 
So I have to hurry! 
Go, go, go, hurry, hurry!  

As I ran, I tripped and fell 
On the tracks. 
I lost the others! 
I can’t see them, and 
My leg aches!

“I can’t walk!” 
I cry for a long time, 
Waiting for something to happen, 
But nothing, 
I’m all alone. 

I felt so sad, 
Sink, sink, sink in my tears. 
But I heard a voice, though small, 
It called right to me,
I feel it. 

“Where are you? 
I’ll come right now!” 
He was hurt in the same way, 
As me. 
“Don’t worry, I’m here for you.” 

“I’m not lonely anymore, 
Because you are with me!” 
I smile, 
And so does he. 
“I agree!” 

“I can’t find my way back to the rail, 
But I found a better path with you here. 
I’m really glad 
I got to meet you!” 
The heart is warm. 

I don’t feel sad, 
I’m better with you around! 
Very very warm! 
I never want to 
Leave you! 

“I may not have met you, 
Unless I cried my tears, 
But I feel so much better with you!” 
There’s no need 
To cry anymore!

I may have lost the rail  
I was walking upon, 
But no matter what, 
I will always find you! 
The heart is bursting with warmth!


Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


Details | Ballad | |

Upon a Bed of Petals

On a pile of fragrant petals,
I found a small bird nest.
It had fallen from the plum tree 
And settled there to rest.

The blue eggs were all unbroken,
Petals had softened fall.
Mother bird was loudly chirping,
Hovering over all.

I dared not touch the fallen nest
To leave a human smell.
I merely looked into its depths
To see that all was well.

Pushing bright petals around it
To hide it from plain view,
I gave a wave to mother bird
And said, “It’s up to you.”

I did not chance that way again
For a full month or more. 
I stopped to check upon the nest
That had been there before.

The eggs were gone, the fallen nest
Was lying all askew.
I worried that bad had happened
To the small eggs of blue.

And then I heard a happy sound
And spied the mother bird.
A message passed from her to me
Without a single word.

I took her song as a thank you
For my feeble attempt
To guard her nest from predators
Who’d treat it with contempt.

There were four balls of downy fluff
On the branch right by her side.
I stopped to admire her little brood,
Then went on with my ride.






Details | I do not know? | |

Take Flight

Speckled bird in the grass, nothing to lack I’m looking at him and he’s looking back The exchange is sweet simplicity There is no fear, no duplicity Oh to be under those wings & go with him I suppose Take flight and lift me from my solitary repose With a wink of the eye, soar into azure treasure And with a sigh, journey into heaven’s pleasure If the bird’s wings I could only reach Life’s mysteries he would seemingly teach For now I must remain earthbound My feet chained by promises profound The tiny bird slips away Leaving my thoughts astray Forever and a day and never may I wait patiently for my restless heart to say


Details | ABC | |

trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly!
fly to your dream
dream!
of something big


Details | Free verse | |

Albatross

You float and soar the skies
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious

Thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate

How could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross

Albatross as you soar up high
you take my heart with your beauty
on your endless wanderings
and fill my heart with delight

For me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird

30/05/2013 

contest Mood Music

long before he started Fleetwood Mac I knew Mac I have always thought Albatross to be the most beautiful haunting piece of music ever I would die happily to its notes Did you know that Mac did not think it good enough for release? Lucky for us the record company thought differently.


Details | Free verse | |

My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth

My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth                    Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi

I dreamed one day, 
I was climbing a hill,
Away, far away in the Himalayan mountain 
But I was only a beginner, of climbing a snow peak
I wanted to climb to see the world, 
To feel the Sunshine
And the beauty of the glacier

Perhaps my fascination for climbing the hills, 
Was traced by my mind, who knew me more than me
It thought to fulfill my long cherished desire,
If not in actual, at least in my dream

I wanted to feel, how splendid it is
To see the world 
From a snow covered peak  
To get a bird eye view of the world
To learn more about the earth, humans and nature

In moments of those total silence and aloofness,
I found the blue wing bird, like an Angel spirit for me
My beautiful blue bird Neelkanth,*
Was my only friend and inspiration,
To complete the mission 

I was climbing the snow covered hill
Like a Mountaineering trainee,
My tools were few, but my aim was true
My only companion, in the journey of my adventures,
Was my blue wings bird 
I know from my childhood days, as my ‘Neelkanth’*

I found my blue wings bird, hovering always near me,
Like an Angel spirit, to save me from falling,
Its beauty lies, not only in its blue wing,
But the poison it stored in its purple throat ring, 
To save the world from the effects of poison

I was climbing the hill,  
And my favorite Blue wing bird, 
Was accompanying me, in those difficult moments, 
Like a true well wisher and a true companion

At one place I found that,
The snow rocks were difficult and steep
I tried a short cut, to somehow reach the top,
And then came my Angel spirit,
From somewhere suddenly, 
Giving indication to stop immediately 

I decided to go, as the spirit was indicating, 
I changed my course, as shown by the Angel spirit
Next moment I heard a sliding of the snow rock, 
The rock which I was trying to climb,
Were falling and were slipping deep in the glacier

My eyes became tearful, when I saw my Angel spirit
It had saved my life,
From being buried in the snow glacier,
For ever and for ever

After seeing my expressions of love and gratitude, 
The bird flew away from there
Leaving me inspired for many more coming moments,
To start climbing the hills again and again

Next moment I was climbing,
The hills with more vaguer, as usual
My angel bird had given me enough
To keep trying
Till I reach my goal
Or feel the Sunshine

Ravindra

Kanpur India 30th April 2010

* Neelkanth.    Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)


Details | Rhyme | |

Big cat roars

     Big Cat Roars. 

