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- A Bird Sings Only When It Is Happy -

  



A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy

I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze 

Falling slowly like a ripe apple 
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven

Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep

It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return

My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream 





Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.04.2015 
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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- A Bird Sings Only When It Is Happy -

A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy

I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze 

Falling slowly like a ripe apple 
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven

Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep

It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return

My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream 





Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Beautious Hummingbird

Tiny
Trochilidae
Beauty.

Long beak,
Sucking nectar 
You seek.

Rare sight,
Humming softly
Delight.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.27.2014
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
2nd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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imagination

The day will come....
When I would touch the
Waves of the Air
I would fly with Birds
I would dance with Peacock
the day will come....


The day will come...
When i would swim with Ducks 
I would sing with cuckoos
Where nobody will be there
to pull a full stop.

Where i would really enjoy my life
Where I'll not have the fear of the cruel
who will tear
my wings and destroy
my dreams...

I am looking for the day
just that day
when I'll be a Bird and
fly above the horizon
When I'll forget my past
and be the free ME!

DATE: 6th may 2015

Copyright © Aarushi pandey | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballade | |

Small bird take flight

Small bird take flight. 
Open your wings, leave shelter behind. 
Fear will ground you, riddle you weak. 
Feel the winds, the rushing power in the breeze. 
Allow the current to embrace you, ruffle your feathers as you chase the sun. 
Free yourself from doubt. 
Freedom is fluid. 
Should I fall, how dreadful. 
Should I be incapable of flight, my soul would rupture. 
But should I soar, to touch the milky skyline, Oh how inspiring. 
Even the smallest bird may take flight

Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2015

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Birds

A Chickadee flies from tree to tree,
an eagle soars over big blue skies,
Oh to be a bird to fly so free,
Where another dips and then pulls up to the sunrise.
   A Robin gracefully lands on her nest,
She feeds to one,
and then to the rest,
While the babies chirp, the mother gazes to the sun.
   Although planes too can fly,
the birds was designed by birth to soar,
and although planes too go high,
birds can swoop and twirl to heights galore.
   But not only do they fly,
above clouds and such sorts,
for many can fly like, the butterfly,
but a birds instincts can tell him when to build his forts.
   Sometimes I jump in plans to soar,
leaping off the edge of the table,
I jump and land upon the floor,
and somehow learn that, I am not able.
   To end the thoughts of my outrageous dreams,
I'll say by simply telling you,
when I end my crazy schemes,
I guess being human will have to do.

Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

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All Soft Feathers and Flight Muscles

In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully, 
each bird taking a turn on point.

All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone, 
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us, 
of dying unknown.

A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
nothing changed.

I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.

Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.

After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.

February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Be happy with what you have

Once a crow lived in the forest and
was absolutely satisfied in life.
One day, as he paced back and forth
his form flickering like flame,
saw a swan that was so white.
He asked the swan, “ why I am so black 
and you are so  white?". 
Swan replied him that he thought himself
so until he saw a parrot with two colors.
The crow then approached a parrot.
The parrot explained that he was happy
till he show the multiple colored peacock

The crow visited a peacock in the zoo
and saw him surrounded by hundreds of people.
When the people left, the crow said,
“You are so beautiful , everyday people
come to see and enjoy your beauty,
while people shoo me away as they see me".
The peacock replied, “Beauty and color
are the reasons why I’m entrapped in the zoo.
You are the only bird never kept in a cage.
I wish I were a crow happily roaming everywhere".

We want what we don’t have it and
are trapped in the vicious circle of sadness

                       +++
October 21, 2014
Form : Free Verse
First Place Win
Contest: Fable to the rescue by Carol Eastman

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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bird feeder

robin watching
throng of juncos 
backyard dances

Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2015

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Henry the Hedgehog

On a lovely sunny morn
Henry the lonely hedgehog
Awoke with sun as it reached dawn
As he heard some croaking frogs
With birds a chirping everywhere
And the frogs making their din
Henry, looking here and there
He gave a sleepy grin

He'd woke up from hibernation
All set for a brand new season
Looking forward to a new adventure
His waking gave him reason
To say 'hello' to all around
He felt real good today
He has a chat on the muddy ground
Then he went upon his way

As he strolled along the path
He saw old Polly Parrot
Old Polly he did make him laugh
He was chewing on a carrot
It's not the fool that parrots eat
But that's how Polly is
They both were happy so to meet
And spent their day in bliss

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

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Don't Worry, Be Happy : I Am A Kiskadee



I am a fearless Kiskadee
Sitting on a branch of this tree
Singing my theme song happily
With a Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee

I sing my song very sweetly
Seeking to make others happy
Filling them with ecstasy
With its rhythm and melody

My message is not to worry
Despite how things in life may be
Don't let them make you feel crazy
At all times, strive to be happy

One can state things that are likely
But no one knows what things will be
So keep your chin up cheerfully
And sing Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee. 






