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I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet


I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.


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On this lovely morning

On this lovely morning

I sit here, this fine morning
And I feel I have to write
Just as the day is dawning
It gives me sweet delight
Black Cockatoos fly overhead
It's a lovely mystic morn
On this wondrous path I tread
A new day it is born.

The sun comes shining high above
The sky is mystic blue
It bathes the flowers with its love
They shine in every hue
As only love can fill my soul
The love for everything
The whole wide world it seems so whole
My heart begins to sing.

As birds they feed upon my lawn
Such pleasure I do feel
The mystery that comes with dawn
So tender and so real
I feel it to my deepest core
It mesmerises me
How I really do adore
Dawns lovely mystery.

15 October 2014


 









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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.


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Whilst walking through the woods

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry

Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun

Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day


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Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


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As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.


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Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


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Ripe Mangos

Ripe Mangos
overripe mangos falling from a pregnant tree- worms ready for feast


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In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014


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Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Happiness

Quintain

Happiness

When sunset comes it makes me smile
A mystic silence greets me then
The birds they sing in grandest style
I am the happiest of men
When I do spot a fairy wren.

When morning comes it gives me joy
As darkness fades, and sun shines bright
This feeling, nothing could destroy
The dawn it gives me such delight
As magpie bids the day ‘goodnight’.

I love to walk down to the lake
And watch the ducks swim lazily
Sometimes a mist is in the air
Then sun shines through so hazily
As parrots screech from yonder tree

Some folk would say that I’m insane
Because I’m filled with happiness
From laughing, me I can’t refrain
I love to feel life’s sweet caress
The God of love my heart does bless

22 November 2014


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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


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The Skylark - Alouette

Watch the birds in flight
As they soar from sight
Over verdant canopies,
With their nests below
Tiny feathers grow
On their fledglings in the trees.

Hungry mouths to feed
With the gathered seed
Found upon the dewy sod,
Which the skylark brings.
Afterward she sings
Her sweet gift of song to God.

© Connie Marcum Wong

 For Dr. Ram’s
‘The Alouette Contest’


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Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


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By the river

Holy Grail

By the river

Have you ever sat, by the riverside?
As it flows so endlessly to the sea
It always makes me feel so deified?
The river is the place I love to be
Have you seen the ducks gently passing by?
As sun shines softly at the break of dawn
Oh its sweet beauty no one can deny
How I love the sweetness of the morn
So much beauty I do see
Oh, how it makes my heart sing
I love the mystery
It does bring
Oh, so free
Lovey birds
Sing for me
Deliciously
I really love the river
Oh lord such joy it does deliver

15 September 2014 @ 0500hrs. 


Holy Grail is a form created by John Henson. 
Syllable count is 10,10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 7, 7, 6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9.
Rhyme is a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, e, f, e, f, g, h, g, h, I, I.


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Whilst in the valley

Whilst in the valley

Whilst alone down in the valley
I gazed upon a deep blue sky
As my senses, they did rally
The birds above me they did fly
My eyes they filled with gentle tears
That would douse the fiercest fire
I stood there in the morning glory
As river flowed that never tires.

The birds they sang a melody
As morning sun, its rays did gleam
River lapped so peacefully
As I stood there filled with dreams
Dreams of love, and dreams of laughter
Touched my heart and made it sing
Was I in the great hereafter?
Oh such love this morn did bring

The solitude so soft and mellow
It held me in its sweet caress
There I was one happy fellow
All filled with so much tenderness
I stood there in that flowing river
Listening to the chimes of peace
I prayed unto my Lord, the giver
As I felt such sweet release

13 November 2014


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Walking through the wetlands

This poem s in a style created by Christina R Jussaume


Walking through the wetlands

I’m walking through the wetland trails
The trees are soaking from the rain
I’m always here I’m back again
I’m walking through the wetland trails
The birds are singing in the trees
As feather leaves dance on the breeze
I feel the rain, I feel the rain.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
A kookaburra laugh’s out loud
The rain it forms a kind of shroud
I’m walking through the wetland trails
Two kangaroos go leaping past
The rain it seems has stopped at last
The bird laughs loud, the bird laughs loud.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel around me chimes of love
Now sun shines softly from above
I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel in nature all around
The breath of God that can be found
In chimes of love, in chimes of love

I feel Gods presence up above.

20 August 2014 0845hrs.


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Beautious Hummingbird

Tiny
Trochilidae
Beauty.

Long beak,
Sucking nectar 
You seek.

Rare sight,
Humming softly
Delight.


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


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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


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Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars


10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest


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Raise your head

Raise your head

Raise your head up to the sky
And praise the power above
Give her all you have, my friends
For she gives you such love
She gave you all you see before you
She gave you ears to hear
The silence of a brand new morn
The bird song sweet and clear

Raise your head, pray to the power
No bargaining with her
Thank her with sincerity
That she your heart does stir
With all the beauty that you see
All around you on this morn
Thank her for the wonder of
This morning just been born.

Raise you head, and close your eyes
And let her grace come to you
Do this every single day
It’s the best thing you can do
For you have everything you need
To fill your heart with joy
For all the love she gives to you
There’s naught can this destroy.

23 July 2014 @ 1440hrs.


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Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Shall we dance to music 
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground

Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!

Robert J. Lindley  09-29-2014

Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.


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Sometimes in June

Sometimes in June

It was a lovely June morning;
Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky,
The air was full of sweet scents,
Small groves and groups of trees,
Silence like little lambs.

It was a lovely June morning;
Day had broken,
Cold and gray,
Exceedingly cold and gray,
No sun nor hint of sun,
It was a clear day.

It was a lovely June morning;
I gazed about other creatures in solitary,
An intangible pall over the face of other creatures,
Subtle gloom that surrounded man’s life,
The joyous in the mist of other nature,
Deep thought and tearful happy,
Slowly blush the past event away.

By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.


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When the night does fade

When the night does fade

I love it when the Dawn is here
When sky it turns an orange shade 
And then it turns to azure blue
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the birds wake up
Those songs they sing are heaven made
Such joy it overflows my cup
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when blooms open wide
With colours sweet of every grade
The whole world seems so deified
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the hens cry out
Because some healthy eggs are laid
When Cockatoos are all about
I love it when the night does fade

25 September 2014.


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Whipped


Watching the trees 
get whipped by wind and rain,
      I thought of the birds

of falling nests 
and    
broken wings,

why are there none 
at my window today?

Yesterday they were here, 
when the liquid curtains fell

Let them seek shelter here.

I hear them distantly, 
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger 
than me. 




08212013100.202


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Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


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Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.


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Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




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This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.









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Beyond The Garden Gate

Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.

My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.

Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.

While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.






Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"


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You have it all

Written as the words poured out after I read a lady’s poem this morning on the 
soup.

You have it all

I hear it all. I read it all
All the lack of life’s contentment
The mind goes on, and on and on
Pouring out resentment
Cause this is what mind’s all about
It’s fickle and it’s dull
Mind can always cause one trouble
But never make one whole.

You’re given all you need my friend
To have heart filled with joy
All you need is self-acceptance
But your world you do destroy
By wanting what you cannot have
As you live for future days
Or the past that’s gone forever
Hey lady, Lift your gaze.

You were given everything
The day that you was born
The sun, the flowers, the birds that sing
The beauty of the dawn
 But now you’ve let your mind take over
So you live in misery
Learn to still the thoughts, my friend
And then you will be free

22 July 2014 @ 0647hrs.


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Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
\
‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

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

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

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

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


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

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


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Feelings at dusk

Feelings at dusk

I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel glad
It’s a funny kind of thing
A kind of mellow, easy feel
 Where heart does softly sing
A melody of life’s sweet bliss
As dusk, with sleepy eyes
Seeps in so very stealthily
Looking old, but wise

I sit, and sink into this dusk
As silence comes, so still!
And Sun grows weaker all the time
So low he grows on will
He goes to where he always goes
Each day when night time comes
And tells him with the song of birds
As they signal ‘day is done!’

I sit here very silently
As pen, it scrapes white sheet
And life seems filled with mystery
As sun fades in defeat
Then misty moon takes over sky
So full, and huge and bold
Another day has turned to dusk
Such a wonder to behold!


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Morning bliss

Morning bliss

I walk along this wetland trail
All lined with twisted trees
As they join in nature’s symphony
Dancing upon the breeze
A ring necked Parrot sings his song
Some magpies warble low
As the sun shining from deep blue sky
It makes the morning glow.

The peaceful lake reflects the sun
As Ducks quack lazily
The wattle bird gives grating calls
That echo through the trees
Corella parrots screeching loudly
Do fly above my head
As I walk this bush land trail
With joy within my tread

A Kookaburra laughs out loud
In a haunting kind of way
It seems the whole world is alive
On this sunny winters day
I walk, my camera in my hand
Snapping pictures everywhere
With my feet as light as feathers
My mind with not one care.


Details | Ballade | |

Half an hour before sunrise

Half an hour before sunrise.

Half an hour before the Sunrise
That’s a time I love the best
The silence is so beautiful
And the morning feels so fresh.
That’s when the birds all start to sing
As they celebrate the day
And tell the world it is that time
The Sun is on its way.

I look out from my window
At the trees across the way
As those birds sing in them joyfully
And greet the new born day.
As the Sun peeps through those two tall trees
It’s such a wondrous sight
As it awakens in my soul 
Such strains of pure delight.

Half an hour before the sunrise
It’s a magic time of day
As all the dust of the day before
It has been swept away.
As those birds they sing so sweetly
I think they’re telling me
Wake up my child, wake up, wake up!! 
And feel life’s mystery.


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Gull's Brunch

A lone gull, white breasted pecked and pecked at flecks of snow on the ground - a curious delight this February day, but what could be found in nature's freshly poured flakes to sate the bird's appetite? She turned and soared away on wings of grey. By Andrea Dietrich/ Motif is Nature For "the Impress me with a small poem! (New / Old)" Poetry Contest of Giorgio A. V.


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

My three trees

My three trees

When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.

And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.

Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.

11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.






Details | Haiku | |

Here in the garden

Haiku

Here in the garden

Here in the garden
Wagtail sings his happy song
He is so joyful.

Oh, such loveliness
How the roses smell so sweet
So many colours.

The dog is sleeping
The doves they walk up to him
He don’t seem to care

The Mulberry tree
Dances on the summer breeze
Oh, so gracefully

The Parrots feeding
Pink and grey and beautiful
Noisy birds are they.

I sit drinking tea
As the sun it smiles at all
I just bask in peace

Such a lovely day
I could sit here forever
I am mesmerized.


Details | Ballade | |

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Here on this Sabbath, I’m bewitched.
Its spring, a precious morning
The Sun shines down so tenderly
As new day is a dawning
And me, I’m standing like a statue
As that feeling’s coming on
And all around this lovely space
The air is filled with bird song

The Sun it be so velvet soft
It caresses my right cheek
And moves on down the side of me
And Lord, it feels so sweet.
As those Magpies warble cheerfully
Their magic woos my soul.
I am a tree, I am a flower
Oh, lord I feel so whole

The Elderberry tree beside me
With it’s a tender leaves of green.
Something about its clustered flowers
It does enhance this scene
I could go on forever
About those pure white flowers.
I guess that Sunday’s loveliness
It has me in its power.

Tecoma flower, flashes orange
In the Sunday morning sunlight
Its tiny leaves, oh how they sparkle
As that Sun shines down so bright.
The drone of motors on the highway
They seem to purr and say
That this Sabbath day in spring
Is such a lovely day.


Details | Ballade | |

To rise up in the early morn

To rise up in the early morn.
 
Some folk think it’s crazy
To rise in the early morn
And walk beneath the starlit skies
Then welcome in the dawn
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
 And wild birds sing their songs
Oh, when I walk these wetland trails
This world to me belongs.
 
In the early morning hours
I feel such mystery
And as I walk beside the lake
My life feels oh, so free
A terrapin might cross my path
Or a lizard or a snake
Or a frog or two might catch my eye
As they wander from the lake.
 
I would not swap for anything
This life I love to live
I could not lie there in my bed
Life has too much to give
To watch the sun wake up the day
As the lake reflects it all
This be to me a miracle
A thing so beautiful.


