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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



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Details | Rhyme | |

As river flows

As River flows.

As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me

The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.

The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.

15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Senryu | |

Lonely Girl


Lonely Girl
wrapped tight in brown cloak, flashing Mona Lisa eyes - lonely lioness


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 | Lyric | |

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.


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 | Acrostic | |

The Birds and the Bees

T he birds have been around for centuries.
H ow sweetly singing, winging on their way,
E vanescent as a summer breeze. . . 

B ringing bliss supreme; then gone one day.
I n your bloom of youth, one bird appears.
R adiant, you’ll soar to splendor’s height,
D runk with joy till passion disappears.
S tung by love undone, you’ll face your plight.

A las, your bird has turned into a bee.
N aïve no longer, you have felt love’s sting.
D evoted love you’ll seek as remedy!

T hough you’ll wish to hear a new bird sing,
H eartache may await. You must recall
E ventually sweet passion’s birds become. . . 

B ees! How can you know real love at all?
E yes open, you must seek a faithful one;
E phemeral are the birds and yes, the bees.
S till they will persist for centuries!

FOR PD's Acrostic II Contest


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SPRING BUTTERFLIES

Cherry blossoms declare it is Spring
Infatuation's breeze is in the air
Dormant days have burst into green
Wonder and awe are everywhere
Love is birthed in those who dare

The young boys compete for attention
And young girls give charmed sighs
Spring butterflies too many to mention
As innocence is kissed goodbye 
The birds and bees you can't deny!

Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest Name: A Spring Day in English Quintain 

4-1-14


Details | Lyric | |

Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply


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 | Personification | |

The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes


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 | Free verse | |

Beak of Night

BEAK OF NIGHT

Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Escapading~
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
Speechless~
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
Silence~
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 
Muteness~

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

EPIC
By; p.d.


Details | Acrostic | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

The Story of a Weak Person

I have been walking on this trail 
For a very long time now. 
I don’t want to lose the others, 
So I have to hurry! 
Go, go, go, hurry, hurry!  

As I ran, I tripped and fell 
On the tracks. 
I lost the others! 
I can’t see them, and 
My leg aches!

“I can’t walk!” 
I cry for a long time, 
Waiting for something to happen, 
But nothing, 
I’m all alone. 

I felt so sad, 
Sink, sink, sink in my tears. 
But I heard a voice, though small, 
It called right to me,
I feel it. 

“Where are you? 
I’ll come right now!” 
He was hurt in the same way, 
As me. 
“Don’t worry, I’m here for you.” 

“I’m not lonely anymore, 
Because you are with me!” 
I smile, 
And so does he. 
“I agree!” 

“I can’t find my way back to the rail, 
But I found a better path with you here. 
I’m really glad 
I got to meet you!” 
The heart is warm. 

I don’t feel sad, 
I’m better with you around! 
Very very warm! 
I never want to 
Leave you! 

“I may not have met you, 
Unless I cried my tears, 
But I feel so much better with you!” 
There’s no need 
To cry anymore!

I may have lost the rail  
I was walking upon, 
But no matter what, 
I will always find you! 
The heart is bursting with warmth!


Details | Blank verse | |

This Blue Moon

This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies

it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked 
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence

showing me there is yet true love in the mist

who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure  light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively,  when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you 
 all that you know

it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow 

telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~ 
showing a white Owl for the first time seen


this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers 
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know


Look at this moon tonight 
Tell me now what the truth is 
This Blue Moon ..it knows.


Details | Rhyme | |

SEA OF LOVE

Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.

Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.

So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.

Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.


Details | Sonnet | |

IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU

        IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
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


Details | Rhyme | |

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.
Continued in part 2


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Burlesque | |

'A Lovely Ballet'

As the warmth of the sun embraces the land The birds think of love and make a nesting plan They restlessly search for the perfect mate With determination the males seek their fate On a branch, in the forest after a lovely ballet A female is unimpressed with a boy birds grand display "I love you!" he chirps, as she pushes him with her foot "Enough you fool!" she shrills, so loud, that their branch shook Burlesque (simply a trivial story) December 18, 2012 Submitted to the contest, Sweet Poems(old)


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


Details | Nonet | |

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE BIRD IS GOLDEN

I saw a little birdy - listening
The wind it stops - dawn it breaks
Silence is golden - I do not say a word
The limbs - the clatter against life
The trees stand tall - roots it takes
I heard the raindrops falling to the ground
The river is an overflow that runneth over
Wash up a shore - the fossils I found
She wakes - the rain lets up, the skies clear
Wow - to her spouse she says I love you dear
Perking up - they walk the paths of their garden today
Hand in hand - sway by sway - often dancing
The steps into each others heart- I see
Sitting by the sun coming up while it glows
Hues on their face - rain not a trace
They communicate with loving thoughts per se
I am loving you always and indeed today
Look listening - what are you looking for
I see this beautiful romance taunting me
Each morn we are awoken , today it is silent
Yes mums the word , listening clear
To the beauty of love - loving him dear
Singing in my heart , truly this bird
Waking up at the break of dawn , now silence is heard
Each day it started my beauteous morning off
Missing you ! The life in the soul it died
Now a little angel ! Listening with pried
And now I wake each morn with it in the heavenly sky
Blessed as a couple , wondering yet why
The love for one another shows up on your face
And still singing in your little  hearts desire
No longer am I a bird sitting on a wire
 


Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

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

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

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


Details | Epyllion | |

A PHEONIX IN HER HEART

Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since. 

*Embellish-- adorn.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings 
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of 
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight. 


For Sami Al-Khalili's contest

  


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Elayne of the rocks


Elayne will reach the mountain spring
fresh water in the jug to pour,
the nightingales are there to sing,
untamed her feelings lonely soar.

She fills her heart with music notes,
her voice will cause the leaves to stir,
for lovers' pain sole antidotes
are songs of birds and nightly myrrh.

And as her lyrics rise to heav'n,
and render modes of the soft wind,
her palms caress his name engrav'n
on her betrothal golden ring.

He left her world and promised that
one Sunday they would meet in church;
a framed old shot of surface matte
and daily trails her glances search.

Elayne of springs, on rocks awaits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;
the wraiths around her dance with fates,
for eons play in cotton mists.

As one of them stares in her eyes,
she gropes her heart because she loves;
upon the rocks mentates she nice,
her golden ring and two white doves.

© Giorgio V., 07-22-2012
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


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

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

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

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

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

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | Ballade | |

On the beauty of the river

On the beauty of the river

Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views

No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.

As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry

26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs


This poem is for the Beauty contest.


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










Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

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

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

My Little Bird

I heard my little bird singing the breeze,
I heard her singing on a breath of air,
The air that slowly moves through forest trees,
The old, oak trees where initials declare,
Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze.

Old memories recalled again today,
Another day, another time, we knew,
I knew that bird song would echo my way,
The way a joyful song reminds of you,
The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay.

In memory of my little bird, Tash

RIP sweetheart!

xxxx





Form: Sicilian Quintains


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring Rules

    Written for the contest
A Spring Day In English Quintain


The Butterfly Mattress Co.