The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus)  is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Bald Eagle

Bald Eagle

I am rowing my boat along Crimson Locke
Up high near the top of a crevice of rocks
My loyal companion does see a long beagle
Which we both then see is a nest of an eagle.

The eagle does turn and thrust its beak into its nest
Watching its young while they are all at rest
The eagle is a proud mom and spreads its proud wings
She’s protecting the young of how her love sings.

She’s gracious of beauty of all heavenly birds
God is out watching and talking of heavenly words.

The bald eagle soars up through the sky
To hunt for food to feed their young
So they can survive and not have to die.

God is protecting all living things
He gave the bald eagle majestic wings.


Written: July 13, 2014
Theresa Marie Hummingbird

Copyright © Theresa CW | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Peanuts Charlie Brown's SNOOPY



My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around

Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell

When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about

Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying

Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one 

Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth







19/05/2015

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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A Happy Old Bird



Hello you sweeties and you guys too Hope you all have a fantastic day It's the fervent wish I wish every day Us Soupers must stay close I say Support each other when we feel down We're all susceptible to this quirk Always look on the bright side of life Don't worry if it's only a smirk Gotta start somewhere, maybe a smirk Soon you'll be giggling away Greeting everyone with a cheery hello Wishing them a sunshiny day Attitude's the key, gotta think positive To get through our daily routine You guys help put a smile on my face When your names pop up on my screen Want you to know how much you mean I'd be lost without your kind words So a hug and a kiss to all you sweet peeps You make me a happy old bird © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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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 | Year Posted 2013

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Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime


If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 

Misery.............................

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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baby chick dynamic haiku

baby chick stands out
not caring about one thought
from one club member

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

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Yesterday Today Tomorrow

~Yesterday~ I stood confused in a hole so deep So dark and miserable, cold and alone Scared and fearful of the unknown Nothing but grey clouds filled my sky Filled with rain and thunderous roars Deafening like a million slamming doors Drowning out the real me Like a caged up bird Longing to be free My last tears were spent Done and dusted On my last pretense. ~Today~ I've dug, like never before Fingers, tired bloody and sore I've dug right down to my very core Dirt under fingernails and a tear stained face Fighting to get to my happy place Dragging myself to the top of my pit No longer content to be miserable Not ready to give up, not ready to quit On the caring shoulder which you gave me to lean I've scrutinized things about myself I've never seen From start to finish and all in between You took my hand And tenderly walked with me on the road of my soul Never rushing or hasting Just happy to stroll With gentle nudges along the way Just quietly listening to every word I had to say With every word came down every defense Till I was vulnerable and raw And it finally made sense. ~Tomorrow~ I'm going to sit so quiet and still Listening to the whispers that once were a shrill A screaming voice yearning to be heard No more am I that caged little bird No longer torn or broken down No longer disrespected or pushed around My grey clouds lifted, the sky finally clear No more constraints that I have to adhere Happy with the way I feel Giving my heart time to heal Time to spread my wings and fly As one by one these binds untie Satisfied knowing what will be, will be Finally knowing its enough just to be me.......

Copyright © Tracie Edwards | Year Posted 2012

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This Nice March Day

~This Nice March Day~ (Etheree) The Sun peeps Its warm orb It rises high Caresses my face This nice spring March hot day Take slow walk around garden Relax get some peace enjoy day Pigeons black birds take flight soar sky blue Twinkle licks and licks paws softly I laugh Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 March.07.2015
Authors footnote: *Twinkle* my white beautiful female cat partly Siamese. I have two, the other one is black and I named her "Shadow" :) lol In God I trust!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

The Garden

All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.

For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.

This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.

Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Balloon and Co

A rich yellow Balloon, 
happily adopted by a little man,
Balloon thinks hold my ribbon,
and I will guide you lovingly.
 Suddenly a gust of wind,
and the little man seems smaller,
an outstretched arm and a tear,
and with that, Balloon is all alone.
 A city tower stands tall,
Balloon only knows up,
reflections in the windows,
of a bald yellow face ascending. 
 Six floors up, grumpy giants,
suits pointing grumpy orders,
twenty, and an uptight woman spills coffee,
Balloon wanted to save her notes.
 Higher now, a sign reads elevater,
a secret card game on the roof,
employees on look out,
Balloon chuckles, he won't tell.
 Time stops as Balloon sets gaze on Sun,
blushes from her and an idea, lightbulb,
Balloon inhales, rises smooth to Sunset,
little man witnesses the pop.
 Skin floats gently to ant city,
little man shudders, can't bare to look,
little man bursts into tears.