Details | Rhyme | |

In Flight

Gentle are this afternoon's random rains, that water the garden's blooming flowers. Still one hummingbird ignores the showers. Life travels through its delicate veins.  Suspended motionless feeds on planted nectar, harmless, unimposing, all thrust no vector. My tearing eyes lit glowingly, in awe I observe attentively          this miniature bird moving quietly. While silk wings flutter invisibly, his straw draws food continually.  A brushed mystical blue  with stroked green sure presents a marveled view of God's fairy creature. Flitting to and fro above land. Diminutive and grand this alluring, this flying miracle!
18~10~2014 Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Contest Name: The "I Do Not Know" Poetry Form Contest


Details | Ballade | |

The earth is all a glow

The Earth is all a glow

It’s such a perfect day to day
This morning all the sky
Is painted in the darkest grey
As Cockatoos fly by
The rain begins to fall real hard
Making drum beats on my window
As sun does try to show his face
And the earth is all a glow.

And then like magic, clouds disperse
And the morn is soft and still
And all the Earth it is immersed
[Oh, how it makes me thrill]
With the suns sweet lovely tenderness
Oh what a lovely show
I love it when the sun beams down
And the earth is all a glow

Honeyeater sings his song
From a lovely Banksia tree
Some doves here in a little throng
They coo so tenderly
Green parrots perch upon a fence
And give off quite a show
I love it when the sun shines bright
And the earth is all a glow

I’m out here on the porch alone
To watch this lovely show
I sit in silence like a stone
And the earth is all a glow

14 July 2014 @ 1434hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

In Pemberton

In Pemberton

I sit here in the afternoon
{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}
I hear sheep calling far away
Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!
In Pemberton where the grass grows green
And everything seems so serene

Ravens call from a bushy tree
Such a lonely kind of symphony
As sun all dressed in yellow gold
Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold
In Pemberton where the big trees grow
And all of nature seems to glow.

It’s a place all dressed in wondrous hues 
Where giant trees grow straight and true
If I had to choose, I’m telling you
It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.
There is no finer place to go
It’s a place where life just seems to flow

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens
And many others, I watch them
I rise at dawn with day begun
And walk beneath that morning sun
In Pemberton where the air’s so clear
Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.


Details | Etheree | |

I write spiritual



I write Spiritual

I really love to write words spiritual
Of sweet nature, and the song of joy
Lay mystery at reader’s feet
Lots of rhythm I employ
I write of birds, and trees
Always write with ease
And lovely style
To make those
Who read
Smile
Love
And read
My sweet words
About the trees
The sweet mystery
All the lovely flowers
And all the magic power
That always mesmerises me
Makes my mind go to our holy God
Whose sacred path it really must be trod

25 September 2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring is here

Spring is here

Spring is here at last   
Wonderful   
The winter months they can be very cruel 
I don’t like that at all  
Happy birds they sing their song, they do in wondrous, sweet delight  
We have longer days, and shorter nights  
And in the spring it seems to me that every single thing is wonderful and right	  
The sun shines down as happy birds they build their nests 
The fish swim round our little pond chasing one the other they never take a rest 
Everything it seems is oh, so blessed 
Each day seems warmer than the other as sun comes shining down 
My body turns to brown 
Flowers bloom adorably just for me 
Making life
Smile so cheerfully 

17 September 2014 @ 1512hrs.

*Fives and Threes is a style by Leolark on site. 

Thus 15 lines with syllable counting 5-3-10-6-15-9-20-12-20-9-15-6-10-3-5. The line with 20 syllables depending on your text size may require two lines which is acceptable.
Rhyme and subject optional


this creates the shape of an evergreen tree if done correctly..... good luck....


Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.


Details | Sonnet | |

Uplifting morn by the lake

 
Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


For Elly's Sonnet contest.


Details | Free verse | |

The Logical Bird Sings A Logical Song

A single bird rests above
Singing over and over again
The same notes in the same logical order
Again and again
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
The song never changes
Doesn't it know what is around it?
Doesn't it see the world below?
The grass and flowers
The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball
Doesn't it see the two people in love?
The two who want a beautiful melody
A melody that matches they way they feel
Soft lilting music
Notes that match the sound of the breeze
The distant waves
Does the lonely bird care?
Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset
Muted by grey skies
Chased by true blackness
Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset?
Hidden away
Colors lost never to be seen again
Or do they just repeat?
Again and again
Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset
Fade into the darkness
Into a distant memory
And the bird, still singing the same notes
Never realizing that he is not fully alive
But knowing that his music is still logical.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Calendar

Haiku Calendar 
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)

snow and more snow falls 
cold wind and more cold wind blows 
all branches are bare 

starving and weak birds 
a chill grips before sunrise 
fall from bare branches 

warm afternoon wind 
thin morning ice melts on pond 
a song bird is heard 

poppies hide in grass 
drink from early morning showers 
bees drink from open buds 

warm ruffles new weeds 
clover covers budding ground 
crickets find their song 

hawk hunts small rabbit 
green hedges give good cover 
blood drips on clover 

sun waves off dark soil 
flowers grow only in shade 
bees hive drips sweet wax 

in shade cow chews cud 
waits for dark to find water 
sleeps on top of mound 

east winds pull cool rain 
quinces bright hill flowers thirst 
streams roar then fall quite 

squirrel hides acorn 
digs hole at foot of oak tree 
barks at gray wet sky 

leaf fall from elm tree 
vacant bird nest are exposed 
geese sound over head 

deer move over trail 
fawns loose baby spots and jump 
graze on holly leafs  


Details | Verse | |

Skylark

The heavens, their stage;
spotlights of sunrays.
Soaring angelic chorus.
Ballerina dance,
their movements enhanced
by beautiful songs of love.
A sweet lullaby
drifts down from the sky.
Performance demands a hush.
Entranced, we are now,
as they take their bow.
Mother Earth's mobile for us.
Contest: The Alouette Sponsor Dr. Ram Mehta


Details | Verse | |

Cardinal's Solitary Home-II


On a chilly Christmas morn
I looked out of the window.
Most of the birds have gone
on this cold dark winter day.
I saw a Cardinal on the tree
brilliantly colored Northern Cardinal.
A winter fixture at snow-covered bird feeders
I ask myself “Do the birds have Christmas?
Looking for something to eat or
planning in advance for a habitat
on this leafless tree
like the politicians’ fake promises.
When it gets cold, it flies south
when it gets warm; it returns;
that is what we learn from birds.
Maybe waiting his girlfriend’s message
for when to bring food to the nest.
A few leaves lay on the starving rod
Fallen from the ash and grey

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Details | I do not know? | |

A Bird In Flight

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


Details | Verse | |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
        Gliding-nature's 
handiwork.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
handiwork,dismember's 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
lives.
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.


Details | Ballade | |

After the rain

After the rain

Velvet green with mauve and yellow
Touches blue sky overhead
I walk along this wetland trail
With fairy feathers in my tread
Green parrots in their crazy flight
Rise and fall above the trees
Who’s branches dance in splendid rhythm
As they ride upon the breeze

The ground still moist from yesterday
When the rain came falling down
It feels all kind of downy soft
And looks so very damp and brown
As sweet brown doves search for a feed
And a raven high above
Gives out a call of loneliness
In a voice brim filled with love

The lake it glimmers sheeny, shiny
As the sun upon it beams
It sings a song of sanctity
That fills my heart with lovely dreams
And whispers words of mystery
That seep into my peaceful soul
As I walk in morning silence
Letting nature make me whole.


23 Aug 2006





Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 


Details | Personification | |

Eagles

Eagle flying high, just a dot in the sky
I fly in to join you and circle with you
together we take delight in plummeting down
then climbing back up to float on thermals

The landscape below shows trees the size of matches
individual flowers too small to see just splashes
of many different hues blending into each other
the steady wind ruffles my feathers as I tease you

Playing and courting we bond once more
and set about setting our eyrie to rights
high up on the steep jagged cliff top
any danger spotted miles away from this vantage point

I take turns with you sitting on our eggs
then off to hunt I soar searching for my prey
there down there a fat young rabbit grazes
I swoop down and now dinner daintily I eat

Replete I retire to the tree tops
and spread my wings basking in the sun
      life is good so very good    
soon the cycle restarts with my chicks

written 01/23/2013

contest Personify Any Animal of Your Choosing


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 | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | Narrative | |

The Owl

Hey there Owl sitting up in that tree,
What are you doing looking down at me?
So with a quick little wink and a short little sigh,
that old Owl just replied,
Who?
Well I don't see any mice or rabbits or bears ,
no Eagles or Hawks or Robins, any where.
No Deer or Elk or even a Moose,
So then; yes Mr. Owl I was speaking to you.
That old owl just turned his head,
looked the other way and calmly said;
Who?
So with a bit of disgust I started again,
naming off animals, and  even some kin,
I don't see an Elephant or a Zebra or even a  laughing Hyena,
I don't see my brother or sister or even Aunt Myrtle,
Why I don't even see a slow crawling Turtle.
That old Owl turned his head about and looked straight at me,
and with a bit of chagrin in his eye which I could see, said;
Who?
I could see I was getting no where fast,
and this questioning I was doing was not going to last.
So I decided I would end it and just walk away.
I was wasting my time trying to get him to say;
anything but,  
Who?
So I turned and started to walk away,
when I heard these words, in a wise old way.
"I am the wisest of all the birds, because I listen to all I've heard.
I don't interrupt and I wait my turn, 
these things are what make me the wisest bird." 
I turned back to him and with a wink and grin,
I simply said;
Who?


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


Details | Free verse | |

NEST

NEST
Tiny red bellied birds 
Busy building a nest 
on an electricity transformer !

The couple
Use rubbish of nearby
Cable factory
Pease of wires, cables
different sizes, and shapes
wing its way
 Trapping in the sharp beaks

Irritable noise alarmed… 
The couple
Exhaustedly 
Sat a while on a wire, looking around

A little lad watching curiously
Asked, 
What you funny birds do there!

She bird replied with a sorrowful mew
Because,
You’re voracious, merciless 
And
Destroyed our lovely habited!!
 
Jayaratne Weerakkody


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Soaring High

Soaring High
Looking up I spot a bird; floating in the sky just soaring way up high. Graceful with wings spread never seeming to move slowly he circles around. In the distance another calls out as joining in this dance in the sky! The two ever higher begin their decent slow and mythological. What feels like hours I watch enjoying the sight drifting downward? What beauty the two birds display as they dare soar closer with each pass.
 At last I can tell their hawks. A pair I’m sure for they fly together and call out to one another. I watch as one pauses on a tree limb looking about. The other still circling above and calls out once again. An answer comes from the beauty on the limb.
Amazed I watch the other land on the bird bath. What a sight to see as the smaller one now splashes in the bath. Clean and dry off she flies into the trees. The big hawk again into the sky higher and higher I watch him soar. Soon he’s high enough it’s difficult to tell this graceful soaring bird is the hawk from my backyard. A cry from afar and then he too disappears from my sight. 
I find myself looking up watching and waiting for soaring high I’ll see my hawks. The graceful dance in the sky I know will lead them to the bird bath along with the branch where he sits and waits. A cry will sound in the distance alerting me of their intended arrival.  My hawks will soar high circling with grace till they dare once more visit a while.
                                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


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Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh then soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." 

                                                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest


Details | Verse | |

Spring Secret


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













23.03.2012
A-L Andresen


Details | Rhyme | |

Hoot Owl

Big-eyed hoot owl perched in a tree,
hunting for prey while eyeing me.
He swooped down swiftly and caught a mouse,
flew up and landed on the eave of my house.
Old hooty owl quickly ate the vile little beast,
burped once loudly, then glided off slowly due east.
Wise Mr. Owl will return late tomorrow evening,
perch up high in the same darn tree and give me a warning
by turning his swiveling head 180 degrees all of the way backwards,
giving me a wild-eyed wink and dropping on my sidewalk a couple of turds.


Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Ballade | |

Oh what joy

Oh, what joy.

