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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 | |

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 | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Nonet | |

Tiny Hands Of Love





                                    On tiny hands of innocence sweet
                                    A baby bird sits perched to eat
                                    While tiny hands remain still
                                    The scene is so surreal
                                    Baby bird flies home 
                                    Taking prints of
                                    Tiny hands
                                    Big love
                                    Shown


Details | Pastoral | |

Forgotten?

I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man 

as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his 

life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun 

rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as 

she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim 

of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs 

because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross 

the street...every time he would think of it, he would 

grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who 

had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all 

these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder 

how I could still believe that there is a God that cares? 

I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell 

from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest 

and that man on the corner was still alive and he could 

walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the 

mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop 

violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could 

still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not 

suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to 

have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building 

them up, for each one them that had something taken from 

them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except 

for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not 

forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.


Details | Quatrain | |

Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


Details | Free verse | |

Three Carol Brown

Carol Brown
Today you are crown
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
 And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
If your shoe color is brown
Don’t give a damn
Carol Brown
Don’t give a damn
If your shoe color is brown
And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Today you are crown
Carol Brown

N.B. Read this poem non-stop and enjoy it.  Dedicated to Carol Brown, I feel she is a rare gem Poetic and passionate. What shape is the poem?


Details | Ballad | |

CLOUD WINGS

I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by


Details | Free verse | |

Bear

Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group


Details | Free verse | |

Sage ( My Baby Bird )

My baby bird plaid and yellow
cherry pie and face aglow

magic pumpkin dreams of summer
chilly nights tucked warm for slumber

falling fast fast asleep
twenty-nine pure white sheep

twenty-nine pure white sheep
falling fast fast asleep

my baby bird plaid and yellow
cherry pie and face aglow


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Details | Free verse | |

Happiness

Happiness lies in the simple things -

hearing birdsong when one awakens 
in the early morning
observing the morning sun
creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky


Details | Quatrain | |

Protecting the Helpless

Three years running, she came
and diligently built her nest,
sheltered from the wind and rain
in a spot she thought was best .

Yet there's one regrettable flaw.
Placed four feet from our door,
built of mud, fluff and straw -
this year, the same as before.

Does expectant mother not know
she's gambling with babies' lives?
Two eager cats live just below,
watching with greedy, shining eyes.

For most of earth's innocent few,
danger lurks on every hand,
unless there is someone who
takes a clear, protective stand.

The cats are quarantined inside
till baby birds fly on their own.
When that day finally arrives,
another cycle - here and gone.


Details | Free verse | |

Hungry Thief

For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
 
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles 
toward distant woods, and watched 
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.

Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye, 
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest, 
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.



Details | Free verse | |

Sand in My Shoes

.
.
We walk passed the
wetland wash
in the sanctuary of birds
onto the beach.
.
We see the osprey mother
in her nest of branches
on top of famous
Target Rock;
.
and out in the sound,
the head of a black monster 
flickers back and forth 
below the moving surface.


Details | Haiku | |

Pint Size Haiku

     Pint Size Haiku

Cast baby finch, flight

Against shoots, green bamboo, shade

Water, measures cold


Details | Haiku | |

Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride


Details | I do not know? | |

Grabbing It's Serpent By, His Tale

Into the abyss dust from lambent's heel....
Jelly goo betwixt his pew; amid toe tapping time
Holding tight her branch a farewll address he pleads
Tears flowing down touched their crowd; dae's bondman weeps
While Impetigo adjust fate's twined horns this cloth she kept love's red rose
Black cloaks white hoods pill'box pilgrims of ancient old dissipate presenting mastiff's
Statuette baby Bael hands reaching towards one another embraced and don't go papa: fade to gray.


Details | I do not know? | |

More time

  A young yet beautiful little bird to set free.
  Motionless among the others but integrgated by the height of the tree.  
  The leaves set falling,the colors of the world.
  The liscences yet not own,for the heart of this baby girl.
  The ground yet settles beneath the plants so to speak.
  The hightest level of elevation for this bird thats to weak.
  The consumers of the family,yet know not to tell.
  That the baby bird is not ready ,to come out of her shell.
  The eyes of  anticipation ,though wonders above the others.
  A little more time for the baby bird to fly away from her mother.
  Afraid to see the sun set,alone so the baby bird does not set free.
  The breath of this baby bird is the true heart of me.