A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo’s of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die 
Oh Lord what for?????

The dark green bird with the big propeller 
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
And boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.

The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Rhyme | |

Damn Bird

"Damn Bird" All the King's Corsairs & Grand Sailors them all! Went to winds in efforts enthralled~ Ken o'lone sailor whot's ayre so then gone~ Nay naught e'er whot's seen any day's dawn~ For once they did'st sail seas then so steep~ Naught o'fear o'anywhot's ayre 'er deep~ & the corsair's king has gone off to sleep~ Arrrrggh...then did'st a'come a'thunder & gale~ Off far away from a distance seen her sail~ Sloop sleek & stealth by her wake~ Hard into harbour fast did she make~ 'Round embattlements under cannons hard roar~ O'er her topmast that damned bird did soar~ Eye at meown & hard as cobalt~ As if it all were meveryown fault!~ Now did'st damn bird aloft at me back~ Find in me mainsheet a tad o'such slack~ As to lay 'er booms wind'ard & set all a'back~ A'baft shall we then ride as one with a tide~ Blown 'ard fer lee shore & set to 'er rail~ Damn 'er foine line settles well in tall swell~ Cut now merry little sloop o'er those waves~ Fer damned if ya don't ye be a landsman & knave~ Begone silly bird yer toime 'as run through~ Such glass as ye know 'tis known but by few~ For all such 'as sailed seven seas~ E'er 'er tantrums & fury to please~ For all then they whot's e'er a'sea~ Such sea whot they didst tease~ Nay~Nay~ Off with ye now~ Damned bird 'overin' at me bow! Ne'er ne'er shall a day be again~ Whot ayre me 'ad call any damn bird me friend~ Feathers whot 'as all they got good~ Better yet whot's ayre them's all but food~ Off'n me rigging damn bird ye drat~ Off'n me spars whot 'ave ye that~ Out from me cabin & away from me bow~ Out or I'll be a'chasin' ye now~ Woe be damn day whot brung such a bird~ Not ne'er o'such 'ad e'er been 'eard~ Chewin' me spars & flailin' me lines~ All round me boat & under me chines~ Where be me wind to blow off this beast~ When does me waves take away this tiny feast~ Send me a monster of feathery touch~ If'n me 'as to be put up with such~ Off damn bird & outta me 'air~ Out with ye now I'll give ye a scare~ Fly like an Eagle so ye say ye do~ Ne'er no Eagle were that which ye knew~ SeaWolf ©


Details | Ballad | |

BEYOND ME

its awesome. 
let us enjoy this for the moment
and plan the things for our future. 
i think i found my way.
that way and destination is you.
that's not right.
what is right for you
i shouldn't be the destination
its the language of art.
to mean i would be with you
go beyond me.
i am just one piece
we go beyond you together.
after reaching you, we can go beyond together.
i don’t know, dream big for yourself. 
i will support you
if you want to change things, change society, do things
i will!

layag sug!


Details | Lyric | |

The Tide of the Maelstrom

From seas of green, to darkened woe
The winds do blow the grief
In Maelstrom's tide, to havens low
We waken death from sleep

Harkened to the evening star
The evil calls the foe
Into the tide of the Maelstrom
Into the deep below 

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken
Into the whirlpool's heart 

The moon will shine from up above 
Till darkness ends the light
The moaning mist of deadened love
The sad, lost wings of flight 

Demon waters drown the glee
Of all remaining hope 
The gift to hear, the gift to see
Left us long ago

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken 
Into the whirlpool's heart 

Dark haven, cruel Raven!
Where shall you fall tonight?
The whole world is shaken
In Maelstrom's sick delight 

6/17/13
-experimenting on this verse; 
trying to make a four part 
acapella...wish me luck!!


Details | Lyric | |

Blackbird

life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play

So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?

A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows

Bright lights flash into your quiet dream
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams

I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow

love flies so fast away
on this frozen day, by the old window
love warms my heart today

A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry

Weather beating wings falling open wide
A shivering heart eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow

I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away thru the old window
Where we love to play


written 04/02/2012  by: cynthiaFerguson


Details | Quatrain | |

Hang Glider

The Hang Glider

At Bald Hill’s escarpment on Stanwell Tops,
a cliff edge rises to a patch of green.
As yellow pink light, the night darkness swaps,
a group of valiant hang gliders convene.

Against the rocks beneath, the big waves smash.
In silence he prepares his kite to fly,
eliminates all thoughts about a crash,
as he envisions gliding through the sky.

For the dynamic lift patiently waits,
then soars off, like a gull on breezy days.
Over thermal winds he floats with his mates,
like a yellow tail kite into sun’s rays.

Towards the sands of the lagoon he swoops,
then on white clouds he leaves receding ground,
whilst skywards he glides, dances, dives and loops,
then the kite he nose dives and circles round.

Towards the loved one waiting on the beach,
with golden hair and light blue eyes so bright,
beaming a sunny smile, pretty as a peach,
akin to the excitement of each flight.