The day, I started this job
Of course you'd consider me GREEN
So I had to be trained by Bob
first on the Kings, then Queens
Using the BUTTERFLY Mattress machine.

First time I put in a SPRING
Another popped out of a seam
It caught on to Bobs wedding ring
And boy, he let out a scream
While I shut down the Butterfly Mattress machine

Mr. BIRD, the Owner and Chief
Immediately showed on the seen
Expressed a moment of grief
And after that moment ,he deemed
He LOVED the Butterfly Mattress machine


So Bob was made to retire
And no longer a part of the team
And his job is what I've acquired
But I'm careful to watch all the seams
While operating The Butterfly Mattress Machine


Details | Romanticism | |

My Valentine

to: JKB 
Finding words to describe or express what you are to me.... 
that would mean explaining the warmth, 
 the rush and the bliss that dance around my body- 

Each time our eyes meet, and when our hands touch... 
The feelings that swim throughout me far surpassed what I've always thought love was... 

What you ignite within me is just so so  much- 
With you, I feel like I can do all things.
 With you my hearts always sings... 
You warm me as if you were rays from the sun- 
Your smile reminds me that life can be fun... 
You hold my heart -as destiny has planned all along.. 

Together-we flow like notes to a song- 
I may never find the perfect words to tell you- 
But have no doubt that the passionate love i proclaim for you has 
and will always be the truest true...


Details | Ballade | |

The things I love

The things I love

I love, me, the sun in the morning
I love me the moon in the night
I love all he flowers in the meadows
Oh, everything gives me delight
And I love my Vera Rosina
I love everything about her
She’s got everything that I’ll ever need
She beautiful, comes from a one only breed.

I love how the trees reach to Heaven
I love how they dance with the breeze
I love all the birds in the treetops
I love how my life gives me ease
But I tell you, my Vera Rosina
She’s a wonderful, wonderful girl
She makes me feel pure, she makes me feel whole
Whenever I’m with her I come from my soul.

My life is a wonderful, wonderful space
For I have my Vera, a girl with such grace
I have known her forever, and I love her still
I worship my lady and I always will
I love me that power in the heavens
I love how I love my sweet life
Oh, I love my Vera Rosina
She’s my perfect, and beautiful wife.

11 June 2014 @ 0424hrs.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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



Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
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)


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Cat loved a Parakeet

A cat loved a parakeet,
It would always keep looking for her around the neighborhood,
Just to catch a glimpse of the cute parakeet,
When the parakeet will sit for a little while on the Guava Tree,
The cat would leave everything else and unabashedly look at the parakeet,
She took no notice of this at first,
Then on a beautiful wintery day, she noticed the love-struck cat,
Their eyes met,
It was Pure Magic!
She loved the color of the cat’s eyes,
It was a deep shade of dark brown,
In sharp contrast to the deep blue eyes that she had,
The cat's eyes said a lot of things to her, which only she could understand,
Their silent love went on for days,
They kept looking at each other for hours and hours and hours together,
Then months passed till one day the cat mustered some courage,
Walking in a trance, it tip-toed towards the Guava Tree,
The cute parakeet laughed and giggled a little,
Seeing the Romeo take charge,
She flew down from a higher branch to a lower one to cutely say ‘Bravo’,
The cat now swelling with great pride climbed atop the the Guava tree with some difficulty,
They embraced, hugged each other and had a feeling of Divine Love!
Yesterday evening, while it was raining, they finally got married,
The squirrel was the best man in their wedding,
All the animals and birds of the neighbourhood wished the newly weds their best of wishes,
They happily live now in the good old Guava Tree.


Details | Concrete | |

Elusive

Each morning as I open my eyes 
They are forced to be shadowed by bleak emotional ties 
When will the past stay where it belongs
An no longer torment  this beautiful day
When birds are singing......an leaves are falling......an hope is in the air 
Where dreams come true
And love isn't blue
Does love exist in this greedy world
It has passed my way
But has never taken hold
When will I learn that it isn't real....just a feeling I am told not something you can hold...Elusive to me.......


Details | Free verse | |

i love you too

looking for our place on the line of like or love 
emotions soaring in the sky like a lost dove
the one lonely bird just trying to make its way
the little bird just needs one friend to make it stay
having this companion is more than enough
but one without the other, and life gets tough
two doves on the line of love, trying to get through
when all the one wanted to say, was i love you too


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


Details | Limerick | |

Chartreuse Feathers

There was this teal duck and Canada goose,

   That 'neath a cloistered Colorado spruce,

      Enjoyed a lusty-ful tryst,

         Ending up in a quaint twist!

            Their offspring sported feathers of chartreuse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved


Details | Blank verse | |

Messenger Of Love

For the one I love, 
Whom I feel was sent from above.
With love I mail a few letters 
Tied around a dove’s tail feathers.
 
For the one I love, 
Whom I hope receives this dove.
With hope, I wait for a reply 
As my messenger flies across the sky.

For the one I love, 
Whom I believe was meant to be mine.
With sincerity I send words 
Meant to mend his lonely heart.
 
For the one I love, 
Whom awaits the descent of the messenger dove.
With patience I yearn 
For his loving words in return.


Details | Free verse | |

beautiful birds

I do not like to recite poetry
nor have talent at this.
Instead I grab a woman
of flesh
hair
her feel all
to just love her
with her ??lips,
tongue with everything and gave
and God gave me.
Finally who does not want to ****
when has everything.


Details | Rhyme | |

After The Storm

After the storm, trees that were bending with the strain
Will regain their posture and stand erect again

After the storm, birds that flew away to find shelter
Will return and sing their songs even sweeter

After the storm, the howling wind that raged with fury
Will turn into a gentle breeze to calm your agony

After the storm, the sun will shine once more
And comfort you like it never did before

After the storm, you will smile with no pain
And find the love in your heart to move on again


Details | Free verse | |

beautiful birds 3

with her breasts unveiled
with her belly barefoot 
stepping over my cheeks,
with her flowering shoulders from arms
above the silent
and I hear my fingers...
I cue
I cue at the same time
with her perfect body
no spring did not come so.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

Strong Little Bird

For several weeks now, I have been watching 
A strong little bird through my window.

She appeared one day on the ledge as I looked out,
And I was touched, I felt some kind of connection..

At first, this bird was shy, like all birds she would fly,
At the slightest sign of danger, so I tried to keep still.

But each day she came back, and we both grew more trusting,
And started to break through our webs of apprehension.

With time, her visits were more frequent and relaxed,
And I was always thinking about how I could support her.

Some days were sunny, others were cold and snowy,
But she was fearless and always shared those moments with me.

I think we both usually spend most of our time alone,
And so our little bond has grown into something very special.

Yesterday, she came very close and I almost could touch her,
I could feel how she wanted to be comforted by my hand.

I was so excited, waves of joy surged up inside me,
And all at once the tears started to flow down my face.

And now it’s a new day and I am waiting with renewed feelings,
For the happiness of this relationship with my strong little bird.


Details | Haiku | |

SPRING IS UNDER WAY

                                                 spring is under way
                                         male rain crow sounds cu-ckoo
                                                  female is in sight

                                             under hemlock's leaves
                                      sends sweet response in return
                                                rich bubbling chuckle


Details | Ballade | |

Oh Love Bird

Oh! Love bird, don't fly away.
Spread your wings, and come my way.
Fly high, don't ever cry.
You will see.You'll soon be mine.

