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Details | Haibun | |

Kindred Spirits

~(tanka haibun)~


    Awakened from my walking reverie by movement ahead, I spy a Red-Tailed Hawk perched upon the wrought-iron railing of the flood-wall. The hawk is regal, stoic beauty. I stop walking in hopes of urging the bird of prey to stay its perch. It does, filling me with a sense of relief. I wonder why it let me get so close; if it was my calm, thoughts-up-in-the-clouds, meditative stroll that somehow rendered my thoughts and steps silent enough to catch the bird unawares. We eye each other, a bitter gust of mid-winter wind blows against my face; ruffles the back-feathers of the hawk. I am overwhelmed by a sensation how the two of us know exactly what we are, who we are, what we are supposed to be doing overall, but we are presently caught in a moment of unknowns, letting these unknowns erase the lines that keep us separate -- beast from human. 
I take a step closer, causing the hawk to finally alight, and I am struck by its vibrant feathers adding a dash of colour to the surrounding monochromatic grays. 
The hawk flies only a short distance ahead before landing on the railing again, so we re-enact the scene of this play. I come closer, closer, closer, until the hawk lifts up, flies a bit further along the river-walk, before landing again, until eventually it probably decides, that indeed, this human is going to traverse the entire path, for the hawk flies up into trees located further ahead. As I walk past the trees, the hawk launches out of an evergreen, with twigs in its talons. The bird flies over the river; a river made tumultuous by ice-melt.

in Winter's gray light
a Red-Tailed Hawk paints the sky 
with its feathers,
my soul lifts, follows the bird
over an ice-gorged river

The hawk lands on the base of a church steeple, and disappears behind an ornately carved corner. It appears as if the steeple is attempting to pierce the snow-clouds with its tip, trying to tear gashes in the sky, until spring blue bleeds into gray. On this Tuesday afternoon, does the church seem personified because it is devoid of Sunday parishioners milling in and out of its thick wooden doors? No matter how hard the steeple tries to break-apart the clouds, the grand sky dwarfs the church, causing it to look like a toy model. The church fluctuates between looking like a miniature-scale model, and an architectural feat.

with defiance
the steeple pierces clouds
looming overhead -
the snow-laden clouds
make the church appear small

Passing the church, I find it ironic how today the church is empty inside, yet on its steeple and roof-lines, countless animals are nesting, making this House of God their sanctuary. Slowly making my way home, I ponder about the hawk, how it is not only a predator amongst prey, but a predator amongst predators -- it flies around in plain sight, yet also hides right in the middle of the city. Coming up to the path leading to the back-door of my home, I scan a small trail of footprints in the snow. The footprints vary, but all are familiar to me. 
It is at precisely this moment that I fully acknowledge the Red-Tailed Hawk and I to be kindred spirits; how similar we really are.

the path leading home
is a winding snowy trail
of few footprints,
for only my loved ones know
where I truly live



.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Morning Sun Speaks

The Morning Sun Speaks


Vainly,  I smile at a fine morning sun
ponder today's tasks waiting to be done
Embrace and savor this very sweet morn
enjoy life, that is why we were first born

Sparrow drinking at my lone bird fountain
clouds soaring into another mountain 
I see the carefree bird fly far away
consider the high price I dearly pay

Happily my soul spoke to the red sun
life races onward as I freely run
My toils are but life tokens to be spent
spirit lives with our love paying no rent

The morning sun spoke yet again to me
live, love and grab hold of life yet to be!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

His Song and Mine

Sympathy

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   
For he must fly back to his perch and cling   
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!


Why Do I Write?

You ask me why I sing?
You ask me why I write?
You ask me why I bleed?
What choice have I besides?

I long to fly, to run away
To some safe haven just to play
To see the light of blessed day
And give my longing heart full sway

I want to grasp the star and moon
And live my life; t'will end too soon
And kiss the clouds up in the sky
But here am I, what choice have I?

Why do I sing?
Why do I cry?
Why write of pain
No lullaby?
What choice have I?

I want with zeal to be adored
And I want Fame there at my door
I want IT ALL and so much more
Tell me, is anything for sure?

Why so I beat my wing?
I was born to soar…

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Ballad | |

Little Blue Bird of Rain

Little Blue Bird of rain.

Rain, rain go away. 
Little Blue Bird of Rain, needs to shine again
In her version the sun dried, up all her tears
Leaving the rain inside the bird.
Destructive past sadden cheers.
Waking up to empty words
When abandoned by her peers.
Just not knowing what had just occurred.

Drowning herself in a life of Jane Doe.
Never know who she really is
When all she loves hanging her lowest moment
The rain brought out Mary-Jane.
As the bird lost its glow.
The rain tricked her once to use Cocaine.
As her feathers met that one Joe.
He broke her wing and brought more Rain.

Very young, very sweet.
Living her life in the fast lane.
Hard for her to stand on her feet.
Balanced her life on one leg, like the crane.
Curtains hang over her wings.
While she let no one near her domain.

While she flies through the heavy rain.
She finds her comfort with a pen.
Using the lords name in vain.
Cursing all her backstabbing friends
With no one around to explain?
All the sorrow left her on a railroad track.
Ending up like the runaway train.
Only she can get her life back.

If for myself I ever felt pain?
I felt more pain at what she wrote about. 
In my face on my left side 
Your poetry comes to life in my head. 
Visions of her wanting to be dead.
Oh! How I wish this life she did not dread.

You hide the tears you shed so well.
A life with balls you cut the chains.
You dam! Your parents to go to hell.
Little Blue Bird of Rain, don't let them fools drive you insane.

Little Blue Bird of Rain.
If a sparrow could show you,
There is more to life than pain.
Under the umbrella the sparrow would cover you.
No one wants to see her colors drain.
What a world to master her feathers into art.
The gift of words runs through her vein

The paintings on her wall.
A dream of a bad seed of grain.
One day our Little Blue Bird will stand tall.
To free herself from all the Rain.


  To: Rain aka- Joy Loveless
Our sweet 16 year old
      P.D.     1-1-10


Details | Pantoum | |

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.

I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.

Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.

I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.

Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.


Dan Cwiak ... written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest


Details | Free verse | |

Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

Mysterious figures springs 
.. out of the steep hill sides
Hour of mysteries and fantasies

You`ve been runnin`for too long
Now you`ll be hiding in the dark
Protected behind Mother Nature`s shield

At the break of dawn
Mother Nature, relieve my pain
This time it may very well be my last
Take this injured bird up to the mountain range 
Let it spread its wings, and learn to fly again

Soar above high mountain peaks
Colorful valleys - all from a birds eye
Its all I know.. All I ever wanted to know
Great Spirit of Nature.. keep me under your protective wings
Lift my soul and let it fly, let me learn to fly again


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

* Inspired by finding a little bird who had fallen out of its nest earlier this year.See ya:-)


Details | Sestina | |

The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





Details | Couplet | |

Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Midnight Visit

Thump and flutter, scared me at first you see.
Again a flutter, flapping, what could it be,
Then as I peered at window above me,
What did my eyes look upon, oh golly gee?
Red bird upon the screen, was it a he or a she.
No matter of fact makes any difference to thee.
I grabbed my camera quick, before it could flee.
Zooming in with the lens, capturing it free,
Flittering, now still its tail spread outwardly.
Upon the flash, the red bird flew into a tree.
I quickly pressed buttons almost every key.
Hoping, I captured the red bird frantically.
I captured this redbird upon the screen easily.
Now I had proof of my midnight visit, truly.
This night, a beautiful red bird, visited quickly.
What purpose or sign did it have any physically?
No idea, maybe just a crazy red bird’s decree,
No matter what, it is a proven, real live story.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bird In Flight

While the wind blew swiftly.
The bird flew thrifty.
Flapping its wings.
Faster and harder.
Against the wind.
The bird flew like it was blind.
Swirling all around the skyline.
All at once the wind calmed down.
The bird came through town.
Soaring its wings.
As it roared right past me.
To find rest upon a clothes line.


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.





Details | Verse | |

Birds Of The Same Feather Flock Together

Birds of the same feather always flock together


A fool fools those who can be fooled
A thief roams the streets with his fellow thieves
The miserable saddens those who allow themselves to be miserable
The naive are played by those who are naive of karma
The materialism catches those who are materialistic
The disrespectful hurt those who have no self respect
The aggressively insecure intimidate those who are submissively insecure
The fake trick those who are inexperience of faking
The dumb roll with the most dumbest

If you are either happy, successful, humble, educated or anything positive; make sure you flock with the feather that's most positive and important to you. 

KNOW YOUR WORTH; You cannot exchange gold for stones, that's making a foolish loss. Positivity is always an addition(+)  not a subtraction (-).  If you are subtracting, don't be suprised if your life turns out to be mostly negative.

IMPATIENCE is the mother of all COMPROMISE, that's why people flock with the wrong people, don't let it catch you..

THE EYEZ are easily fooled, all that glitters isn't gold (things can be gold plated too), so carefully check things. As They say "FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD."

NOTHING IS CONSTANT; Money comes and goes, the famous become infamous, friendships ends, beauty fades, people pass away etc. Do not rely on external things to make you happy, once they are gone you will awaken from your dream. Internal happiness is constant; the externall should just make you happiER. Humble yourself and know reality.

INEXPERIENCE is the mother of all REGRET. Life is a journey of experience, never make the same mistake twice. At best surround yourself with the most wise (listen and consider their counsel) so not to make mistakes at all.

THE GUT INSTINCT, if it doesn't feel right it probably isn't. You have either compromised too much for to little or you are blinded or you put ur happiness on external forces which are not constant or you are inexperienced in the ways of life.

ITS ALL IN THE MIND, remember to CONTROL IT, TRAIN IT and to ACT IT OUT and watch yourself rise to a different level in your life.

WAKE UP; a bird who flocks with the wrong birds wakes up sooner than later and flies to his kind of feather.

THE MESSAGE; a bird that flocks to you with patience, sincerity, passion and unconditional love is definitely for keeps because they are  worth more than gold.


BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 24/02/2012


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Triolet | |

little bird in the sky

Little bird in the sky
Come sit with me
So I can tell you why
Little bird in the sky
Please teach me how to fly
So I can set myself free
Little bird in the sky
Come sit with me


Details | Haiku | |

- Haiku X 30 - Simple Beauty -

 

          In the morning sun 
          When a bird flies gracefully 
          Of life's simple things






         19.08.2014
         A-L Andresen :)


Details | Etheree | |

Dharma (Etheree)

One
little
morning peep
she would speak to 
greet my day, my sweet 
African Grey . . . She was
my friend, my confidante. I 
bottle fed my baby bird and . . . .
we would sing. Such joy she brought me in
her sweet way. My precious friend died today.



For the "Blink Contest" Sponsored by: John Heck 


Note:
***My daughter lives alone with her two pet Siberian Huskies 
and her 2 and half month old African Grey Parrot she named
Dharma. Jennifer called me this morning at 5am crying to tell
me that her little bird died at the Vets. I wrote this Etheree in 
her honor.





Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Verse | |

Spring Secret


                                     A little bird on the branch set
                                     Listen how nice its twittering
                                 Beautiful tones from a small orifice
                           What do you want to tell me my little friend?
                                  The little bird has a secret to tell
                                 In the large oak tree down the hill
                               it has built its new and sheltered nest
                            And the greatest of all for this little mother
                           in the nest there is two small light blue eggs
                      waiting for protection and warmth from their mother













23.03.2012
A-L Andresen


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.


Details | Free verse | |

Everyday

Everyday

I am trapped in a dimension
Where only repetition exists,
That reoccurs the colour theme of black. 

But the windows are very visible from the doom,
Delineating bright sunlight and pavement colour of the moon. 
Best of all, I can see the birds flapping their mighty wings.

I unfold my arms with barely any strength, 
And reach for them, 
Hoping to become one of them.
Again.

Every night and morning when the outside of the windows,
Is beautifully shaded with calming grey that mellows.

And when it is painted in soft blended colour of thick orange and light yellow,
Birds fly between South and North through the colour of fallow. 

I can tell very easily without effort, 
Each of them holds great stories
Because I was like them once, 
Who also held great stories. 

Yes, I was one of those birds, 
With pride and strength, 
That glided through the treasure sites, 
And enjoyed when the warm breeze kissed my cheeks
Over golden sparkling oceans.

But now my wings are broken,
Memories and valuables torn apart in ashes,
In to pieces that cannot be glued back. 

So I always whisper to myself,
With solemn remorse,
I sure do miss those days. 


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


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A Bird's Life

In a bird's life.We get things like a bird seed
bell, or a set of wood chimes, to wake the house 
after a long night sleep.In a bird's life.We get
names like Tweety Bird, Woody Woodpecker, Daffy Duck, 
or maybe names like Buddy, Sunny, or Baby.In a bird's
life.We do a parrot's talk, a bird scream, or just a
low sounding bird chirp.To brighten up the sound in
the air all around town.In a bird's life.We get plenty
of bird seed, a squirming worm, a crab, or a small fish to
feed upon.In a bird's life.We like to sing, or repeat what
the master has spoken.We like to fly from tree to tree, or
just flutter our wings in the living room bird cage.In a 
bird's life.We like to chase other birds such as cockatoos, 
bluebirds, and seagulls over the ocean blue.While our love's
so true.In a bird's life.We feed pigeons in the park, while
we throw bred crumbs all around.In a bird's life.. 

Bird's Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2013,2014..All rights reserved.


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Tiny Hands Of Love





                                    On tiny hands of innocence sweet
                                    A baby bird sits perched to eat
                                    While tiny hands remain still
                                    The scene is so surreal
                                    Baby bird flies home 
                                    Taking prints of
                                    Tiny hands
                                    Big love
                                    Shown


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My Choir

My Choir

A wondrous day it is today
I sit here all alone
In the garden, chilling out
Like I have turned to stone
Then the birds, they get warbling
So I reach for my guitar
These birds they have inspired me
I’m making like a star.

I start off playing simple blues
That’s all I really know
And playing blues is guaranteed
To make my being glow
As the song birds seem to follow me
To accompany me somehow
And as we sing in harmony
It seems there’s only now.

Oh what things do touch ones soul
When you’re living in the now
And joining with those little birds
It seems to me that somehow
We are all in this together
With the breeze and the dancing trees
As I play my blues with all my heart
It gives me sweet release

23 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.



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FROM THE VOID TO OVERJOYED

In the beginning the Lord created a great deep,
So deep that no eye saw anything but obscurity.
This deep we now by name call the heavens,
Accompanied by the creation of great vacancy-
A formless void that is uninterrupted by shapes.
It is the undefinable foundation for that yet to form,
A place we now think of as the planet earth,
Which passed the tests of the primeval, perfect storm.

Now with this creation comes the beginning of time,
And for measurement a transparent hourglass,
With an exact amount of sand enclosed within,
Which has until this moment been at an impasse.
Not a grain has been able to pass the constriction,
Until the Creator has commanded it to go.
As the primal beauty comes into existence,
Change enacts sand to fall in the chamber below.


With the passage of time within the hourglass
The Lord’s creation enlarges and expands;
It becomes the abode for another creation –
The harvest of the Lord’s desires becomes Man.
To Man the hourglass is a no longer fashionable,
And it may even seem to be ruling his day.
So he looks to the Lord for a savior—
For someone who-win or lose-will want to play.

The solution from the LORD is Woman,
A helpmate fashioned of Man’s own bone.
His dream has become his reward,
And She seems even better than homegrown.
Her figure is the perfect hourglass,
And her countenance is a bonny display.
Plainly It seems Man never saw the lady coming,
Since  his plain morning bird became his bird of prey. 


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Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


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How many times have you been happy

How many times have you been happy

How many times, I ask you all
Have you been really happy?
How many times have you laughed with joy?
And felt so very free
Just because you’re filled with life
No help from booze, or drugs
How many time have you let a smile 
Give your heart a happy hug?

When did you stop and let your life
Just thrill you through and through
Without fulfilling some desire
Or some dream coming true
How many times were you forced to smile
Cause the sun shines high above?
Or you heard the sound of a singing bird
And your heart just filled with love.

How many times have you let fear go
And faced life unafraid
And felt the you, the total you
That really cannot fade
How many times have you rejoiced
Because you just love life?
How many times have you filled with joy
All free from worry and strife?

19 November 2013 @ 1830hrs.


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All Creatures Big and Small

In his wisdom God
Created all creatures with
Deep love and purpose


BEAUTIFUL BIRD

Beautiful bird perched
on tree limb under moon's glow
elegantly dressed

GRAZING HORSES

Clouds rest on tree tops
lumpy feather beds billow
horses graze in snow
Jan. 24, 2007

SILENT BIRD

Proud bird perched so high
silently viewing the world
We await his song
Dec. 23, 2007

I BEHOLD A RAINBOW

Sun and humming birds
mingle while rainbows arch high
drawing eyes skyward

THE BATHER

Tiger baths his wounds
cold water soothes like medicine
he will fight again
October 1, 2007

RUNNING FREE

In him peace abides
Little fellow young and free
God's true gift to me
Dec. 19, 2007

Cynthia
A Poet Who Loves To Sing


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A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


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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
            


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The Comfort of Poetry

Sometimes, I feel like a bird hiding
Under a thin hollow of a leaf
The bird which blinks at the sun
When a branch moves and starts
At a crack of a dry twig
Sometimes, I feel so abandoned,
So tormented, surrounded by
 The huge trees, by big clouds 
Of a callous, cruel world 
But when I remember my poems
I see little flowers out of the grass
Like floating lamps,
I can smell the sweet scent 
Of lime trees in June
I can hear the skylark`s morning song
And many birds fly above my head,
 Trembling,  painfully drawing out
These profound truths 
Which need an enormous effort 
To speak out
But here they are, comforting me,
Telling me that heaven is
Divinely merciful, infinitely benignant
For it has spared me, 
Pardoned  my weakness


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


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In the Shadows

Man sits in shadows Darkness consumes all of him… Blackness of the crow
Russell Sivey Contest: 1 senryu any subject Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan 5/24/2013


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Woodpecker

Woodpecker, woodpecker
Pecking on the wood
Woodpecker, woodpecker
Live a life that’s good

Peck away, peck all day
Always peck that wood
Peck away, peck every day
Live the life that’s good

Woodpecker, woodpecker
Pecking on the tree
Woodpecker, woodpecker
Live a life that’s free

Peck away, peck all day
Always peck that tree
Peck away, woodpecker. Please,
Peck for you and me


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Baby Bird

A calm summer breeze is the day,
and I will learn to fly this very day.

I get up and try and try,
for my mother is teaching me to fly.

Looking carefully at each movement she makes,
I will do whatever it takes.

You see, if I don't fly,
I will surely die,

and those are high stakes.

Edward J. Ebbs - August 27, 2002


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The Soaring Eagle

Eagles soaring high in the sky
suddeny drop to the water below
it's talons encase a fish
in the setting sun it's scales aglow

the fish did not jump 
to the bird in the sky 
it stayed in the water
while the bird soarded by

If the bird hadn't dived to grab the fish
then the fish would still be in the water
for the fish will not go seek out the bird
it will not willingly go out for slaughter

the lesson between the bird and the fish
is simple but I'll give you a clue
go out and make your way in the world
don't wait for the world to come to you.

Anne Hessler


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The Mocking Bird Sat

.

                                          The Mocking Bird Sat
                                          Quizzically looking in...
                                        Broken drained bird bath






(My bird bath is 
broken..The 
Mocking Bird
sat on the rim
looking at me
in the kitchen
like he was 
asking me 
what is wrong here.)


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Sonnet 1

A canvas high and felt traced tips
With background broad and tint azure
None posed in space with limbs being clipped
The sketch of liberty one saw

When pillars then in holes are tucked
Sore eyes in Gaya’s comfort seek
While plumes of sentiment are plucked
Love lingers on in love’s mystique

Time let the warble low to swoop
And beak like marble gloss to shine
Thoughts flicker on life’s endless stoep
In tandem with the sun that mimes

That morn when words and wheels are cleansed
 Found true and veiled in mortal condensed.

Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-21


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An early song-2

I once joined the procession of colors and lost my heart
Till a wave colors distilled through night knocked me down dead.
Besides the mountain,  the midnight festival of colors is on.
Lying in my arms you imagine your blood is burning in my veins
 I am only listening to the chariot of the queen joining the revelry.

I knew you were being vain when you came to see me
I did know when your heart missed a beat. For the air was my friend.
And the tiny bird building its nest in the rafters of my roof
Did  not bring a straw as long as you talked. 

You never said bye.  For you wanted me to do that. But I had no time 
And kept riding on the wave. The storm is not away. What if I fall.
 Tomorrow I will be lying in these shores caressed to sleep by a smiling sun.

 I don’t have the time to forget you in the endless expanse of this blank night. 
Last night’s sun was but a spot hewn out of the tragedy of the heavens.
A tragedy that  survived the ages to live in my heart in fire and smoke.

You keep away while I create my pieces in these desert sands. When I proceed
 To give them the finishing touches, you shriek in despair. For you think
 I am going to spoil the lovely piece of some great master with my clumsy hands.
                                           -2-
Tomorrow is the illegal child of today abandoned in the dark.
I end up at night  and my child is born at night, having passed 
Through  the summer that seared my skin and heart.
The cup of sorrow is never full, so there is no overflowing.
Yesterday we witnessed the winter night breathing its last.
Winter was in lament for the little bird that went up but never returned.

I bear no gifts for you. I know not your names. I know not who you are
But I recognize you without mistake against this backdrop of misery.
I come here with my empty bag to gather the drops of your sobs
And consign them to the flame in my mind leaving your smiles behind.