Written by:  Ronald Zammit
Dated: 08.02.14	


Details | Sonnet | |

Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


Details | Monorhyme | |

Chick a dee dee dee

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Chirped with the greatest glee.
    So happy upon that tree.
    More of you now I see,
    a quick count gives me three.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    So small yet so free.
    Flying from here to the sea.
    Oh how nice it would be,
    to leave this spot and flee.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Take me away I plea.
    If only you could carry me,
    to fly away on a spree,
    where I can relax on a coastal scree.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Watching the waves I foresee,
    finding comfort around a shade tree,
    as thee.
    Would you agree?
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
    Only request that I’d decree. 
    Is that we bring my lovely.
    For without she,
    I will never be free!


Details | Sonnet | |

Raising Peregrines

an Arabian sonnet

Raising up a falcon brood – bucolic,
one becomes extremely melancholic.
Yesterday a clamor vitriolic
told of eyas’ danger diabolic.

Trying panacea called a mixer
feeding drops of magic juice elixir,
desultory effort served to fix her.
Little did I know there was a trickster.

Still forbearance caused my heart to tremble.
Gathered on the roof, my birds resemble
teenage bullies looking to dissemble.

Such assemblage often does beleaguer.
Lissome sibs had pushed off little leaguer -
fellow eyas not yet fledged but eager. 


*eyas (eye’ yuz) is a nestling falcon 
taken from the nest for training, plural is eyasses


Details | Haiku | |

Long Flight

pulse of flight
against a pure garish sky
warm damp wings

4-25-13


Details | Couplet | |

After The Storm

After the storm comes the rainbow
All my life I've been told so
But I won't wait at my window
I will stand strong and paint all the sky's tears yellow

After the storm comes the calm
Once it's cold but then it's warm
I'll catch a fallen tear inside of my palm
Make it a flower and put it in my hair

After the storm there's a sunshine
I'll make a wish when it's sundown
And when you wake up at sunrise
A beautiful smile will replace your frown

After the storm, after the storm
It is all calm and bright and warm
A peace calling 'cause war is gone
Dark place illuminated by the sun

After the storm I found your face
As stunned as I was in front of your grace
I looked back, smiled on perils past
With the flower in my hair, wished for a sun that'll last


Details | Sonnet | |

The Infant Vulture

Perched in unfamiliar terrain
Drenched in an unforgiving milieu 
An infant vulture, lingered in pain
On the edge of a hill resisting the wind`s allure 

With no prior instinct, it treads 
Flapping its sporadic feathers
The strides it takes eradicate presumed threats
Its minute wings accelerate, while panic withers

Moving ever so further from the edge
A sense of pride provided a much needed surge 
With eyes firmly fixed on the safe pasture ahead
Victory! Was meet, imparting its winning urge

The jubilation bred self-reliance and stupendous thrill
The former weary eyes prowled 
Saw prey and killed
The innovative, un-vulture like infant was proud.

The effort…..the triumph…..the kill
The essence……the lesson…..instilled.


Details | Free verse | |

quick

Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
din
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
ground
consider the satellites as they
come back
around
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
found
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream


Details | Free verse | |

I Just Found Out The Meaning

I just found out the meaning to my bachelorhood. 
Now, it's clear to me that those experiences I had earlier are lovelorn.
I've just found the reciprocal affection 
I have been struggling for all these years in courtship.

I just realize I have found the right woman for my unborn generations.
I've just found the true companion I can confide in at all time.  
I found love at last in this angel who now means the world to me.
God! Thank you to have sent her to me on time,
And not until the beauties in her has faded like tainted rose.

My prayer now is that God shouldn't let me lose someone
Like her that would be very hard to replace.
And I as well pray not to find any course (at a later time) to regret or curse the day we met.
I've just found out she needs white roses; she is a virgin.


Details | Epic | |

I Awake To Darkness (part 7)

I awake to the girl sleeping by my side
The clouds are everywhere within the blue sky
I wake the girl and her eyes open slow
As we stand her and I have no place to go
We start to walk and I begin to hear
A message being whispered, the end you will fear
I grip the girls hand and then we start to walk
Then the spirits enter my mind and they begin to talk
I try to ignore what they say and something catches my eye
Leaving the ground to the air a sparrow begins to fly
The sparrow can talk and it calls out my name
This treacherous bird seems to be very tame
It perches on the branch of a locust tree
Asking us both if we want to be free
We agree with the bird and nod our heads
Everything goes black and we wonder if we're dead
Our boundaries brighten the surrounding land
We both are standing on ground covered in sand
The spirits tell me that I'm still a fool
I respond quickly this is my mind and here I rule
Their whispering voices fade away
I check on the girl and she seems to be okay
We both lay down right next to each other
We hold hands and look to the water
Now is my chance to make things right
I kiss her lips and then we fall asleep through the night...


