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Details | Sonnet | |

I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet


I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

Looking at a buterfly

Looking At A Butterfly

I was looking at a butterfly
And I saw God instead.
It stretched it’s lovely brindle wings
And stopped the mind quite dead.
For mirrored in its sanctity
There was a sacred power
That penetrated all of me
Till I became a flower.

I looked into the depth of it
That white hibiscus flower.
As I stood there for a moment
And I stood there for an hour.
And God was looking back at me
As its stamen stood right out
And the power filled me to the brim
And took away all doubt.

I heard a Wagtail whistling there
In a thick and luscious tree.
As day just melted into song
I heard eternity.
The song then melted in my heart
And the Wagtail disappeared 
And everything that was, was me
And the light destroyed my fears.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

Raise your head

Raise your head

Raise your head up to the sky
And praise the power above
Give her all you have, my friends
For she gives you such love
She gave you all you see before you
She gave you ears to hear
The silence of a brand new morn
The bird song sweet and clear

Raise your head, pray to the power
No bargaining with her
Thank her with sincerity
That she your heart does stir
With all the beauty that you see
All around you on this morn
Thank her for the wonder of
This morning just been born.

Raise you head, and close your eyes
And let her grace come to you
Do this every single day
It’s the best thing you can do
For you have everything you need
To fill your heart with joy
For all the love she gives to you
There’s naught can this destroy.

23 July 2014 @ 1440hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Etheree | |

I write spiritual



I write Spiritual

I really love to write words spiritual
Of sweet nature, and the song of joy
Lay mystery at reader’s feet
Lots of rhythm I employ
I write of birds, and trees
Always write with ease
And lovely style
To make those
Who read
Smile
Love
And read
My sweet words
About the trees
The sweet mystery
All the lovely flowers
And all the magic power
That always mesmerises me
Makes my mind go to our holy God
Whose sacred path it really must be trod

25 September 2014.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Thank you God for bird eggs

When love lies in a crypt unnamed
And it's fire lives on lips untamed
And the wild fury wakes from it's sleep
to find the who or what it seeks
With thirst and hunger of the starving
Armed with strength men find alarming
and the valor of a silent knight
Antisipating whatever unknown fight
built for battle and not for flight
Searching both the days and nights
for the thing that illudes the sight
Made of love and things measured
identified by hopes and things treasured
Found only by the eyes of the soul
to satisfy an insatiable goal
Where only grace can intercede
and the lonely has met its chosen seed
To give to it's own special need
That one of which the dreamer dreamt
That angel for whom the eyes have wept
The secrets that one's heart has kept
All fulfilled to the deepest depth
To the place where inspiration ferried
and to the person imagination carried
All wrapped in things called thought
Inescapable this thing where it's caught
My heaven, where my paradise is you
My perfect, is everything you do
My soul has found its rest
with love, that turned my crypt into a nest
With you, my soul has been blessed
with peace, and this is happiness.

Copyright © john loving iii

Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.

Copyright © Kim Bond

Details | Free verse | |

Look

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.




Copyright © Marni Robinson

Details | Free verse | |

Thank You God

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

Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.

Copyright © Mac McGovern

Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html

Copyright © Brian Otoole

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My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
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 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
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

Copyright © Brian Otoole

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Silent Lamb

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.

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Copyright © ness tillson

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.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor

Details | Villanelle | |

The Time Store

I want to go to the time store and buy more
Another year another day to
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for. 

We could sit on the beach and watch the shore 
Go to a still lake and fish from a canoe
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

I want to keep every promise to you I ever swore
Bake fresh bread with you to dip in cheese fondue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Let's tell our kids all of your family lore 
Adopt new kittens and listen to their mew
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

Let's paint a rainbow using every color
Mix and invent new ones with a unique hue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

With bent knees, we'll pray on the floor
Praise God for little things like morning dew
I want to go to the time store and buy more
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Copyright © Kim Bond