Oh what joy it is to sit
Amidst the lovely flowers
Hearing Wagtail sing his song
With all the lovely power
Gave him by sweet tender life
What joy it is to be
Alone here sitting in my garden
As I melt in mystery.

Oh, what joy it is to see
The dance upon the breeze
Of lovely branches painted green
As they frow from graceful trees
Oh, what joy it is to hear
At the closing of the day
The corellas flying overhead
As they go upon the way.

Oh what joy, such untold joy
It is to be with me
In the silence of my soul
What lovely mystery
As canary sings his lovely song
And day begins to die
Oh, what joy it is to be
This entity called ‘I’.

13 December 2013 @ 1420hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Bird Songs

Listen when you awake at crack of dawn
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing

How very dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness

So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet  mellifluous  songs prolongs

Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey


Details | Epic | |

Song Bird

Song bird, Song Bird

take leave of flight,

Sweet new morning,

Serenade in the light...

Herald, in this bright sunlight... 

this song you sing
harmonise mornings first light...

Song bird, Song bird

you are the sky within...

...my heart receives your delicate notes,

like trinkets on gentle breeze...

Song bird, Song bird

take leave of flight,

You nurture our nature,

Song bird, Song bird,

Your morning awaits,

Song bird, Song bird,

You are the sky within...

  


Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.


Details | Ballade | |

Green Parrots

Green Parrots.

It started off with one green parrot
Who’d come down for a feed
From the trays I’d started leaving them
All heaped with healthy seed.
The next day there were two of them
And the flock it grew from there
And now, it seems, those lovely birds
They just be everywhere.

Their filled with lovely colours
And there vocals be a treat
Their voices have so many tones
From screech, to song so sweet.
But Lord these guys do fight a bit
And some that come for seed
They often end up fleeing
Before they’ve filled their needs

I try to coax some other breeds
Of birds to add some colour
They can’t get past these twenty Eights
They’ll get chased off for sure
Each time they see some other bird
They’ll kick up quite a scene
And yet these pretty coloured birds
Make my day seem so serene.


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The song of the early morn

The song of the early morn.

The magpies warble tenderly
The doves they softly Coo
A Kookaburra in the trees
He laughs to the sky so blue
The fountains play a serenade
It’s the song of the early morn
Two ravens give out throaty caws
They know, twill soon be dawn.

The jasmine fills the morning air
With its wondrous pungent scent
The darkness it has gone to sleep
This morning it was meant
To mystify the willing soul
And get the heart to sing
A thousand magic shades of light
This morning, it does bring.

Geraniums of many hues
And perfume so, so sweet
They cover everything that grows
They don’t try to compete
[This be a merely human trait
To outshine everyone]
All the flowers want to do
Is strive to reach the sun.

11 November 2013 @ 1454hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Awaiting the rain

Awaiting the rain

The morning seems so soft and silent
Such peace is all around
The bleak grey skies, they promise ‘rain
Will come to drench the ground’
All around those wetland trees
Do twist and bend their forms
Waiting for that promised rain
Perhaps there’ll be a storm.

The birds be singing loudly now
Yet the silence never breaks
As kookaburras haunting laugh
Be heard above the lake
My feet scritch, scratch along the trail
Until I reach a fork
Then I veer off to the left of me
And down that track I walk.

Then through the gnarled and twisted trees
I see a wondrous sight
Two dozen roos they cross my path
And with such sweet delight
I watch the muscles in their thighs
So much power in each one
As I thank the lord, I walk this trail
Though the clouds do hide the sun.


Details | Ballade | |

Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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Little town of Pemberton

Little town of Pemberton.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
You’ve stole my heart away
I wake up clutched within your bosom
And greet each new born day
With heart made bright by what I see
The magnitude of you
The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up
As they ride your skies so blue.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
As the morning sun shines down
I breath into me, soft clean air
And stroll towards your town
As everywhere I look I see
Your special kind of beauty
To sing your praises joyfully
I feel this be my duty.

Pemberton, my heart lights up
As I look into your skies
Through canopies of deepest green
Is it any wonder why
Some folk, they travel untold miles
To catch a glimpse of you
Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton
With the sky a cloudy hue

Oh little town of Pemberton
You live within my soul
Just walking through your wonderland
Has helped to make me whole
Your waterways, and giant forests
And the depth of your blue skies
Will make me love you, Pemberton
Until the day I die.


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 | Ballad | |

Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


Details | Ballade | |

Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

I sit me, here amidst the flowers
And play the poets role
As branches dancing on the breeze
Give magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds, it seems, join in
And fill the air with harmony
That quietens minds dull din.

Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers
Send their perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To the silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden dressed in bliss
Such solace can be found.

No work for me, not ever now
I watch the day go by
And drink in beauty peacefully
That all around does lie
As I peer into my deepest soul
And see what lies in there
On this cloudy early morn
With sweetness everywhere.


Details | Ballade | |

Living as a TPI

Living as a T.P.I

Just under twenty years ago
I was down in every way
Because of time in Vietnam
 There was horror in my days
So Repatriation did give me
A special rate of pension
To help me with my daily stress
And take away my tension.

At first I hated all of this
I felt just like a taker
Though these guys knew without a doubt
 That me, I was no faker
Then one day I did think about it
And came to the conclusion
That me, I was one lucky man.
Then gone were my illusions

So then, I made the most of it
I learned to play Guitar
And wrote about three hundred songs
[Though I never was a star]
I walked along the wetland trails
And heard the birds rich calls
And realized this lazy life
It was quite wonderful.

So now I bless each day that comes
And do not care at all
That I am living off the state
I guess I have it all
And all this leisure that I have
I deserve it, all if it
Because I went to serve my country
And I know I done my bit.

19 November 2013 @ 1500hrs.


Details | Triolet | |

Midnight Train



A bold intrusion has prevailed                                                                    
Where branches bend, and night-birds nest 
The starry night has been impaled  

A bold intrusion has prevailed 
The starry night has been impaled  
Against the sky where moonlight crests 

A bold intrusion, has prevailed 
Where branches bend, and night-birds nest 


~ 
A silver chain is southward bound   
Where weary creatures rest at ease,   
but scatter now, upon the sound.   

A silver chain is southward bound  
And clouds of dust, rise off the ground,  
This flash of light-speed stirs the leaves  
 
A silver streak is southward bound  
where weary creatures rest at ease



__________________________________________________________
In honor of the contest: "Triolet" sponsored by Giorgio Veneto 


Details | Ballade | |

The power of life

The power of life

It’s so refreshing, sitting here
On the banks of Margaret river
Such a wondrous kind of feeling
My life, it does deliver
As I sit here on this patio
Letting world just seep on in
The sound of birds the breeze a singing
Oh my, what a lovely din.

So many birds here in this land
So many different songs
I sit here in this morning light
And I know that I belong
To all this wondrous stuff around me
I am it, and it is me
I know it when I hear that breeze
It’s a song of mystery.

Oh, what joy to be alive
On this lovely summer morn
Oh how wonderful to see
This new day being born
Oh, what joy to listen to
This bird song symphony
Oh what power there is in life
What power there is in me.

31 January 2014 @ 0552hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in you audience and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.


Details | Concrete | |

The Birch

The Birch

We’re hailed by changes of weather always
Pouring, wind, rain, gale and hurricane
Our dried barks and twigs easily departs
When they lavishly attack in season
Enchanting imbibe of full moon lights
We play with millions twinkling stars
Cloud travels vigilantly surrounding us
Flurry movement with smiling joyous
Various birds and sparrows nettles
In whole branches swinging whirling
Evening and morning chirping of them
Provides sweetened sleeping time gorgeous
Shelter we provide in all season to all
We don’t mind men, animal or phantom
Various insects joyfully abode us
 Historical event many times with pride	
 Have written in our provision but
When started our birth in which reason 
Far back to exact immemorial time
Turns upheavals appeared and vanished
Our races remained pervading always
Calamities various we have noticed
Dreadful volcanoes earth quakes floods
Devastation of habitation many times
We’ve seen horror of war stopping breath
Slowly but surely in the lapse of time
We came to contact with wise human beings
They knew the uses of our multiples
Fostering lives to driving enemies all
Houses to live making door windows
Ceiling, pillars, furniture other more
Decorative enchantment in festivals too
To cross the rivers with beautiful canoe plus
Fodders to animals to shoot for vegetables
 Our fruits they contrived ordinary goods
Kinds and genres of our different
Familiar family Birch Betula Pendula
Mountain to plain everywhere our dwellings
Dwarf taller biggest eldest our findings 
Greenish yellowish leafage luscious	
Silvery skin beautiful to see and touch
Lovingly people composes writings on
Symmetry with wind when we blowing
Breeze pours joys producing sweet sound
Rustle hustle colliding leaves with twigs	
Fountain signals us enamouring love present
Running gently humming with murmuring flush
Poet’s heart delights cheering the Birch
Gorgeous, vibrant unrivalled focus
History stands describing more about
Adding, idioms, phrases and anecdotes core
So old we’re in history self also
‘Veda’ describes us memorable Birch.
 


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The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


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Birds and morning glory

Birds and Morning Glory

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And God, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and loose and fancy free
And seek s to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh so much potent energy
And so much lovely mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life, and so serene.


Details | Sonnet | |

Arise

Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs


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Freedom Reigns

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

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

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


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Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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Birds, and morning glory

Parrots and morning glory.

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And lord, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and lose and fancy free
And seeks to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh, so much potent energy
And so much mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life
And so serene!


Details | Ballade | |

I have it all

I have it all

What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.

No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.

Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.


Details | Haiku | |

Sunset and Sunrise



  In the dying light
  a heron flies to his roost -
  night owls hoot

  at sunrise heron
  waits patiently  to lance prey -
   night owls sleep 


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Ballade | |

Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery, such mystery
As I look to the other shore
The the river flows so peacefully
And it thrills me to the core
To see those trees in vibrant green
As they dance in the morning breeze
I cannot help but love this life
It gives to me such ease.

Oh it is such a wondrous power
That resides within the heart
Of nature, pure and simple nature
It helps me with my art
Of writing words of beauty
To please the mystic soul
I sit here watching nature
And feel it make me whole.

These lovely birds of wonder
They give me such a thrill
I love those graceful Pelicans
And I know I always will
As gracefully they ride the skies
And fly amidst the trees
As do I write these words on down
That some ones soul might please.

9 February 2014 @ 1543hrs


Details | Ballade | |

That time of silence

That time of silence

It’s coming soon, that time of silence
When the birds pay their last call
They come to feed here from the seed trays
It’s a time so beautiful.
Cause all those sounds both loud and soft
Diminish into naught.
And cause such depth to touch my heart

To cut down all the thought.
There’s something about the dusk’s silence
That mesmerizes me
The mystery and the stillness
How wonderful it be
When the sky is blotched with clouds
Then the dusk is so unreal
Red to orange, fade to darkness
So sweet it makes me feel.

So just for now I’ll sit and wait
And watch the parrots eat
It’s not too long now till it’s here
This evening show so sweet
When once again the sun will sink
Into the mystic night
To let love touch my heart again
And give me sweet delight.



Details | Free verse | |

When Paradise Returns

When Paradise Returns

That first year we cursed
the flood, channeled from
the border creek and basin of lakes
that added their support
King tides gave flux to sheets 
of water, rising silently after falling,
following the low-lying land
spilling once again between
the  waiting paperbarks

Our cattle, cut off from us, stood
utterly dejected - birds came
with the sounds of pardise,
re-claiming their natural habitat

That next year we waited with
the paperbarks, watching for the birds
to fill the wetland
waiting for them to fill the silent
fields again, as if by magic,
no longer cursed

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Ballade | |

Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


Details | Ballade | |

Little dove

Little Dove

Little dove upon the tree
As the day be at its end
How you look so lonely there
Like you have not a friend
You look at all that lovely seed
As day be passing by
It’s a cinch that you’ll be in that bowl
Before this day shall die.

Little dove among that seed
Head bobbing up and down
I see you as you eat your fill
What joy it seems, you’ve found
 It’s certain that you love this life
Though you wander all alone
It seems to me that seed you eat
Be the best thing you have known.

