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For Andrea Dietrich

Say something nice, and a short little while
She will respond with kind words and a smile.
True to her nature, she always will say
Something so nice that I cannot repay.
Bright and unique, every contest that's new
Challenges, helps, and expands us anew.
Don't know that form? Then it's time to begin;
Do a good job and it's sure of a win.
Trying a form that you can't understand?
Andrea's knowledge is always at hand.

Gifted in phrasing and rhyming for sure;
Words she has written in minds will endure.
Poems of flow'rs and a sweet little beach
Dance in the dreams of this sweet little peach!
Sijos of seahorses dance in the sea;
Starfish and dolphins keep good company.
Kyrielles of yellow burst forth like sunflowers:
Rubaiyats of robins in Spring's gentle showers.
Sonnets of sparrows and songbirds fly high
Twined with the cumulus clouds in the sky.
Sunsets of lavender scatter their light;
Sapphics of stars wink their way thro' the night.
Footle sized fireflies twinkle till dawn,
Making a fairyland right on her lawn;
Then in the morning, she wakes and recalls
Visions of dreams still contained in her walls.
Out of her window, or deep in her mind,
She will not rest till the poem she finds.
Thus, she has poems by beauty inspired;
Mixed with her skill, that is why she's admired.



{Just too late for the contest. Bummer!}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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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

Details | Free verse | |

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

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Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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The Phoenix

         Your scarlet, sacred wings doeth spread.
         Plumes of fire and of gold.
         Your past burnt ashes you do not dread.
         Your majestic rise is long foretold.
   
         Not bound by your destined fate,
         Your glorious ascend we do await.
 
         With courage and boldness in your eyes,
         From flames of doom you do arise.

Copyright © Micheal G. Weston | Year Posted 2014

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Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

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

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum | |

And The Birds Will Sing -Pantoum-

And the birds will sing as they fly through the air, oh, what joy it brings they do it with such flare. As they fly through the air the wind gently blows, oh, what a joy it brings chirping as they go. The wind gently blows softly touching the trees, chirping as they go so very peaceful to me. Softly touching the trees oh, what joy it brings, so very peaceful to me and the birds will sing. Copyright © Cynthia Jones May.27/2005

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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Let me go

              Let me go
 show me out the door with kind words
  I want you to Love me ..
  not punish by Force
 My Prison, my warden 

                 Let me go
          My choice to be Free
      Free of suppression,  of my own creativity
       let me decide for myself
               my destiny 

                Let me go
           let go of me gracefully
     I belong to myself , children and God
       Let me go , let go of me 
                 I am free 
            to choose to love and give
                 I am Free 
          from what burdens me 
                now I am Free
            

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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If Birds Do It

Morning Exercises:

I watch a flock of birds
stretch their wings and Fly.
They swoop and dip and dive,
exercising in the sky.
If birds do it, lazy me,
why don't I?

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

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.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle | |

It's All So Wonderful

Villanelle

It’s All So Wonderful

I love my life, Oh, how I love it all
I see the God of love in everything
Oh, I love beauty, it’s so wonderful

I love birds; I love to see the rainfall
The flowers, and the trees, such joy they bring
I love my life, oh, how I love it all

I love my life, oh, how I love it all
I love the winter, and the summer too
I really love the spring, adore the fall

The power how she loves my soul to call
When morning sun she does always shine through
I love this life, oh, how I love it all

I love this life, oh, how I love it all
I love it how the trees dance with the breeze
I love it how these trees they grow so tall

I love a thunderstorm they’re beautiful
Oh, how it makes my heart feel so at ease
To watch those lightning flashes as rain falls
I love this life, Oh, how I love it all

24 June 2015


Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet | |

In Our South West

Alfred Dorn sonnet

In Our South west

Oh how wonderful it is to be here
In these lovely forests of the south West
Where everything it is so very green
It rains a lot. The skies not always clear
But I love it the south west is the best
Sitting midst these trees. It feels so serene

The river flows, seems until forever
Birds fly by with many coloured feathers

I love it here, so sheltered by these trees
They grow so tall. They nearly reach the sun
I love to see them dancing on the breeze
I love it when the dawn has just begun
In our south west it feels like paradise
Sitting by this river it is so nice

9 February 2016


The Alfred Dorn sonnet is different than most sonnets, in that it has an Italian sestet and a Sicilian sestet linked by a couplet. Both sestets share common rhyme set by the first line. The rhyme scheme is as follows;
a. b. c. a. b. c. ... d. d. ... a. e. a. e. a. e.