Copyright © Daniel Barrell | Year Posted 2014

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Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Happy Thanksgiving The Luckiest Bird Around

The Luckiest Bird Around Strutting about ruffling my wings As everyone else gathered around in rings Seeing the farmer sharpening his cleaver with cheer Made my body shake and fill with fear I let out a screech and puffed out my chest Oh! No! Not me, you're not getting close to my breast you pest Kicking up dust and praying he wouldn’t stop But to my surprise, off my head wasn’t chopped To the freezer he went for a package of Rib-eye I jumped with joy with a glimmer in my eye Strutting around and dancing a hoedown jig Maybe next year it will be the barnyard pig Happy Thanksgiving By: Eve Roper 11/26/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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TWO HAPPY PARROTS

Ever since my parrot Greeny lost his companion,
he rarely warbled and sat in his cage to mourn;
his sad song indicated how lonely he was...
I wondered who could cheer him up for his loss.


I assumed that birds are ordinary pets without emotions and feelings,
that a cage is a safer home for them: wasn't I so wrong?
Perhaps that wasn't the main reason of his unhappiness,
so I got him a pink parrot who could sing with him the happiest song.



It's early June in lovely and peaceful Lindenwood embellished with emerald oaks
that seem undulating waves smothered by golden sun rays while Greeny
and Pinky sing harmonious chords rising to the balmy spring sky that offers 
freedom, but no total safety for two happy parrots that have not known anxiety.


I love to watch Pinky exchanging kisses with Greeny:
see those tiny and warm eyes that long for closeness getting tender;
Don't they wish to fly into a big sky being constantly afraid of a predator? 
Chirp happily, little birds...live your day with harmony! 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |

Happy Tanka

happy Meadow Lark
filled my days with melody
in Dakota youth
were I to travel back there
would he be singing for me

happy was my lot
in my North Dakota land
worry and care free
as the melodious bird
was he the reason I thrived

could I find my way
in the land of my childhood
back to thrills and trills
would I be sad if my bird 
had forgotten how to sing

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Dilly Ducks birthday

Once there was a little duck
They called him Silly Dilly
He waddled here, he waddled there
He had a friend named Willy

One day it was the birthday of
That silly Dilly duck
He'd always wanted a brand new pen
And today he had some luck

Folk built for him a band new pen
And when he saw it there
He danced around with his friend Willy
And joy was everywhere

They had a party for our duck
And so much food was had
Balloons were hanging all around
And everyone was glad

They all had such a lovely time
Our duck was filled with glee
He loved that little pen they'd built
A happy duck was he

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Happy Sparrow, Happy Me


No, there was nothing routine about a baby sparrow sitting helpless in a parking lane.  
Perhaps a rushing and less observing person would have run over the little lonely bird; But I will always believe that I was on assignment from God to save the life of a sparrow. The little birdie was in a very dangerous spot, and I immediately proceeded to rescue him.  

After I picked him up, I wondered to myself regarding the whereabouts of his mother and/or other loved ones.  Moreover, at this point I did not have a clue about what I would do with or for him.     I then looked upwards, lifted my arms, and released the sparrow to the opened sky.  The birdie flapped his little wings and away he went.                                            

The sight of those flapping wings is forever fixated in my mind, and that moment is among the proudest of my life.  No, I had not made a major contribution to heal the ills of the world, or found a cure for cancer, nor brokered a path to peace in the Middle East; But I had made all the difference in the life of a sparrow. There’s no moment that could have made me happier.

From my encounter with a sparrow on a sunny afternoon, I learned a most valuable lesson.  The differences that we make are not measured by us, but rather by the receiver.
  		
In a very real way, the sparrow was abandoned and left alone in a very dangerous place  to fend for himself.  If he needed food, I had none. If he needed water to cool his thirst, I had none.  I soon realized that I had nothing of value to offer the little sparrow.  That is, until I discovered that what the little birdie really needed was something I did have, and could give him.  He never needed me to teach him to fly, because he was born to fly.  I simply gave him a “lift”, and that was what he needed more than anything else.  My happiness stems from being able to give some kind of  “Lift”  to our world.

04182015 PS Contest, Happiness of Life, by Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Lark's Melody

I am vowed by the long tail of the bright falling star,
delighted by the notes of my guitar;
Its sheer brightness,
reveals the Heavens,
it resembles fireflies flickering in the night's vastness. 

I begin to dream under the shimmering firmament, 
and with closed eyelids, I start to count;
I seem lost into the blue,
images come into view,
then the night covers me with sparkling dew.

I put aside every doubt and enter the atmosphere,
such a mystic place of enlightenment to share;
Unbounded,
I behold
all creation done by His hand to be forever praised.

I am vowed by the adventurous flight of a beautiful lark,
admiring the loveliness of the night so calm and dark;
his wings flutter,
he goes far,
in this wilderness he moves freely owning sky and air.  

Can we learn the lark's melody
and sing it to the Almighty?


Entered in Mystic Rose's contest,
" Answer Me "
Won 2nd place
Contest judged on 4/20/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016