Little dove, the time is near
When you must go to bed
To harbor there in some safe tree
And rest your sleepy head
I hope this feed you have on me
Will make you brave and strong
So then tomorrow with the dawn
You can sing your morning song.


Details | Sonnet | |

Cockoo

I started hooping like a bunny,
Carrying my big chocolate egg,
But thought it could be funny
To hop while using just one leg,
 
I saw thru the window’s frame
A cuckoo bird on the ground.
She and I were doing the same,
So I imitated the cuckoo’s sound.
 
She was curious and I was too:
Did the bird understand my coo?
 
Or she only wanted to protest:
“Put back this egg on the nest!”
 
So I undid the egg’s blue lace:
“Would you do too in my place?”
 
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo 


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Yard the Fruit Bouquet

My Yard the fruit bouquet By Weston Gregory

Its gonna be that day again, 
when the sunshine reveal the morning
And makes you smile,
To watch a petal opening its fragrant scent 
drawing you right in

Atop the dew on a leafy limb, flying fast a humming bird pause;
Then whiz, again passing your eyes glistening and the feelings 
Breathtaking

I’m foliage free but my yard isn't like me
From its height a pear,
A heart shape avocado dotting about the sour sop
Could not have its tangy sweetness retract
Its skin like a spiky hat

Bread fruit, mango custard and hanging just a stretch
Planted for a next man to get
The fruit none other than the sweet sop
Barely can you refuse the bumpy look its got
None the nectar that have anything on that

All year round sight and scent of hibiscus, water lily, Cercee 
And orchid
All but make our glad bag bust
That though elusive
Such bouquet can be found in our yard its beauty an 
Added bonus 


Details | Lyric | |

NO NEED TO HIDE

Another Saturday afternoon
gentle breeze is blowing by
I just read your last love letter
felt the sparkle in your eye
The birds are serenading me
chipmunks stand entranced
I'm feeling so close to nature
in a muse for sweet romance 
Thunderstorm in the distance
massaged by the heavenly mist
Thoughts of our next together
oh I'm enraptured in all of this 
The squirrels look so happy
my fish pond's an excited buzz
The anticipation is rising high
they know what your love does
All of these friendly creatures
who live so close to me
I've told them all my secrets
they love the thought of you and me
So when you come home on Sunday
we're going to have a party outside
Then we'll make love in the meadow
they all know, so no need to hide

Date: 8-2-14


Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the lake

Walking by the lake

The sun is shining tenderly
The sky is deepest blue
Green leaves dance upon the breeze
As birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace be all around
As all along this dusty trail
 Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
Young ferns they look so green and soft
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
That I have grown to love
As parrots screech in blissful joy
In those trees so high above.

The lake, it glimmers neath the sun
As ducks give out soft quacks
My footsteps grate on sand and gravel
As I stroll along the track
Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy
Form a tunnel there for me
As I walk beside lake Joondalup
And the dawn caresses me.


Details | Sonnet | |

Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.


Details | Ballade | |

Emerald green parrot

Emerald green Parrot

There’s a long tailed ring neck Parrot
We call him the Twenty eight
He comes in my back garden
With his sweet voice he creates
A lovely echo whistle
That almost sounds like bells
He comes to feed from my feed trays
Oh, how I love him well

The male bird has a bright red cere
And blue tips on his tail
He’s a lovely kind of emerald green
And never does he fail
To fill my heart with so much joy
Each day he comes to see me
To sing to me in joyful voice
His lovely melody

How can I not love nature?
When we get such lovely birds
How could I not but sit and watch
And let my heart be stirred
As I watch him fly on down
With sunshine on his sheen
I love to see him each new morn
All dressed in shining green.

21 May 2014 @ 1154hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


Details | Blank verse | |

A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 



Details | Ballade | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.


Details | Rhyme | |

murmuration

Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size

It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes but mouth firmly shut
They aren’t too careful where they let things go
But the rhythmical flock will put on a great show

The opening of the Starling Royal Ballet
Is about to show its face upon sky’s stage
Binoculars ready for the spectacle of a lifetime
You can oooh and ahhh at this special showtime  

They fly towards you all grouped together
Dividing just in time in unison as one feather
They swirl and sway like dancers on ice
They pirouette like lovers entwined, to entice

Why does this bird who is so graceful a delight
Attack other birds, continually wanting to fight
Their plumage is shiny but its mind is so mean
Fight to grow up, as a fighting machine.

As you watch them you can forgive them most things
Wonder why they fly like this, but they can’t sing
Their voices aren’t good, so they can’t steal the show
They need a poor blue tit, to sing  for them now

I can watch this happening time after time
They never disappoint me, never just in a line
The mass of birds will stay fixed in my head
Amazed isn’t the right word use flabbergasted instead



Seren Roberts   dated 7 February 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Unwanted Things

Yellow pieces of weed eater line..
Red tattered piece of old shop rag..
Blue traces of a worn out old tarp..
White shredded remnants of a plastic bag..

I watched you from the early spring,
doing your ritual gathering,
of unwanted things, just laying around
but, to you they were treasures, surely found

Among dry meadow grass and scattered twigs,
you poked and pulled and tugged and weaved.
Then you tucked bits here and there,
of stuffing you sneaked from my old lawn chair.

Creating your masterpiece before my eyes,
the fanciest bird nest around.
You flew back and forth a million times,
while chirpping and singing away..
never complaining you worked all day.

Then babies came, all fuzzy and small,
you worked so hard to feed them all,
until they grew their beautiful wings.
and began singing their own song

And when they left you one by one..
you sang to me once again
then simply flew away.

Your wonderful nest built with such care
with colorful decorations added for flair
now rests in a basket, by my chair.....


©Donna Jones
Seeing Beauty In Imperfection
12-3-2013


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

In the country

In the country

When I’m in the country
I feel so very grand
There’s something kind of magic
That takes me by the hand
I feel just like a mystic
When I’m gazing at the sea
Or sitting on a river bank
All loose and fancy free.

When I hear the bird song
In the early morning hours
Among the Karri forests
It gives me so much power
When I’m in the wetlands
It’s a feeling just as fine
It feels like I’m an emperor
The whole wide world is mine

When the sun is smiling
In the very early morn
And I’m walking through a forest
I feel like I’m reborn
I’m all of this, I’m everything
Every river, bird, and tree
All of everything I am
I am eternity.

14 March 2014 @ 1720hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

Melody and rain

Melody and rain

It’s morning time
And oh, what joy it is
The magpies sing a lullaby
And fill me full of bliss
Black cockatoos fly over head
And with their weeeing cries
They join in with the melody
As the morning passes by.

The sky is filled with dark grey clouds
The rain is coming soon
The morn is filled with so much drama
As I listen to the tune
Of wagtails who have joined the song
This morn is filled with joy
This happiness within my heart
There’s naught could it destroy.

And now the rain comes falling down
It’s rhythm giving me
A sense of something beautiful
 Brim filled with mystery
It’s beautiful, it’s wonderful
This wondrous morning scene
It makes my heart so feather light
So peaceful, so serene. 

22 May 2014 @ 0702hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

The beauty of the way

The beauty of the way



I love these early morning hours

As the magpies sing their song

This be that certain time of day

That I feel I do belong

To everything that fills this earth

It’s a very holy time

My mind all filled with harmony

I write this little rhyme.



I write of joy, I write of love

Tis in these morning hours

When all, it feels so wonderful

And the air is filled with power

Such energy I feel within

As I sit me down and write

An ode to all that’s wonderful

My mind filled with delight.



I cannot write the way I feel

No words can really say

For words be only symbols

And the beauty of the way

Outshines all that can be wrote

You have to be in me

If you want to feel the blessed beauty

In the morn that does fill me.



27 October 22013 @ 0612hrs.






Details | Fibonacci | |

Red Kite

Watch
the
red kite
spiralling
so effortlessly.
Rising, lifted high by thermals
above the contours of this parched and dusty landscape.

Forked
tail
swivels,
directing
his graceful circles
in seemingly timeless motion.
His lifelong mate follows at measured pace, faithfully.

For
hours
airborne,
high aloft
the russet raptor
gliding with hardly a wingbeat.
I relax and watch and sense the joy of free spirits.


Details | Rhyme | |

This beautiful life


This beautiful life

Life is beautiful
So wonderful indeed
I guess I have it all
I have everything I need
To make each moment sparkle
I need nothing more
Oh, it’s remarkable
It thrills me to the core

I wake up each day
It’s then I meditate
This always be my way
How it makes me feel so great
Then I walk the silent streets
Bear dog by my side
Life feels so very sweet
Each moment deified.

Then there comes the dawn
The birds they sound so sweet
As sun wakes up the morn
I have feathers in my feet
As I gaze at orangs skies
I feel joy within
The Kookaburra cries
The day, it does begin.

20 September 2014 @ 0745hrs




Pedro’s Octave 48

Style created by Peter Duggan on date. 15 September 2014.


Details | Triolet | |

At the end of the day

Triolet

The end of day

The trees are dancing with the breeze
The birds sing out their serenade
I’m sitting here my mind at ease
The trees are dancing with the breeze
The deep blue flowers my eyes please
All this sweet beauty heaven made
The trees are dancing with the breeze
The birds sing out their serenade

The bird songs echo touches me
It makes my being, start to glow
Oh Lord, there’s so much mystery
The bird songs echo touches me
Now is a lovely space to be
I love to feel sweet natures flow
The bird songs echo touches me
It makes my being start to glow

3 December 2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

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

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






Details | Ballade | |

Magic of the wetlands

Sorry, I put this one on my wife's page by mistake.

Magic of the wetlands

Three magpies etched against the sky
Give out their warbling cries
As little clouds all soft and fluffy
Do float upon the sky
A tall tree filled with bright green Parrots
Does dance upon the breeze
As the lake so peaceful by my side
Reflects those dark green trees.

A little frog crosses my path
He's startled by me, there
As wetland trees, all gnarled and bent
Make tunnels everywhere
They line the trail, where lupins grow
And young ferns soft and green
Help to give out morning magic
All peaceful and serene.

I see the seasons come and go
Each day I walk this trail
The lake fills up, and then runs dry
As nature tells its tale 
That's the beauty of lake Joondalup
How it fills my heart with bliss
Each day I walk these wetland trails
I gain such joy from this.

8 November 2013 1935hrs.






Details | Pantoum | |

The dawn, it paints the sky

Pantoum

The dawn it paints the sky

The birds sing in the morning hour
The dawn, it paints the sky so red
Mornings seems to have such power
I’d hate to watch it from my bed

The Dawn it paints the sky so red
Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I’d hate to watch it from my bed
I need to see the new day born

Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I love their sense of mystery
I need to see the new day born
The bird song gets right into me.

I love their sense of mystery
These mornings as the day comes in
The bird song gets right into me
I love the parrots with their din

These mornings as the day comes in
My heart it sings with so much joy
I love the parrots with their din
This feeling nothing could destroy

My heart it sings with so much joy
Because each morning I’m alive
This feeling nothing could destroy
On mornings beauty I do thrive.

19 November 2014


Details | Tanka | |

a painting in motion

a flutter of wings

a scattering of seeds

the nightly meal

of winged visitors

a picture painting in motion


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day!
It’s twenty four degrees
I sit here in the garden
Just watching happy trees
Dancing softly on the breeze
To woo my hungry eyes
And oh, if you could see them
Fluffy clouds that ride the Skies


Four fountains play a love song
A blessed symphony
While lovely red canary
Pays homage to the trees
With a soft, sweet,  honey warble
 Which blends into the song
And everything is simple
There’s naught that can be wrong.


The essence, seeps on, into  me
Soft music flows on out
And plays with so much mystery
As silence all about
Comes out to meet this orchestra
And I sink so deep within
As the dusk submerges day
And the evening does begin.




Details | Couplet | |

What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.


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I love it all

I love it all

I love this sense of mystery
That’s everywhere around
I love the sweetness, and the joy
That ever can be found
In this world of nature
As the birds, they sing their songs
It’s in this world of mystery
That I really do belong.

I love to watch those dancing trees
As they’re captured by the breeze
I love to walk on green, green grass
My life has so much ease
When I dance with nature
And let it take my hand
I love the wonder of each day
It feels so very grand.