Details | Verse | |

Dreamer: The Wood Nymph

~~Dreamer The Wood Nymph~~ Dreamer the wood nymph, with a jealous heart looked on She wanted to trap Zeus the God and keep him for her own Immortal life her children would receive if a God she mated Although she may never age - for immortal children she felt she was fated. Zeus was her God, her man, even though Hera was his wife It cut her small nubile heart in two, the pain twisted as a knife She must practice her weaving art to catch and hold him tight, She dreamed of immortal children through days and into night. She flitted through the woods, in naked and splendorous beauty She tried all the tricks she knew right down to shaking her booty. Watching the birds making their nests she hatched a plan to snare To practise her weaving spells she began, for in weaving she had a flare. The little Ploaceidae or the small perching bird was the one she did choose She would practise her skills by making him weave, that’s whom she would use. A gregarious little bird, she taught him what to do With long grass and fibres he twisted and wove his nest anew. The first time it fell apart - but Dreamer the wood nymph practised with him now She needed it strong if Zeus she was to keep - it must stick to its bough The weaver bird learnt and wove a magic nest, so proudly he showed it off It held out the sun and rain and stuck tight - to the weaver birds our hats we doff. Then to show it off he invited, the females in to come and admire When one did like the design she moved in, and gave him his desire. Dreamer our little nymph that wanted to mate a God Decided to weave her house and invite him in, she didn’t think it odd. Her nubile naked form, she danced in the entrance grand Zeus spotted her and left the sky, she lead him by the hand They loved in the wood nymphs nest that she had learnt to spin so well Her child was born immortal but Dreamer the nymph began to tell. Zeus was angry at her tales and his wife was not amused He turned wood nymph Dreamer into a bird - now her skills to use. Her children now immortal, weaving through the continents Their little nests so competent because their skills were heaven sent.
For Tracie~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest: Dreamer the wood nymph who dreamed of imortal children but had to mate with a God to get them, her dream came true when he turned her into a Weaver Bird weaving their amazing nests forever. (not recognised mythology)

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballade | |

The gods are going crazy

The gods are going crazy

The gods are going crazy
Who in the skies abide
Things are crashing all around
On the wind wild branches ride
Wind howling oh, so frantically
Like demons in the dark
The skies are grey, but turning black
The whole world seems so stark

The rain is beating like a drum
On the metal roof of ours
The lightning flashes fork the sky
These gods they have such power
As thunder booms like big bass drums
And the dog knocks on the door
All frightened shaking like a leaf
He fears the thunders roar.

The parrots feeding on the lawn
Have fled into the trees
There’s devastation all around
It’s not some summer breeze
Its might is like the gods are mad
And want to kill us all
And yet when seen through our front window
It’s kind of wonderful

7 July 2014 @ 1430hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballade | |

I do believe in God

I do believe in God

It is believed by many folk
That me, I don’t believe
In God, but that’s not really true
I will not they deceive
It’s true I don’t believe at all
All those dusty sacred books
But I know there is a god
She’s everywhere I look.

I see a tree, a bird, a flower
A river, or the sea
I feel the breeze against my skin
I feel the mystery
Of all the sweetness that is life
And I don’t believe, ‘I KNOW’
For when the din is gone from me
I feel her very flow.

I see my god as feminine
Not masculine at all
For love, true love it comes from they
So very beautiful
Who love there daughters, and there sons
As only females can
And so I’ll call my god a ‘she’
God cannot be a man.

2 July 2014 @ 1220hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Narrative | |

Bird Man : a Christmas story Part one

They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and will be,
The Person of the Son, Mirror, Word of the Father, and always will be.
The Person of the Spirit, the Sigh of Love between the Two .
These are the Persons of One God who are Three.

There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him; in a world set to deceive.
He believed in a God perhaps but not that Christ was His Son,
he saw God in Nature; of Christ’s church he would have none.
his family believed and that was alright with him.
he stayed home to watch nature: That was no sin.

Before all we know that was, there was Love,
So Pure a Love that we as mere humans cannot know,
Such palpable Joy and abundant Life They wished to share.
in Each Other They knew as God what They would do.
and it came to be. A Divine opportunity for you and me.
to share in that Wholesomeness of Life and Love.
to be created in His Image with intellect and will.

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

It's On My Mind

I opened my mind
Listening with my wounded heart
Again , I see the skies
Called heavenly
They amaze me
Hypnotizing my brain
Creating a serenity
Their beauty in my eyes
My eyes deep set with reality
Bruised with my soul
The hues are brilliance
This morning they become me
I missed the sunrise today
However I am blessed
Blue skies beauteous
On my mind
The sunshine on my face
On this new born day
I am silently listening
I missed the birds today
Singing to me
They usually chirp
God's beauty in my heart
The sky a work of art
I am still amazed
I then appreciate
Listening each morn
I love the new day born
It has opportunity
Optimistically
I challenge it
Today thus I see it fit
I'll listen too
To the muse
At eve when into the night
I'll watch the evening twilight
Listening too with the wounded heart
They will twinkle
Again this beauteous sight
Will be on my mind
With footsteps
They too amaze me
I share this with you
Day by day
God , I am with 
Each day anew........

