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Bird Brother Poems | Bird Poems About Brother

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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 | Rhyme | |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...


Details | Blank verse | |

Sketches 14

The young boy was pale, 
He walked slowly in the alley 
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can. 
He was in business,for him it was. 

On his innocent face, 
In a modern world,who really forgotten 
Kids like him was also human too.His eyes 
Pasted on a piece of bread on the dirty pavement. 
On his side was tall buildings,on the other was a busy EDSA. 

A dove whose feather blacken by the third world metropolis, 
Peeped down from the lamp post, 
Measuring the distance of the bread on the ground 
Look at the child,inclining its head side ward, 
Then,their eyes meet,resting on each other stare 
Like eternity, 
And it flew toward the blinding sun. 

The boy saw a man approached, 
Polished shoes landed on his lunch 
The gold Rolex,tailored clothes,big ring, 
A heavy necklace hung loosely on beefy neck. 
Surprised on a sudden hand that raised on his way, 
"Move out!" bellowed angrily,then scurried quickly on a green traffic
 light. "Fool..."the boy sighed. 

Business is business,he thought,as he reached out the crushed bread 
Uttered a little prayer,ate it religiously with tears on his eyes. 
Every bite he remembered his little brother he left this morning
on their cartoon box house 
At Smokey Mountain outside Manila,its smoke ascend forever 
Till the end of time,because of the corrupt lordship in kings palace
His little brother burned at stake alive waiting for his pancit. 
His father was an inmate at Bilibid prison selda katorse (14)
His mother was a girl  in the street. 

Then an old woman came out at the Binondo Church. 
Walked briskly as the wind swept the dusk on summer days. 
Stopped,a discolored dirt hand spread for an alms. 
Irritated,she rummaged her purse,and gently place the one peso 
on the boys hand,made sure to slow her movement,maybe the rest 
Were looking at her, she raised her brow and smile
"Of course.", she said sweetly
Father hope will see this act she thought that
Might mention her name in homily,Mrs. Cerbo was kind to the poor. 
He spit the coin and swipe it on his dirty torn shirt 
And say..."God Blessed Maddame." 

Then he ran at the little Sari-sari store
Brought a piece of bread,break it into halves 
He hid his share on his  pocket 
Then tossed the half on the side walk
When the boy had gone, blue wing landed 
Ate with pride and thinking, "stupid boy..stupid boy..".