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Sinister Encounter

Poe laid flowers on her grave
    His lost Lenore
    One he’d love forevermore 
    But doomed to see her nevermore

Storm clouds expelled true daylight
     Yet near her grave on a dead oak tree
     An ebony raven stared and seemed to agree
     “Nevermore,” the bird mocked, flying off with ironic glee

Clouds burst, pelting the cemetery with rain
     Back to his horse and carriage Poe ran
     Was Poe a pawn in this raven’s game plan
     An unhealthy racing of his heart began

Arriving home, Poe sought to forget
     But there was the red-eyed, sinister bird
     Perched on the pallid bust of Pallas, it said just one word
     “Nevermore,” was all Poe heard

Stealthily the bird had entered through an open window
     “Did God summon you to add to my grief?”
     Poe pleaded, “Will I ever find relief?”
     “Nevermore,” cried the demon, to Poe’s disbelief

Poe tried to rid his home of the tormenting invader
     “Fly away; take your word with you!”
     But the evil visitor would not bid adieu
     Its single word was malicious; Poe could not misconstrue

When rainfall ended, the raven flew to the windowsill
     “Be gone!” Poe screamed, his voice filled with hate
     It eyed him once more, leaving Poe in a crazed state
     But loving memories of Lenore it could not desecrate

*Written October 1, 2014

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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Night Bird

Did you hear the night bird call
as Summer tumbled into Fall
and leaves piled up against the wall,
it's then you miss her most of all.

Did you hear the night bird sing
as Winter tumbled into Spring
though flowers bloom, no joy they bring,
her absence colors everything.

Did you hear the night bird cry
as endless seasons tumbled by,
unanswered still, the reason why
she left you here alone to die.

Did you hear the night bird's song
as time forever tumbled on,
memories, the grief prolong,
without her everything is wrong.

Copyright © Danielle White

Details | Sonnet | |

Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

She felt the greatest weight of lost time,
that feeling when shadows creep all about.
Echoes drifted by, in tune and in rhyme
dark and draped around a loud agonizing shout!

No second chance to ever find her lost love,
her brave seaman feared now lost at sea.
Bright sun and pretty clouds resting above,
yet no beauty could ever reunite she and he!

Morning mists promised her ever so much,
there was again, love in many future dreams
However, nothing could ever replace his touch
his words flowed again like mountain streams!

Lone gull flew just within sight so far overhead.
She imagined, sign that her lover was truly dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015

Note- A sad sonnet for a change. Only death is worse
 than a lost love. A love one imagines to be the greatest
 to have ever existed!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Pantoum | |


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

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak

Details | Ballad | |



Born in dark with glints of light
the baby owlet flies.
Clots of stars within the skies
and clots in owlets eyes. 

Darkest night and darker days, 
he soars to search for prey.
Seeing not, the hunger grows 
and no light shows the way.

Need for shelter, thirst for drink, 
and wanting his own nest.
Nothing safe in all the world, 
and not a place to rest.

Flying on but weak from trying, 
not knowing how eyes work.
All the thoughts within his head 
are where the shadows lurk.

Then it rained, no shelter gained, 
nor food, nor water yet. 
He strikes upon a closed in porch 
and thinks he's lost the bet.

Falling hard, he hits his head 
and waits for all that's dead.
Someone comes and lifts him up 
and gives him food and bed.

No light but still, deep inside, 
a hope is whispered there.
A touch so soft, and hunger gone, 
no thirst, nor cold despair.

His life enclosed inside a trunk, 
provided for his care.
His days are spent in lots of play, 
in starry starry stare.

Beauty blinded by a chance 
and only feels and hears. 
If only backwards, time could be, 
to undo all his fears. 

Blind beauty he, to everything,
yet his eyes show us far.
That deep in clots and clusters, 
there awaits the nearest star.

Owl blind by birth and circumstance, 
has seen much more than we. 
Eyes renewed for bird and man, 
now that would be the key.