For: Catie Lindsey's Free Verse contest



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In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



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mocking bird

a mocking bird sits atop sticky holly tree.. winter day spring nest silvery fog wraps around pines.. mocking bird flies Fog creeps through the woods wrapping around the pines obstructing the view. Gap in the cedars reveals a silvery shawl which is stopped by the bright sun on this side of the hedge or is it from a distance silvery on this side of hedge to those who view from afar?
Unfinished


Details | Couplet | |

Home

Home is where the butterfly goes;
Somewhere no one may ever know.

Home is where the sparrow flies;
A nest in softest shadows hides.

Home is where an old man can die
In peace.


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which one

am I a lover or a fighter
which one could it be
I've been told that I'm a fighter
I see a lover inside of me
take a close look, with your eyes open
and you'll see a heart ready to be opened
the mystery will intrigue the mystical
part of your mind
your mind will enduldge every untouched part of me
I'll give you more than what your imagination can hold
only then can you see the true me 
the me I allow no-one to see
are you worth it, you think you can handle me
think about your sanity how do you need to impress me
try it you think you can ride this wild bird 
settle me from flying free
this bird is stronger than a tree
ride this baby it's a long hard ride,
you can come lets flee, away from misery


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Bird Head

Kneeling, Earth bound he sees only walking He has a bird head, the beak facing right No wing can spread enough by one’s gawking Bird makes man unique, he becomes a sight Russell Sivey


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Sara's Second Haiku

fresh bird seed placed in the bird feeders.. red cardinals fight cardinals eat their fill, fly down to the bird bath... frozen water question
Click on "About This Poem"


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


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Early Bird Special



Heard that the early bird catches the worm By now I should have a real big batch I'm always up at the crack of dawn With a feeling of exhilaration unmatched Joyfully welcoming that big yellow ball Singing some happy little ditty Even if I won a million dollars in the lotto Couldn't be happier, well maybe an itsy bitsy Wish everybody could feel this amazing joy The world would be a much happier place No wars no conflict just pure sweet love Wearing a perpetual smile on your face Seems like forever I've been called a dreamer I wouldn't want it any other way Just can't imagine how some people feel Wearing a sad frown every day Heard that the early bird catches the worm Well I certainly believe that it's true Just start every day with a happy little song And the sun will shine brightly on you © Jack Ellison 2013


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Little Bird

The Little Bird..

The little bird flew so high in the sky,
The world looked from below, 
All were amazed and with just one thounght "Oh my oh my"..
The sun so bright and shed blessing on the bird..
But even with all the happiness, the bird was still incomplete..
With his family flying even higher,
He still felt small..!!
He wanted to fly even higher like no one ever did before..!!
But down below he saw his friends in pain..
He flew down everytime to feed them with grains..!!And he flew up and down till his wings started to bleed..
And as the Sun went to sleep his friends grew stronger..!
They flew up in the sky towards safety of the light..Away from the darkness that came with night..
The little bird saw them fly with his eyes opened wide..!!
Never has he been so happy as he was tonight..!!
Now the little bird was relieved and tried to fly..!!
But now his small wounded wings were too weak . !
No matter how hard he tried he could not fly..
His family shouted and his friends cried . !
But no one came down to help as the wolves arrived..!!
As darkness covered the sky, 
The wolves took their first bite..!!
And the struggle ended with a single cry,
For the little bird, who once flew so high in the sky..


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Answer To Happiness

This life of mine has been quite a search
To find what will make me happy
To find the right bird to sit on my perch
To sing for me up in my tree

I thought it would take one blue jay to love
Until I ran into a free and friendly dove

Such a great time we had laughing as friends
And sharing lame jokes and our stories
Made me realize what I want when life ends
Is more than one bird in my memories

I think every bird is meant for every bird
And united we shall always be heard

Because answers don't always come in ones,
As a bird flies in a flock,
And only as we share our lives with tons
Will our happiness be in great stock.


December 2009


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Be Still My Love

Written March 25, 2013


Any minute now
The sun will rise again
A ship sets sail for the ocean
Another's coming in
I don't quite know
Where I should even begin

The day breathes a sigh
That makes me wonder why
The rain falls only in the den
Where we sit so patiently and wait
The same couch from our first date
Maybe this is just our fate

What house is this I'm in
The paint is wearing thin
The sound of stories told
Has got me growing old
Just you and me my darling
And all the red starlings

Any minute now
The night will come again
We'll set sail for the ocean
Watch others coming in
If I ventured in the slipstream
Would I find you in my dreams

So be still my love
Don't fear this life you're in
Things will change this time around
I'll let the light shine in
I'm just waiting
For this life to begin


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I Just Found Out The Meaning

I just found out the meaning to my bachelorhood. 
Now, it's clear to me that those experiences I had earlier are lovelorn.
I've just found the reciprocal affection 
I have been struggling for all these years in courtship.

I just realize I have found the right woman for my unborn generations.
I've just found the true companion I can confide in at all time.  
I found love at last in this angel who now means the world to me.
God! Thank you to have sent her to me on time,
And not until the beauties in her has faded like tainted rose.

My prayer now is that God shouldn't let me lose someone
Like her that would be very hard to replace.
And I as well pray not to find any course (at a later time) to regret or curse the day we met.
I've just found out she needs white roses; she is a virgin.


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Treasures Of Your Soul

In the depths of midnight the sky shows off That which plays within the glows of the moon Harvest yellow casting down on the grass Deep in my heart this hallowed soul has swoon So shocked of this sight, the moon at midnight Complete with its piece of the raven small Proudly displayed this clearing beams tonight And light of the moon fills this space for all This tender light that shines on such a bird Brings me in awe and bewilderment fast I thank the Lord for all his blessings shown This well-manicured spot found at long last The last piece of this romance inspired thought Is her presence, what’s written on a scroll No harvest moon and no midnight raven Can take place of the treasure of my soul
Russell Sivey Contest: Treasures Of Your Soul Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 7/29/2013


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Bear and the Mocking Bird

Should I? Could I? Would I?  The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast.
He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp.
But the current appeared too swift, for even a bear as strong as him.
Still, that salmon’s presence mocked him; he was dinner on the fin.
So as the bear lumbered out, a mocking bird suddenly began to mock…
“You’re going over the falls in one more step. Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“Didn’t your momma ever teach you even one simple little thing?”
Now, he had left home because his Momma had always told him what to do.
So he turned to the bird and growled… “Why should I listen to you?”
The bird mocked back… “Because you don’t stop and think things thru.”
Then, at that point the bear slipped, and almost went over the falls, it’s true! 
He heard the bird mock, “Stop! Think! Think! Stop! Listen, you lumbering brute!”
Angrily and begrudgingly, he admitted the bird was right: a plan was due.
So with a branch he sent the salmon down to the bottom of the falls below.
Then, later with dinner replete, it was now time for dessert to bestow.
So he decided to visit the berry farmer and plunder most of his crop.
Again the mocking bird hollered at him. “Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“The farmer has a dog and gun! If you destroy his summers’ crop…”
“A bearskin rug will be your fate. So Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
After 3 or 4 more times at mocking… The bear finally gave in… 
For each time he had mocked him… He had also saved his life, again…
Since he had left momma behind, he now realized that he had done nothing right.
And though they were both rough, tough, loners: they still became strangely tight.
So in the end, they became fast friends, with each one helping the other out…

The moral to my story is: there’s a friend that can understand anyone, even you.
Friends don’t have to be beautiful or popular to be true and help you thru.
They are all very precious and none should be thrown away.  
For you’ll need all their understanding to help: see you on your way.


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Predator and Prey

The relationship between predator and prey
is Nature's poetry in motion in its most bittersweet way.
After I posted this poem,
on my desk a cockroach did roam.
I scooped up the little guy in the safety of my closed palm,
then tossed it out my window so its life could live on,
and as it slowly descended with a feather weight glide
a bird preyed upon it as the bird happened to fly by.
That's the one thing that's always troubled me about this great gift of Life.
In order for one to stay alive, other living things must die.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Crow in a Frozen Tree

There is a crow amongst an old bare tree Bereft of cold wind that blows in winter This ancient tree, so bare and surely free The bird is careful not to catch a splinter Softly sitting on the limb of the tree Bereft of cold wind that blows in winter Unlike the outside frigid cold we see By our deep breaths, unlike the bird crowing Softly sitting on the limb of the tree The bird looks like he’s dead, but I’m knowing He lives to breathe the bitter cold as me By our deep breaths, unlike the bird crowing I view the tree thinking that it could be A lot warmer place for the happy bird He lives to breathe the bitter cold as me This bird in a dormant tree looks absurd There is a crow amongst an old bare tree A lot warmer place for the happy bird This ancient tree, so bare and surely free
Russell Sivey


Details | Haiku | |

morning arrives

song breaks the stillness
calling the sun from slumber
dawn chorus begins


Details | I do not know? | |

Flying with Words

I write for the same reason I breathe,
If I didn't I would die,
Without words to express myself,
Life is a broken winged bird that can't fly.

I write my soul down word for word,
I write things I could never say,
Without this method of expression,
I would cry every day.

I try to forget all the regret,
Or else life is mine to miss,
Without saying how I truly feel, 
Then I'll always stay like this.

So I write for the same reason I breathe,
It's so that bird can fly to the sky,
I need to rise higher and higher,
And finally stop asking why.


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Flock

A flock moves as one,
A motion made of small parts:
A living being.


Details | Blank verse | |

Woman and her Birds

She lets out her hand that holds the bird feed Inviting birds to come and take a bite There’s one brave soul that does come on over And he feasts on the seed that she carries Then more and more of them come on to her Some sit on her shoulders, others sit near In her other hand sits more feed for them And they flock there as well to eat some more They eat with a flourish, making a mess Seed falls onto the ground, birds eat there too She’s surrounded totally by these fowl But unafraid she is, loving each heart These birds are her friends, always there for her Never do they judge her or frown on her They are always glad to see her come by They predict her coming and are waiting And she is constantly there on the dot Same time each day she comes with her bird feed Wanting to share it with her lovely friends She’s mesmerized by their tenacity They’re persistent to try and get their food To survive, that is why they are focused And they work at it good pecking the food Surely she loves to share her life with them Nothing will ever tear the birds from her They’ll live forever in her tender heart Even when she is gone and has passed on The birds will still look for her to come there
Russell Sivey


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The punishment of the Paradise

I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.

It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to 
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.

You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they 
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.

Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.

Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Senryu | |

Faster Than the Others

crack the egg
chick embryo in the slime
there's a sign

crack one more
this one's safe to eat I'm sure
chew it fast


Details | Free verse | |

A Little Girl's Peacock

A Little Girl’s Peacock

The vision she must have had
A brightly colored peacock
Many artists saw the magnificent creature
They all spoke of it
Some called it a toucan
Others saw the peacock for what it was
She knew what she wanted
She wanted a beautiful bird
Peacock or toucan she got what she wanted
A beautiful bird that everyone wanted to see
She brought to life the entire spectrum of color
Such time she must have taken
Every feather in place
An eye that had so much life in it
The bird was ready to jump off the canvas
It was ready to take flight through a dense rain forest
How could she have such a talent?
No one taught her
She had the passion in her heart
So strong was her passion that every brushstroke was perfect
It was almost as if she had the bird within her grasp
For her age she made quite an impact
Not one person thought that she was only 8 years old
Such a talent at such a young age
Some called it a miracle
Others called it just a lucky shot
If you ask that little girl
She will tell you that it is just a painting of a peacock
Nothing more, nothing more
Just a peacock painted by a little girl
And that is all that matters


Details | Free verse | |

Hippo and the Dodo

The Hippopotamus and the Dodo Bird wanted to paint pictures on the rocks.
They truly loved what humans did and were called pictographs.
Now the Dodo bird was flighty, so much so, that he could not even fly.
But still he took off all day long, FaLaLa’ing... inspiration for to find.
You see, taking care of business was not the Dodo’s normal state of mind…
He went from pictographs, to inspiration, to finally just running all around.
You might say what he worked for, like himself, will never now be found.
Him like his ideas never came close, you see, to getting off the ground.

The Hippo was so different… as different as he can be…
He wanted to do his best so he went to the Prehistoric University.
The University taught him all the finer things of being alive.
It also taught him pictographs and in the water how to survive.
To him learning was evolving as he painted on the finer art of dance… 
Now all the hippos learn from this, as babies in the water, they do prance…
Today, the pictographs still remain hidden on the underwater cliffs enhanced. 
And with this help… Hippos still become so graceful in their intricate dance.
That even Zoo’s demand their presence and protect them on their land.

The moral to this story is to always do the best you can…
And pay close attention that you do everything very well.
For the Dodo was too flighty to survive even to this day…
But the Hippo is still so very graceful as he dances the day away.


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The march of the penguins

The little penguins march along the ice
Battling against them
The might of the long winter’s crisis 
The small ones under their mother’s bellies they crawl 
Into a world of cold, their eyes opened
Marching weeks and months 
Just to find
Some miracle rough food
The mothers and children stay 
The fathers leave
Walking and marching for miles
And in between 
The Crisis changes into the worse
Where the large bird descends 
Toward the small penguins
The ones who have mothers
Run to them 
While other shield themselves
By squeezing tightly together
As the merciless bird strikes
Some mange to run 
While finally one is caught
In the ugly beast’s claws 
And eventually gets eaten cruelly…
And when the dads come
Some find their sons 
While others
Just endure another crisis similar  
And for some
The dad recognizes his son 
By his or her song
And beautifully they unite again 
The father, mother, son
Stand
Together, proud and remarking 
How beautiful their son is 
And patiently the season changes
Summer comes, the ice melts
In the water they splash and swim 
Day by day 
All of the small penguins
Grow up
Their parents leaving them to a path of their own 
They march again 
How significant and enduring 
I can’t describe how
A penguin really suffers…


 


Details | Couplet | |

Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction


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A Feeding Place

.
Putting up some fresh suet hoping winter's birds will enjoy coming to feed..
Then added some water to the bird baths so there will be drink for them to enjoy..
An hour later the Willow Tree comes alive with color__

two male bluebirds sit
on the edge of bath drinking...
suet eaten fast

Five female Red Cardinals and two males bounce from feeder to tree and 
then to the bird bath. Too soon it is quiet again.  Just a little excitement in an ordinary day..  


Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Mix It Up


Details | Shape | |

A Bird's Eye View of Life

               I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.



                                                            A
                                                         single, 
                                                       little bird,
                                                     is flying high
                                                  above a rainbow.
                                              Even though it is small, 
                                            it believes that everything
                                          can forever be accomplished.
                                        No matter how hard the struggle,
                                     it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
                                    Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
                                  to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
                               the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
                              achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
                             that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
                           The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
                          your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it. 
                        Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.

                                                    


                                                     Dawn D. Kilby 
                                         Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


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Deep Colors of Night


Your song, A Beautiful Child, touched my heart long ago, inspired to love beauty I could never hold, inspired to love beauty from afar. I am the sleepless child who grew tall enough to reach a star. You sang of feelings that remain After the Glitter Fades, and I listened to the sound. Late at night, I dreamed I was Rhiannon, visions kept to myself of a bird in flight, a night bird taken by the wind. Unforgettable songs of love and joy, sorrow and pain, wash over me like Silver Springs, Violet and Blue. The songs from your Book of Miracles lift me on a White-Winged Dove. Feelings of freedom soar in my soul. The higher I fly, the more fragile love becomes, but the heart is strong when we sing. Resilient, I find the courage to carry on, triumph over trials, leather compliments lace. Your voice rings clear like a bell in the still of night. You ask the mirror in the sky, what is love? Bolder with age, I seek to find my own answers. The Gypsy in my soul searches for more. Sometimes, I find my own reflection and a brazen heart. Sometimes, I find an innocent child, shy and unassuming. All of life is lyrics set to music. In the deep colors of night, I hear your voice. for What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Contest ***Stevie Nicks***


Details | I do not know? | |

Demise of the Frail and Assail of the Skies

The bird wanted to fly

But the wind wanted to blow

“Rest now bird”, said the wind

“You now take it down slow,

And let me flow.”

 

The bird accepted thinking it was a request,

And ignored the proud in his words,

She sat down on the branch to rest,

Keeping down her guards,

Unaware of what is next.

 

An hour passed,

But still the wind didn’t stop,

Now the pace became fast,

Now the wind gone, in place was the storm.

 

Unable to stand against it,

The bird felt helpless.

The emergence of automatic persuasion,

Left the bird in stress.

 

Her home is not the ground,

She lives in the sky,

Feeling gloomy and bound,

She doesn’t even try to fly.

 

She stays where she was,

And starts envying the wind,

The kind of power he has,

That brought down even the born free.

Flying is what she loves,

And the feeling of spreading the wings,

Something that cannot be expressed in words,

The beauty can only be felt within,

But when the storm persists on blowing,

The persuasion reminded the bird of a cage.

The feeling of being trapped,

Even turned down the sage,

Within the bird and now a panic engulfed,

Because everything was happening against her will,

And the storm and his manic laugh,

Harassing and shrill,

Dominating over the world with his power.

 

 Now there is water added,

Pouring everywhere from the sky,

So hard that the vision blurry and fade,

The bird now wants to hide.

And so she trusts the woods,

Under the leaves she takes shelter,

Hoping the safe place could,

Understand and help the helpless her.

But today even the trees are of no help,

The rain is too heavy,

No matter where she hides,

Towards her somehow it will glide.

 

A day passed but still the storm wasn’t satisfied,

He kept on blowing,

Kept dominating the little with pride,

But the bird was now over sorrowing,

So, she decided to challenge the flowing.

 

And it seemed like years had passed,

Since the bird took a flight,

Into the blue and those effects that lasted,

Of serenity, luxury and rights.

 

Now the tolerance was coming to an end,

Her loud chirping of frustration speaks,

And so she comes out of the safe place and,

Into the grey she leaps.

 

It’s like, she dares the storm,

Even though she knows it’s futile,

The proud in him confirms,

That the end could be brutal.

But the little now doesn’t care,

She just wants to fly.

 

The storm does see the bird’s hindrance,

But would not understand the heart,

He will do what he wants,

That is what he is doing from the start.

He will choose when to come,

His wish no one can predict,

When his fun will become,

A thing getting vapid,

He’ll spare the imploring planet.

 

 

The rain can be the reason of someone’s laughter,

It can also make one morose.

The torrent of pouring water,

Is also something he does.

If his will says,

It’ll be a shower of delight.

If he wants it to be the other way,

It can become an element of fright.

 

Now after going a mile,

The bird is in terror,

Still the storm being hostile,

And the bird being the bearer.

 

Though she is tired,

But hasn’t lost all hopes,

And so with eyes like angel she desired,

The thoughts of good and optimism.

But when she looked up with faith,

And saw the grey sky,

She fatigue and her pale breath,

But still she flies.

 

“Stubborn she is no less”,

Thinks the storm, and now he the outrageous,

Losing his charge on the rage,

The sky shines a red that’s vicious.

Then from somewhere a lightning bolt,

Suddenly strikes before the bird,

While she runs from the jolt,

Several others in her surround appeared.

She moves carefully,

But the storm is furious,

And he would not stop,

Until he becomes victorious.

 

Then a surprising tremor ripples,

Through her and little’s every part stops,

Down the bird with rush tumbles,

With eyes full of teardrops,

And her vision turns grey,

But did she lose the fray?

 

As the bird, hit the soil,

She remembered a life,

A life that never once gave her the turmoil,

But always love in rife.

Also a light that the bird saw,

When she first opened her eyes,

Now got vacuumed,

Leaving behind the blackness of demise.

 

The storm witnessed the whole saga,

But still he won’t remorse,

A beautiful little lay dead down,

Sometime else, again a creature would morose,

Because the nefarious never bows.


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Glowing Reminiscence

Basking in moonlight,
Old birds remember the nest.
Ruffles my feathers.


Details | Free verse | |

Lorrikeet

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow






I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)


Details | Quatrain | |

The Raven and the Dove

The dark raven’s soulful flight goes singing Where an evening song bird blends in the skies Making flight into the grand wilderness Tender is the dove that goes up and flies The two birds as one entwine together But they are like two different beings The raven so dark and evil attacks While the dove, full of love, counters and sings White brightens around the darkest raven Suffocating the raven’s great powers And takes the life right out of the raven Darkness lost, dove conquers all that cowers Flying, the dove coos in joyful triumph Reaches the death of the raven below Resurrects the bird as a dove, and now They go along together as one show
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Night trail

in the light of darkness
a moon and her stars
faded harshly away
hands of my hours
dwell in their eternal moment
in a time framed ballet

eyes adapted to the dark
mirror miniscule
a mouse into an elephant
the almost invisible night owl
whizzes traceable yet silent
downwards like a celebrant

one small pinched squeak
most pervading affirmation 
of a heavenly nutritious act
down below a different sound
terse trampling of fleeing mouse
a stampede displays life's a fact

once completely paralyzed 
in the midst of the Black Forrest
in breathless adoration since
eternal memories forth live
symphonies nestled in my mind
me and a night owl's secret flirtation

(c) Elly Wouterse
Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Contest Winner Medal
	3	Night trail	Elly Wouterse


Details | Haiku | |

Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

Two images?  Chirp!
Sparrow looks, hits mirror lake
Lake answers with, “splash!”