Copyright © stacey law

Details | Personification | |

Gods Perfect Plan

Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly

Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did

I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so

God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea

But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man

Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone

Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make

God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him

But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past

now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him

























Copyright © Oma Bennett

Details | Rhyme | |

Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Free verse | |

Ignorantly intelligent

Burrowed in a nest, built by their mother
A peaceful brood, snuggled up with each other
Show no concern about their next meal
They know she'll return, their bellies she'll fill
Living for the moment, for this moment is their life
Rain will replenish.  Tasty worms, a rife
Surely tomorrow will bring dawn and then dusk
What is yet to come, with God they entrust
If tomorrow comes and the sun doesn't show
Then they will deal because then they will know
As for now they rest peacefully, no reason to rush
Breathe in the fresh air and mid morning hush
How intelligent these creatures, thought lesser than man
Instincts to survive without having a plan

Copyright © Anna Hopper

Details | Free verse | |

Blessings

~Blessings~ (Free Verse) This morning I took a walk Outside was so very warm Nice would be the word to use With the sun in all its form Around me, the air so fresh Everything looked so good I just savored my cup of tea And thanked God, yes, I did For everything He does For the birds everyday I hear And for the butterflies I see fly This fine morning, so very clear I thank God, for all his Love And all his bleesings, from above. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 April.24.2015
~ In God I Trust! ~

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

Details | Acrostic | |

The Final God

The last survivor of the human race
Depicting General
Master and genius
Night time
Food alert
Dangerous flying
Nightly heavens
Packed ditch
Troy surrenders
Zeus is more
Gandhi falls
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
General heat
To fly
For five hundred parts

Copyright © Moses Samandar

Details | Verse | |

Communicating the Bird

How many poetry books = 1 Nissan Pathfinder exhaust system.
How many bluebirds? Money is how we thank people for what makes
      them special
How we express our love and gratitude.

Weight and moods, up and down, with weather and outcome of
      meetings.
I am so sick of humanity, people. Wouldn't I prefer chickadees?
Then I get home, that is the comfortable tree hole I've been longing for.

Aaron pitches and plays piano. Zach likes lacrosse and math.
The mound was soft, sand, with a hole big enough for an urn or to hide a
      plover
But Aaron pitched carefully anyway, slow strikes and the opposing team
      scored.

What would God's work be? Meaningless question. Today's schedule:
Write fund raising letters, conserve small farms. Local food, local jobs.
      Don't transport food coast to coast. Save fuel, less CO2.
In my opinion the dislocations resulting from climate change and global
      warming will be within man's adaptive capacity. On the other hand.
Also, green industry will open a vast employment market, a job for every
      grackle, crow.

The good life, unsustainable, we're poisoning our children although my
      children are not so poisoned. They're bald. Unusually bald. Good
      looking bald. Future of man bald. Happy bald.
Bald eagle. Nesting, mating near Karen Sheldon's, a conservationist,
      philanthropist, on the river, whose husband recently died. During
      romantic dinner on a second honeymoon in Paris, so I've heard.
That's Jake's spirit come home as an eagle, Karen said. Isn't that
      great, I said, and the she-eagle he's nesting with!
-I'm gonna kill that bitch.

Compare Captain Carpenter and In a Prominent Bar in Secaucus One
      Day. In each case the hero's (heroine's) body declining
Under life's duress. Anything located in Secaucus, NJ could not be
      considered prominent, could it?
In the end, clack clack takes all. Hard to end a poem better than that.
      Clack clack the crow's beak, upper and lower mandibles meeting.
      From hunger, or it just does. Crows clack clack to communicate.
Whitman's greatest poem is Out of the Cradle . . . also involving
      communicating birds, in what is initially an embarrassingly emotional
      display. All that italicized moaning and yearning. Get away.
Then, clack clack, he turns on you. Death lisping, straight into your eyes.
      Suddenly you realize you should have taken him seriously, been
      paying attention.

In the meantime, traffic, corn, new exhaust system, ask for money, save
      farms, poor people, sun on garden, whole wide world, wars, stars.
I gave up long ago on a quiet world. Now going deaf. Then it will be
      quiet, too quiet.
No more birding by ear. "No more fucking." I mean really . . . I was
      moved as anyone by Hall's honest poem about Jane dying and I
      guess fucking can be music to someone's melody, stand for living,
      but not me.
No more birding would have had more meaning. I'd rather bird than
      fuck. No more fucking, no more worry, no more war.

Which is why I'm gonna kill that bitch is so funny, such a life-affirming
      comeback.
At first I worried Karen really believed the eagle is her husband. Maybe
      she does,
But that punch line makes her the kind of woman I want to know.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow

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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.

Copyright © Omesha Curry

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Only God knows

How many flowers
bloom 
and how many fall
down everyday
Nobody knows….

Even Though flowers
bloom
and birds sing in
the garden everyday
Even though spring
comes every year
Bees dance in the
garden
and butterflies
fly….

How much water falls
in the sea
everyday from the
rivers
How much air flows
into a storm….

How much love and
hate
arise everyday in
our minds
How many lives and
deaths
occur everyday,
every hour, every
moment
Only God knows…..

Copyright © Mohammad Abedin