Details | Couplet | |

Bear and the Mocking Bird

Should I? Could I? Would I?  The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast.
He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp.
But the current appeared too swift, for even a bear as strong as him.
Still, that salmon’s presence mocked him; he was dinner on the fin.
So as the bear lumbered out, a mocking bird suddenly began to mock…
“You’re going over the falls in one more step. Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“Didn’t your momma ever teach you even one simple little thing?”
Now, he had left home because his Momma had always told him what to do.
So he turned to the bird and growled… “Why should I listen to you?”
The bird mocked back… “Because you don’t stop and think things thru.”
Then, at that point the bear slipped, and almost went over the falls, it’s true! 
He heard the bird mock, “Stop! Think! Think! Stop! Listen, you lumbering brute!”
Angrily and begrudgingly, he admitted the bird was right: a plan was due.
So with a branch he sent the salmon down to the bottom of the falls below.
Then, later with dinner replete, it was now time for dessert to bestow.
So he decided to visit the berry farmer and plunder most of his crop.
Again the mocking bird hollered at him. “Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“The farmer has a dog and gun! If you destroy his summers’ crop…”
“A bearskin rug will be your fate. So Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
After 3 or 4 more times at mocking… The bear finally gave in… 
For each time he had mocked him… He had also saved his life, again…
Since he had left momma behind, he now realized that he had done nothing right.
And though they were both rough, tough, loners: they still became strangely tight.
So in the end, they became fast friends, with each one helping the other out…

The moral to my story is: there’s a friend that can understand anyone, even you.
Friends don’t have to be beautiful or popular to be true and help you thru.
They are all very precious and none should be thrown away.  
For you’ll need all their understanding to help: see you on your way.


Details | Couplet | |

After The Storm

After the storm comes the rainbow
All my life I've been told so
But I won't wait at my window
I will stand strong and paint all the sky's tears yellow

After the storm comes the calm
Once it's cold but then it's warm
I'll catch a fallen tear inside of my palm
Make it a flower and put it in my hair

After the storm there's a sunshine
I'll make a wish when it's sundown
And when you wake up at sunrise
A beautiful smile will replace your frown

After the storm, after the storm
It is all calm and bright and warm
A peace calling 'cause war is gone
Dark place illuminated by the sun

After the storm I found your face
As stunned as I was in front of your grace
I looked back, smiled on perils past
With the flower in my hair, wished for a sun that'll last


Details | Free verse | |

The march of the penguins

The little penguins march along the ice
Battling against them
The might of the long winter’s crisis 
The small ones under their mother’s bellies they crawl 
Into a world of cold, their eyes opened
Marching weeks and months 
Just to find
Some miracle rough food
The mothers and children stay 
The fathers leave
Walking and marching for miles
And in between 
The Crisis changes into the worse
Where the large bird descends 
Toward the small penguins
The ones who have mothers
Run to them 
While other shield themselves
By squeezing tightly together
As the merciless bird strikes
Some mange to run 
While finally one is caught
In the ugly beast’s claws 
And eventually gets eaten cruelly…
And when the dads come
Some find their sons 
While others
Just endure another crisis similar  
And for some
The dad recognizes his son 
By his or her song
And beautifully they unite again 
The father, mother, son
Stand
Together, proud and remarking 
How beautiful their son is 
And patiently the season changes
Summer comes, the ice melts
In the water they splash and swim 
Day by day 
All of the small penguins
Grow up
Their parents leaving them to a path of their own 
They march again 
How significant and enduring 
I can’t describe how
A penguin really suffers…


 


Details | Shape | |

A Bird's Eye View of Life

               I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.



                                                            A
                                                         single, 
                                                       little bird,
                                                     is flying high
                                                  above a rainbow.
                                              Even though it is small, 
                                            it believes that everything
                                          can forever be accomplished.
                                        No matter how hard the struggle,
                                     it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
                                    Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
                                  to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
                               the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
                              achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
                             that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
                           The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
                          your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it. 
                        Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.

                                                    


                                                     Dawn D. Kilby 
                                         Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


Details | Rhyme | |

Night trail

in the light of darkness
a moon and her stars
faded harshly away
hands of my hours
dwell in their eternal moment
in a time framed ballet

eyes adapted to the dark
mirror miniscule
a mouse into an elephant
the almost invisible night owl
whizzes traceable yet silent
downwards like a celebrant

one small pinched squeak
most pervading affirmation 
of a heavenly nutritious act
down below a different sound
terse trampling of fleeing mouse
a stampede displays life's a fact

once completely paralyzed 
in the midst of the Black Forrest
in breathless adoration since
eternal memories forth live
symphonies nestled in my mind
me and a night owl's secret flirtation

(c) Elly Wouterse
Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Contest Winner Medal
	3	Night trail	Elly Wouterse


Details | Haiku | |

Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

Two images?  Chirp!
Sparrow looks, hits mirror lake
Lake answers with, “splash!”


Details | Free verse | |

My Walk

My walk in the woods I see one quick flittering, humming,

Standing tall ever vigilante a woodpecker begins.
Crown of red feathers builds excitement extreme.
Head jerking quickly looking bold without sins,
This bird has such power discovered in a dream.
Devastating wood in all forms, feasting it would seem.

Songwriters’ blue jays,
Dressed in colors that I see,
Family ties strong,
Flies so silent perched in song.
My relaxed moment is when.

An early bird upon first frost,
Flicking their tails, presenting orange chest,



Written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name For(Four)Beautiful Birds 


written by 
Cecil Hickman

written 05-19-2011


Details | Burlesque | |

a vet's friday

A Vet’s  Friday 

A sparrow was picking insects on the road a car came, the bird nearly
 got away, but was hit by the car’s wing mirror I stopped dismounted 
and picked it up. It looked stunned gasping for air. Put the bird on 
the shady, grassy verge, waited for it to recover, and to see it fly away. 
Afar, behind the mountain range, smoke two helicopters with big bags
 of water hanging underneath are flying towards the forest fire. 
The countryside is dry yet the sun goes on shining hot and spiteful. 
I look at the sparrow it had overcome and died with an open beak; and 
I was the only witness. My effort to be a rescuer and a hero in my own 
vanity had failed, was it my heavy hands that had shocked it to death. 
Nothing more to do I can’t stay here all day looking at a dead bird. 
The helicopters are returning to fill those enormous bags with water in 
a nearby lake and sparrows do as they must pick insects off the road
while we wait for rain. 
 