I love it when the morn is born
And the sky is filled with light
I love to watch that sun come up
It’s such a wondrous sight
And every time the day does end
That silence in the air!!!
I love it all, oh, yes I do
Such joy is everywhere.

21 March 2014 @ 0630hrs.


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Goats

Goats

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

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

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

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


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Black Cockatoos, and rain

Black Cockatoos, and rain.

It’s a dance,  a wondrous dance
A story of delight
A show of so much magnitude
As the sun is shining bright
The trees be dancing on the wind
As big black birds fly high
And screech unto the power of God
As the morning passes by.

These cockatoos they fly on over
Such drama in their flight
This multitude of screaming birds
They give me such delight
They land upon the Banksia trees
And start their flurried feed
Tearing branches as they go
They’re a destructive breed

As the, morning dance goes on
I’m filled with mystery
In this world where I live in
It’s such a joy to me
As crazy birds make such a din
And the rains they come again
This be the early morning song
These black birds, and the rain.

16 May 2014 @ 1012hrs.


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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.


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As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
I sit and watch the day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburra’s crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the song of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.




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THE DUCK BLIND

Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking. Only for listening.
Out there, somewhere beyond the horizon
a silence that is not silence, calls,
& men enter the duck blind, and wait,
huddled with their cartridges & ambiguities,
disguised to themselves as hunters,
re-inventing themselves with rifle eyes
fixed on some vanishing point beyond the language
of rivers & trees, turned away from
the here & now - a tempting non-existence
accompanied by hope, which may be nothing more
than the promise of a big dinner with
lots of stuffing and gravy and no questions.


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Where the river meets the sea

Where the river meets the sea.

I’m camping here in Denmark
Where the river meets the sea
I’m looking cross the river
At a bent and twisted tree
I don’t know just what type it is
But I really love its beauty
It’s a piece of nature’s art.
And mesmerizes me.

It’s branches reach out everywhere
In a gnarled and twisted way
It’s the coming of the sunrise
On this soft and gentle day
And this tree it looks so splendid
As the silence calms my mind
It’s to be here in these mornings
For this I was destined.

The tree is filled with little birds
All dressed in black and white
I don’t know what they call them
But they fill me with delight
A sight without the labels
Is a better way to see
So I just sit here gazing
At these bird’s perched in the tree.

31 May 2014 @ 0725hrs.


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Sara's Haiku

male red cardinal sits on rim of cold bird bath... chilled water awaits male red cardinal sleek black feathers around beak.. flies up into tree female cardinal lands on rim of cold bird bath... quickly drinks flies up female cardinal on one side of willow tree.. male on opposite spring a long way off winter's cold here to stay now... survival mode


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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




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Wind Snow Seagulls

Wind howling forlorn
thundering through the tree tops
branches crashing down



Snow swirling, whirling
coating all in pristine white
like diamonds glinting



Hear the lonely shrieks          
as seagulls twist and hover
over the fishing boats


written 08/12/2013


Details | Quatrain | |

Nature's Lesson For Parents

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
The chick must struggle on its own 
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly




*I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this after reading Evrod Samuel's
TOO MUCH LOVE CAN KILL


john beharry, Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup, 12/1/2013


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I'm talking parasites

I’m talking parasites.

Sometimes people make me laugh
When they have the cheek to say
That some beast be a parasite
In an angry kind of way
When it comes to speaking parasites
There’s one thing comes to mind
The biggest parasites on Earth
They come from the human kind.

All animals, they have to eat
Or else they’d surely die
We’ve taken all their land away
[Now this you can’t deny]
Some we bring from other lands
[It’s we who brought them here]
Then wonder why they be a threat
To me its very clear.

Yet, we’re the biggest threat of all
We pillage all our Earth
Clog it up with all our ****
And take away it’s worth
We’re destroying all the world around
Killing beasts, destroying trees
So when we speak of parasites
The very worst kind, we be.

23 May 2013 @1400hrs.


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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


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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.


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Owl

Watching with wise eyes, 
Gliding through the air of night, 
There goes its prey... Hoot!


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The Birds and The Breeze




the seed carriers nature's tree planters at work the birds and the breeze


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Mystic Marmalade

Mystic marmalade

On a holiday in Denmark
In west Australia
I’m sitting by the river
And how my heart does stir
As it rises from the water
And heads toward the sun
The mist in the early morning
As the dawn has just begun.

The river looks so peaceful
With Its blanket made of mist
There’s beauty in this magic
That I cannot resist
The sky is mystic marmalade 
As the sun it shows its face
A pelican comes floating past
All filled with wondrous grace.

The seagulls squabble on the land
It’s what they always do
As the sun it climbs much higher
On his morning so brand new
This mystic morning magic
Brings much healing to my soul
As this morn with all its splendor
Makes me feel so very whole.



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The sensitive kind

The sensitive man

He loves he, the grass in the meadow
He loves all the flowers that grow
And loves living life with a passion
And watching the whole of the show
He loves he the sun that is shining
And the moon when it lights the dark sky
And he loves that he’s here
With a mind pure and clear
Though one day he knows he  must die.

He likes to live life in the middle
And flow like a river at ease
And all of the clouds in the heavens
Their patterns his heart do well please
As he walks him the trails in the morning
Sweet dreams going round in his head
And there be a theme worth a poem
So he goes home and writes it instead.

As all of the flowers do touch him
And the birds they do sing a new song
He sits here beneath his lounge window
And knows this is where he belongs
As he’s lost in the dance of the morning
Nothing else enters his mind
He leaves all the drama around him
For he be the sensitive kind.

4 July 2013 @ 1400hrs.


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The First Fable of CharlaX

 The First Fable of CharlaX 
The First Fable of CharlaX 
 
A Falcon Cry 
 
 
The Falcon Cries: 
 He spreads his wings in vain attempts to dry 
He tells me once in a whistle WHY? 
Why cannot we fly? When will the rain let up and let me in the air? 
When will the water stop to drop on feathers so wet there? 
The Falcon Cries: 
A mournful sound so loud in quiet of early morn 
His claws dug deeper in the branch to keep from being torn 
Away from perching in the storm 
His sharpened beak at work to smooth his feathers 
He was using extra care no longer talking just to me his only whistle 
Told me many things 

The Falcon Cries: 
We disagreed with all the rain both the Falcon and the eye. 
Why can't we fly? 
Eye could clasp the bird to bosom and dry his feathers there 
A bird so wild and wonderful so hurt 
With all my tears for the Falcon Cry. 


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This morning glory

This morning glory

The wind is blowing there, outside
As on its back the branches ride
Dancing oh, so gracefully
This morn is filled with mystery
The birds are singing loud, and clear
It’s such a wondrous song I hear
Big black clouds they fill the sky
As I sit here alone with I

As I listen to the silence hum
I know the rain it soon will come
To make its rhythm on my roof
Black raven feeds, he’s all aloof
The only bird there on the lawn
His mystery here in the dawn
Is wondrous to the seeing, eye
Black Cockatoos they ride the sky.

I sit her looking through the window
So awed I am by the wondrous flow
Of nature that now greets the morn
As brand new day is being born
Such splendor thrills me to the core
This life could never give me more
As I sit here waiting for the rain
To soak the blessed soil again

12 August 2014 @0740hrs.




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Much more you be

Inspired by Susan Delaney's latest Poem 'Every beautiful thing'

Much more you be.

Why aren’t you smiling?
Why aren’t you dancing with delight?
Just take a look around you
See the flowers, with colors bright
The birds, the beasts, the heavens
Oh, open up your eyes!!
Let each day be so wonderful
As you watch the dawn arise

You search for reason
You live for your beliefs
Yet life is not about this
It has smiles, and it has grief
Yet all of this you be
Every tiny bit is you
Cause you, my friends be life itself
Take a look, you’ll know it’s true.

You seek life everlasting
And yet right now this be
Just look within, you’ll see all this
Seek out your mystery
You think you, be this story
You’re name and your ideals
Yet you be life, yes life itself
The only thing that’s real.

27 December 2013 @ 1030hrs.








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Going down country

Going down country.

The day has come we two are off
To the open land of trees
We’re going where it’s beautiful
So filled with mystery
We’re off to Blackwood River
To sit upon her banks
So early in the morning hours
As I give prayers of thanks

We’re just going for a short stay
But that’s enough for me
We’re off down south of country
Where all life’s mystery
Is waiting there to speak to me
And show me who I am
As I sit there by the river.
Let life overflow her dam

I will feel the whisper flowing
In those lovely hours of dawn
I will meditate each morning
 When each new day is born
As the river flows beside me
Oh yes, we’re going away
We’re off to see lord nature
 Give worship each new day.

28 August 2014 @ 1305hrs.



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The Cage

                                         
The bird flew from the cage
Promising to free its mate
She sat for days in a haze
But there was no word or hello

Their little egg burst one day
Out came a little chick
Mama, mama it went on to say
‘I feel so terribly sick’

It grew fine feathers
And wanted to fly
For air was full of smell of heather
But mama bird would only cry

One fine day wad heard a hello
From outside the golden bars
And perched on them was a long lost fellow
Looking like a shining star

The golden cage vanished in a whoosh
The chick began to fly
The fellow gave its mate a smooch
But from her was still heard a cry.


By- Tahera Mannan
03/10/2011

For Francine’s, A nature’s Tale Contest


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In this world so perfectly

In this world so perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers touch the sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
Cause he knows that dawn’s begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

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

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

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

12 March 2014 @ 1513hrs.


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Scarlet Creature

This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in  the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve. 
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior. 
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold. 
Another win for creatures of night.


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a dash of red

springtime cardinal
red against still bare branches
scarlet serenade


Details | Ballade | |

Have you felt the glory

Have you felt the glory?

Have you felt the glory?
Of being here, just being
Have you ever felt the wonder?
Of everything you’re seeing
The beauty of a rose flower
Or a lake filled with reflections
Or a singing bird perched in a tree
Have you looked at life’s perfection?

Have you felt the sweetness?
Of being, who you are
No matter what they say you be
You really are the star
Of this wondrous world you live in
There’s only one of you
You be unique, a ‘one only’
No matter what you do.

Have you felt the magic?
That brings such happiness
When you’ve searched so deep within
Got lost in the caress
Of all the beauty that you be
Have you felt the sensation?
Of living each and every day
Without no consternation.

10 March 2014 @ 1030hrs.


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Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




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Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree
Singing your song just for me
Oh how wonderful you be
Filling me with mystery                                                                                                                                                            

You have no worries, have no care
Though danger it lies everywhere
A hawk flies over, off you flee
But soon you’re back here in this tree.

The human race could learn from you
Cause worry, worry’s, all they do
About the past, tomorrow too
They get themselves in such a stew.

Sweet little bird, I love your song
It’s in your world I do belong
With no tomorrows, just today
I always like to live this way.

15 February 2014 @ 1340hrs.









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The start of the day

The start of the day

The wind is kind of wild again
As I sit on the patio
The river filled with morning rain
Looks wondrous in it's flow

As the wind does put her in top gear
She speeds upon her way
She has one goal, to reach the ocean
On this very rainy day.

Along the furthest shore there be
Some trees, with life all done
And yet they seem to have much beauty
As they glow beneath the Sun.

A Kookaburra Laughs out loud
Then he lands upon a tree
He looks so handsome and so proud
As he peers on down at me.

A  group of ducks come waddling by
They're looking for a feed
These blessed birds, they know that I
Will fill their every need.

Just then the wife gets out of bed
And I make her morning tea
And I cook for her some toasted bread
As we sit here happily.

Then the morning comes to life
And the working day begins
Replacing all that's natural
With the weight of human din.

7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.


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Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.



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Such a peace filled morning

Such a peace filled morning

It’s such a peace filled morning
In these very early hours
I’m sitting by the river
And the river has the power
To take me into silence
That’s the only space to be
I’m sitting gazing lazily
And this morning pleases me.

The river is so calm and still
On this very early morn
The world is kind of soothing
Cause it be the birth of dawn
Some lazy ducks they float past me
As they blend in with the river
I feel such beauty in this scene
That nature does deliver.