Details | Free verse | |

My Strength Renewed

Hovering over my body, my soul is liberated, like the caged bird set free, spreading my wings completely separated from the physical world in a timeless state of mind. I float weightless as if in a dream, though I am awake, I do not hear but feel whispering prayers of love, a pure sensation of ecstasy like drippings of warm honey. Voices serenade like angels surrounding me in white, puffy clouds. My soul continues to elevate, a twinkle in the freebird's eye, my soul shines as I soar until the earth is below. Tears well in my eyes from the magnificent beauty of creation and my mouth cries out praises without words. Given true knowledge, I understand my life and purpose beyond the confinement of the physical realm. I am energy...distinct yet one with all. Soaring higher into a radiant light, I am overtaken by brilliance, transported into a greater, indescribable splendor. Encircled by sparkling waterfalls of effervescence, the color of the water, the most vibrant blue I have ever seen. My soul flows, a feeling of pure fluidity like the waters. My eyes are dazzled by the glorious images all around as majestic birds adorned in elegant plumage call my name from cool, gentle breezes. Here, I continue to float in harmony with nature. The shackles of pain and sickness are nonexistent. My spirit dances with the birds on the breeze, the caged bird set free, my soul sings. Charmed by the bright aura engulfing me, I fall into the warmth of the crystal waters beyond the falls. As I sink back into my body, my strength is renewed. I have found my center, at peace and feeling alive for the first time. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 5, 2012 for OBE contest (Catie Lindsey)


Details | Rhyme | |

A letter for you(2)

You must be patient. Look the world and don’t say anything
look at you :The language is source of misunderstanding;
And your rebel golden hair is waving through  
The maze that is golden, too: it will remind you…
I love the round of the wind in the maze.
I love the sound of the breeze, while I gaze
A playtful bird in a the sky an other bird whom run 
-Karen calls this ,challenge, the moments of sun…
Bogardo`s song: “Forests` Fairy, be child again and play with me…”
I saw a green kitten that grew as cat whetting her claws on a tree;
Then ,as Green tigress running a stag in the silent green ;
Impressing dress, swinging long dress lovely waving so green…
This dream ,Daniel ,you may translate at the court of your Queen
You must come back at the same poem,at the same time
I’ll wait for you in the same blessed unforgettable rhyme
Happiness always tip-toes and suddenly brings 
Not only words of optimism, but certain things
Ready to fly with us above the Fallen Crest 
Brave Caryl, the most verses usually unwritten rest
Outside the entrance with many mirrors and wonders.
I’m trying to reply with verses to wonderful senders:
I don’t know why your names as fresh as a daisy                                               
Sound me so familiar that they make me so crazy
To think I learnt your poems by heart once, in the past.
From my monastery called tomorrow, covered by light’s dust
Michael ,you wake up a dream whose echoing like rain 
In my heart's joyous exile, has broken that  chain:
Rapping, tapping, slowly entered my prayer
Taking part to the  River Prayer, my  dear;
But don’t bet on me, because I don’t know if It is written
In the forest to find what you search: I am a silent birch
With the inner song and the feelings of our High Church.
I am the happy lark who meets you, old pelerine Mark
I found …!I found good earth. I’m resting now on this Ark.
From swirled clouds ,the splendid lasting mark
Is hold in frozen seasons and forests dark?
As secret flame of love of life ,of kiss  Of Mark 
Admiring the flight of birds and, the song of the lark;
I stayed a lot and meditated in a hot milk afternoon:
Sue’s  dunes like shapes of acratered 
moon .                                                                       


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Once Along Time Ago

    Once along time ago, when I was only 3,
    I was sitting on my lawn, and a bird sat on
    my knee, He sang a song of Au tum , and then went
    his merry way,I often stop and think about ,that very
    spec ail day. For I swore I saw that same old bird sitting
    on my lawn and he was singing and singing that same
    old lovely song.

    Did he know who I was ?
    Did he remember me?
    Did he know that years ago
    He sat upon my kn


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A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


Details | Free verse | |

existentialism

1.	EXISTENTIALISM


And there a bird lay
Blood dripping off tips of feathers
Wounded with glazed eyes

And the passerby filed pass
An angry little boy 
Venting concentrated anger 
Of a decade, a lifetime
Kicked it

It rolled forward
And off onto the railway line
The will to live extinguished
Yet on its heart beat
Its big small heart
And on its lungs pumped oxygen

It flicked its wings
Flicked its eyelids in the blazing sun
Its babies long past gone
Seeking their own worms
In more fertile soil

The boy mocked
Stared with bright brown 
Conquering eyes in wonder
At the dull dying will
Threw a stone, missed
Tried to touch shimmering feathers
The throbbing body with
Long conquering fingers

Then ran off
The bird died with moist eyes
Dripping blood

Anger escaped
An unnecessary death.



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Book Worm Haiku

     Book Worm Haiku

Books fall to forest 
Birds sing, feed on strange worms green
Knowledge, thoughts consumed 


Details | Verse | |

It Breathes


I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.

It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
 Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
 They are waiting for me to
Go.  But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.

You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings 
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life

As the tide comes and it goes.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Haiku | |

Blue Jay Chill

       Blue Jay Chill


Snow covers blue jay 

Swallow winters up, ice forms 
 
Both merge, beneath, cold


Details | Lyric | |

HOW CAN A BIRD THAT WAS BORN FOR JOY SIT IN A CAGE AND SING

The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there.
The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling,
The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!

The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest,
The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond,
The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest,
Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond.

My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!
Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage
So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.


Details | Free verse | |

An Autumn Day

My racing mind of confused thoughts

And things that I could not fix,

Pushed me out of doors today.

A little walk under bright blues skies

May keep frustrated tears at bay.

 

The wooded trail, trees arched above,

The flutter of quietly falling leaves.

A fiery carpet beneath my feet, the leaf-covered path winds.

The rustle and crunch of leaves

Drowns out the worries in my troubled mind.

 

The chilly fall breeze, the fragrance of dying leaves,

Will help to clear my head.

So I walk along, kicking up the colorful patchwork

And simply daydream instead.

 

A scurry of tiny creatures sneaking beneath the leaves,

A comical hopping bird searching for hidden seeds, a

Flutter as the hungry bird takes wing.

A low releasing sigh...

Oh the wonderful calm a beautiful autumn day can bring.


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A Joyous Trek

A Joyous Trek 

An afternoon spent walking the trails
Nature triumphs where city life fails
A short drive to Wapanocca Refuge today
had to let my inner child out to play

First trail snaked out to a lovely pond
saw the ducks of which I am so fond
Up around another very scenic bend
two deer bolted as if we were not friends

This cool day had the turtles out sunning
the squirrels playing, the lizards a running
All seemed to be listening to Nature's tune
Mid July felt like cool morn in early June

A trek to ease a tired body and soul
serenity realized , sweet joy the goal

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2014 

http://www.fws.gov/wapanocca/

Wapanocca NWR located 20 miles northwest of Memphis, Tennessee, 
in Crittenden County, Arkansas was established in 1961 to provided
habitat for migrating and wintering waterfowl. The refuge is located 
four miles west of the Mississippi River and protected from the river
 by the river levee. Prior to establishment of the refuge, it was the
 site of the Wapanocca Outing Club which was formed in 1886. This was
 one of the oldest and most prestigious hunting clubs. The club managed
 for waterfowl and most of the lake was set aside as a waterfowl 
sanctuary. 

Today the refuge literally stands as a wildlife oasis in an 
agricultural sea. An excellent diversity of habitat exists comprised
 on mainly agricultural land, bottomland hardwood forest, early stage
 reforested hardwoods, open water and flooded cypress/willow swamp. 
Thirty small field impoundments totaling 190 acres have been developed
 for waterfowl in the agricultural area. Because of its strategic 
location in the heart of the Mississippi Flyway and the diverse 
habitat, the refuge is a prime wintering area for migratory waterfowl 
and a major stopping place for migrating warblers. Bald eagles, great
 blue herons, great egrets and anhingas nest on the refuge.


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Spring

As she lay on her knees
surounded by the these brown clored leaves 
she gazed up high
so high 
it was like she
was floating above
the sky
but a cold breeze 
soon sent
sievers down her spine
shaking it off
she picks up
a dandi lion
she made her wish and threw it
sending it flyinging in the wind
the birds whistling
in sync
she starts to sing
you see
its not autum anymore 
its spring
no more autum leaves
just a  warm summer breeze


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little bird

7:22 AM  13 Oct 2014

Little bird looking through my window pane
I can hardly believe you are back again

Twittering hopping and turning your head
Asking me for a piece of bread

Your song so lovely your dance a delight
And how wonderful it is to see you in flight

Sing for your bread and dance your jig
Here is your bread and a piece of fig

Your reward is food and a delighted smile
And mine is to be entertained for a little while

I treasure your visits my dear sweet friend 
As you return time and again

I will never forget that you trusted me first
And came to me at the dawns burst

Looking through my window pain
Singing and dancing for food again and agian


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When The Wheel Will Have Rolled Miles

When the wheel will have rolled miles,
When wrinkles shall deck the brow,
The thoughts of today shall linger
Behind the door of the mind.

What place do the cliffs hold,
When the mountains are no more?
To what heights can the eagle fly,
If its wings are too frail?

How do the hailstones coalesce,
When rain is no more?
Why does the bird sing,
When spring is past by?

The leaves would wear out,
The stories would end,
But the spirited mind shall live;
Clinging to the scent of the erstwhile Spring,
The bowed shoulder shall thrive.

Cues of immaculate tresses
Shall outdo the course of life,
But within, shall glow like the lava red,
The desire to live on.

When words shall fail,
When the fingers shall tremble,
When folds shall wreck the skin,
The blood of life shall flow on still.

But when the singing bird shall die,
When the eagle can no more fly,
Wake up, high-spirited mind!
Live your life again;
With whatever left of yourself,
Stand upright, unbowed to the pillars of the Dark!
O depressed soul, the tresses are not yet white!
Look into the mirror
And hark at the gleam in those eyes!
Don’t they speak of life?

I, the youth speaks
Knowing not your condition,
Knowing not your pains.
My words are but fruitless:
Like the sterile flower that but blooms,
Oblivious to its age.