Details | Limerick | |

A fellow named Joe

There was once a fellow named Joe 
Who saved money for an expensive bow                                                
The bow was awesome
Used to kill an opossum                                 
Which won him a trophy in a show 


Details | Free verse | |

Mountain Sleep

            Mountain Sleep 

Mountain sleeps once upon a lake
Yellow bird skims the surface of liquid blue
Draws in an insect on the slender beak
A subtle noise discerned as it gathers up the bug
Disturbances below are heard, a lifted fin, a splash 
In nervous motion the trout moves back below
Cheated by the bird who stole his living meal
Above the lake, below the gaze of mountain
Snow melts, rain rides the spine and washes down
To purify the path 
Make the past and present one and the same
Gliding between here and now
Mountain looks for a cover
But only finds the white of ice
Trees are used as toothpicks upon the ponderings
Lake is gargled with the blue and brine as mountain thinks
Wakes, meditates. It rises on green grass
Mirrored at the water’s edge
Pretends to see right through it
Then turns with each hour of the sun
Bakes with the red birds spinning like rotisseries
Mighty wings lift and swoop on clouds
Rivers rush with them to some lost town
Forsaking summer in a rush of churning waves
Joined by colored feathers keeping tempo 
Mountains are too heavy to go with them
They are only rocks and rocks don’t run or fly
They only fall and roll with wisdom into winter 
Tectonic movements take them slow along the land
Steeped in snow that covers everything with solace 
On the giant slopes pulled over like a blanket
The mountain, brought to its knees, to sleep


Details | Limerick | |

Samantha's Tree

Samantha once scampered a tree
To see whatever she could see.
So far up did she boost
That an owl came to roost
On Sammy's precarious knee.


Details | Haiku | |

Baby Bird - Haiku

     Baby Bird – Haiku

From the nest, a fall
Tumbling with few feathers down
Soft ground is a kiss


Details | Haiku | |

Flying Wet - Haiku

     Flying Wet - Haiku

rain drops encounters
soft between wings, touch blue birds
wild! no need to bathe 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Just Before Summertime

She wants that feel of summertime
When everything seems to rhyme

A courageous bird sailing over the mountains
Rivers,waterfalls,subsidizing fountains

A bud in the morning, delicate flower by evening
An ever so perpetual meaning

Swallowed up the sunshine
You've never felt so divine

The breeze gently playing with your hair
Dancing in the tall grass, completely bare

We found the treasure, but it needs a key
Quite possibly it's the love from you and me

We will never reach our peak
Always something new to seek

-Cody T. Nitz


Details | Free verse | |

Jeeps

There once was a whole bunch of jeeps
There were a ton of “beep beeps”
One thought it was too loud
So he drove through the crowd
Eating a big box of Peeps


Details | Haiku | |

Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

Smooth rounded rocks hold
In deep water, age slows, forms
Birds follow ripples

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest


Details | Haiku | |

River Theft - Haiku

River Theft – Haiku

Predator bird swoops
Bug dodges down to river
Trout bites, swallows whole 


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Bird

Past happiness is what keeps me here
You wish to stay and sing along
content with your surroundings.
Yet you knew I can't accept that.
You say I'm your little bird
The bird with no cage
The cage with no latch.
How can you not know?
I am in your cage,
the cage of "I love You"s and "We'll go away together someday"s
You are my cage,
I use to be happy in it
But you had to go and lie
You had to lose my trust.
I have let you out of your cage
and if you continue to lie
I will let myself out of mine.
I am not your little bird.
I am not your pet.
I have my own set of wings.
I have my own set of talons.
Don't make me use them.


Details | I do not know? | |

First Flight

The bird took off into the sky,
Spreading it's wings for flight. 
A gentle breeze eased it higher,
Yet further from the ground.
The mother bird gazed on intently,
Protective of it's young.

The bird was gaining height so fast,
It's mum now a mere dot.
The older birds flew up above, 
Swooping and diving for fun.

The bird looked down in anxious fear,
At the houses far below.
Never had it been so very high, 
That people looked so small.
To him they were now tiny blobs,
Not bigger than him any more.

The breeze around him suddenly ceased,
And the bird started drifting down.
The people below were no longer blobs,
And his mother was entering view.
As he was swooping back down to the nest,
He took one last glance above.
Still the older birds were playing, 
Not a single care in the world.
They hadn't to worry, they hadn't to work,
For they had already learnt to fly.


Details | Ballad | |

Earth Gurlz R EZ NOT

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD!




Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...2-B...OR NOT! 2-B...OR NOT!
An-cient 1...SEZ...NOT...NOT...2-B...NOT!

SWE-P? WE SAY...SLE-P! WE SAY...SLE-P!

An-cient 1...SEZ...WE...R...NOT! WE...R... NOT!
OIL...TO FOIL! He sez...OIL...TO FOIL!

OIL...TO FOIL! OIL...TO FOIL! 
Earth Gurlz...2-B...2 EZ...Earth Gurlz...2-B...2EZ!

Earth Guyz...R...2EZ...Earth Guyz...R...2EZ!
Earth Gurlz...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
Earth Gurlz...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!