~Edlynn Nau~

Copyright © Edlynn Nau

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Green Spanish Eyes - Part 1

Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes, I discern them again where she left me back then, as we kissed when she parted, my friend. So I’m daring to tread towards the klieg lights ahead, where I’ll wait till I see her ascend. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she teases the mirror with green Spanish eyes; Her serape entangles her ebony bangles like lace on the sorcerer’s looms, And her capes of the night, she drapes tight to excite, and her fan is embellished with plumes. Ah Consuela! I’m watching as spectators savour her green Spanish eyes; Taming wild concertinas, the dark ballerina performs on the concert hall stage, But she shies from the sound of ovation unbound like a timorous bird in a cage. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she quickens the pit with her green Spanish eyes, As the cymbals shake, clashing, the floodlights wake, flashing, igniting the wild fireflies, And the piccolo piper’s inviting the vipers to coil in the cold caldron skies. Ah Consuela! I’m watching the shimmering shadows in green Spanish eyes As I rise from my chair and converge to the stair with a hesitant sip of my wine. Though she doesn’t deny me, she wanders right by me with neither a look nor a sign. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she waves to the stage with her green Spanish eyes, (For her senses scoff, scorning the biblical warning of kisses of Judas that sting, With her pierced ears defeating the echoes repeating) and smiles at the bluebird that sings. Ah Consuela! I’m watching faint embers a’ stir in her green Spanish eyes, For a soft spoken stranger enveloping danger has captured the rhyme in the room As he slips into sight through the scent of the night and the breath of her heavy perfume. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she gauges his guise through her green Spanish eyes - From his gypsy-like mane, to his diamond stud cane, to the raven engraved on his vest - For a faraway form, a tempestuous storm, lurks and heaves neath the cleav’e of her breasts. Ah Consuela! I’m watching the caravels cruising her green Spanish eyes; With the castanets clacking upon the deck cracking, he whips ’round his cloak with a whiz And without sacrificing, at mien so enticing, she floats with her face facing his.
Part 2
Ah Consuela! I’m watching, the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes, While the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning, of jungles Jamaican entwined In the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing the vaults in the caves of her mind. Ah Consuela! I’m watching life's carnivals call to her green Spanish eyes, And with paused palpitations the tom-tom temptations come taunting her tremulous feet With her toe tips a’ tingle while jute boxes jingle for jesters that jive on the street. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she rides summer tides in her green Spanish eyes, And her silhouette’s travelling on ripples unravelling and shaking the shivering shores, As she strides from the light to the taste of the night through the candlelit cabaret doors. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she dances till dawn flashing green Spanish eyes, With her movements adorning a trickle of morning as sipped by the mouth of the moon, While her tresses twirl, shaming the filaments flaming that flow from the sun’s oval spoon. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she masks for a moment her green Spanish eyes. Then the bluebird that sings ceases preening her wings and descends as a lean bird of prey - As she flutters her ’lashes and laughs in broad splashes, his narrowing eyes start to stray. Ah Consuela! I’m watching fey carousels spin in her green Spanish eyes, And the porcelain ponies and leprechaun cronies race, reaching for gold and such things, Even being reminded that only the blinded are fooled by the brass in the rings. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she shepherds the shadows with green Spanish eyes, But as evening sinks, ebbing, the skyline climbs, webbing, and weaves through the temples of stone, While the nightingales sing of a kiss on the wing in the depths of the dunes all alone. Ah Consuela! I’m watching the music and magic in green Spanish eyes, As she dances enchanted, while firmly implanted in tugs of his turbulent arms, Till he cuts through the strings, tames the bluebird that sings, and seduces once more with his charms. Ah Consuela! I’m watching, the citadel steams in her green Spanish eyes, And behind the dark curtain the savants seem certain that nothing and no one exist, But though vapours look vacant, the vagabond vagrants remain in a mythical mist.

Copyright © Terry O'Leary

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Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.

Copyright © Onis Sampson

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The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen

Details | Sonnet | |


Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

Details | Light Poetry | |


Against the moonlit sky
alone upon the deck,
Afflack waddles among the boats, 
searching for some food to peck.

He is a fine specimen of a duck,
exclusive to our marina.
He lost his partner years ago,
and pines for her for no good reason.

His lonesome quacks, his grunts and sighs
betray the sadness in his eyes.
I know he truly can remember
his own duck love, his mate forever.

So I make sure to come prepared
to give him food, he is not scared.
We've formed a friendship, he and I
he's welcomed here, he will not fly...away.

Written on 11/16/2014
By Laura Leiser

Copyright © Laura Leiser

Details | Tanka | |

Nature's Loneliness

                              Cherry blossom tree
                       swaying by an ice glazed pond 
                               lonely skylark perched
                       singing a song for it's flock
                       a chill wind blows alone he waits.

3/30/15    contest sponsored by: Rick Parise  'One New Tanka'
                           T Reams       4th Place

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS

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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | I do not know? | |

I Wish I Was A Bird

I wish I was a bird. 
  I could see the world,  fly high above the mountains and the trees and the ocean and the seas.
  I wish I was a bird.
 Just sail the breeze with my wings so wide gliding to the earth with no worries on my mind.
  I wish I was a bird. Please take me out of the cage, let me fly and be free, to be me! not to be molded into you.
I wish I was a bird. 
You can hold me, but please be careful I am fragile and scare easily and fly away before I should.
 I wish I was a bird.
I am tired of being fragile and little,  over the years I have become wise like an owl quick like the Falcon and strong like an eagle, Now try to put me in that cage!.
I wish was a bird.
To be colorful and have everyone hear my voice as I sing beautiful songs I will overcome all the odds against me.
I wish I was a bird.