A flock of seagulls fill the lawn
They make no noise at all
Their pure white feathers touched by sun
They look so beautiful
The sleepy trees on the other shore
Are waiting for the sun
To shine upon their feather leaves
On this morn that’s just begun.


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Haiku 35

                                                       the fragrance
                                                 of mimosa fills the air --
                                                  hummingbirds feast


Entered in Francine Robert's
"Old or New Five Lines or Less" contest
Category: Nature





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Do you like Pigeons Dad

‘Do you like Pigeons Dad’

“Oh No”

‘But Why?’

“They’re scummy things
They’re Rats with wings
They’re vermin of the sky”

‘That can’t be right Dad’

“It is”

‘How So?’

“They pilfer seed
They breed at speed
And harbour disease you know”

‘Are you sure dad’

“Oh Yes”

‘Since when?’

“Since the Rock Pigeon flew
And ended up in a stew
Since their domestication by men”

‘But I like Pigeons Dad’

“I know
You do”

‘I like how they sing
I like the shape of their wing
So you should like them too’

“But I don’t like Pigeons Son.
Not now.
Not ever.
Their walk is bizarre,
They crap on my car
And they’re really not that clever”

'But Daaaad…

...they wake me in the morning,
With their delightful coo,
Their plumage is wonderful - an iridescent blue.
They look good in the garden Dad
They don’t make such a mess
Do you like Pigeons Dad?’

…“Yes”



[This poem was the result of being asked this question many, many, many times by my son. My son is on the autistic spectrum - he has Asperger's Syndrome to give the official diagnosis. He is a lovely human being & I love him dearly. But one of his most irritating traits, is the fact that he asks the same questions continuously all day every day. No matter how you respond, the same question will be posed minutes later. Currently and for at least the last 2 to 3 years: 'Do you like pigeons daddy?' is his favourite/most frequently asked question. Now that you know that, perhaps you can really feel the exasperation in that final ..."Yes"]


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Dawn in Pemberton


Dawn in Pemberton

It’s dawn, down here in Pemberton
The sky be thick with clouds
There is no sign of life round here
So far from frantic crowds
And all the hustle, bustle
  And the awful city din
This forest in the morning
Only silence does it bring.

Cicadas! do they ever stop?
They serenade the air
Non stop, though birds be silent
Can’t hear them anywhere
Refreshing misty rain floats down
Caressing my cool skin
As morning peace seeps into me
And thrills me deep within.

Those Jarrah trees, that all around
Stand tall like soldier men
They echo with the first bird’s call
And the music starts again
To herald in the brand new day
 Bringing in a summers morn
In the lovely tree filled forest land
Of this place called Pemberton. 


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It was just that kind of day

It Was Just That Kind Of Day.

It was just that kind of day
With the Sun so soft and warm
As a certain kind of energy
Did move within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt Ma natures pull
Those river trails, oh Lord so beautiful

I passed a group of Kangaroos
Who were grazing by the river
As Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra called
Those river trails, are kind of wonderful

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked forever there
Along that river trail
Just feeling good and living here and now.


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Looking tthrough my window

Looking through my window

I sit here in this lovely room
As Willy wagtail sings
Green parrots fly on past my window
And so much joy they bring
With their lovely whistling notes
And feathers all alive
As the morning sun peeps out
Cause the new day has arrived.

The sky is kind of grey today
Though the sun still lights the grey
I sit and look into the sky
There might be rain today
The olive trees out in the front
Are filled with morning bliss
As sun gives them a magic glow
How nice this morning is.

The flowers of so many colours
[There’s white, yellow, and blue
And red] they kind of fill my soul
And make me feel brand new
How very sweet this morning be
So filled with so much life
It fills my day with happiness
Obscuring all my strife.

3 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.


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As the daylight comes

As Daylight comes

The scented Eucalyptus tree
With Banksia by her side
Does shine beneath the fading sun
On this evening deified
As I watch the gleaming river flow
Past giant tingle trees
My mind fades into nothingness
To let the soul roam free.

This river, like a gentle dream
Creates serenity
To the ending of a perfect day
As I, Alone with me
Do venture where heart only goes
As soft green branches dance
With grace, upon the evening breeze
These surroundings to enhance.

A man below secures canoes
As small dog bold, and playful
Gives chase to ducks who waddle off
Then the evening growing cool
Brings on that silence only felt
At the ending of each day
I witness all with mind at ease
As blue skies fade to grey.


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Sunset

Sunset

This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.





 



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Australia day

Australia day


Its three PM Australia day
The day’s as hot as Hell
The budgies chirp delightfully
There’s a ringing like a bell
As the breeze kisses the wind chimes
And that sky, electric blue
It sends those sun beams crashing down
It’s damned hot! I tell you.

The world is wilting, woefully
Some plants look fit to die
That burning ball of energy
Above there in the sky
It tells the world “I’m here, I’m here!!”
As it flames with heavens power
And on the Rose shrubs in the yard
There just be dried up flowers.

It’s summer time, down under
One hundred plus degrees
I’m drinking beer and waiting, here
To feel that cooling breeze
That comes here after noon is done
To give the heat some ease
Then just a few short hours from now
The dusk might bring release




 


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Sonnet 1

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

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

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

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

Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-21


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The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




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From darkness to light

From darkness to light

A Kookaburra, laughs out loud
In these early morning hours
Darkness, it holds back the day
It hides the dawns sweet power
And the beauty that is all around
In the flowers and the trees
Yet very soon the morn will come
And the darkness it will cease.

Some magpies warble tunefully
They know that very soon
The light will soon come seeping in
And day will hide the moon
As yellow orb, the mighty Sun
Will herald in new day
Then black cockatoo’s they fill the sky
 Big birds with noisy ways.

Then soon A Willy Wagtail sings
Green parrot joins their song
As sun peeps through the Banksia trees
And the winter night, so long
Is gone, the morning comes alive
Honey Eaters come to feed
As trees, and flowers, show themselves
And fill in me a need.

24 June 2014 @ 0650hrs.


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Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way 

Spring is really on its way
It’s such a lovely, lovely day
The sun it shines so very brightly 
Oh, spring, it really does delight me

The birds they flit from tree to tree
They sing there songs delightfully
They know that spring is in the air
It seems that joy is everywhere.

The fish are racing round, and round
Because some female they have found
They want to keep there kind a going
As sensuality is growing

Oh, when spring is in the air
 The whole world seems to have no care.

4 July 2014 @1040hrs.


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The black Cockatoos

The big birds come
Those big black Cockatoos
They crowd the skies with wings outspread
So many of them too
Their piercing cries fill all the air
These beasts so powerful
They seem to rule the deep blue sky
With no trouble at all.

These truly wondrous birds
They alight upon a tree
All filled with nutty Banksia fruits
That sway in the morning breeze
Then with a lot of noise
They fight and carry on
And feed upon those Banksia nuts
Till all these fruits are gone.

Then when these guys are done
Again they fill the sky
As they fly off with their piercing cries
Till soon the noise does die
As they move off to some distant trees
Far from the sight of me
And I’m left to ponder on these birds
And all their majesty


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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...


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Summer Days

Summer Days Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather. Summer season brings us very hot weather. There is fun and lots of sun altogether. Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part. Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Written: September.25.2014 Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo Contest: one new Triolet


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In paradise

In Paradise

She sits within a paradise
Near fruits of orange hue
Upon a book, so gaze her eyes
Beneath the sky so blue

The birds in wonderful delight
Sing in this morning hour
Beneath the sun so softly bright
She feels life’s gentle power

Then her eyes they softly close
Her mind goes very still
This lady [ such a precious rose]
Such wonder she does feel

The birds, the flowers all around
Become a misty haze
Another paradise she’s found
Which her, it does amaze.

She feels a presence everywhere
Her heart begins to sing
As she bathes within a joy so rare
That only God can bring.

15 July 2014 @ 1020hrs.

    For Isaiah's contest 'A poem in Paradise'


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I need no magic

I need no magic

I was granted one days magic
By the power who rules the all
One day to wish for anything
Yet life is beautiful!!

I live in a world filled with magic
Every moment is so sweet
What more could I ever want
When all is so complete?

The sun it shines up in a sky
Though clouds might mar its view
The birds they sing a magic song
Each moment is brand new

The trees they dance upon the breeze
The flowers look so bright
Oh everything is wonderful
My life is pure delight

So I don’t need no magic
All I’ll ever need is joy
This I have a thousand fold
And naught can this destroy

22 June 2014 @ 1145hrs.

Written for Freddie Vee's contest 'one days magic,


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Barred Owl

In sleep
I awake dreaming.
Outside, the air is
heavy, still and close,
and he has roused himself
to speak.

A few, plaintive cries;
do kindred roost nearby?
He knows I’m here
because I listen,
yet he discerns in me
no purpose.

Might the woods
not be the same 
without me here?
I am deaf to his
ancestral songs,
and so he keeps his peace.


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Hawks

Wandering along the winding trail I watch as hawks play
ducking and diving, swooping and tumbling and climbing
up again, making a magnificent display backed by their 
shrill cries to each other

Riding the thermals
climbing up in unison
wild spirits air bound

They have three fledglings to rear, so back to hunting
they go, sharp eyes spotting the rustle in the undergrowth
wings folded they plunge down like raining bullets
striking hard they carry it back to the nest to feed the chicks

Three fluffy small chicks
baby plumage now changing
they look so scruffy

Now fully feathered they flap and stretch their wings
then first one takes to wing finding it hard to land
it misses its mark a few times, at last alighting 
undignified on a branch

New generation
one day they too will have chicks
and so the cycle goes


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The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











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God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


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In defense of the chook



The chook defense

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

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

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

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

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



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Falcon's Mistake Tanka




hungry falcon dives eyeing easy meal in nest angry blackbirds rise showering him with fierce pecks leaving him stunned in surprise


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Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


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Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


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Walking by the lake

Rispetto

Walking by the lake

Whilst walking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay
The sky was blue, and beautiful
There was such perfume in the air
From honeysuckle everywhere
I heard a lonely ravens call
Whilst waking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay

I felt that God did walk with me
Life was brim filled with mystery
This lake it gave me so much joy
This feeling nothing could destroy
Whilst walking by the lake today
I heart the birdsong loud and gay


19 November 2014


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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.











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There's a power up above

There’s a power up above

Sometimes I just feel
Like a birdie in a tree
Singing out with sweetest joy
A lovely melody
When it shines so softly
And the morn is waking up
All the love within my heart
It over flows the cup.

What is this lovely feeling?
I’ve no idea at all
All I know is when it comes
It feels so wonderful
There’s a power up above
That fills my heart and soul
When the dawn sets sky alight
It makes me feel so whole.

I’ve never had no money
I have no worldly wealth
I’m not too big on brains, and stuff
I suffer through my health
But when that sun comes shining through
At the lovely break of dawn
Something oh so powerful 
Is deep within me born.

13 May 2014 @ 0836hrs.


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RIVER WALK

brilliant flash of blue Kingfisher dives in swiftly fish for its dinner
08~25~14 Written for Contest River Walk Epic Senryu or Haiku Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A ~Awarded 2nd place~


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I love this freedom

I love this freedom

Oh, how I love this freedom
My crutches thrown away
I’m visiting these wetland trails
Though the hips not quite okay
And hurts a bit if I walk too far
But it’s so wonderful
To feel the sweetness of the lake
Though the weather is quite cool.

The lake is filled right to the brim
The rains are here again
There’s magpies, wagtails, doves and larks
It’s like I am insane
Insane with joy to walk these trails
I need me nothing more
Than walk beside this lovely lake
It’s the place that I adore.

Two ravens fly above my head
Green parrots they alight
To have a feed on the lush green grass
The whole world seems so bright
As I walk through wet, green grass
Oh what a lovely scene
Here by this lake so beautiful
Where the world is so serene.

27 June 2014 @ 0835hrs.





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Angry bird

Angry Bird.

On a lamp post, early morning
Shrieking bird sends out a warning.
Crest all raised with angry face
He looks at me with much distaste.

He be a pink and grey Galah
He's saying "stay right where you are".
He’s screeching giving me what for
He's an angry bird, and that's for sure.