An-cient 1...SEZ...PLAY...NOT! He sez...PLAY...NOT!
OIL...TO FOIL! He sez...OIL...TO FOIL!

'NANAS...WE..SAY...'NANAS!
THEY...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
THEY...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
NO...WAY!...NO...WAY!
WARP...AWAY! WARP...AWAY!

DONG...KING...KONG! DONG...KING...KONG!
An-cient 1...sez...NO...WAY...NO WAY!
An-cient 1...sez...NO...WAY...NO WAY!

Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...NOT!
Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...NOT!

BAGS...'N TOYZ...BAGS...'N TOYZ?
THEY...SAY...WE PLAY! THEY...SAY..WE PLAY!

Earth Gurlz...R...2 EZ! Earth Gurlz...R...2 EZ!
Tecky and smart...THEY'RE...ALL TARTS!

BONY...'N PANTS...WE...'JUS CAN'T!'
BONY...'N PANTS...WE...'JUS CAN'T!

Tecky with parts...ALL...TIN HEARTS!
Tecky with parts...ALL...TIN HEARTS


An-cient 1...sez...WARP...TO PLAY!
An-cient 1...sez...WARP...TO PLAY!

OIL...IN CAN...WE CAN!
OIL...IN CAN...WE CAN!

OIL...TO FOIL...OIL...TO FOIL!
SCORES...IN CANS...WE CAN!!
SCORES...IN CANS...WE CAN!


Details | Rhyme | |

A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In the tops of trees

The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow

Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout

Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise


Details | Free verse | |

Hummingbird Inclinations

            Hummingbird Inclinations

Hummingbirds make blues and reds more vivid
Thin tongues dipped in sweet delicious depths
Hovering above their favorite thing
Who knew flowers could be so tasty
With beaks sunk deep into the sacred sanctuary
Nectar makes the perfect breakfast at great speeds
Hummingbirds take risks and chances being out in day
They are so cute and tiny on the wing
Bird snatchers are dangerous nasty people
With nets they could catch them and make them sing
Keep them from Mother Nature in the spring
Hold them for ransom or other felonious things
That snatchers are known to do
Hummingbirds fly backwards in time
With gentle precision and inclinations
To find flowers they left behind 
They stir up images of oranges and yellows as they fly
And paint a pretty picture in our minds 



Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Jungle

                             Haiku Jungle

Snakes birds tangle wild

Under, brooks babble downward

Vegetation spring



Details | I do not know? | |

Balloon and Co

A rich yellow Balloon, 
happily adopted by a little man,
Balloon thinks hold my ribbon,
and I will guide you lovingly.
 Suddenly a gust of wind,
and the little man seems smaller,
an outstretched arm and a tear,
and with that, Balloon is all alone.
 A city tower stands tall,
Balloon only knows up,
reflections in the windows,
of a bald yellow face ascending. 
 Six floors up, grumpy giants,
suits pointing grumpy orders,
twenty, and an uptight woman spills coffee,
Balloon wanted to save her notes.
 Higher now, a sign reads elevater,
a secret card game on the roof,
employees on look out,
Balloon chuckles, he won't tell.
 Time stops as Balloon sets gaze on Sun,
blushes from her and an idea, lightbulb,
Balloon inhales, rises smooth to Sunset,
little man witnesses the pop.
 Skin floats gently to ant city,
little man shudders, can't bare to look,
little man bursts into tears.


Details | Light Poetry | |

BRID AND THE SKY

you hear them flow
as the go
some hum and sing
and spread there wings
as the fly
go when up hight
the
BRIDS AND THE SKY


Details | Haiku | |

Empty Orange Bird Haiku

     Empty Orange Bird Haiku

River takes on night
Floats, orange bird covers flight, dark
Hollows, void on void


Details | Light Poetry | |

BRIDS OF SPRING

soon under moon
theyer flowing
wings showing
to flop in our parks
they are art
that  this weather bring
BRIDS OF SPRING


Details | Verse | |

The Skylark

A gusty evening,
Everyone's leaving,
With mare's tail mobbing the sky.
There treads a misled,
A lark's swelled head,
Wearing a black tie.

Encircling the clouds,
Like the diverge shrouds,
Rambling the skies in quest.
Upon stumbling a grub,
It concludes the nub,
With nourishment at behest.


Details | Rhyme | |

After effects

                                    After effects
                            a billion bird lice sprung on me,
                         stayed 3 months, not serenity, 
                          even long gone they may be,
                             feel em landing still on me,
                              in my imagination:( 

                                   Don Johnson 26-july-11

Francine,
True blue story here,
nuff to drive you to Canadian  beer?
never tried it, :)
Still kept writing about my bugalug mates:)
trouble sleeping me car old mate,
and a tent i tried down here,
Almost sent me queer,
not shirt lifting , dear:) 

Ah yes Robert mate, invisible bird lice, not bloody cake:) poisoning early, even late, still a feeling itchy's fate, with sanity sidestepping... hehe 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Love You, My Samii

A spectacular sight to see....

As she perches herself up so very high to reach the top,
   She turns to me, as if to say "Look at me!  Look at me!
I can do all that I can at the top of my castle!"

As she leans backwards,
   She plays with the tail of her toy mouse
That's dangling over the edge.

She catches her mouse with a diligent swipe of her paw,
   And licks and licks to her heart's content
Of catnip d'or.

"Meeeooowww, meeeeeooooowwwww, eeeeeooooowwwww!"