Oh! Love bird, don't leave my side.
Stay with me through out the night.

Oh! Love bird, next to me.
Love bird that's where you'll be.
Whistling a melody.
With me along, a symphony.

Oh! Love bird, don't be shy.
With me along, you'll never cry.
Soaring through out the sky.
Oh! Love bird, I'm by your side.

Oh! Love bird, don't sail away.
There will be another day.
For you and me to live our lives.
We'll sail across, the deep blue skies.

Oh! Love bird, don't fly away.
Oh! Love bird, why don't you stay? 

Love Bird Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..
ALL rights reserved..


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


Details | Prose | |

A Day In The Park

We lay here together under the shadow of our favorite oak tree. Wooden arms spread high and wide above us in a seemingly protective stance, similar to that of a mother protecting her children. 

We gaze into the infinite expanse of the clear blue sky that can only be described as majestic, until or attention is caught by the stalking movements of a lone Cardinal sifting through the fallen leaves, searching for a quick meal on the outer perimeter of the canopy’s drip edge.

High in the branches of our protective mother we catch sight of the brightly colored wings of a butterfly lazily fluttering in and out of the branches and are suddenly aware of the abundant amount of insect life mindlessly buzzing around us. I turn to look at her, to catch the expression on her beautifully tanned face as she takes in all this wonder that surrounds us. 

I notice a sliver of her silken hair has fallen across her slender dark bough and lay across her delicate soft cheek. At that moment I am transfixed and suddenly aware that the total expanse of gods’ glorious creations cannot even compare to the beauty I have beside me. 

I take a deep breath and lean over to brush the hair away from her eye and kiss her softly on her lips. The soft wetness of her mouth and the taste of her breath immediately fill my senses and my pulse begins to race. Trying to control my desires and being aware of our public surroundings. 

I dare to caress the small of her back with my left hand and trace various lines up and down the full length of her torso, while gently holding her soft cheek with the other as we tenderly press our bodies close. Our lips are locked in an intimate but playful kiss, taking only but a brief moment to look into each other’s eyes, to glimpse the joy and passion that is surely emanating like fine beams of light reflecting off a perfectly cut diamond. 

Our precious time ticks by mercifully slow as we savor each minute that passes and do not dare waste a single second of this day together, knowing days will pass until our souls will reunite for another glorious day in the protective arms of our mother,  as we hold each other tight sitting on a blanket enjoying a day in the park…….
 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Road

On an open road through the driving rain
She drove fast and deadly like a hurricane
Sad yellow stripes in between white lines
Covered cold dead flowers and some valentines

Her baby grows and her mother cries
A painful evelution right before their eyes
She left him bleeding as the future glowed
From a dying past down the open road

She fights the lions as she curse it all
The men the drugs and the alcohol
The radio dj makes it all look good
With songs about love and of motherhood

She saw her future going down the drain
Her baby's tears feeds her growing pain
A blade in the night and the bad blood flowed
Down in the gutter on the open road

A big black bird at the top of the shelves
Judging what they all did to themselves
With fingernails growing like a raven's claw
She will never see what the big bird saw

Like the drugs of the dying like a martyr's faith
There was light in the dark but no open gate
She hunted the keys to the secret code
As she watched him fade on the open road


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Tranquil Undergrowth

      Tranquil Undergrowth  

Tranquil Undergrowth so slowly grows
And hides the tiny timeless leaves of life
Arrows spring forth on sunlight bows
Joined by birds of green and white in flight
Piercing bursting life into the light

Golden butterflies glisten in the new suns birth
Untangling night from day
From covered secrets in the earth
Where sacred is the spot to pray
And love comes out to play

Winged Spring bursts forth in cosmic splendor
To breathe the world to life
What joy to find you at your door
So beautiful and nice
As we explore together loves every spice 

Tranquil undergrowth so slowly grows from the earth
And hides so quietly the tiny timeless leaves of life
Now we have our time for playful mirth and worth
In pools of warmer waters that ease our strife
Where you remain my lovely wife 

      


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Lyric | |

another "Little Drop of Poison" ....Tom Waits inspierd

You thought you were born with the world by the horns
and your grip was as firm as resolve,
but she promised you things that a good woman brings
so you grasped the illusion of love.

It slips through your fingers
where her perfume lingers
and singers sing songs of delusion.
A bird in the hand, cannot understand
the two in the bush in collusion.

Worked to the bone for a word on the phone
“Can you pick up a bottle of wine?”
Don’t feel good tonight, so you just pick a fight
and she pretends that everything's fine.

It slips through your fingers
where her perfume lingers
and singers sing songs of delusion.
A bird in the hand, cannot understand
the two in the bush in collusion.

The eye of a tart looks for broken hearts
to wring a few drops of dominion,
so easy to fall, when you once had it all
but that’s just my jaded opinion.

It slips through your fingers
where her perfume lingers
and singers sing songs of delusion.
A bird in the hand, cannot understand
the two in the bush in collusion.


Details | Haiku | |

the call

sitting on a bough

singing his song of romance

the mockingbird calls


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

Love is a nest of a bird and bug

Inside the nest of love 
Two chambers tucked together 
Side by side allowed to live
 Two opposite creatures 
In one, a bird of delight 
And a bug on the other

On its golden wings 
The bird takes a soaring flight 
After meeting the fancy stars 
Brings some azure delight
For lovers on her diamond beak 

On the other hand 
Nowhere goes the bug 
Sits tight at the corner of its camber 
And waits covertly to suck blood 

But lovers never know 
Whether they are bitten by the bug
As they remain under its strong anaesthesia  
Till enough blood is left in their heart.


In some rare cases
The nest morphed into a bud
Instead of blood
With the rays of purity
A few drops of dew is needed
To make it bloom
Into a flower
And it's anybody’s guess
How great is the grace
Of love! 


Details | Ballad | |

Forget Me Not At Least For The Night

Copyright 2014 RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
"Just Another Lily White"



To Jacko and Eso...DIDST THE GRASSES...BLOOM?
THE ROSES......THE PETALS AND THE SNOW...THEY FALL......HERE!
AND.........I.........FELL...TOO!

HE............FELL TOO!
THEY LIED.........AND.........HE FELL......AND......DIED!
SUPERS NEVER DIE..............THEY ARE THE ETERNALS!
THEY LIED......AND......HE DIED!

AND.........I.........KILLED!
I.........KILLED!

THE CRYSTALINE VEINS......THEY BLED......AND THE RODS...TURNED...
A MURDEROUS...RED!
AND IF I CAN EVER RETURN..........I MIGHT......IF......I COULD!

SHE IS DEAD.....................THE CRYSTALINE MONSTER!


DO........................THE FORGET ME NOTS......HATE ME?
THE ROSES............AND THE CARNATIONS HERE......ARE CHEAP!
THE............PIIKAKE IS.........LIKE HEAVEN!

AND HE MADE LOVE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE!
AND THE TEA HE MADE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE.........A NIGHT WITH A......
WELL.........'KNIGHT?'