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To Ever Young Spring

To Ever Young Spring

O enchanting flavor, of the beautiful Spring
Why you always look, so different to    me
Seasons come and seasons go, every year
But why only the Spring, enchants everyone

Why the mind get lost by the flavor of Spring
Even birds returns from their migrating hides
Why sweet sensations runs in human hearts
Why life began to look so different in Spring

Why the Koyal* keep on singing and singing
Why the smell of Mango buds creates thrills in mind
Where on earth this intoxicating wine is being made
Which sweeps away our mind and heart in Spring

And where in Nature the nectar of Spring is hidden
Which intoxicates humans, birds and even animals
Why in Spring,  images began to appear gradually
On the other wise sleeping, but turning pages of  life

The Butterflies are flying from the top of the flowers
To invite Black bee and others  to enjoy the Spring
What ever may be the stage of life in which, one may be
In the season of Spring only, one feels young and evergreen

Why my mind has started searching on its own
Sensing the dawn of the season of Spring near by
Why even in our life, we find some day that even in Spring
Even the enchanting fragrance too began to feign oneday

Why the mind cheated and illusion by seasons
Becomes anxious and began to feel young again 
By watching the new born leaves on every trees
And finding them dancing with breeze in Spring

Why the singing of Koyal’s * kuhoo*  kuhoo*
Leaves the impression of some anguish always
Silently the heart keeps on searching throughout the year
The grandeur and melody of the Spring singer

When the childhood has ever come back again
And when the youth has ever returned, once gone
Only on the pages of our memories and in our hearts
Their fragrance remain always alive and ever young


Ravindra

Kanpur India  2nd March 2010 


* Koyal .  A spring bird of India which sings mainly in Spring
   While setting on the Mango tree branches
* Kuhoo Kuhoo . the melody song of the Spring bird 
   Similar to that of the Nightangale of John Keats


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Birds on the Wall

Moving her hands She forms a bird One that flies high Taking her precious hat This bird shadow wins Over her own Where she is weak The bird is massive He sits on the top of the wall Looking down She hears a chirp The shadow with a hat Produced sound Out of its formed beak Then the girl creates She creates many more bird shadows Now they flock Within the walls Of the living room All looking at her With a desire To sit on her shoulder And chirp As they all can She leaves them there While she leaves the room The birds disappear Out from her imagination Dissipated at once With her Nonchalant departure
Russell Sivey


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Day Dreamin

As I turn around a blue bird hums a song
Of beauty for all to hear and enjoy
It cheers the dreamer that sings along
Oh what can it mean to be so full of joy?

There is no darkness around to cry over
And the shadows of life have gone a dew
Only a world of happiness lives forever
And tears are ever counted as a few.

What can it mean to day dream and be free
Just to hear those melodies of happy cheer
I kept on thinking what am I doing that I can’t see
Then I said “goodbye to all that I know and fear.”

Hey! Then mercy to the band that plays
Listen to the gang and understand the sound
It is too easy to hear the bird that prays
We were born to search for replies unfound.

Someway somehow time goes on without fate
It was only yesterday that life was new
How I remember when answers were first rate
Maybe it is just another pleasant view.

I looked back to see if the blue bird still sang
And saw that he had flown away 
His beautiful song left a mark that ever rang
It was six o’clock and time ended for the day.


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Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

Smooth rounded rocks hold
In deep water, age slows, forms
Birds follow ripples

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest


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Save the Words

Save the Words shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon there's time to change the train you're riding and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold because what's worth feeling is worth finding oh please save the words, just save the words a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and these days some don't know what to fight for when what is right today is wrong tomorrow and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others and these days we don't know what to fight for save the words, save the words place them in a golden basket of wheat and watch flowers burst forth wild and free from the golden serenity a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and one day we shall find the meaning in love so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words oh save the words, please save the words and united the world stands to revolve in gold on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic because with joy we can swing forth with the gift of a smiling world just save the words, save the words: understanding, acceptance, and tranquility


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River Theft - Haiku

River Theft – Haiku

Predator bird swoops
Bug dodges down to river
Trout bites, swallows whole 


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First Flight

The bird took off into the sky,
Spreading it's wings for flight. 
A gentle breeze eased it higher,
Yet further from the ground.
The mother bird gazed on intently,
Protective of it's young.

The bird was gaining height so fast,
It's mum now a mere dot.
The older birds flew up above, 
Swooping and diving for fun.

The bird looked down in anxious fear,
At the houses far below.
Never had it been so very high, 
That people looked so small.
To him they were now tiny blobs,
Not bigger than him any more.

The breeze around him suddenly ceased,
And the bird started drifting down.
The people below were no longer blobs,
And his mother was entering view.
As he was swooping back down to the nest,
He took one last glance above.
Still the older birds were playing, 
Not a single care in the world.
They hadn't to worry, they hadn't to work,
For they had already learnt to fly.


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Life is a bird

This life is a bird and we are it's feathers  
This bird becomes strong and withstands all  weather 
It's wings expand wider when we  stick together 
Then this bird we call life takes us much further


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The Snow

The snow doth fall upon my face

with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6

The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate

The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water 

And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway

I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street

Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway

She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice

I call back,"Merry Christmas".


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Absentee

A flaming red sun cast purple
Against the foggy morn.
A pale gray sky now awakened
By sunlight and adorned

The symphony in the valley
Rises swiftly 'pon cool air
Unmatched by Mockingbird's singing
Then Crows take up their dare

Back and forth the melodies sound
They entertain one soul
While most run and race about life
Trying to gain control

The bright illuminance shines forth
As the sun tops the trees
Another day has begun its 
March, night an absentee   


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The Thought::An Exception

A bird in the free air of the sky
A ship in the still sea
Both ply so fast and soon
That in no time they can
                        reach the moon.

A bird in the murky sky
A ship in the violently raged sea
Both turn so slowly
That a beetle  can creep
                         more swiftly.

The thought in happiness
       Plucks flowers in paradise;
The thought in sadness
       Loops in the cold hands
                of dead land .

The heaven is far, 
The dead land is far,
The thought thus goes far
To make happiness better,
The sadness, bitter.


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Made

A bird can soar by nature
if wings were clipped 
he would still be a bird
or would he.

limited to "opposite his instincts"
he would become ashamed
if he knew what was expected
Grounded.

When our wings are clipped we
are labled and segregated
not human by category
something else, something pitiful.

Looked upon as less of a whole by appearance
No empathy, no sympathy, just disgust
and the Poster-human of what never to become,
a bird that can't fly.


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little melodious reminders in harmonic union haiku

many birds remind
despite life there is a song
so why not take heed....


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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.


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Singing in the sun

Some birds sing in the sun
Others sail through storms
Some folks were born to have fun
Others to slave in many forms

As I sit on this stone of introspection
Staring into the pool that is the world
Do I see the reflection of success
Or just another form of madness?


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Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them


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Pigeons Out Of Place

            Pigeons Out Of Place

Pigeons, sit on cold bronze heads                                
Relieve themselves all day and night for spite               
Fallen soldiers have no say, they are dead                   

Dirty birdies on branches don’t look right                           
They belong on buildings, rusted statues                      
Cold soldiers are toilets on scheduled flights                

Among the people in their human view                                      
Sitting on the park bench doling out bread                                
Man yawns, while birds bob heads when they are through         
                                      
All of God’s good creatures need to be fed               
Even filthy pigeons that tarnish things                                                                                                  
When food is finished, parties head for bed                

In the morning the birds of nature sing      
Pigeons decorate bronze soldiers like kings 
   

Created on 9/08/14 for Terza Rima (About anything you like) Poetry Contest                                                                         
                                                              


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My three little birds

Dove Robin Chickadee
All are in the same species
All are dear to me


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The lost bird

Like a bird trying to find a home in the woods 
but they are getting destroyed 
by the machines 

Like a river wanting to flow into the ocean
only to be blocked 
by the walls

Like the feeling of wanting to do what is right
and getting stopped
by the mind

I just want to be free, I just want to be free, I just want to be free

Fly away and see the whats around

Lost I may be, but I don't want to be found

Silent like the flap of a wing I wont make a sound

Let me be free, Let me be free, Let me be free 

I can find want I need to survive on my own
but could use any help
from time to time

My eyes can see from very far away
but could use a guide
every here to there

I am a lost bird on my own big journey
and this is one thing 
I will never forget, That

I am free, I am free, I am free


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Heart's Weather

The black bird sat down on a branch of the tree,
Fluttering with the long wings above my head.
The sun hid away behind the peak slowly,
Leaving dreams and troubles of this day unsaid.

My empty room greeted me with faint murmur,
Curtains cut me off from curious neighbors.
The moon lit the stars; winds brought the good weather, 
Only my heart is full of clouds and showers.

Coffee in the small, fragile cup cooled long ago.
Like an insensitive stone, the phone seems to be.
My heart cries silently to express its sorrow.
Cold winds, and storms, and tearfall. It’s only me…

When the bird appears tomorrow and the sun,
When coffee cools again and my fears come back,
I’ll pray for a much more favorable season
With optimal temperature, without clouds in black.

But now I am like a spring tree that can’t blossom
For the frost inside I feel. I can’t fall asleep.
The wind strength and the rolling thunders are awesome.
Now I can only dream my forlorn dreams and weep…


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crows

Crows
By- Manuel Martinez




The morning rays are what I’m told a blessing for today Well, 
I’ve been lied to.
Morning’s hell and the afternoon a drag
Out of tricks and broke like bricks
I can’t brag.
Over and done with evening’s dare
No rings with strings 
So you won’t stare.
Walking past building blocks
And speedy clocks
I came across a crow.
Without stopping walked with shock and awe
This crow moved none at all.
Standing Center Street like one of a kind
With moving cars swerving and curving 
It seemed this bird had one thing on mind,
Dying. 
I felt the same and thought what a shame but
Why a crow’s view is but a mirror cracked
So why didn’t I think of that.
What a small cage and corner the bird is trapped
It saw when life was snapped.
Truth came with proof without a say
Aren’t we all crows in some way?
Looking for loves, hopes, dreams and futures in
Empty places,
The suites and boots are but a crow’s cowardly place
And with that said 
Crows are us through broken glass.
And so,
Many years of passing
 I still wonder of that bird on the center street
With cage and corner.
Did it survive and endure the hard labor of life or simply wither into nothing like the 
fallen leaf
Off a hollow tree?
I myself being a crow have lived through spaces
And spaces of 
Time and places 
Like a bad book of empty
Pages.
Are you a crow?


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Pint Size Haiku

     Pint Size Haiku

Cast baby finch, flight

Against shoots, green bamboo, shade

Water, measures cold


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Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 






Comments:
An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...


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Leaving The Nest

The little birds all left the nest
Momma sits and can finally rest
The love she gave was all she had
Showing them what was good and bad
They're on their own, they won't look back
But they'll heed Momma's wisdom when life attacks 


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existentialism

1.	EXISTENTIALISM


And there a bird lay
Blood dripping off tips of feathers
Wounded with glazed eyes

And the passerby filed pass
An angry little boy 
Venting concentrated anger 
Of a decade, a lifetime
Kicked it

It rolled forward
And off onto the railway line
The will to live extinguished
Yet on its heart beat
Its big small heart
And on its lungs pumped oxygen

It flicked its wings
Flicked its eyelids in the blazing sun
Its babies long past gone
Seeking their own worms
In more fertile soil

The boy mocked
Stared with bright brown 
Conquering eyes in wonder
At the dull dying will
Threw a stone, missed
Tried to touch shimmering feathers
The throbbing body with
Long conquering fingers

Then ran off
The bird died with moist eyes
Dripping blood

Anger escaped
An unnecessary death.



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The Birds

They say that life is one big mile,
measured by the increments you choose.
If I ever met a cat who went by feet,
I'd like him to take a walk 
in my doozin' shoes.
Cuz' the bird outside my window told me
life's too short to fret and give a damn;
told me it's all about the inches,
anything past is but a ripple in the sand.