She races throughout my domain,
   Without a strand of fur;
Not a single trace.

She stretches along the windowsill, basks in the sun,
   And falls asleep in the warmth of the rays,
Only to be woken by the chatter of birds outside at play.

"Meeeooowww, meeeeeooooowwwww, eeeeeooooowwwww!"

Oh, Samii!  Oh, My!
   My one and only that I adore so!
I love you, my Samii!


Details | Imagism | |

Untitled

He rests in a calm smooth envoriment
Rests his back on the soft grass
There no violence or governments here
He look to the friendly blue sky
The clouds wave and sing to him
From up high the sun shines
Into his soul and gives him a purpose
Far away from cities and tyranny
He has a artistic scenery
With a envoriment that shows mercy
Along with a meaningful purpose
To enjoy life and its adventures
What would be worse
For him to pick up and leave
If he desires to, off to a hurst he goes
His mind longer occupied with deceit
His heart is delighted
With the greetings it receives
Now he believes
He'd never leave
Eat bread and enjoy life
Fed by a precious price.




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First Quail Hunt

When I turned twelve, Dad bought me a shot gun Thought two sons hunting with him, would be fun My brother also got his at that age They were Remington Wingmaster, 12 gauge Dad had two Pointer bird dogs, both well-trained This is a breed born to hunt, it’s ingrained The dogs had been named Old Red and Clover Clover ranged close but Red was a rover Dad’s bird hunt of choice, was always Bob Whites As these quail don’t run before they take flight Other types of quail, like the West Texas Blues Run before they flush, that’s dog hunt bad news I’d walked on hunts, but never with a gun Then dad said “Boys you’re hunting on this one” We both knew gun safety and how to shoot Clay pigeons move out, but quail really scoot “Get the butt tight to your shoulder”, said Dad The gun kicked hard, so the stock had a pad Still before I learned, my shoulder was blue It didn’t take long to know what to do We left for the hunt, the sky was still black Went in the old pickup with dogs in back Just getting light when we got to the field Gave the dogs a short run, then made them heel We started to walk, but stayed fairly tight Dad was in the middle and Big “J” on the right Clover was working but stayed right in front Old Red was way out ranging wide to hunt We could see Red when he went on a point When Clover saw him, she froze every joint Old Red on a point is a sight to see Clover backing the point’s a thrill to me We walked toward the covey very slow Clover stayed, just in front, she’d freeze then go Old Red would only move a foot or two and freeze Dad talked soft, wanting to keep Red at ease Both dogs looked tense and about to explode Like a beam in stress from an over load When the birds all flushed with that sudden roar Big “J” shot one and Dad dropped down two more I never raised my gun, so had egg on my face Spellbound by the dogs, I couldn’t keep pace They both had a good laugh at my expense It’s my first time out, I said in defense The dogs retrieved the bird as they were trained Then the hunt ended as down came the rain On the way home I yelled, “I’m the winner!” I don’t have to clean a shot gun before dinner


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wether has thy flute gone dear krishna

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where is my flute today gone missing?
wether has thy flute gone oh krishna asked radha,
wether has it gone,
no sweet music heard,
no dancing peacocks, seen,
no lovely rain drencheth this vrindavan here,
its so dull in here dear krishna, where is the flute of thee gone?

peeping between every,
tree i here try to find,
wither have thee  lost  that lovely flute?
were there days , my dear krishna i felt obsessed why is this flute taking away you from me?
but minus the flute and  just of you
shall no there is no life here in vrindavan.

so dear gopala,see to that along with thy venu do come 
sitting by you i shall here enjoy the sweet notes of music that enamate from thy flute, rains may occur, peacocks may dance, 
and this vrindavan shall in turn look so beautiful and aromatic,
that life becomes blissfull.


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SEA AND THE BRIDS

when it get cold
they get bold
fly high
its a god thing
they go until spring
to them its heavenly
the travel in hearlds
the
SEA AND THE BRIDS


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Blue Bird in the Barber's Shop

a blue bird rushed the Barber's shop
and perched upon the chair...

"I would ask a trim" said he..
 "but I haven't any hair"

"so could you fluff my feathers up?..
and brush away the dust?"

"I know I look an awful fright..
with all my feathers mussed.."

"I was on my morning flight you see
when a shrew gave me the grip.."

"I hope she hasn't left me bald..
I felt some feathers slip.."

"oh you just rest!!" the Barber said
"I'll tend you in a while"

Too bad the bird had dropped his head
and missed the wicked smile..

That shrew.. she was the barbers wife..
he reached calmly for his net..

And now that blue bird sings each day
for he is her lovely pet..





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Rolling Waters

Part 1

    The sun reflects
the sunlight
     as it dances upon 
the water
   a sea - bird wings
its way 
    Over 
     the 
   rolling waves
Our small boat
   will only keep
us afloat 
     for a short time
Let us 
   learn
  the secrets of
  the deep
before we are finally 
engulfed

Part 2 

Do not ask 
     what you must 
    see in the 
deep waters of the world
   Poseidon himself 
couldn't tell you
   what is the newest and the best
in our world
as it slips down 
   into the waters
On the shore.....