AND HE SAID.........FORGET ME NOT.........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!
AND I SAID................I HAVE TO GO........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!

MY HAND.........AND MY FOOT.........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!
MY SKULL........IT BROKE TOO........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!

BUT............SHE IS DEAD.........THE CRYSTALLINE MONSTER!

THE FIGHT.........WAS IMPOSSIBLE!
HE LOVED AND HE DIED!
I LOVED.........BUT I LIVE.........IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

I AM STRONGER THAN STEEL.........THAN ANYTHING!
LONELINESS AND THE FORGET ME NOTS.........WE BOTH CRY!
CRY THROUGH THE NIGHT!

THE GRASSES.........LIKE HEAVEN.........ARE SOFTER STILL...THAN LOVE!
AND I FELL.............AND I LOVED.........ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!
HE SAID HE WAS A 'PRINCE'.........BUT.........MORE LIKE A CLOWN...
REALLY!

I LOVED ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.........I FELL!
TELL THE ORANGE HAVENS.........SORRY!

THE FORGET ME NOTS.........ARE CHEAP HERE!
AND 'THEIR' LOVE IS...........CHEAP TOO!

MY CRYSTALINE BLUE EYES.........ARE SOFTER NOW!
AND HE SAID.........MY ARMS ARE THIN AND SOFT......BUT STRONG!

THEY LIKE THE DISGUISE............GUESS.........IT'S DIESEL STRONG!
HIS HANDS.........ARE SOFT.........AS THE GRASSES!
MY HANDS..........TOO STRONG.........AND LIKE STEEL.........I FELL!

AND WHEN 'YOU' GO............FORGET ME NOT?
IF ROSES ARE RED.........AND VIOLETS ARE BLUE.........THEN AM I TOO?

AND............I WILL FORGET YOU............BUT.........FORGET ME NOT?
THE BIRD OF PARADISE............AND THE 'BITCH!'


AND SO I WILL FORGET YOU...AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT?



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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to a Canary

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.

Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing


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 | |

Joe

Another season has started and he's ready to go.
For the Bobwhite Quail is this hunters foe.
He's one beautiful dog,but he's not for show,
for not many of birds have out smarted old-Joe.

He's been lying in the yard now for months on end
just waiting and waiting for a hunt to begin.
I'll walk up to Joe and say "It's time to hunt Quail"
then I'll open my tailgate and let out a yell!

Old Joe goes from sleeping to straight on his feet,
for this is one bird dog no other can beat.
I'll just smile and rub on his back
for I've seen Joe point to many to sack.

Old Joe has a gift like no other dog.
He once pinned a whole cubby inside of a log.
He looks like a pirate chasing after his loot.
Sometimes he'll just catch them and I won't get to shoot.

People use to ask me wherever we went
where I had found Joe and how much had I spent.
I would just smile and say,"I don't really know"
for no one could have my secret to Joe.

See now days men just scream and they holler
at beaten down dogs all strapped with tight collars.
If's it's a bird dog you've got and are trying to reach,
first you show love then you go teach.

A dog has to love what he's doing inside
or else he won't hunt,he'll just run off and hide.
For Joe's the best bird dog there ever will be
'cause I have loved Joe and he has loved me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Bird

Love comes softly upon gossamer wings,
Poised on vicarious heart strings.
To bestow a gift to the heart,
Yearning to be an intricate part.

The song from this little bird,
Sings so tender with sweet word.
Perched in the heart's gilded cage,
Braving a rejection from heckler's engage.

So trusting, the door slams secured,
Selfishness whispers of insecurities procured
Locking the little bird and hiding it away,
Like a prized possession on display.

So dependent, like a crutch,
Professing you’ve been hurt too much.
An unhappy, little bird refuses to sing,
From freedom's deficient sting.

Then dueling personalities clash,
A trembling bird escapes a tight grasp.
Closing down that vulnerable part,
That gentle pulsate within the heart.

Fleeing from an unwelcome stage,
A melody silenced in an empty cage.
Without love the music will abstain,
The part that craves wallows in pain.

Love is a very essential part.
The fluttering wings within a heart.
Performed with her freedom waged,
Sung by the little bird uncaged.


Details | Senryu | |

Song Bird

my soft, poignant cries trapped like the caged bird’s refrain wrought with sorrow’s kiss oh, song of passion you lift me to fervent heights the caged bird is free music of my soul ecstasy of bird in flight blends heartache and bliss
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 25, 2012 Second Place in Romantic Senryu Contest


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 .                                                                       


Details | Free verse | |

The Gathering

The Gathering
It started with the sun
casting colors on the sand,  sun
tanned brown	
pointing cowry shells – golden baked
	
An old seagull by the sea watches me collect
a gathering of shells to string around your neck 

There are feathers scattered
and I weave them between my collection
of earth and sea - softness and smiles
From God - to sea and sand - to bird - me
Our gathering - an Offering
As our little old bird watches by seaweed freshly brought
sharing in this joyful weaving  - for you.
Gathering too.




First published: Dual Coast


Details | Couplet | |

Flying away

From the mouth of babes                                                                                               so came forth your perfect praise                                                                             Unless you change like the little child                                                                                and receive one as such meek and mild                                                                   Chances are that your heart is hard                                                                               do not miss the kingdom by half a yard                                                                           Leaving the womb crying for breathe no doubt                                                                 before you leave this world facing death cry out                                                             He will give you a new heart full of love                                                                       just ask like the child harmless as a dove


Details | Ballade | |

your ceiling

I remember when I,
red-winged black bird tried to fly
for the very first time.
Wings at my sides 
stretched outright,
ready to take flight,
instinct making up my mind...
Saying: love is beautiful, but this is a set of chains
with a bit in my mouth and the constant pull of reins.

The highest sky 
I could find
was only the height 
of your ceiling.

You knew
my every move,
my every thought,
my every feeling.

And I'd just say:
its ok,
everyone makes mistakes.

So I'd fly around at your height,
saying is this right?
Is this right?
Is this what you like?
And I wore kid gloves until I said goodbye...

I don't belong....under your ceiling.

So I stole back my lost breath,
lifted my wings and I flew above your head.
Higher and higher, higher and higher.
I'll still visit you now and then,
but not for long and never permanent.
I can only believe in me, above your head.

I can still love you
even if you
don't know my every move,
my every thought,
my every feeling.

I can only breathe in the air above you...
I can only live in the air above your ceiling.

I remember when I,
red-winged black bird tried to fly
for the very first time.


Details | Limerick | |

SARI, MY DAUGHTER-THE QUEEN OF BIRDS

                     The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to come down and take a saree from me
                              She asked wide-eyed the price of it
                               I said,”Sari, you’re a cute tweet”
            She made faces, chirruped short, and flew to the next tree.

A  saree  is a South Asian female garment that consists of a drape varying from five to nine yards in length and two to four feet in breadth that is typically wrapped around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff. 




                      Sari came down and sat on the bay window
                    ‘Dad’, she said,’ you must chain the devil Frido’
                                      “He is a gawky brute
                                  Just now he ate up a coot
                       He needs your boot and a slap on his credo”.