Written by Nathan Stanford

Copyright © Nathan Stanford

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                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON

Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole

Details | Sonnet | |

Wounded Bird of Flight

Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded

The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing

One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still

Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one

Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013

Copyright © wayland bunch

Details | Pastoral | |


I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man 

as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his 

life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun 

rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as 

she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim 

of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs 

because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross 

the street...every time he would think of it, he would 

grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who 

had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all 

these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder 

how I could still believe that there is a God that cares? 

I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell 

from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest 

and that man on the corner was still alive and he could 

walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the 

mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop 

violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could 

still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not 

suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to 

have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building 

them up, for each one them that had something taken from 

them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except 

for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not 

forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
A playful
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin

Details | Rhyme | |

KA, The Lost Canadian Goose

The young Canadian goose was lost in flight,
Not knowing which way to turn-
Now he depended on instinct and sight,
And what he had already learned-

The clouds engulfed all his air space,
And for the skein his heart did yearn-
They were migrating north in springtime,
Towards their nesting grounds to return-

He was sure he could navigate the course,
But he really needed to see-
For now it was against time that he raced,
Hoping that soon with them all he would be-

He flew at an altitude of 3,000 feet, 
the migration height that geese fly-
’but then remembered on some occasions,
they’d go up 27,000 feet in the sky!

He tried to get his bearings,  
by estimating their rate of speed-
Canadian Geese cover 1,500 miles a day,
He’d have to fly faster to succeed- 

KA, with courage geared up,
charged right through the distant clouds-
He spotted black feathered necks and feet,
and heard lots honking that was loud-

His father was in the lead,
of the “V” formation that geese fly-
His mother was right behind,
Asking, “Where did he go and why?”

The young Canadian goose remained in back,
Until all of them touched the ground-
Mother emerged from the gaggle with glee,
Happy her son was found-

Mom and father were together for life-
In the geese world that’s how it goes-
Now it was KA’s time to find a mate,
He made it just in time to propose!

Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens

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A Bird With A broken Wing


I sit -looking at the river gracefully bending
   Flowing smoothly over moss covered rocks and stones
Measuring in endless time -my life
   My loves, my losses
Posing my thoughts with unspoken words
   Just me and the river...
Sitting all alone 

   I cry- my whetted, salty tears
Like the river weeping her warm liquid waves
   Showering the earth with her promising shades of life
Breathing her liquid grace over all the lands she saves?
I could not save us

My hungry heart hides my tears as I breathe in your image
   Calling your name -whispering our story
And all the tender moments 
   Of our once remembered glory 

With my thoughts softly weaving their dreams
   I trace the memories of the sweetest fruit from the vine
Painting vivid pictures of warm candlelight and roses
   That turned into a sad, bitter tasting wine 

My grieving spirit hides the breeze that softly blows
   Whispering in its low, hushed voice
My sad, lonely story…
   That only I and the river know
Hiding my shattered heart
    A bird...
With a broken wing


Copyright © anne p. murray

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Just Like The Birds

I sit in this room
The room in which I live.
I sit here and wonder.
Why I even live.

My room is a mess.
That's how I feel inside.
I'm so lost now.
I only want to hide.

I look out the window. 
There's not much else to do.
I see a bird that's raven black
And then I think of you.

The bird flies away.
I doubt  he'll be back.
You're just like that bird.
You're never coming back.

This room is where I hate.
It's where I feel my pain.
It's where I hate myself
And wonder if I'm sane.

I look out the window.
I see a bird again.
A bird that's raven black.
Here I go again.

Just like those birds
There'll be many guys.
Each one is different.
Aside from all there lies.

And just like the birds.
I'll see them for a while.
But then they fly away
Forever from my eyes.

©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33

Copyright © Rachel Mann

Details | Free verse | |

Lost Bird

on a branch 
to some
it doesn't 
want to hear 
and lets in 
that stranger 
it doesn't 
want by the door
it only wishes
for some mellow
to carry it 
a better place.

Copyright © Rushda R

Details | I do not know? | |

Whisper In The Wind

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high, 
The bird that sings
That calms your mind.

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
You are not alone, 
I am by your side.
Never far, always near, 
To wipe away that salty tear.

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high, 
The bird that sings, 
The whisper in the wind; 
That calms your mind.

