Commitment is the life of doves; they never stray apart.
Unlike humans, their oneness has meaning enough to bind them.
Forever till death, they mate; accomplishing more than humans.
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.
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.
(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.
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?
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
Could a scythe cut a slice
from a sycamore tree?
If a bird had no feathers
what bird would it be?
If a square had three corners
would it still be a square?
Will your curls always swirl
if you tug at your hair?
My curls will always swirl
For questions make them so
You will question me ‘why’
when my answer is ‘no’.
If I answer you ‘yes’
You will question with ‘how’
If a tree could grow knowledge
I'd reach for a bough.
I talked to trees about you.
I told them “don’t they importunate.”
“I texted you already”
I miss you every day.
Will tell you I need to do something
Once upon a time in a faraway mountain
Speaking in a language
Only the wind and lost people understood
A group of trees stood
I told them “I usually talk to someone every day”.
It’s a big change to be in this mountain
And they the trees said
“So why don’t you talk to him everyday”
I told him “he is far”.
And the trees said “but you are still far”
I told tree “yes it’s both the same being far”
But here in this mountain I am not free
So this is a big change for me
So the trees said
“You can still talk to him”
“We will bring your thoughts”
“And let it cross to oceans”
“Until your memory matches”
But I said if I keep thinking I might suffer
And I might run to cross the ocean myself
And the trees said “when we too feel this we pray to our maker”
“Because trees practice patience too”
I told them that I know that, but I thank them for reminding me.
I also told them “that because we talked everyday for a long time.”
I can be patient not to talk to him for a long time because God gave me that as a gift in advance.
So patience is just a small payment for this silence.
So I am calm already.
I told them “he loves trees too”
And he used to climb mountains when he was younger.
So they like you too
I also told them that you got your back pain from trotting the hills
So they told me “when you come back home talk to him about us”
They said “tell him we kept you company”
“And we tried not to let our twigs and branches fall on your hut when the wind is strong”
I also told them that you have lectures about trees.
And they drooled over it.
One tree said “oh he seems to be a good guy”
I told them you are pretty too.
There are many trees there.
Some of them have holes in the middle.
Wounds made from fighting between the military and the freedom fighters
But they stand still oblivious to their surrounding and their predicament
They are as tall as three to four storey buildings.
And they are thick while some have hollow centers
Ah trees have seen so many things
I hope they didn’t get tired of my staring
With my niqab they can see my eyes so tired
I have to sleep.
We will talk again tomorrow
The durian there is creamy
Gift of Allah to those who can’t go home.
In the month of Ramadan
I sleep and tomorrow we talked.
23 April 2014
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
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
I heard my little bird singing the breeze,
I heard her singing on a breath of air,
The air that slowly moves through forest trees,
The old, oak trees where initials declare,
Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze.
Old memories recalled again today,
Another day, another time, we knew,
I knew that bird song would echo my way,
The way a joyful song reminds of you,
The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay.
In memory of my little bird, Tash
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded
The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing
One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still
Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013
Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days
Emund is busy
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
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
that each has a
With his reputation,
there is no
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin.
Others move to the
side as he leaves
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
He matches her mood.
His movements are
as they twist and
twirl in their
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
With steps that are
light he glides to
he meets her, bows
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
It matters not
whether we all stay
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
to deliver these in
your own way.”
After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect,
so with care he
covers every one
He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure
as he, turns each
egg every three
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.
The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
This egg will be
food for his hungry
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
He’ll sit day and
night until the
He knows, that time
to be continued...
Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree
Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
of ravishing sunshine in late June
Graced by soft breeze to give a thrill
among the junipers on lakeside hill
I stop my journey into Nature's treat
to breathe in this melody so sweet
Well trodden path leads me on down
into a wilderness far, far from town
Birds fly and scared rabbits race away
as if I did not also come just to play
Hawk flying low gives me a great view
offering acrobatic stunts right on cue
Fish flopping in clear flowing stream
day so wonderful, feels like a dream
As the large blue lake comes into view
afternoon sun tells me time really flew
Now to rest under my favorite old tree
a bit of good food and a nap is key
Then back up the path to my sweet home
God, it is so great to thru Nature roam!
Robert J. Lindley
A Bird in the hand
From my childhood
I remember holding the sparrow so tight
It heart just beats so hard and so fast
I became more curious. As I look into
His small beady eyes;
I smile, he chirp and whines, begging for mercy
Against the odds, he bite deep into my thumb
It just wants to be free!
To navigate the world
I was startled by these words
Yay! Better let the bird in your hands go
Before he peck out your nose
That was the day
I said up, up and way little birdie.
I am so sorry!center
As I sleep, I dreamt sweet dreams
I heard sweet voices of birds in the forest
A romantic, soft murmuring of ants
They were singing
Many of them singing, out of love, like me
Indeed there are many of them in love,
The love in the forest,
I will sleep again
I hope to meet you with your eyes smiling
Let’s meet tonight, not in my dreams
But in my heart, as I am in love with you!
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
It burns and it stings.
More than drowning beneath
More than remaining in a
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why?