                 Sari tweeted my wife” O mom, don’t pinch my behind”
                   My wife re-tweeted,” Sari, You are not of this kind”.
                          “Sorry to say you have no proper bum
                           So, Sari, how can I be a pinch bum?”
                   Sari re-re-tweeted, “Mom, a lie, my bum is twined.”



                      Sari came one day with his creaky husband Suk
                  “Dad, teach Suk a lesson, he must know how to cook"
                            "Sari, my darling, you’re a sweet fraud
                          Don’t crook Suk’s head with a teaching rod
                      Better teach him how to fly by hook or by crook"




                  Sari, my daughter, in mid September, gave birth to a girl
                   She was a ball of furry delight, eyes were pacific pearl
                               I said, "Sari ,you are now a mother
                               So you must not be antsy like other
                Sari hugged her child,said”dad, no worry, she will be a whirl"





Details | Rhyme | |

A Warmth I Wish Were Palpable

Intently watch, as its heart beats-
instinct seeps-
my heart perceives;
I act upon this alone-
no matter of what intellect believes.

Its destiny left up to me-
to care for it-
or set it free;
circulatory warmth takes over me.

But then a moment so magical-
simple beauty- not meant to be made practical.
Another animal, one so affable-
lengths of compassion I wish were graspable;
relief; a warmth I wish were palpable.

A bird takes upon this little one as its own,
spotting from a distance-
this baby not yet grown;
in much need of a new found home.

Sun beams-streaking west-
pressure lifted off my chest;
as I find this little one,
a bird feeder, I now create a nest-
mama bird watches over,
the little one may now lay its head to rest.


Details | Lyric | |

Dear Seth

Dear Seth,
Still one more year to go because
you let things get to your head.
I know you’re trying to overcome this,
but this negativity I cannot bed.

And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Couldn’t put your head
Back together again

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Exactly how sweet is the
Sugar I gave to you?

Dear Seth,
Things are getting rough again.
Time is going by so slow and
I’m only receiving more sad news.
It seems you’re clipping your own wings.
Your freedom you have sold.

But if Adam and Eve were meant to be
Why do I feel like Eve and you the snake?
You have fed me your poison, which
I am no longer tempted to take

If that mocking bird don’t sing
Then I’ll know I can’t change a thing
Hush baby now don’t you cry
Everything should be alright

Dear Seth,
The days are dragging by, but it
seems there is no reason for this.
There is no support left to hold.
Not even when I think how much of you I love and miss.

And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Can never put my heart
Back together again

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Why has this sugar
Turned as bitter as you?

Dear Seth,
The day you are released from
these bars will never come.
You will always be trapped inside
for it seems now, two is lonelier than one.

But if Adam and Eve were meant to be,
With me Eve, why did you choose to be the snake?
You keep drinking the poison you find,
And the poison that you make

Not once have I heard that mocking bird sing
I know now what I did, didn’t change a thing
Hush now, don’t be so loud when you cry
Everything was supposed to be alright

Written May 29, 2009


Details | Light Poetry | |

Afflack

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.



Details | Free verse | |

Timid Songbird

You caught the bird
That got away from me
So keep it safe
And hold it gently
Since its bones
Are easily broken
And though it might
Flap its wings in fear 
at first,
Stroke its feathers
And wait
And you just might
Hear it sing


Details | Verse | |

Culling

From loss, Love’s searching might
Kill doves with pine and spite


------------------
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Contest: In it's Essence
Form: Verse : Essence
10.12.14


Details | Ballad | |

Forget Me Not At Least For The Night

Copyright 2014 RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
"Just Another Lily White"



To Jacko and Eso...DIDST THE GRASSES...BLOOM?
THE ROSES......THE PETALS AND THE SNOW...THEY FALL......HERE!
AND.........I.........FELL...TOO!

HE............FELL TOO!
THEY LIED.........AND.........HE FELL......AND......DIED!
SUPERS NEVER DIE..............THEY ARE THE ETERNALS!
THEY LIED......AND......HE DIED!

AND.........I.........KILLED!
I.........KILLED!

THE CRYSTALINE VEINS......THEY BLED......AND THE RODS...TURNED...
A MURDEROUS...RED!
AND IF I CAN EVER RETURN..........I MIGHT......IF......I COULD!

SHE IS DEAD.....................THE CRYSTALINE MONSTER!


DO........................THE FORGET ME NOTS......HATE ME?
THE ROSES............AND THE CARNATIONS HERE......ARE CHEAP!
THE............PIIKAKE IS.........LIKE HEAVEN!

AND HE MADE LOVE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE!
AND THE TEA HE MADE.........LIKE THE PIIKAKE.........A NIGHT WITH A......
WELL.........'KNIGHT!'

AND HE SAID.........FORGET ME NOT.........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!
AND I SAID................I HAVE TO GO........AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!

MY HAND.........AND MY FOOT.........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!
MY SKULL........IT BROKE TOO........BROKE IN THE FIGHT!

BUT............SHE IS DEAD.........THE CRYSTALLINE MONSTER!

THE FIGHT.........WAS IMPOSSIBLE!
HE LOVED AND HE DIED!
I LOVED.........BUT I LIVE.........IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

I AM STRONGER THAN STEEL.........THAN ANYTHING!
LONELINESS AND THE FORGET ME NOTS.........WE BOTH CRY!
CRY THROUGH THE NIGHT!

THE GRASSES.........LIKE HEAVEN.........ARE SOFTER STILL...THAN LOVE!
AND I FELL.............AND I LOVED.........ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!
HE SAID HE WAS A 'PRINCE'.........BUT.........MORE LIKE A CLOWN...
REALLY!

I LOVED ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.........I FELL!
TELL THE ORANGE HAVENS.........SORRY!

THE FORGET ME NOTS.........ARE CHEAP HERE!
AND 'THEIR' LOVE IS...........CHEAP TOO!

MY CRYSTALINE BLUE EYES.........ARE SOFTER NOW!
AND HE SAID.........MY ARMS ARE THIN AND SOFT......BUT STRONG!

THEY LIKE THE DISGUISE............GUESS.........IT'S DIESEL STRONG!
HIS HANDS.........ARE SOFT.........AS THE GRASSES!
MY HANDS..........TOO STRONG.........AND LIKE STEEL.........I FELL!

AND WHEN 'YOU' GO............FORGET ME NOT!
IF ROSES ARE RED.........AND VIOLETS ARE BLUE.........THEN I AM TOO!

AND............I WILL FORGET YOU............BUT.........FORGET ME NOT?
THE BIRD OF PARADISE............AND THE 'BITCH!'


AND SO I WILL FORGET YOU...AT LEAST FOR THE NIGHT!



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Rare Love Bird of Mine

O rare;  love bird of mine
Your make me  blind
When you spread those wings and fly
Blind with such happiness
Which took me forever to find
But I don't mind
As long as you spread those wings and fly
 Just take  me by your side
O rare; love bird of mine 
Take me to the heights of skies float with me among  the clouds 
Let me Sing  out aloud-


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Sweet Nectar

Hummingbird drinking
Heady juice from blossom’s heart
Sweetly falls in love










©2014 by Regina Riddle


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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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On A Bird 2

(ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW)

I loved and wept
Dreamt and lost
Like a flower in heat,
Summer’s thirst.