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti

Details | Couplet | |

After The Storm

After the storm comes the rainbow
All my life I've been told so
But I won't wait at my window
I will stand strong and paint all the sky's tears yellow

After the storm comes the calm
Once it's cold but then it's warm
I'll catch a fallen tear inside of my palm
Make it a flower and put it in my hair

After the storm there's a sunshine
I'll make a wish when it's sundown
And when you wake up at sunrise
A beautiful smile will replace your frown

After the storm, after the storm
It is all calm and bright and warm
A peace calling 'cause war is gone
Dark place illuminated by the sun

After the storm I found your face
As stunned as I was in front of your grace
I looked back, smiled on perils past
With the flower in my hair, wished for a sun that'll last

Copyright © Darcy Hazel Morgan

Details | Free verse | |

Seasonal Walks in the Park

 baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost,

“Seasonal Walks in the Park!”

A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall 
Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead
That can shock and moisten one’s brow walking below
And make note on the many water stains spotting the lanes

The grasses have turned into rich shiny green blades
Water drops remaining give individual blades sparkle
And soon the lawns will need to be mowed often 
And made and kept ready for park picnics and games 

The dissolving clouds open gaps for sun rays piercings
Adding sunbeam warmth  down on upturned faces 
The sun-warm breezes will temp visitors to carry their coats
And others perhaps persuaded in removing their shoes and socks

Some will have their feet dampened on the grass from droplets of dew 
As they venture and tread about the newly showered lawns  
The blades of grass will squeak when running shoes tramp through 
And if recently cut than grass blades will stick between bared toes

Spring’s love potion is inhaled and felt by all touring about 
Seasoning desires for familiarity towards the fairer sex 
From past haunts of pleasantly spent park delights 
Where wooing couples will be affected to a time stand still 

The early morning rainbow has faded and day’s clear skies are imminent 
The air fresh from receding mists mingle heavenly and tweak the nose
Dew worms break through and inch their way along above ground
Turning out from under the now soft rain moistened soil

This stirs the well-known smell of earth worms movements 
And birds sing out invitations  for all to join in this feed
Mother birds will return and hungry hatchlings will have first kills
And fathers will be released then of their nest guard duties for this share

All daytime and nighttime visitors will become love-struck
In their search for springtime’s romancing love calls to one another
The park comes awake to the frenzy and welcomes young and old
To meet, greet, and form new and old friendships offered all around 

The park's excitement is truly felt when a love-knot becomes first tied 
Crawling babies born from previous spring time passions will be noted
 They will learn the high-step toddle soon enough bringing them to romp
Once they have experienced that first feel of having to crawl on prickly grass

Young voices are heard mingling along with loud hand claps 
All friendly ‘high-fives’ are brandied about within the new met groups 
This is an all- time game ritual passed between friendships bonding
All this showmanship will form new team players for ball-park games

The ice-rink’s wooden forms are being removed and taken away for another year
Memories of skating parties last held are brought to surface 
The recall of being half frozen and then thawed 
When invited to sip a mug of hot chocolate steaming and full-bodied

A freshly painted baseball diamond will replace the rink area now
This ball field will bring many ball park players to home-plate
While proving to others they are ‘out of bounds’ 
Their devotion to play after school and during holidays is well kept

The flapping and snapping of new kites sound overhead 
Straining their ties against the cruel breezes putting them down
Watchers walking about are made to feel free 
The breezes jostle skirt and pant legs to tease about

Children are held clasped in grown-up hands  to hold them fast 
Their first walk about in the park has been a long time put on hold
Even the elderly are childlike and have a bounce given to their step
Walking around the park’s perimeter evolves a lifetime’s returning event

A seasonal change brings about new and different facades to the parkland
And they never fail to have a special allure to draw all outdoors
No matter what the weather call that day or night will bring
Walkers are in want of fresh-air walks found in the park grounds

And dogs always have to reacquaint themselves to the lay of the parkland 
Their bones need burying for great hunts in all seasons to become lost and found
They love to leave their markings on pure white snow banks as calling cards 
The park sees all and sees to all that visit and never will tell tales of any kind!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan

Details | Lyric | |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Tanka | |

The Woodlands

hey there, poor, loud lost lout
before you stomp these woodlands
trample these wildflowers
use earbuds to block birdsong
thank the fairies or be cursed

Copyright © Thomas Martin

Details | Free verse | |

lost princess

To be there tonight where light meets your eyes and hold you through your fears seeing through visions your wrongs being turned right. If the door closed so strongly then let it open the same. Peering out at destiny this time does not have to be the same. You have seen on the feathers that there is a your reason why to pull back the curtain and reach for my light. You hold the key of life with quivering hand hiding behind wonder women's mask and shield struggling each day to stand but its kind hands here to help you get real. You do not have to earn this flight. I have been waiting and watching to offer you this rest inside. Your my jewel the emperor says as you are broken with fear there is no lovelier in the land. I see past your shadows i see past your walls there is no need to measure up princess you have always belonged. What of strength though she says there is a war to fight? In lovers arms is your rest and like a angel to this victory in these arms you will rise.

Copyright © Steve Hanson