I find myself whispering
On my bird feeders small winter bird are eating
They enjoy present meal in peace
So beautiful they are
Their chest in yellow, orange and green
Tiny, tiny feet and hungry stomach
They do not think about Christmas rush
A little song of the wind crossing the plains
I just spend some time in silence listening
to a song from my small angels
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen
Kashmir is the heaven as they say
And from years i have been watching deaths at the bay.
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
My words are not enough to bring up the sun as,
I have been living like in hell
Rest in peace -- and i believe one-day they ALL will FELL.--.
Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID
Forever Lost, Lover and Friend
She felt the greatest weight of lost time,
that feeling when shadows creep all about.
Echoes drifted by, in tune and in rhyme
dark and draped around a loud agonizing shout!
No second chance to ever find her lost love,
her brave seaman feared now lost at sea.
Bright sun and pretty clouds resting above,
yet no beauty could ever reunite she and he!
Morning mists promised her ever so much,
there was again, love in many future dreams
However, nothing could ever replace his touch
his words flowed again like mountain streams!
Lone gull flew just within sight so far overhead.
She imagined, sign that her lover was truly dead!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015
Note- A sad sonnet for a change. Only death is worse
than a lost love. A love one imagines to be the greatest
to have ever existed!
Copyright © Robert Lindley
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.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud
Copyright © Orlin Collier
You're a little angel
whom always brings a warm smile
When sunshine flowers with a radiant glowing beam
carnations blossom fluttering petals kiss full of joy
happiness a rose crowning every single word
dances to your sweet melody
To hear your silent heartbeat within whispers echo
one blessing born filled with life flies grace shines
forever and always feels the warmth grow
Inside one's self a presence carried by you
on the sweetest soft gentle breeze
When the birds softly sing in the meadows
lifting lashes mirror reflections calming waters
Faith still holds inside beautiful paradise
our eternity embraced upon golden sands
within destiny's dream touched by your feathers
it's your heart and soul that has wings
Copyright © liam mcdaid
A yellow song about autumn
Leaves falling slowly
May nature embrace me gently
Birds mixing tunes
Of such ecstatic sound
Rising a sweet melody
Creeds and song carried with the wind
in the highest tempo
Kissing one heart priceless gold
Crossing bridges and mountain majesty of the world
Rustling softly breathless whispers treasure
Most quiet need, by autumn sun and candlelight
Like sweet thoughts in a dream
Dazzling of wonder as magical charms
floating flutters gently on a breeze
Delightful day it is for all who dwell
delicately blown upon warm sunlight rays
The sumptuous yearning of summer that left
Breathtaking feeling dance circles around
Viewing elements and seasons as they change
Deeply touches embracing beauty inside
Into the dawn's early and tender caresses
You stand in front of the sun
morning dewdrops upon your vision
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 16.10.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © liam mcdaid
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
Copyright © brittney lopez
Our caged bird will sing no more
Though her songs will live on forever
Angel wings she now adorns
With our tears upon each feather
The freedom she sought
The love that she taught
The words that she strung together
Are treasures to keep
While in sorrow we weep
For a world that will never forget her
From the bodily cage
Her soul now flies free
And ascends to the heavens on high
The songs that she sung
She sang for everyone
With a dream that will never die
I will miss our sweet bird
But will remember her words
That she sang from inside the cage
As we hear them repeat
In verses sown sweet
When she was the star of the stage
Copyright © Joe Flach
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.
Copyright © Bj Fard
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson
Upon the highest branch, glistened with dew,
Of the strongest oak in a forest, dense,
There rests a songbird of divine essence,
With a song as soothing, found far and few.
Beneath her tough wing, hidden warm and close,
A little fledgling rests his weary beak;
Bruised from his flying, too close to the peak,
But sheltered by she who does love him most.
And that little fledgling, high in the trees,
So sweetly guarded close by his true nurse,
May seek a small feed from her beak or purse,
But furthest too fly, he is last to leave.
Though he burned and tarnished his silken wings,
From ambitions flown to close to the sun,
Across the world's oceans that bird would come,
With the loving song his mother bird sings.
Copyright © Darren Mallett
After the storm gale force red a calm light filled baby blue sky
whistling birds singing a choir of divine beauty fills the air
deeply warm touching without profit costing nothing
fills inside with strength casting dark shadows out always remains
enveloped within prayer death love one's power inside weakness pure
White sparsely scattered mother of pearl clouds cap Snow mountain
sweeping over Amazing grace dreams casting magic spells spring
Coming down the High plain gazing towards Trawbegga bay
Tides enchanting a dark shade of blue distant thoughts brew
without cost profits nothing spirit of kindness overwhelming true beams
A cool spring breeze dusting the brow speaks
silently warm finger rays paint a beautiful garden Eden
Bells tolling calling the flock to worship kneeling humble
Spirit of freedom cries in the town of the Sunday cross
blessed I am oh Lord in this amazing view honored by your deep presence
Copyright © liam mcdaid
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.
Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.
Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass
Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws
Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.
Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.
Copyright © Avery Swarthout
Robins fly towards the heavens
Williams he died
From earths torments and grays
Hanging in the balance
Was a tortured mind of kindness
Now he sleeps with angels
They have stopped to sing
For it seems there is laughter now
In the heavens
Laughing tears fall to earth
To wash away the pain
Of those left behind
I long to see robins fly
Up in the heavens above
Soon wishes to come true
Fly fly away
Copyright © arthur vaso
Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes,
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.
Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…
Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.
Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,
remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water
ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk
that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa
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
Kanpur India 30th April 2010
* Neelkanth. Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street
Copyright © Smail Poems
I step up
the open door awaits
sights appear in front
canvassed blue is what I see..
Into it .. I jump..
into the unknown
at blistering speeds
Where I wake up..
and spread my arms,
with sturdy legs
as my quest begins
and I am full of wonder..
for the moment comes,
the clock ticks,
and like a bird,
I begin to fly.
Copyright © James Dooney
The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
more of my poems at :
Copyright © ness tillson
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
Copyright © Smail Poems
Called to you from down here
Had to hear your voice
Thanked you for the love you gave
Loved you for your choice
One sleepless night
Drawn to the stars
Fiery flight of glory
Red beauty of mars
Delicate and eased
Character so bright
We were very pleased
On one sleepless night
Passion in approach
You presence all so near
You swooped down from the star lit sky
And flew away with my fear
Copyright © Jamie Spence
A slow-creeping mollusk
Belonging to family
Differing from slugs
Copyright © Smail Poems
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
(Earlier Titled "I Thought That She Was Just Another Super
Lily White) [P.S., PAST TENANT 'ROOMATES' and NON-FRIENDS...
HAVE BROKEN INTO AND STOLEN MY SONG-LYRICS...AND POSTED
AS 'THEIR' INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES!]
[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 11]
[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 7]
I......SAID......THANK YOU! OKAY? THANK YOU!!! [VERY POWERFUL EMPHASIS]
WHY............DID YOU............SEE SOMETHING?
BUT...............I.........THOUGHT.........THAT YOU WERE JUST.........PERRY WHITE'S
WHY.........DID YOU SEE SOMETHING?
I............I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR...
I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING...
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...TO ME!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY..........TO THE STARS!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY...AND DANCE......AND-HOP-SKIP-SNAD-DANCE...
A.........ROYAL SUPER NEVER EVER DIES!
Copyright © Thomas Hsi
To be there tonight where light meets your eyes and hold you through your fears seeing through visions your wrongs being turned right. If the door closed so strongly then let it open the same. Peering out at destiny this time does not have to be the same. You have seen on the feathers that there is a your reason why to pull back the curtain and reach for my light. You hold the key of life with quivering hand hiding behind wonder women's mask and shield struggling each day to stand but its kind hands here to help you get real. You do not have to earn this flight. I have been waiting and watching to offer you this rest inside. Your my jewel the emperor says as you are broken with fear there is no lovelier in the land. I see past your shadows i see past your walls there is no need to measure up princess you have always belonged. What of strength though she says there is a war to fight? In lovers arms is your rest and like a angel to this victory in these arms you will rise.
Copyright © Steve Hanson
You got a part
I got my broken heart
Live and let them walk
Build a bridge and break that wall
Look up at the sky,, without any pillar it never fall
Wake up and stand tall
This world is not your garden not my farm
Let us be all one
Walk and talk
Live and love
As fela did
Like him lets [pass the truth by heart
Let’s stand fair and near
Fela is not just my fantasy or a new word just learned
It’s what I got to learn about standing for your right
For your belief
For your people
I wonder,, oh god how can the world let Fela go..!!
And I just loved listening that from FELLA …, BLACK AFRICAN PRESIDENT___PANSA PANSA…YOU WILL HEAR MORE ABOUT MY VISION...
KNOW MORE ABOUT MY PASSION
& PLEASE JUST REMIND MY VOVAGE OF WORDS IS NOT JUST A FASHION
IT’S JUST A SPIRITUAL GAME
THE UNDERGROUND SPIRITUALITY,, as fella calls it COZ THOSE ON THE ROOF OR TOP OF IT NEVER EVER ACCEPTS our or your SPIRITUALITY
IT’S JUST YOU
WHO HAVE TO WALK FOR THIS,,
TALK OF THIS
MAKE THIS A VERB AND WORD AND USE IT LIKE A SWORD
Fela …oh fela
I just pray
And wish all from now
Will put something like you
Or I will get in some boots of you..
It will be all loving to live with strength, truth and die instead for justice and equality
And from a distant land where the bullets and ballads are the same
I ran from the lanes to a city like jungle
Where all I saw was even more heartbreaking
Here people die and they are walked over
Here they see ones cloth and color
I wonder about whatever they talk..
The democracy, the freedom to speech
It’s just an art to restrict the true get on wall
Let’s just get over hate and walk on our own fate
Being here and listening to …it makes me think and sing
..lalaaa..laaalaa..laaaa..laa..laaa.laaa.laaaa..hey you stop wasting your time
Live like fela…and say to them who talk of things so large and loud\be like fela..
Love like he loved life
From a street to valley let the message be all one,,,
Love for all
Hate for none
#every day I walk in frost and I meet a few who give some new thought
And just become a good part
Some walk away
And some lie always deep here in our heart
#4myfriend frm Afrika
__-----?>>walter Idi @krbburningsoulz
Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID
The last survivor of the human race
Master and genius
Zeus is more
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
For five hundred parts
Copyright © Moses Samandar
Who has seen the lost American
where has he been hiding?
I am the last American
there is no use in denying
who would listen to
a voice of nonsense
reason hidden in meaning
that evades even him
do not pay me any attention
what I do is not a sin
what they call sin
I call freedom
a lost angel known by many names
Lucy, Judas, or fallen angel
when you find him, careful
for he known to be insane
maybe I am not to blame
my actions are of free design
where they come from,
I can never find
that source of course
is lost forever
the lost Americans
are at last, together
Copyright © Bj Fard