The withered petals
About to mingle in dusts
Jamming the eyes
Like wanton sorrows.

Loved a bird that 
Like afternoon wind
Chilled my skin
Breathed my breath.

Parch black   
Carboning  my heart 
Its fish like tail
Sailing me far

Love ‘s here dearer 
Like Olive fur
A bird ‘s  better
Than  a bud of butter-


Till I discovered 
the beauty perched
 My afternoon sight 
Only to prey on the bugs 
 Buzzing over an exhaust duct.



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beautiful birds 2


he recite one of his texts
something about go go go
and thought that no one can match him.
but with my thought of your nipples
I believed increasingly better
even better than him
because nobody loves them 
like me
I am the most suitable.


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Sue Bird

There is the old saying that if you open the door of a bird's cage,
then you find out if she is really your bird.
If she loves you, either she will stay in her cage 
or else she will come back to it again.
If she flies away, then she wasn't your bird to begin with.
Opening the door of the cage doesn't cause you to lose the bird.
It only demonstrates that the bird wasn't yours to begin with.
=============================================

I've heard you called Sue Bird by some,
perhaps because you like to flit about here and go there,
seemingly not wanting to be tied down
to any one person or any one place.

The old saying above does appear true for you.
After your accidents and surgeries happened
and your wounds were tended to and healed,
I made sure you could flit about here and go there.

And go you did, at times appearing to stay gone
but then you would return to rest up and cuddle up.
Afterwards, off you went again and again, until 
you decided not to return to the one who took care of you.

I wanted you to flit about here and go there
because I knew you needed to even though I missed you.
But, I always thought you would come back each time,
I never believed for a second that you'd fly away forever.

If I had made you into a "kept" woman
you would never have been happy for long
and I wanted you to be happy, even if it hurt me.
So out the door and into the car you went.

Eventually you learned how to stop,
stop caring deeply for those who had cared for you.
Those who have sacrificed quite a lot for you.
Once your wings had healed, nothing here would hold you down.

Soon you'll be able to fly even farther from our old nest
and flit about here and go there even more.
Your old caretakers will be a thing of the past,
the ones who cherished you and thought your love for them would last.

Perhaps you're just migrating north for a while
and will one day return to those who miss you here,
those who heard your Sue Bird chirp each morning
and your Sue Bird warble each night.

Or you have returned to your original nest
and this one was just a temporary place
to rest and heal before going back
to the harsher world in which you now live.

Please remember us and our caring
and the love we were sharing.
Be careful and safe everyday now
as you wake with the sun then fly high in the sky.

2/22/13


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Spring Blasts Love

Fairy of spring when flies high
To the core of the heart of green
Sleeping buds yawn with a sigh 
Ready to create a magical scene
To welcome their loving queen

The earth lays a soft bed of grass
For her feet so soft and delicate
And the evening brings in a glass
The wine of love from the fate
To welcome at the hearts’ gate

The colourful butterflies go zoom
In the fragrance of heavenly fresh
The twittering of cute birds bloom
Newborn flowers like shiny flash 
The lovers leave away the gloom
And sit under the green of doom


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Three Kisses

The first on her forehead
Second on her right cheek
Third one I would love to
Kiss her lips, but afraid 
Of her cut!


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Little Bird

Past happiness is what keeps me here
You wish to stay and sing along
content with your surroundings.
Yet you knew I can't accept that.
You say I'm your little bird
The bird with no cage
The cage with no latch.
How can you not know?
I am in your cage,
the cage of "I love You"s and "We'll go away together someday"s
You are my cage,
I use to be happy in it
But you had to go and lie
You had to lose my trust.
I have let you out of your cage
and if you continue to lie
I will let myself out of mine.
I am not your little bird.
I am not your pet.
I have my own set of wings.
I have my own set of talons.
Don't make me use them.


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The Onyx Bird

The saddest thing I ever saw
Lay splattered on the floor
An onyx bird with feathers sprawled
I hoped he’d made heaven’s door.

Although his mangled body lay
Lifelessly on sad display.
Those who passed didn’t seem dismayed
But on the road he lay that day

His eyes had lost all their light
With his ability for flight.
And now he rests in god's great might
But still it is a saddened sight.

Do believe me when I say
That was not the tragic part.

Because faithfully at his side
There was a mournful chide,
While ruby blood stains dried.
Another onyx bird will bide.

Forevermore she’ll always long
For his beautiful melodic song.
Until in heaven where they belong
Both the onyx birds may soar like one.


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Bird of Paradise

Such a colorful bird,
Donned in plume so celestial,
Played in the theater of the absurd!
Though an act of love, the vision was blurred,
The theme of the show was carnal and bestial!

But the Bird was a lover,
Free of the restraints of another,
Who high above our hearts did hover!
Oh, this bird is such a heavenly endeavor! 
Am I bad for wanting to pluck a feather?

Oh Bird of Paradise,
Open your wings in flight, 
For the night sky is your vice –
And it brings the Kings of Man such delight!
You colorful thing, you’re brighter than moonlight!


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Sweet release

All the memories of us are beginning to fade; no longer can I recall what had made me stay.
And all the things I had thought to be true, are now fading with the sour remembrance of you.
What once was a free bird taking flight, now the same bird that has lost the will to fight.
The fiery love that we once had, now seems so dull, so thoughtless, so drab.
You never were passionate, you never ran deep, the only things I can remember are the things that made me weep.
In an iron fist you held me, never to let go, as my breath began to quicken, my heartbeat beginning to slow.
With all the effort I was putting in, I thought we would rise above it, I thought we would win.
I’m fortunate to say you have proved me wrong, and all the love I once held, I thank god is now gone.
-Micaiah Price
 


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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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My Raven, My Heart

 I hear you calling.
 I know you're here.
 I feel your presence.
 I feel your eyes on me.

 You are my guidance.
 You are my friend.
 I love the power,
 you use on me.

 You're special in your own way.
 I sense you coming every day.
 You are my angel, you stay close.
 I appreciate everything you done for me.

 Your feathers are as black as coal.
 Your eyes shines like diamonds.
 Your call alerts me to come.
 You are mine alone.

 Hear me, take me under your wing.
 I'm bound to you, through thick and thin.
 Understand this relationship is different,
 It still forms a bond by love.


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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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Fickle Lady

(The bluebird Saga)

She took a lot of convincing
Poor guy, he was trying

After the eviction from
purple martin domain
he had no home to offer

He quarreled and begged
scolding us, insensitive 
clods that we were

Research taught us
exactly what we needed
Soon - not one, but three
bluebird houses were in place

He pleaded, he cajoled
She flew off with another

Now she's back
(apparently unsatisfied)
building a nest
in one of the three

He's a stand-up guy,
happy and content
Go figure
   


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Tropical Nightingale



Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee


Details | I do not know? | |

Electric Tides Chicken Wire Skies

Den The Dawn Her Bird Cage Pawn 
              Plucked Their Hens A Feather Pen 
                       Cock A Doodle Doo His, Momma Knew....