 Part 3

.....a small bird hops along 
on the sand
     let's face up to the changes
Let us catch fish 
    before they swim 
out of reach
  on our small island
we will have a veritable feast
If you want to understand
    then don't weep or
laugh
   Rather, breathe 
deeply of the salt air
leek up at the heavens find an auspicious day
     Set forth for parts unknown


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Turkey Duck And Junior

            Turkey Duck And Junior

Some days like Sundays, turkeys are not too smart
They don’t go to church or drive cars or sing opera
One Sunday a turkey mated with a duck
The duck became confused for some odd reason
In its own language and vernacular it stated
Get off of me you simple; something that rhymed with duck
The turkey did not comply
It did continue in its sinful mission without permission
Later on an egg popped out of one of them
Neither one owned up
The shell cracked open suddenly and then
It did not quack.  It did not gobble
After looking in a mirror the thing stated succinctly
Please return me to my shell immediately
I promise not to tell what you idiots have done to me
The turkey spun in circles counter clockwise
The duck swam backwards in the pond
Neither one responded responsibly 
Junior found a shot gun and some shells
It shouted, I don’t know who you bird brains are
But if you are mom and dad you better marry
Or learn how to turkey up or duck   
I know how to use this weaponry
To solve matters of illegitimacy 


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BRID NEST

they fly high
spread there wing
but of all things
some need to rest
to set
theY build a
BRID NEST


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BRIDS IN THE SKY

its a weather change
theyer away until spring
as the pass by
I say hi
as the fly high
BRIDS IN THE SKY


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BABY YOU HAVE IT ALL

 you are  the best
i seen yet
your tall
strong as a wall
prittey as a water fall
eyes roll like a ball
BABY YOU HAVE IT ALL


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Historical Flight's

wing's spread for morning flight
catching the wind at first dawns light
wings take me high , so high i might
see the place to end my flight

soaring above forest grandure green
scenes of mountains and glorious streams
only birds can see these things
for the eye's they were given 
were made to be keen

like a bird leaving Noah's Ark
searching for land just a small part
and perhaps a little something to take 
back to the Ark

 of long gone ancestors i dream
 like all birds, i dream

i dream of a bird sitting in a tree
i dream that that bird is waiting just for me
when i land she will not flee
she will have something just for me

there it is the tree
with one lone dove waiting just for me

i'll ascend , like the spirit 
of my ancestor before me
that landed upon the Messiah, gently
and rest with her i will not leave
from now on to her i'll cleave


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BRIDS OF SPRING

if its cold
am told
brids love warm
weather
don't not there forever
theyer what god brings
call
BRIDS OF SPRING


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BRIDS AND PLANES

as they fly high
in the sky
and spread there wing
its a sad thing
its a crash and bash
than flames
BRIDS AND PLANES


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THIS LONE BIRD

 

This lone bird
flying alone,
in grey overcast,
seems so absurd

Dipping and swooping,
crazy circles,it makes
Such joy ,hard to fake,
inner whooping

For there is no season,
when to fly,
no reason,
not to try

Lone bird,
so high,
I wonder why?

Wings of grey,
match the cloud
Shades of grey at play,
mood unbowed

There is joy in flight,
instinctively right.
Bird on the wing,
is better than ground
for its heart does sing
Hear it's sound
all around

This heaving mass of air,
nature's invisible stair
The will to try
The will to fly

Lone bird,
is not absurd
Solo flight,
it's chief delight

Away from the crowd,
the cackles far too loud.
Must concentrate,
on invisible stair,
to climb to the cloud

It is fate,
for lone bird to meet,
high up on nature's seat
Leisurely pace,
murmur of wind on face

Billowy clouds,
away from the crowds.
Far in to the grey,
lone bird at play




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Roadside Reminiscence

The sun was shinning and no cloud cover
was in view. Few cars this early traversed
the road making my ride decidedly
safer and serene. I couldn't contrive
in my mind a more beautiful Sunday.
I was consciously consumed, contented.
When suddenly I spotted something steel-
gray not far ahead of me. At first I 
thought that it was the usual soft-shoulder
debris. The closer I came it became
clear to me what it was: a dead gray bird.
I braked my bike, dismounted and approached
it. I stooped and lifted the lifeless thing.
Still warm to the touch, that it could have died
a moment ago. Suddenly saddened
by this find a feeling of guilt arose
within me. Not knowing the nuances,
with bird in hand I began to bemoan
a rush of muted memories flooding
my senses. I stood there alone, alive
knowing somewhere, someone or some thing soon
would suffer the same funereal fate.
Guilty because I live to love this day
sans mother, father, brother and sister.
A cumulus cloud snuck across the sun
further darkening my melancholy.
I grudgingly gazed down at my fleshy
bier, still cradling the feathery corpse.
The cloud continued it's eternal course
across the sunlit sky showering me
with prodigious, radiant rays once more.
I knelt and scooped a shallow roadside grave
and placed the little lifeless bird inside
while elegiac verses passed my lips.
As the last of the moistened earth covered
the unmarked grave I gave thanks to my God
for this solemn Sunday reminiscence.
I hopped back on my bike and sped away
with the profoundest feeling of His Love.


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JOY

JOY 

I have found more than one of them. 
I do not care for pigeons. 
They are not doves. 
I leave them where they fall. 
I pick up every dove I find. 
I do not hear them call. 
I do not leave them where they lay. 
I do not bury them. 
I pick them up and I place them all. 
I do not think it sin. 
There is no weight left in a bird. 
(just litenessness my friend) 
That has no life within it. 
A bird without meat in it, 
{"ewe knoe",Whiteflower;again--:D 
A bird is just [a thing]a spirit given form, 
a small part of GOD. 
Parme--saw the sparrow fall.