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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THE MYSTERY OF THE OWL

The Mystery of the Owl

Owls are such an interesting breed of birds
What are they thinking?
Do they ponder the mysteries of the world with just a simple blink?
….It just makes me stop and think….

What actually goes on in the mind of an owl?
Do they ponder the perplexity of mankind?
Do they measure the amount of evil?
I say owls are the most intelligent of birds 
And they have been stolen as a symbol of evil
For there is nothing truly evil about an owl
They are the most sacred of all the birds in heaven
Surely if you ever met one in the heavenlies
He would have an opinion on this matter

No Bohemian Grove ceremony!
No child sacrifices to Lucifer!
An owl in all of his wisdom would fly as far away from this evil!

When you arrive in the heavenlies and stand before the Creator
You will learn of the mysteries including the mystery of the owl
An owl is a loving friend that sits on the shoulder of our Creator
You can even have one as a friend if you pray hard enough

So the next time you consider an owl
Remember this quaint little story 
Remember that everything upon this earth is truly not what it seems
For in the book of Matthew it is written, Ask and It Shall Be Given
For this is how I learned of the MYSTERY OF THE OWL!


8-3-14




Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

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The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long

Copyright © Grace Cyrus | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme | |

Clouds Are Floating By -Rubai,Monorhyme Combo-

Clouds are floating by through the cold, blue sky, watching the birds fly they're soaring so high. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Feb.7/2013 I didn't notice what I was doing, until I was counting the syllables. So, I decided to look them up in my list of saved Poetry Styles. I knew I was writing a Monorhyme, but .... after counting the syllables, I had to check and see, if the syllable count matched any poetry styles I had. I found exactly what I was looking for. This is my own style of poetry.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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As The Morning dances

As the Morning Dances

Oh, what a beautiful morning
Just as the dusk it is dawning
It isn’t too cold, it isn’t too hot
I love this weather I love it a lot
Oh, so much solace I’ve found
Two doves make a sweet cooing sound
The gold fish are happy I see
But they’re not as happy as me

The mulberry tree she’s swaying so free
It seems that she’s dancing with me
As sweet honey eater he sings me a song
Oh here in this garden I really belong
Bouganvilia she climbs up the tree 
The tunnel has such mystery
That mulberry builds with her branches
Everything my heart it enhances

The fountain it sings me a sweet lovely tune
As Chopin plays with her. I’m over the moon
Those sweet Lotus lilies, they fill me with joy
This bliss deep within me, there’s naught could destroy
My heart it is singing so sweetly
Oh, I am in heaven Completely
My life is a space where, I’m happy to be
Each moment it seems plays a sweet melody

As the whole word, she dances for me

25 February 2015




Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

Chickadee -Airless Suburban Haiku-

Chickadee flies low looking for food he buried runs into a tree. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.28/2013 I haven't penned one of these in a while.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC | |

A Weed in a Meadow of Flowers

Some days 
I stand alone
Like a weed
In a meadow of flowers
Under a tree 
And the sun shines bright
But I can not feel its warmth
For the tree was blocking me from its light

Other Days
I am a bird
Soaring above all else
Soaking in all of the sun’s rays
Nothing can bring me down,
Or have enough impact
To cause me to land

Copyright © Ashley Dumas | Year Posted 2014

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Chickadees Play -Swap Quatrain,Tanaga Combo-

They play in the morning sun late Fall snow it has begun, through the cold the branches sway in the morning sun, they play. Chickadees play all day through 'neath the morning sky so blue, have a good time come what may all day through, chickadees play. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.19/2013 This is my own style of poetry. I figured I would sit down and try to pen a style of poetry I haven't tried before. Then thought, hmmm why not try to put two together? I tend to do this a lot.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

NATURE

Miles away from these burdens
I am looking out,out from my windows curtains,
Today I am dreaming, dreaming like a bird.
And I feel like flying uphigh in the sky.
The sky in which the red hot sun is drowning
Drowning in the bluish red clouds
Which look like an ocean.
This chirping of birds has hypnotized me,
And I feel like I am floating on the peaceful sea…
Miles away from these burdens,
I am looking out ,out from my windows curtains,
I  want to be like those birds, who are flying,
By leaving their tensions far behind,
I wanted to run away from this fake world.
And by taking a sip of hot coffee..
I ZAINAB RASOOL dreaming, dreaming like a bird,
And I feels like flying up high in the sky..
Soon after an hour moon will come up with a bright shine,
And will fill pleasant songs in my whole mind..
Today I am dreaming,dreaming like a bird…..