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Flighty Bird

There are times I feel
I’m like a small flighty bird
Endlessly and powerfully drawn by the wind
To the sky
The clouds
The sun and moon and sea and world
The colors I wear and the words I sing often attract the interest of humans
Approaching clumsily hands outstretched
They interest me
My head cocks from side to side
Studying
I sing and draw them, tease them, intrigue them
It’s a game I play
But the instant they take one step too many, compromising my space, threatening my freedom
I’m gone
Back to the peaceful independence of the lonely sky 
Tied to nothing and no one
But one came singing a song of his own
A song that harmonized perfectly with mine
He approached slowly, sweetly, thoughtfully
And I listened and watched
Felt
Took the slightest of hops toward him
Impulsively 
Timidly
Longingly 
Captivated
Nearly within arms reach
Nearly surrendering 
Too close, I fled
For if I were to become a caged bird
I fear I would cease to sing


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Head East

There is a bird here, 
calling back to her echoes;  
terribly in love. 
 


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song of love

The song bird sings
As the love bird stares
Hypnotized
by the beautyfull sounds it hears
cries of passion,strung into song
the love bird cant help
but hum along
soon to be taken in by desire
about to take flight
climbing higher & higher..
by. Scottie b garrow/12/28/09


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A LETTER TO MY BELOVED

A LETTER TO MY BELOVED


While I am writing this letter to You, my one and only,
the mute wind,
utterly silent and stealthy,
has opened the doors of the old church,
and carried away the prayers
along the white heavenly fields.
The mute wind never opens my door,
because he knows that my prayers ran dry
long since, just like my tears.

While the eternally faithful solitude
carries my passions
across the face of the bloody horizon,
my memories are slowly dying
on the bonfire of the demonic fire of oblivion.
My one and only, I am not afraid of my own death,
I am afraid of the death of our memories.

You remember, my one and only,
the cheerful song of the golden bird
on the red rose’s petal,
when You used to bestow me with kisses,
moist and reverberant,
warm and dreamy.
My pen is trembling in my hand,
just like that red rose,
where Your gentle gaze is no longer present.
You know, my one and only,
one of the rose’s petals shivers in the wind
more than all the others.
It is the same petal
you used to fondle
at the break of day.
Its face is perfectly human
yearning and lonely
like mine.

Up there, the golden bird is singing,
while down here solitude is following my steps.
Why won’t it be killed?
Because its grave
lies down there along with many souls,
because human laws do not apply to it.

And when the mute wind
started wistfully humming
in the tired night’s embrace,
I continued wandering the world
with the inexplicable hope
that I might, perchance,
walk into You.
Days, months and years
were carried away by the capricious wind of destiny,
and You still remained but a memory.
There is no pain in my defunct heart,
everything is so distant and meaningless without You,
and You are so far,
and me,
I never took part in anything again.
And when that golden bird,
amidst its cheerful song,
would casually look into my eyes,
I would be stricken with indescribable memories.
And while the April sky
rose above its
quivering golden head,
I knew that its song
travels towards a borderline,
invisible world,
just like all our memories do.
  
Do not worry, my one and only,
the day will come,
our day,
when the golden bird shall sing
for us only,
and when that rose petal shall once again
tremble in Your hand,
just like my hand shall tremble
in Your hand.
  
 
©Walter William Safar







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Starling hearts

I felt your heartbeat
A flight of startled starlings
It was then I knew
You wanted me too.


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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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Once I Sought But Love Ran Away

Once I Sought But Love Ran Away

I sought peace by way of knowledge
the well was full but the peace it did so hide
I ran races after peaceful horses but 
the saddles fell of and trampled was my heart
I sought love by way of exciting sex with 
beautiful vixens but satisfied I found love hiding
I ran after soft girls with hard sexy bodies only 
to find sex great but true joy O' so elusive
A journey lead me into a wild life looking for
clues to peace and love. I found great pleasure 
no real gain. I sat for years begging for an answer
when suddenly a little bird told me-
Stop, you are trying to force it! 
Love flees from force. Settle down, look around 
and you will see Love seeking you out! A great
truth hit me like a ton bricks. I obeyed that 
little voice and now married ten years to the
 Love that searched me out! 
Hallejah and I praise her with a Shout!!!!!

Stop, open your heart, look and listen.
That same little bird just may speak to you!

Robert Lindley. 08-13-2014


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For a bird

Evening willow calls
Low across the brambling sand 
A bird cries alone

Sunset bids farewell
To the moaning surf and bar
A gull flies through dark

The sky no sound makes
With thunder or wind or plane
Promise of us gone

Evening willow calls
To moaning surf at the bar
I to distant star

Let night comes silent
Then, and heart waves be so still
A bird flies alone


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In Love With Loving You

        IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
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.

St Croix, USVI March 27,2011


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Destination of Two Birds

Two birds flying high up
In the infinite blue sky
Asked I
Where are you going?
What is your destination?
They replied
We want to go far
In the resignation
Away from the world of man
Bad company 
Leads to a bad destiny
We wish we are not infected
With the inhuman traits
That human being
Has invented
We want to live in the world
Of love and affection
All truthful sensation
Faithful determination
Heartful compassion
Away from the envy, hatred,
Betrayal, selfishness,
Cunningness and temptation
If constant dropping
Wears the stone away
How can we save our
Soft loving hearts
From hellish decay
In the world 
Where everyone knows
His interest best
Our feelings cannot rest
We will enjoy our being
Where there is no trace
Of a human being


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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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06072014 Get Along Home

,b>Get Along Home


When I was young

Life on the farm was difficult to understand at seven

The rooster flogged me

Dad in vengeance chopped the heads of everyone of his mates
 numbering a hundred

As he watched in the coop

Perhaps I didn't understand the reality that since I ate at the table

that I had to pluck the feathers off too

It was one of the hardest things to do

As a young lady he taught me manners and I served
 his gentleman guests-

as they looked upon me, the youngest daughter
Perhaps God had greater plans

for I wanted to see some of the world outside the farm


When Dad got sick, he left a hundred sheep for me to tend

It was the happiest and peaceful I've ever been despite the pain in my life

Perhaps God had greater plans for me when my mother sold half the stock
and I was left to work a waitress job at fourteen

And I liked serving the people
they were much different than the farmers I had met


I had my chance to leave home with my mothers permission at the age of sixteen  ~ 

I moved to Georgia
and I knew God had other plans for me

Its been thirty two years now

when will I learn that society isn't too good for me

I find myself on my land looking and feeling the breeze on my cheek

steel tears from my soul; they don't come

for I've never been loved by a man at all

I thought about throwing in the towel, and becoming a hermit
Perhaps God has greater plans for me

He spoke to me the other day
I know the voice of my Lord
He wondered why I do that..

pretty much, sell myself short


He said there is such beauty and wonderment
and I blinked as a fawn

Perhaps I do not know how to communicate well in public,

in fact, even people in the small towns nearby say I am the nicest lady but odd

Life is harsh as we search for acceptance

my inner child trembles and I am so very hurt
for who could love me?