There's something to be said about the birds, they fly
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly
The bird's fly high, and kiss the sky
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly.

They say that life is one big labyrinth,
it's all about the corridors you choose.
If I ever met a frog who found his pad,
I'd like to take a walk in his
oh so salient shoes.
Well, the bird outside my window told me 
life's too short to fret and give a damn.
Told me to play my own music, all the bird's
know life's just one enormous jam.

There's something to be said about the birds, they fly
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly
The bird's fly high, and kiss the sky
there's something to be said about the birds, they fly.


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I Flee from the Storm


I could wish to see down but I choose to see up.
I step to the well to take a drink from life’s cup.
All I leave behind become the pieces I discard,
Life becomes easier where once it was hard.

The sun filters through some gray clouds in the sky.
Snowflakes drift downward from a place way up high.
They blanket the ground making it fresh and new,
I see only my tracks as I start to walk through.

I gaze upon a bird looking for food on the ground,
I stand and watch quietly, without making a sound.
It takes it's beak and brushes the snow aside,
Below the surface is where the food does hide.

At first the bird finds nothing but simply doesn’t give in.
The snow is like a haystack the bidd looking for a pin.
As the bird keeps digging it finally starts to sing,
The clock on the bell tower begins to ring.

It is almost like the bell says it’s time to eat.
the bird doesn't give up and knows not of defeat.
As I watch this process I think there is this I learn
To get what you need, you seek out what you yearn.

Suddenly a squirrel comes and joins in at the feast.
The bird looks at him funny like some sort of beast.
There seems some commotion and the bird flies away.
It seems that the squirrel sent the bird on its way.

It seems rather simple yet there is a lesson inside.
There still remains food uinder the surface it hides.
It took a little work but it was always buried below,
Dig past the surface and the treasure will show.

I start to feel cold so I turn back for home.
I follow my tracks the same way I shall roam.
I get back inside where it is cozy and warm,
I find some shelter and flee from the storm.


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Early morning song

Dawn broke early one late fall morning 
A male cardinal bird came a calling
His chirps were so loud and excitable 
His color was a blaze of fire 
I could’t help but admire 
He moved quickly from limb to limb 
Where contuied to sing that sad hymn 
I know he was longing for his mate
At that time I began to relate 
His heart was unsettled 
While he looked through the trees so thickly settled 
The mate he loved had gone away 
Making that his worse day 
Bird’s mate for life 
He could never take on a new wife
It’s a sad song we all sing at one time 
But to watch him so furiously had to be unkind 
Nature has its way of healing pain
So mourning, even for a bird is not in vain 




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Love dies

I have felt the sting of your hurtful words 
I have cried a thousand tears
I have lived to long in your world
I have tried to change you for fifteen years

You used your anger to control 
Your hands to hit not to love me
Now you want to know why I have to go
Why I want to be free

Now it is over and done 
you want me back promising you will do right
But I hung on to long
I don't want you to hold me tight

I wish sometimes we could have had a good marriage
But our love died long ago
You wanted to treat me like a little bird and lock me in a cage
Well this little bird has to spread her wings don't you know


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King Emperor

There is a bird among all species
which is of royal kingship
spending half their life under water
as their wings evolve to flip

Countershaded dark and white plumage
such a distinctive featured form
fed on various types of sealife
caught underwater through many a storm

Found mainly in the cold climate
can survive temperatures below zero
snow and freezing weather a plenty
this wonder bird is my hero

The king emperor Penquin
largest among it's kind
such a beautiful creature
created special in my mind


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out there: the macaw and the hound

somewhere out there

a basset hound lives in the same house as a

macaw.

 

the gorgeous tropical bird,

bearing its staggeringly spectacular array of

intensely prepossessing &

polychromasiac

hues,

dominant in the household as an exotic

spectacle

whose mere presence in a non-tropical environment

pulls in the curious onlooker.

 

it stands upon its little

perch,

staring down at the hound---

the perpetually sad looking,

perfect model of evolution

(wherein the imperfections of natural selection can be seen in its

extremely long ears that touch the ground, its stubby legs that are far too

short for its body, etc.---one can make the argument that the poor basset hound

has not been fortunate to lose such ridiculous traits as of yet),

stands almost teary eyed

with its neck bent at an angle,

looking straight up in the direction of the macaw

its feeble attempt is noticed by the majestic bird.

 

cawing down at the hound,

the bird baffles---

the hound,

whose name is derived from the french adjective for

“rather low,”

ponders the bird’s exchange,

wondering if it is ridiculing &

taunting it for being such a sort of, um,

mistake---

it spends little time deciding &

barks back at the bird in its bellowing manner.

 

in the already unnatural cage the human owners of these two

creatures,

a new animal kingdom of two has arisen---

the hounds knows not what to make of this bright colored bird &

the bird,

rather unaffected by the odd character

way

down

there

below,

seems to enjoy the pandering back & forth,

as if in a conversation

where the both of them are understanding mutually the exchange that is

occurring.

 

and while the insanity of the macaw & the hound persists

(the hound bellowing & the macaw trying to mimic the bellow in an

effort to see how the hound’s day is going),

these two animals come to a consensus

that together in such a situation

they are both equally out of their element &

a new bond is formed,

an allegiance, if you will,

wherein psittacidae & canidae

have found common ground---

 

resist these humans at all costs.


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Of Fiery Gold

Strands of fiery gold awake the sleepy bird
From a slumber deep and dream filled.
It’s time to sing the notes never heard
To a group, wide-eyed and would-be thrilled.

The morning rises before too long
Leaving promises of a new tomorrow in the dust,
And there’s no time for it to settle, so just play along
Pretending that in the day you trust.

Once the sky has softened
With swirls of delicate white cotton
And the sun has hanged a frame
Dipped in blood orange flames
The new bird knows it’s time to fly
Away to pass on the fleeting cry
Of a widow’s final goodbye

Strands of fiery gold disappearing far from sight
Signal to the night bird 
That it is close to reaching midnight.
Sing us all a lullaby, we will find the words

When tomorrow comes to us again
The melody will remain
And everything will be the same
Except for that which changed


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Stay outta my life!

Personally it's time for you to give me
my space and let me breathe, your
crowding my space and I realize
that as hard as it is, you need to let 
your daughter begin to build her own 
life; it's time for you to face the fact
that your babygirl isn't a baby anymore
and you have more concerns for your
daughter than you ever did for your
son but like a bird that must let her 
baby bird fly from the nest an de-
fend for themselves you must let me do
the same but as much as I hate to 
say this but to need to stay outta my 
life to let me blend and become, with what you told 
me is the real world. You won't always
be here to withhold your motherly duites
for this moment though I know it's
alot to ask from you, I have a life 
to live too and I need to move on with
it also, stay outta my life, not forever
but only long enough to give me room 
to show you that I have matured into the
young woman you wanted me to be.


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FLY, BABY, FLY

broken spirit and wings,
this bird no longer sings.
forgotten are the days of intoxicating flight,
replaced with fears of another fight.

this was a day much like any other,
but this time the lightening force of his punches created thunder.
through watery eyes and rain-stained glass, she began to see.
as she molted transparent skin and grew thick feathers, she prepared to flee.

like embracing the change of seasons, she embraced new insight.
she learned her own husband made her wings less bright.
visions of the sun on her back as she soared above the situation
gave her the perspective to no longer tolerate victimization.

you see, this bird can't be caged; her wings are too bright.
her mind bends bars as she exercises foresight.
i know because she sings to our kids every night.
fly, baby, fly


Details | I do not know? | |

For The Birds

I heard from this girl,
not too long ago,
but, her words seemed to furl
the joy that used to flow.
So, I listened carefully,
as she went on to tell me
about an air-borne bully
and the ruin of her glee.
She said, one day, out of the blue,
while she was busy outside
feeling all white-washed and new,
a bird crapped on her so she cried.
Well, I just had to smile
as I went on to explain,
the bird wasn't evil or vile,
it's intent wasn't to cause pain;
it was a sign from the heavens,
bestowing it's favour upon her,
that it actually enleavens,
and she should've seen it with humour.


Details | I do not know? | |

If We Stop to See

As the dew silkens the quiet grasses
And the gentle breeze slowly looms through the woods
A dark bird flitters to life from a lone branch
Its eyes a glossy black reflecting a round horizon
The nippy clicks of it golden beak silence the chirping bugs
Warm currents billow through the breeze
As the sun slowly creeps from the black
And the sky colors itself with hues of reds and blues

The bird shakes its wings and seems to dance
While he tests the strength of the branch
A few strokes through the air
And his golden claws let go
He is off soaring high into the sky 
Until he is nothing more than a dark speck
That vanishes in the unreaching distance


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Small Bird s Nest

Small birds use dry grass to build their nest
With perseverance they've done their best
Small shade protects rain, wind and sunlight
Easily live material life, happiness is in mind


Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Bird Of Happiness

It's funny, how the first precious gift you've given me
Had coincided with a certain song I keep hearing.
I always started dreaming
Of seeing you again,
After I made our friendship disappear for two years.
I went from crying tears of sadness
To tears of gladness.

The skies and the seas are always my true blues,
Seas that were as deep as me missing you,
And the sky
Is where the gift that came from you
Flew away.
It came back to me spiritually
And it's given me my old strength again.

My memories of me and you
Shall never end,
Because I know, that no matter where I go,
My blue bird of happiness will always
Show me the way back
To where we last left track of each other.

Now I truly feel that we are best friends for real.
Seems like we'll be friends forever,
If we are not
Then I will always keep my most prized treasures.
Because you were one of my bestest friends.
Thank you, my friend
For my blue bird of happiness.


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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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A Money Pot

A man was frightened and entered into a room,
He fell in the corner and touched a broom,
He read that wording to touch a middle pot,
You can get some money that’s I have lot.

When he touched a pot it grew up a tree,
Please pour me water otherwise you aren’t free.
He picked a pot and starts to search water,
When he found a well he heard a loud laughter,

I need someone’s blood if you need pot water,
Otherwise don’t blame me I have a man slaughter,
He suddenly saw a bird and thought to kill him,
But bird said, you can slaughter me first go and tell him.

He told him to the well, I have a bird to kill,
Do you accept the blood that is only my thrill?
Mice heard the talk and he got a shock,
Why is he killing a bird, he has blood hoick?

Why is your heart n’t kind and have no mercy?
Please forgive him a bird I have a clue courtesy,
I can cut your wein you can donate blood to a well,
I am offering my friendship, that’s my thrill.

He was happy to donate blood and got water a pot,
When he poured water to a tree he laughed lot,
A big fish eats a little never have a mercy thought,
Friendship can solve a problem that’s my money pot.