It burned and it stung.
The markings remained,
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little
known loathing were the known
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the
child that cried
Never was their relief for the
child that tried
You were that lovely bird that
understood the complications of
Nothing looked the same in
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears
The others-they were yet to
Caring Mother, o' so fair
You were that beautiful bird
filled with care.
The others came and were not
alone. Their two suitors sat on
Rampage and rage why did you
I began to wither and wither
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a
The droops of the Lily of the
Valley became the slumping of
My lovely bird the enemy had
taken you and the person you
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its
intricate self and you became
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved
Your intense spirt vanished only
to supplement a monster.
Mother, Monster and your tar
How did I kill that liver that was
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you
My lovely bird and your big
I'll tell you once, but never
Pain is only a flower for it
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as
quickly as lice.
You dear bird hurt me well.
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest
You brought me up, then you
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you
down in your deep black
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights.
Little bird stuck in tree.
Little bird needs too see.
Little bird has no need to be stuck in that big ol tree.
Little bird doesn't think while he commands to flap his wings as he decides to take a stand he looks up and down but feels not to sound.
Little bird let's go as he starts to fall but isn't alone his dear ol mother is by his side watching every move he decides to try.
Still one more year to go because
you let things get to your head.
I know you’re trying to overcome this,
but this negativity I cannot bed.
And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Couldn’t put your head
Back together again
If roses are red
And violets are blue
Exactly how sweet is the
Sugar I gave to you?
Things are getting rough again.
Time is going by so slow and
I’m only receiving more sad news.
It seems you’re clipping your own wings.
Your freedom you have sold.
But if Adam and Eve were meant to be
Why do I feel like Eve and you the snake?
You have fed me your poison, which
I am no longer tempted to take
If that mocking bird don’t sing
Then I’ll know I can’t change a thing
Hush baby now don’t you cry
Everything should be alright
The days are dragging by, but it
seems there is no reason for this.
There is no support left to hold.
Not even when I think how much of you I love and miss.
And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Can never put my heart
Back together again
If roses are red
And violets are blue
Why has this sugar
Turned as bitter as you?
The day you are released from
these bars will never come.
You will always be trapped inside
for it seems now, two is lonelier than one.
But if Adam and Eve were meant to be,
With me Eve, why did you choose to be the snake?
You keep drinking the poison you find,
And the poison that you make
Not once have I heard that mocking bird sing
I know now what I did, didn’t change a thing
Hush now, don’t be so loud when you cry
Everything was supposed to be alright
Written May 29, 2009
She kissed me so sweet
I am light as air;
Where my two lips meet
She kissed me so sweet.
And the arms of Defeat?
Oh, I'll never be there!
She kissed me so sweet
I am light as air!
I sang through the night
And a bright bird flew;
By a lone lamplight
I sang through the night.
Though the whole storm's might
Tore the trees in two,
I sang through the night
And a bright bird flew.
I hear you calling.
I know you're here.
I feel your presence.
I feel your eyes on me.
You are my guidance.
You are my friend.
I love the power,
you use on me.
You're special in your own way.
I sense you coming every day.
You are my angel, you stay close.
I appreciate everything you done for me.
Your feathers are as black as coal.
Your eyes shines like diamonds.
Your call alerts me to come.
You are mine alone.
Hear me, take me under your wing.
I'm bound to you, through thick and thin.
Understand this relationship is different,
It still forms a bond by love.
I do not know?
My dear old cockatoo
You know that I love you.
You with your sulfur crest,
You by far are the best.
Your pure white, soft feathers
Tell me of endeavors
You braved the howling wind
And found your way across
The Pacific ocean.
Your bold and beady eyes
Tell me of your courage
Your role as a leader
Commanding entire flocks
To pass the resistance.
Your curved and beaky beak
Tells me of your troubles
With your friend cockatoos
But you got on with your life.
You conquered what seemed
And found your way here.
You've been with me for
The last fifty years.
My dear old cockatoo,
You know I love you.
Maybe a bird
traces its way across
A canvas of White
Stagnate and panning the landscape
it becomes enamored by
the amount of blank space left
From deep within,
a glow of Green,
blending with yellow and brown hues,
begins to wick its way
across the feathers of the Bird.
It glides close to the ground and encircles the bushes
the hues begin to passionately fill them in
turning twigs, lightly sketched, in to trees
blowing gently in the breeze
then glides up toward the breeze
sweeping back across the canvas
to wash its wings clean
Looking down, a feeling,
causes a glow, near its heart this time
filled with violets blues and just a bit of white
begins to wick in to its wings
it begins to flood across and down the rivers,
cascading over rocks gently placed
by a steady hand
Catching another breeze
it dips and turns towards the sky
allowing the shades of mixed blues to flow gently
on to the canvas
with each flap of its wings
shapely clouds fade in to strings over tree tops
giving a once clear sky
the bird begins to dance around the newly formed obstacles
slicing tiny details
giving movement for the flock to
Content with this the bird, the line,
or maybe a lost soul,
falls in to its place among the sun beams of a perfect day.
Soar high, little bird, soar high.
I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.