As the old folk sing an old folk song:
(get along home Cindy, Cindy)
(get along home Cindy, Cindy)

Perhaps God has other plans

Life is difficult,

no doubt about it

My poured soul flows

and I lack comfort that I need

harsh words are more than I can bear these days

and I find many blessings knowing I don't have to stay on this earth for all time

Perhaps I could show the world my inner self so kind

but I'm shy;

to get hurt again

I've never given that to any man

but Dear Ole' Dad


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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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Have You

Have you noticed day during night
Have you watched a bird not in flight
Have you seen the rainbow before the rain
Have you looked past my smile to my shame

Have you heard at night the words I scream
Have you ever understood what they mean
Have you realized how bad you hurt me
Have you known how my heart bleeds

Have you felt the sting of the words I say
Have you noticed how far from you I stay
Have you never cared about my shedding tear
Have you ever seen my true fear

Have you sensed my love for you
Have you said you loved me too
Have you looked into the cause of my pain
Have you figured out my shame

My love is the day during night
I am the bird not in flight
My eyes are the rainbow before the rain
And you, my love, are my shame


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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? | |

Grabbing It's Serpent By, His Tale

Into the abyss dust from lambent's heel....
Jelly goo betwixt his pew; amid toe tapping time
Holding tight her branch a farewll address he pleads
Tears flowing down touched their crowd; dae's bondman weeps
While Impetigo adjust fate's twined horns this cloth she kept love's red rose
Black cloaks white hoods pill'box pilgrims of ancient old dissipate presenting mastiff's
Statuette baby Bael hands reaching towards one another embraced and don't go papa: fade to gray.


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STEPHANIE

It was love at first sight
When I first saw Stephanie
That sparkling sprite
Stunning little Steffie
It may have been her beautiful face
Wish a rosy blush on her cheek 
She was the most beautiful creature
I ever held in my arms 
It may have been the fine brown hair 
Dancing on her shoulders
Hair so fine it turned to fire
In the sunlight
Making a halo on an angel's head
Possibly it was her vivaciousness
Or just her small buttocks
Encased in her dirty jodhpurs
She was simply heart stoppingly gorgeous
Being in love with her was joyous,
Being loved by her was glorious
She would hug me 
And bury her head in my chest
The smell of her hair was heaven
Her perfume a divine intoxication
And I would feel her tremble in my arms
As a tiny bird might in the palm of your hand
I wanted to keep her safe
Protect her from harm
Then I would kiss the top of her head
And carry her off to bed
I loved her so much
But I should have loved her more
I should have loved her with a passion
With such depth and intensity
That God himself
Could not have rent her from my grasp
But I did not 
And my little bird escaped


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some day 2

struggle
and breath
talk
exhale
and walk

and I look upon the light that surrounds me
I remember a different time in blue

The leaves are falling
I couldn't bear to take the dead petunia plant

warm one day
cold the next
call for rain
some times 

Some day we will know why the sky is blue
I was meant for you

two yellow petunias
for winter time


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THE RAVEN

THE RAVEN (NOT FROM POE)

A raven chick attempted first flying lesson 
He didn't quite make his preplanned destination

Mother bird stood by evaluating his flying foray 
Okay is good  but good is not okay

There's more to this story and it's all true
Mother had something more before she 
was through

When her little bird alighted on one of 
canyons' ledges
She flew to him and placed a treat from 
her beak into the fledger's

But there are some who have no use for birds
Using birds as models for disparaging words

Pointing a finger "bird brain" they will say
Not realizing the finger is pointed the wrong way 


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Birds

Can the birds sing a song
Can I be the one along
Hear what they say 
Love in the morning love in there song
Can a man make this or not
Sing old bird my love song
I watch you eat and hear your song
But can you make me belong
I wish i could fly
All i can do is cry
Bird of a song let me be
For all to see 
Not a bird here only a man
Wish i could sing
Like the birds in the morning
Man like me can only moan


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You Know I Did Love You

…on a Sunday morn, against the ever watchful
and furtive glances of bird feeders, who enjoy
the occasional, yet so gentle breeze; 
the vibrant façade of this kirk and voices of hummingbirds,
in the rays of my morning orb, you suddenly appear

before me, with echoes of our yesteryears;
your sad, sad face reminds me of happy, happy times 
that you once etched in my heart; now you came, with desire 
of wanting me back, I know, for I can feel it
as I listen to your whisper to the wind “I still love you!”

“Great, just great! You know I did love you, 
but it is too late now Honey!” my eyes silently answer;
…the vibrant façade of this kirk and voices of hummingbirds 
have already intertwined, with resounding wishes 
and marching of bird feeders, to part our ways, for eternity.


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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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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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The Little Bird

“Let’s fly!” said the little bird up in a tree.
“But I’m scared” said the bigger bird.
“Scared? You?” said the little bird,
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall.”
“But the big wise owl,” said the bigger bird,
“he didn’t catch me, and the glorious eagle, 
he didn’t catch me either, and I trusted them.”
“I may be just a little bird,” said the little bird,
“but I can do something they cannot..”
“What?” said the bigger bird.
“I can fly under your wing,” said the little bird,
“and help you learn to fly on your own”.

So the little bird took wing,
And the bigger bird flapped its wings real hard,
Closed his eyes and left the branch.
As he felt himself falling, he began to doubt,
“The bigger birds that I trusted with their size and 
Strength all let me fall… that little bird won’t save me either.”
And just as fast as that thought began,
He felt a little tickle under his wing,
And gently he began to fly right.
And there, under his broken wing,
Was the little bird, balancing his wing on top of him.

“You… you aren’t going to leave me?”
Said the bigger bird.
“No,” said the little bird, “you need help,”
“your wing is broken and needs to heal.”
“Thank you, little bird,” said the bigger bird.
“Don’t worry,” said the little bird, 
“It’s a long journey, but I know the way”.

So the little bird helped the bigger bird
Grow strong enough to fly on his own.
And one day, the bigger bird ventured out
All by himself and discovered he could fly.
“I can fly all by myself now!” sung the bigger bird.
“I see..” said the little bird feeling unimportant.
“Don’t worry”, said the bigger bird,
“I won’t leave you either.”
“Even though you don’t need me anymore?”
Said the little bird.
“I need you now more than ever,” said the bigger bird,
“for you never let me fall and stayed the whole way,”
“and on that journey I learned something else..”
Said the bigger bird.
“Oh?” said the little bird.
The bigger bird bent down to the little bird and said,
“You needed me too”.


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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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I'd Do It

   If I were a bird 
What kind of bird would I be
If I had no soul 
My soul would would be free
If I could lie down 
On my bed all night
Just think and look up at the sky
   I'd do it
When they say I'm crazy
I say they're right
and prove it
lets do it
   I wanna do it with you
Baby lets run around the world
Lets get caught in the blue
If you asked me to get in trouble tonight
I'd do it
  If I wanted to 
To go and get lost
You know I'd have to
Just go along
You try to make me
To take me
Lay me
But you can't rape the willing
Cuz I'd do it
I would do it


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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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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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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.


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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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Wrapped in His Love

Once in a while, 
when I see the sky
there’s a gentle reminder;
a bird would fly by.
The blue up above 
Behind big fluffy clouds
Tells me the world is
In comfortable shrouds.
There’s ever a feeling
Of protection surround
When blue up above
And beauty abounds.
The bird flew to heaven
And left me to know
The world will live on
And continue to grow.
Feelings, I then have
As I look up above
Are those of happiness
All wrapped in His love.