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death of a little bird

outside the picture window
which provided pleasure to the
aging couple
whose days of raising their own 
children
were long gone in the past,
a mother blue jay had two babies &
the couple watched the whole thing
emerge,
for the nest had been built
in the lilac tree
which had been planted years ago
right beneath the window.

one day, the red squirrel, 
whom the family dog had been
chasing for such a long time,
the two had become something of
a morning novelty,
had climbed up the tree &
killed one of the babies while
its mother wasn’t home.

when the couple discovered that the
baby had been killed,
as some remnants were left which could
be seen from the window,
they were quite distraught to say the least
&
the death of the little bird kept them up
late at night for the next few nights.

while the old woman pleaded with “god,”
proclaiming “why! why! why!” when 
she got up in the middle of the night,
as if one of her own children had died,
the old man told her that it had been 
evolution which dealt with the matter---
mother bird had not built the nest 
high enough, and so the red squirrel 
had been able to get at the new babies.

the old woman pleaded with her husband,
saying that red squirrels didn’t even eat meat!
&
the old man said that they did,
she just hadn’t seen them, or perhaps the
squirrel just never got so lucky---
“they got to get their protein somewhere,”
he said, 
then she went on saying that the squirrel 
could get that from nuts &
so it went on & on.

after a few days went by
the large rat traps in the garage coupled with
the large wads of peanut butter used by the 
old man
to lure in the squirrel,
did in fact succeed in killing it &
the old woman then felt justified. 

‘“god” wanted him dead,” she said &
the old man, carrying the trap with the squirrel’s
neck broken & bloody, ready to hurl the whole
thing in the woods remarked with a smile,
“no---
evolution dealt with the matter.”



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Formation

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
 
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends
 
I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know
 
Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance
 
To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend
 
Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent
 
From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned
 
So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 
thus the secret person within might come to know
 
Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice
 
Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I
 
Source : Song of Solomon
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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In the Garden

A lovely bird 
Of brown, in the garden 
Once lost in the field of grieves 
Has picked up the threads of life 
Now her mind rejoicing
Enjoying the last hour 
Of summer joy

A lovely bird 
Of brown, in the garden 
Humming songs 
Of olden lullabies 
While, happily breast feeding 
The exact replica 
Of mine

A lovely bird 
Of brown, in the garden
Staring the fruit of eternal love
His purple-violet like color of skin
The jolly, warmth of his flesh 
And sweet smell
Really, the pride of her beauty

A lovely bird
Of brown, in the garden
Where her evergreen angel’s trumpets 
The arrival of heir to the silvery quill
Whisper my name to the passing wind
As I came, to embrace them
With love and care 


 


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The Caracaras and The Carafe

There were once three Caracaras; who sought water of a carafe.  
The first thought to use it to bathe a big giraffe, 
but found the vessel very small for indeed the giraffe was so very tall.  
The second thought to use the water to brew a giant wild game stew, 
but alas there was not enough; so with this task he was through~ 
the third bird was dying of thirst and sought of but three drops… 
Alas, the water in the carafe had evaporated holding less than one mere drop…  
The bird became distraught and sucked upon some rocks.  
However, she held the carafe for it began to rain and 
she would soon gain her fill of more than a mere drop. 



Moral: A little patience goes a long way when one works with what you’ve got ;-)


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On Birds

On Birds 
A New Poem 
Bye Charles(the charlax) Hice 
  
Title:   On Birds 
  
How many species.       How many genus. 
How many categories.   How many bird stories. 
My poetry is simple. 
And eye am Godly. 
A Sparrow came to me. 
Did God make them ugly. 
Without a doubt they have no hands, to grasp with. 
A Sparrow is NOT a lizzard. 
They do NOT slither. 
They Fly.A Lizzard has no wings they slither. 
A Sparrow has wings and he can fly, no hands, 
a beak with which to speak and eat. 
They eat enough. 
Eye have seen a bird who eats too many seeds. 
It was not eye. 
Eye am a Sparrow,see me fall, 
but not all of me. 
Eye can complete my destiny. 
Mye Love will rest me. 
She is sweet. 
A Violet One. 
-- 
charlesrhice@ 
www.poetrypoem.com/charlax 


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Native

A little Bird,
Moved for living,
He had chosen a tree,
When he saw his native man.

He didn’t frightened,
He welcomed him and sang a song,
Tried to fragrant his love,
And danced on the branches.

One day a guest came,
And parked his car under the tree,
When he saw the bird droppings
He stared into the man’s eyes.

He felt insult,
He had decided to cut down the tree,
He didn’t notice,
Baby birds are growing in the nest,

Tree fell down on his mouth,
They cut the branches in pieces,
When a cat saw the little birds,
They were hiding for their life.

A Man was standing in front,
He didn’t stop them,
He provoked her,
Innocents were her taste.

A bird was crying above the shade,
He noticed, a dog, cat and man,
Everyone was dumb and deaf,
No bird came back to sing them a song.

















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A Crow In A Jupiter Tree

It was a cold, windy but cloudless day
There was a Crow in a Jupiter tree
He cried out as if he was mocking me.
This morn, the day my mother passed away.

Death -death this godless creature seemed to say
With dead black eyes, my face he seemed to stare 
This gaze cut deep to my heart, left it bare.
Fly from here, demon bird with squawk so gray.

Be not a messenger of death I pray.
From window, the last sound my mother heard, 
Was the call to die from this evil bird.
On dark wings this scavenger of deaths prey.

Such callous, heartless, evil bird this Crow
To steal from me, her ever loving soul.


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A Soulful Serenade


My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade...

The white cap mountains open
Its door..

While each snowflake shimmer
Through the wind

Singing the sweetest melody that
Flow through the mountaintops

Such infinite harmony with such
Sweet emotion..

Felt and heard through all the land

Yearning for a romance of that of
Romero and Juliet..

The melody in tune with a love
Serenade

As the turtle dove dance to the
Lullabies of love..

My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade..


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For Lost Ones

I am the incarcerated bird wanting freedom
The one thing my soul was taken from
I am the mourners of lost loved ones
Whether it was a father or a son
I am the ones without a voice
Given the option but not a choice
I am the ones who scream in silence
The ones accused but committed no violence
I am the ones who have fallen from grace
The ones who will vanish without a trace
I am the ones who have found peace and serenity
I am that incarcerated bird who will be set free


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A Bird of Love

Love is a white bird that needs to fly
Moving its wings, shining high up in the sky
It flies to the angels 
and it makes them cry,
It makes them cry happy tears
That will never die,
This bird spreads happiness to all our hearts
And this bird will never break us apart
But if it fell
Love will end 
And our life will turn into hate
and we'll live to pretend...









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Attitude

I saw a bird perched in my willow tree
His song seemed to be mocking me
My mood somber as I awakened today
Not quite sure why I feel this way
Hoping this mood will not overflow
Must change this attitude this I know
While  listening to the song of a bird
Force a smile as I think to myself this is absurd
Have so much to be happy for
Get it together and get out that door
The rest of the day is better now 
A bird with his song showed me how


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JOY

JOY 

I have found more than one of them. 
I do not care for pigeons. 
They are not doves. 
I leave them where they fall. 
I pick up every dove I find. 
I do not hear them call. 
I do not leave them where they lay. 
I do not bury them. 
I pick them up and I place them all. 
I do not think it sin. 
There is no weight left in a bird. 
(just litenessness my friend) 
That has no life within it. 
A bird without meat in it, 
{"ewe knoe",Whiteflower;again--:D 
A bird is just [a thing]a spirit given form, 
a small part of GOD. 
Parme--saw the sparrow fall. 


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passages are possibilities

~~~~~possible reference to , " bird flu " ?~~~~~~~~

..........ps 91:3........

    " surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler , 
       and from the noisome pestilence..."

if we translate this into today's language , it would read like this.....
.....from the snare { trap or tempt } of the fowler { any bird used for food }
and from the noisome { injurious to health,harmful,foul smelling }
pestilence { deadly epidemic , disease , plague }...............
if this is a reference to the bird flu , which was written thousand's of years ago , 
what else is there , obviously , which should also lead us to believe that certain 
passages are an early warning of times to come..........
but even more so.....what kind of world do we live in , just to name a few , when 
men as ; Christ....Ghandi....Martin Luther King,Jr.......John Lennon........all men 
who stood up for non-violence , peace , and love .....and yet we stand by and 
watch them become victims of assasins , the very nature to which they voiced out 
against.........our hero's our the infamous , and we're fascinated with serial killers 
more than we're empathetic to their victims..........
those agents of evil darkness , serve their purpose.......instill fear , kill any sense 
of love , destroy all manner of truth , and blockade any pathway to peace...........

maybe as our friend john r. states so well , " IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP .........."


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The Red Bird Lives



A red bird lands to rest
Upon a tree branch.

The red bird chirps
For his sibling,

The cat takes notice, quietly
It watches his prey,

The cat figure it had his
Dinner..

Slowly the cat takes aim 
And leaps for the red bird.

The red bird takes flight to
To join his sibling.

The cats loses,

But the red bird lives to chirp
Chirp another day..

The cat meow while his stomach
Growls,

The cat watches for another
Chance to feed his hungry
Stomach..

So, the cat meows hoping
For a meal,

To cure his empty stomach..


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free

You don't have to worry about me 
I'm as light a  bird in the night sky
All your mean words,and nasty actions
don't give them a second thought
I haven't at all
Everything you got away with on me 
all the uncaught lies you told
all the apologies, tears, your stupid fears 
are gone
I'm free you can't hurt me
you can't touch me
you can't love me 
The sad part of it all 
Is that what goes around comes around
So all those sleepless nights waiting for her to call
just think about the nights you did it to me
All those "friends" you don't know come up
just remember you pulled it on me
All the lies that don't add to the time
just remember you said it first
While you'll be in misery 
I've moved on free from hurt and harm 
So..... You don't worry about me
I'm as light  a bird in the night sky
and as free as I want to be 


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A Little Bird

A little bird once flew my way
With colors, vibrant and sweet.
I held the bird within my hands,
I thought this was a treat.

Truth be told, t’was not for me,
To hold this bird and keep;
Its little wings were meant to fly,
Its little beak, to peep.

I let it go and watched it fly,
Though deep within my heart,
I couldn’t bear to let it go,
Of my world, it was a part.

I still felt presence now and then
As if it were above my head,
Watching me and speaking, yet
With words, not ever said.

I know, in my heart, I acted selfish
For I could never share with it, my life.
But, to have held that bird for that moment
made me happy, with sheer delight.

I know, if I should see that bird,
Or ever again hear its playful song,
My hands I’ll keep just by my side
And pray that I’ll be strong.

For I never want to hurt it,
As I may have, selfishly at the start.
But, I hope the bird knows for now,
With it, it has my heart.

I let it fly, not really my choice,
But it was the right thing to do.
Now, I only wish it happiness
And to soar in the heavens, too.

Maybe one day, I will look up
To see my flying, little bird.
Here, grounded, I’ll wish it well
And send my love without a word.