Copyright © Zainab Rasool | Year Posted 2015

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Caged HummingBird

The thoughts in my mind run rampant as I walk around in a rage
It’s like I’m continuous writing chapters in my life but I can’t even understand what lies on the page
I feel trapped and concealed, like a humming bird trapped in a cage
But I just want to be free and fly out into the world happily, instead of letting this confinement drive me crazy unto a rampage
 
The days and the hours past and my life seems like clockwork
I wake up, get myself together, eat, relax for a while, then I’m on the way to work …
And the time in-between I try to find some enjoyment of my day….
And when I do find that happiness, something always washes it away…
 
What the hell is going on? My mind and my heart shout…
I know what I feel, and want…but to express it feels impossible, and my actions are hindered towards letting it out
A closed mouth doesn’t get fed, I always say…
But damn I’m trying to eat until I’m full but instead…it feels like apart of me is withering away...
 
I embody my thoughts and transgress  through hardships presented through this hard life…
I’m always aware that someone always has it worse, but yet I still find myself feeling like no one can feel my pain, my aches, struggles or strife
 
My thoughts run rampant, but they are full of rage and I want to be free…
Wondering if the owner of this cage could unlock this boundary with that sacred key, and let this humming bird fly free….
 
At some point and time we all feel trapped and confused, and don’t know what to do…
But if we are instilled in our beliefs and keep faith, then we know the great man above will come through…
 
No longer will I let this confinement transform me into a person of misery,
Or unhappiness that just creates moments in life that I will once regret…
If life serves me lemons, then I’ll make lemonade and no matter the situation, I will make the best of it…
 
So in due time and with patience, I’ll be unleashed from this cage and set free…
And instead of having all negatives surrounding me, I will make a positive impact on someone’s life and those who do see…
Then I will complete my happiness to a long lasting legacy…
 
I’m finally FREE!!

Copyright © Analytical Poet | Year Posted 2015

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The Cat and the Bird

It came out of nowhere, quick as a flash;
landing on the ground by a small piece of trash.
It happened all so fast that I didn't even notice;
the chances of survival were about to be hopeless.

The bird that flew by me was snatched up ahead
by the mouth of a cat, and I was sure it was dead.
I strolled on by, offering condolences to the bird
whose life was cut short by an animal that purred.

'He sure didn't put up a struggle', I thought;
Poor thing must have been shocked at how he got caught.
Taking a seat on the bench was rest time for me
but I was unaware of the show that I was about to see.

The cat had dropped the bird from its jaw
to prep the prey with the help of a paw.
But to my surprise a funny thing happened;
That bird was alive! I saw his wing flappin'.

The cat noticed, too and went for the kill;
But my new hero was not going against his will.
He flew in mid-air right on the cat's nose
and used his little claw to deliver several blows.

The cat was stunned and incidentally so was I;
That little bird fought back with vengeance in his eye!
I chuckled in silence as the bird flew away;
my hero will live to fight another day.

As for the cat his ego was bruised
 and having lost that battle he looked a bit confused.
His doubt may not let him try that stunt again 
and he walked away slowly, taking one on the chin.

The situations we face whether big or small
will always come together if we give it our all.
I congratulate that bird as I raise my cup
because this is another reason why we should never give up!

Copyright © sonya marshall | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

A Symbol in Forest

In the forest of solitude
When sound of happiness elude
Colorful birds of joy glides around
Seeing it with it you sing along.

Peace returns to your heart
Like to feed siblings birds return to nest
Filled in its mouth from a distant lyrics
Playing in harmony with your thoughts.

To flap your hands in joy
And with sweet essence to grow
Where in any season
Your life can reach the distance.

Copyright © Venkatesh Raghava | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

A Twitted crow flies aloft

Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!

Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!

Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.

Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk. 

©Anees Rahman

Copyright © Anees Rahman | Year Posted 2014

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Oh, Mr Cardinal -Rhyming Naani- -My Own Style-

Oh, Mr. Cardinal why do you tease me, sitting, with your belly full up there, in that tree? Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.21/2013 I have been waiting a long time, to get a picture of a male cardinal and I finally got one. I was hoping it was going to be a little better than what I got, but you can't move trees out of the way. LOL

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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The Dreams of Sparrows

The wisdom of the world remains
By some key measures narrow,
How can we all live peaceably?
What dreams intrigue a sparrow?

Copyright © PV Harrington | Year Posted 2015