Peter, 11 March 2014. Nature
For Giorgio’s contest. Impress me with a small poem.


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The big black cokatoo

Big black Cockatoos

Weeeh!, weeeh! Weeeh!
The big black birds arrive
The biggest Cockatoo’s around
So wild, and so alive
They touch my heart like poetry
As they glide high in the air
I am stunned by all their majesty
As they come from everywhere.

Thirty, forty, fifty
I count, then I lose score
They fill the sky, these big black birds
So many times before
They have flown above my head
As they come both morn and night
And fill me up with blessed awe
As I wonder at their might.

They alight upon the trees
All filled with Banksia flowers
Then tear the trees to pieces
With the force of all their power
As I wonder at these mighty birds
And feel them touch my soul
I let all their magnificence
Join the dusk to make me whole.


Details | Acrostic | |

Embracing Earth


Embracing Earth

Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm

Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.

5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.

Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic'  contest


Details | Haiku | |

mocking bird

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


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Collection of Birds

Happy pelican
eating an enormous fish
see his pouch bulging

Merry kingfisher
waiting on his pole for fish
he darts and spears one

Full of joy and fun
the skylark warbles in glee
delight in each note

Fearsome eagle drops
plummeting down like a stone
striking hard he kills


Details | Rhyme | |

A time of pleasure

A time of pleasure.



It’s time to rise, the morn has come

A wondrous time, I’m never glum

When I hear those magpies sing

I guess I just love everything 

About these lovely morning hours

It’s time to walk and smell the flowers

With my Bear dog by my side

As each new moment’s deified.



As C moon rides the velvet skies

The Kookaburras laughing cries

They touch my heart with mystery

These morning times will always be

Of very grand signification

I wake up, filled with sweet elation

To meditate for just a while

For  this, it makes my morning smile.



I walk outside, and feel the air

Then walk the streets with nary a care

It’s a thing that gives me so much pleasure

These morning times I really treasure

For here in good old Aussie land

These morning hours so sweet and grand

They fill me up with so much power

Oh how I love these morning hours.





29 October 2013 @ 0522hrs.


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You should visit Perth

You should visit Perth

Have you ever been to Perth
Way down in W.A.
It’s such a wondrous place to be
I’d really have to say
We have the ocean all around
 And lovely wetland trails
If you’re ever in Australia
To visit Perth don’t fail.

Our parks are filled with Kangaroos
And every kind of birds
There’s Parrots, wading birds as well
Your hearts they will be stirred
If you take a drive to John forest
Or Yellagonga national park
Or watch the full moon on the ocean
When the daylight turns to dark.

As a city we are not too big
But we be squeaky clean
To stroll around our many shops
You’ll find a lovely scene
With buskers playing lovely tunes
Street artists everywhere
Oh, you should come and visit Perth
It’s a place so very rare.

21 May 2014 @ 1225hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Environmental Questions



" Environmental Questions ... "

(A Haiku/Senryu)



Changes of The Times

The Night Owls That Once Said Who?

... Are Now Asking - Why?


                   Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
                             by:  MoonBee Canady



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Birds

singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold 


Details | Ballade | |

I do believe in God

I do believe in God

It is believed by many folk
That me, I don’t believe
In God, but that’s not really true
I will not they deceive
It’s true I don’t believe at all
All those dusty sacred books
But I know there is a god
She’s everywhere I look.

I see a tree, a bird, a flower
A river, or the sea
I feel the breeze against my skin
I feel the mystery
Of all the sweetness that is life
And I don’t believe, ‘I KNOW’
For when the din is gone from me
I feel her very flow.

I see my god as feminine
Not masculine at all
For love, true love it comes from they
So very beautiful
Who love there daughters, and there sons
As only females can
And so I’ll call my god a ‘she’
God cannot be a man.

2 July 2014 @ 1220hrs.


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Swirls of mystery

Swirls of mystery

Lovely swirls of mystery
Within my days that’s all I see
I see beauty everywhere
It’s wonderful. How much I care
When I see roses in my yard
I’m so glad that I’m a bard
I write it down because I see
Lovely swirls of mystery.

Lovely swirls of mystery
I look at life so tenderly
Drinking in the morning sunrise
How I love the deep blue skies
The birds that sing, how beautiful
I love my life. I love it all
Cause I see swirls of mystery
They’re all around delighting me

Lovely swirls of mystery
What a lucky man I be
Looking daily with new eyes
Nature kind of makes me wise
I love it when the sunset’s here
My soul it sees it all so clear
These swirls of magic mystery
They make me feel so loose and free.

6 November 2014


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As I sit and meditate

As I sit and meditate

It’s so early in the morning
As I sit and meditate
And look into the core of me
The feeling is real great
As I feel the silence everywhere
As the wagtail sings his song
And the fountain plays its merry tune
Though the silence is still strong.

I ask myself the question
What’s it feel like to be me?
Who am I, oh, who am I?
I ask, as I just be
The answer never seems to come
I get a glimpse, that’s all
As all the lovely mystery
Is oh, so wonderful.

With the meditation over
I sit and write a song
As my muse, she shows her face
I can feel her presence strong
When the mind is filled with silence
To write is such a breeze
The words they just flow out of me
With so much wondrous ease.

12 January 2014 @ O520hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Galah tree

Galah Tree

I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.

It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.

I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..


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Walking the wetlands


The sky be filled with laughter
That echo’s through the morn
I walk along this tree lined trail
Some hours after dawn
Loud Kookaburra, in a tree top
Seems to know what life’s about
He knows that it’s all just a dance
Of this he has no doubt.

The sky so blue above my head
Seems to look at me and smile
As feather feet go trekking on
To cover bliss filled miles
As coloured parrots in a tree
Do screech in bold delight
The sun shines down on twisted trees
And the morning shines so bright.

As lake reflecting golden sun
Shines back a million gems
Two Kangaroos, do cross my path
And I just look at them
And wonder at their magic forms
All muscular and grand
As I marvel at the beauty of
This lovely city’s wetlands


Details | Quatrain | |

Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


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BIRDSONG




Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the 
Glorious splendour of birdsong





orion
Nature


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Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more


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Sara's Second Haiku

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


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This moment now

This moment seems so wonderful 
 Just a few short days of rain 
 Then grass that grows beneath my feet 
 Be velvet green again 
 The dry, hot days have waved ‘good bye’ 
Lord breeze be cool and fresh 
 As dancing trees that line the lake 
 They sing with happiness. 
   
 In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds 
 As the trees caress the day 
 The sound of raucous Ravens heard 
 Echo from skies so grey 
 As nature tames the wild in me 
 I walk these lakeside trails 
 With nothing reaching out to me 
 But sweet, eternal now. 
   
 So wonderful, so beautiful 
 As seasons come and go 
 The breath of nature shows the way 
 And with it’s restless glow 
 It shows me circles, only circles 
 And breathes into my soul 
 And with it’s breath of mystery 
 It makes me feel so whole.


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cardinal beauty

cardinal beauty 'pon the low hanging willow... amaryllis blooms weeping willow tree's low limbs graced by cardinal.. amaryllis bud


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CRAYONS- the big box

^
[]

yellow lemon
green apple
red raspberry
orange orange

/\/\/\/\

grey goose
pink flamingo
red robin
raven raven

\/\/\/\/

gold fish
blue whale
red snapper
salmon salmon

/\/\/\/\

black panther
brown bear
Redd Foxx
sable sable

\/\/\/\/

copper head
black mamba
red  racer
snake skin

/\/\/\/\

black man
white man
red skin
human

\/\/\/\/

zebra stripes
leopard spots
diamond back
rainbow trout

CHAMELEON


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Wishes

May flowers grow in your footprints
May birds sing outside your window
May your smile warm a sunbeam
May the leaves sigh to you as they fall
May the wind caress your face as it blows
May the raindrops glitter to your touch


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The place I yearn to be

The place I yearn to be

Where the birds sing in the morning
That’s where I want to be
Where the trees are all around me
Well that’s the place for me
I’ll watch their leaves dance on the breeze
As the sun shines in the morn
As they touch this dreamy heart of mine
At the start of each new dawn

Where the lake it be a gleaming
Reflecting all the trees
As the sun paints pretty pictures
That’s where I want to be
Meditating every morning
As birds sing morning song
This be a lovely haven
It’s the place where I belong.

Walking through the wetlands
Where lizards, frogs, and snakes
Are always roaming freely
In their home beside the lake
Maybe I’ll sit there writing poems
As the kangaroos come by
This be paradise to me
It’s where I’d like to die.

13 June 2014 @ 1430hrs.






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THE EMPEROR BIRD

I almost trashed an anhinga in the middle of a street
leading out to the highway from our copycat
barrier island: sibling of another it resides beside,
curling around the end of the Florida coast as far north
as North can go, where this part of our universe 
spells Home.  "What's an anhinga?" my visiting northern
friend asks, a query her southern friend takes to task--
no Emperor Bird in frosty Vermont.

Anhinga: a fish-eating diving bird with an elongated neck
and sharp bill that inhabits the warmer freshwater regions
of North and South America, Africa, Asia and Australia,
lot of A's here for an A-rated equestrian, sometimes 
called "snake bird" for its awesome appendage between girth
and head; "neck" not a word noble enough to describe 
his body part mostly assigned to lower orders that creep 
and crawl.  Demonic gray, angelic demeanor, the anhinga 
spreads blessing while he sits at the edge of my 
neighbor's dock, wings wide out to a warm morning 
sun, Jesus worship, anhinga style.

I did not trash an anhinga in the middle of the road, 
grateful it was bird, not lowly toad, easy to spot 
his important neck so there was no eminent wreck, 
when he crossed slow motion from one side to the other
of miniscule lakes at our entrance.  Kingly fisher 
of dugout waters, too large and handsome for any 
cover, as I halted my ride, he gave me one grave and
quizzical look, then satisfied he would not be took, 
returned majestically to the pond he just quit  

Royal bird of noblesse oblige, no matter the offensive 
of manmade machines, for the good of us all, 
and our entire physical world, You, emperor entity,
beautiful and live, you must needs survive.

                    for Elise


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So perfectly

So Perfectly

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

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

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

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

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


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Misty morn in Nornalup

Misty morn in Nornalup

In Nornalup
It’s a cool old winter’s day
The mist it rises from the river
In a grand mysterious way
A grass tree nestles in the center
Of two old spindly trees
As Dawn it seems so very still
No sign of any breeze.

Across the river
The mist hides tall green trees
As dead trees they stand out like ghosts
And what my eyes do see
Is mystery, pure mystery
As all alone am I
In these early morning hours
As the night begins to die

A Pelican floats by
And in his silent form
I feel something so magical
As deep within is born
A song of life, sweet mystic life
As tears flow from my eyes
 Tears of joy, and happiness
As the morning passes by.

8 May 2014 @ 0710hrs.


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Peace

 The stillness of the loch,

 greeted with an amazing

 peace. It fulfils my long

 days mountain walk. A

 mirrored landscape of a

 breath taking mountain

 scene. One of the finest I've

 ever seen. A choir of tweeting

 birds breaks the silence. Its

 sweet music to my ears,

 natures beautiful cheer.


Details | Rhyme | |

Quorn Morning

I wrote this poem yesterday, with Peter Duggan in mind. Then just now I read his poem "Nothing to Say", and decided that no matter how incomplete this piece is, it must be posted now!
Hats off to you Peter.

Quorn Morning

out beyond the mallee scrub
and twisted riverside gums
the eastern horizon grows orange
as a new day comes

bird song accompanies
the lighting of the sky
as joyous kookaburras laugh
bidding a chill night goodbye


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BITTER MOTHER NATURE

My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
___________________________________________________|
Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!


Details | Rhyme | |

As I woke up

As I woke up

As I woke up this morning
The sky was scarlet red
I left my wife a dreaming
As she slumbered in her bed
The dark clouds floating in the sky
Said today there would rain
The birds were softly singing
A wonderful refrain

I took the dog out for a walk
As the breeze, it touched my skin
We walked the silent streets, did we
There weren’t no sign of din
That does come when folk awaken
As the noisy day does start
I really love these early morns
They’re a whisper in my heart

The trees they danced so lazily
On the breeze that was so mild
The parrots flew above my head
They looked so free and wild
Everything was beautiful
As the sun did light the sky
I felt a pang of loneliness
Within the ravens cry.

29 October 2014.


Details | ABC | |

Birds

Birds
They swoop and droop in loops,
They sing and dance to natures music,
They tweet and chirp, but never will they burp,
Birds, are birds,
And that's what they'll always be


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning time in Greenhaven

Morning time in Greenhaven

It’s morning time in Greenhaven
I’ve been up for a while
I’ve meditated, walked the dog
And in my usual style
I’ve wrote my two poems for my lady
So now I sit and look
Out of my window, as I enjoy
The world like it’s a book

The dawn is opening up the day
There’s silence all around
It’s in these early morning hours
That peace it can be found
The trees seem filled with mystery
The birds they start their song
As me I get this sweet feeling
In this world I do belong.

It’s then I hear ‘The birds are coming’
A flock of Cockatoos
All big and black, so filled with noise
They come a passing through
It seems they own the skies, do they
In all their majesty
The dawn is here, they’re telling me
What a wondrous sight to see.

6 October 2014


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 | Haiku | |

Scarlet Parrot

scarlet parrot sings
so mellifluous his voice
striking all the chords


Details | Couplet | |

Night Thoughts-

I ‘ve had the strange sensation,
thoughts swirling in my head,
Like “Where do fireflies go at dawn?”,
“Where do they go to bed?”

“What do owls dream about,”
,”while sleeping in their tree?”
“Do they dream about their night- flights,
“, and where the mice might be?”

“What fancies do the small bats see, “
“what memories do they keep?”
“I’d like to listen to their thoughts,”
“when they are fast asleep. “

Where might we all travel?
Which places would we be?
If we could know the night -one’s thoughts,
while dreaming in the tree.


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1


Details | Quatrain | |

THE OWL

Said to be the wisest,
Of all the birds around,
Because he is nocturnal,
And sits without a sound;

Enormous eyes see everything,
That goes on 'round about him.
When he takes flight his giant wings,
Expand to swiftly glide him,

So when he swoops upon his prey,
They scarce have time to see,
Silent death come swooping down,
And Owl claims his fee,

For being nightly sentinel,
And give his eerie cry,
Whenever those who stranger seem,
Happen to pass by.

He makes his home in wooded glade,
Or barn or in the fields.
He's comfy where his prey is close,
And where Nature still yields,

The kind of food and shelter,
Needed for his kind.
As Mankind's need for land still grows,
That becomes hard to find.

Some think that he has powers;
A magic bird is he,
Familiar with the spirits,
And occult things that be;

But Owlis a simple bird,
He is no more, no less;
And if he knows much more than we,
Is anybody's guess.

                            Judy Ball

A beautiful bird of prey the Owl comes in many sizes and shapes from the Great Horned Owl to the cute little Barn Owl.
They're great for keeping vermin out of the grain for farmers and out of the house for city dwellers.
They're very intelligent and even make good pets but they are an endangered species like most wild animals because of our growing need to take more and more from the land.
Pretty soon the world won't be able to support us anymore.
THEN WHAT WILL WE DO???


Details | Sonnet | |

Night Bird

Moonlight filters through the tree limbs
Leaving silhouettes of night phenomena
Just above the curb of the road there hymns
The guffawing of a nocturnal feathered fauna

Wearing a mask of colorful plumage
With eyes so round and bright they glimmer
Showing the readiness of true courage
The shadow bird is definitely not a bawler

As only a sideways glimpse coincides
I see the beautiful owl take to flight
Avoiding my gaze as it quietly glides
Hooting at a distant friend of the night

Will this beautiful bird be back again?
Or will only the night see it then?

Written on July 29th, 2014
For: Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler


Details | Free verse | |

As Inspired by The Death of a Bird A D Hope

As Inspired by The Death of a Bird . A D Hope
From rhyming to Free Verse

A last migration comes to every bird
as every winter before her heart afire,
 she follows a pre set-course
divinley guided half a world away.

Coming or going her destination is home, 
there to nest, to raise another brood
knowing that generations drive her grand obsession
the self exile that weighs her heart and breast

She sees around her unfamiliar landscape
 longs for lush valleys and trees of evergreen
With each day  her inner call grows stronger, 
fills her with an urgent sense to  flight
 to take to the endless skies- one tiny bird, uncertain, of her flock,
 alone in the vast and blue unfriendly sky

Her wings falter, she feels the end is near
Whatever held her course before
 is snuffed with no warning-
she tries but her path is aimless
Below, the landscape is a sign less blur
a puzzle of mountains and lakes
 that baffle her tiny brain

From dark valleys below a black fog rises
Hostile winds impede the frail speck
And the earth not grieving or malevolent
bears the small worry of her death.

Suzanne Delaney
 See :About this Poem link  above for the original text.


Details | Rhyme | |

Another new day does start

Another new day does start

The sun is rising up above
It’s these mornings that I love
Big yellow moon is slowly fading
You’d never, ever find me trading
These mornings, not for anything
They always make my old heart sing
Soft music playing in the background
Is mixed with soft and lovely bird sound

Corella's squabble in the trees
They’re argumentative
Black cockatoos they fly so free
Oh what I wouldn’t give 
To fly with them in the deep blue sky
Screeching with delight
They bring such happiness to me
Make my day so bright.

The olive trees light up so bright
Beneath the morning sun
I feel like dancing with delight
This morning just begun
It does these wondrous things to me
Such joy is in my heart
As I feel this wondrous mystery
Another day does start

5 November 2014


Details | Rispetto | |

Willy Wagtail

Willy Wagtail

Little Willy wagtail comes a searching
So handsome in his coat of black and white
Sometimes he just sits up there a perching
And with his song he gives me such delight

Does he come to make each day much sweeter?
All I know he makes me feel completer
His song is like a whisper in my soul
That Willy Wagtail makes my world feel whole.

6 September 2014 @ 1214hrs.


Heroic Rispetto
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme. Iambic Pentameter is 10 syllables per line. It usually follows the same rhyme scheme as Rispetto which is abab ccdd


Details | Ballade | |

Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


Details | Rhyme | |

Majestic Pelican

Majestic Pelican

Aaaah The wondrous Pelican
So big and strong, white, and grand
This bird he floats right past me here
As I sit here my head so clear
Drinking in the morning air
With life’s sweet beauty everywhere
It seems there’s so much mystery
As this Bird, he passes me.

He thrusts his bill into the river
Trying to some fish deliver
To his hungry form this morn
Just a while before the dawn
Majestic in his mystery
I gaze at him, that’s what I see
He spreads his wings and off he flies
With majesty, up to the sky.

Although he’s big, graceful he be
I watch him fly it dazzles me
He seems to flow with morning breeze
His great white form it has such ease
I sit here; let the mystery
Of beauty here, envelope me
On this lovely summer morn
Just a while before the dawn.

5 October 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

The mystic dance

This mystic dance

They shake. They sway. They dance with glee
These limbs that grow from mother tree
As breeze she takes them on her back
She blows her leaves all down the track
As mystic river rolls along
I feel life’s power loud and strong
As I gaze up at the deep blue sky
Contentedly my heart does sigh

I won’t make bargains with the power
I watch each tree and every flower
I praise her for her tender gift
She gives my heart a lovely lift
 I thank her with my heart and soul
She made me breath, she made me whole
Gave me all this lovely splendor
 I stroll along, and I surrender

The river ripples, and it waves
As birds they sing, and my heart craves
To be within this mystic dance
This morning my heart does enhance
Each moment special just for me
As all I want to do is be
Not lonely though I’m all alone
I feel joy deep within my bones.

13 August 2014 @ 0530hrs.




Details | Kimo | |

Mating Season


Mating Season
flashing bright plumage, peacock attracts mate dowdy, brown peahen quivers... monsoon rains on the way


Details | Triolet | |

Bluebirds

I sit and swing in my backyard,
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.
Their babes and nest they try to guard
I sit and swing in my backyard.
To stand and walk away; to hard.
Baby birds stay quiet and hide.
I sit and swing in my backyard
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
2nd


Details | Haiku | |

Divine Grace

~ summer morning lights ~ ~ birdsong and the cold of dew ~ ~ awaken the dawn ~


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is seeping in

Spring is seeping in

I can feel it seeping in
Spring season’s on it’s way
Lord Sun is shining vibrantly
It’s a precious kind of day
One fountain gurgles pleasantly
While another chuckles low
There’s a kind of magic in the air
That kind of makes me glow.

This wondrous essence that I feel
It be so strong in me
I guess I’m not the only one
In everyone it be
It seems though few have felt it
They keep it hid within
Yet when it moves into ones soul
The dance it must begin

A Honey eater with striped face
Breaks into tender song
He has the most delightful voice
That really does belong
Within the heart of every man
It gives such sweet delight 
As I sit here soaking beauty in
The sun shines soft, yet bright.

11 August 2013 @ 1732hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our garden

Our Garden

How wonderful my garden is
It’s not too big at all
But oh, it fills me up with bliss
It’s all so beautiful
All filled with plants of every type
And a pond brim filled with fish
Our bears sit their so clumsy, like
And feeds from silver dish.

The parrots fly in every day
To feed; they’re wonderful
Ring necks, and those pink and greys
They’re not afraid at all
They know that we will not harm them
They screech at us for food
Each one hued like feathered gems
These birds they can be rude.

As the sun comes Beaming down
The green leaves shine so bright
Their sparkle flows like golden crown
And fills me with delight
The roses, reds, and pinks, and yellows
Along the fence they grow
So nice to sit here calm, and mellow
And watch the day just flow.

24 September 2014.


Details | Ballade | |

The ducks at Nornalup

The ducks come in the morn

The morning comes, the ducks arrive
Just now there’s two of them
Yet  soon the others gather round
As they will do once again
Tomorrow, and the next day too
Until we leave this place
As I sit and watch their little antics
A smile alights my face.

So tame, these little feathered guys
They’ll let me touch them too
They remind me of the doggie kind
As they act the way they do
I feed them bread, it’s whole wheat too
And they catch it when I throw
There’s something about these handsome guys
That gives me quite a glow.

They waddle off, with food all gone
Then the daylight creeps on in
The river looks so still and dark
As the new day does begin
Then the twitter of the tiny wrens
Does fill the morning air
And soon there’s birdsong all around
And life is everywhere.


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 | ABC | |

Birds

Blue feathers, black eyes
Squeaking calls are no surprise.
Snapped twig, wing twitch
Nimble and small as a Golden Snitch.
Hop below or soar above,
Robin, wren, jay, or dove,
Let us all give a toast
To the birds, the animals we love the most.


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The Birdie

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Becoming

We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth


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Bird Watching

I watched a fragile bird today 
painted black and white and gray
Prancing all about me 
as if to dance and play.

He hopped around the grassy grounds
in hopes of breakfast beetles 
To give him strength to fly again
in search of nesting twigs and needles.

Not being an ornithologists or bird watcher
by science or trade
I did not know the name of him
though still hear the sounds he made.

In those moments there before us 
when time stood up on end
And for a while did make me smile
and feel like me again. 

For reasons I still don't understand 
how he captured my attention...
gazing on this feathered friend
Taking me to another dimension. 

'til he struck gold right down below green  
and came up with a trinket he prized 
Of food for a day and words I can't say
Of this wonder that took to the skies.    


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Dance of Cranes: on Coming Home - SF


It waits on the wedge of a field
no longer lonely, another
 floats in for a landing above
 a sea of yellow flowers

Who will  forget that wonderful fuss,
the mock scolding  of an absence
now  being celebrated
The preaching  by a full range of
 vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding
against a new, and thinking sky

For Andrea's SF Contest


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The wetlands

Rick’s 32

The wetlands

The wetlands
So beautiful
They’re so grand
Lovely place to study
Can be wet and muddy
I love them
Walk there each day
All the way.
 
Full of beasts
Big Kangaroos
I love them
So strong, and handsome too
They’ll take food off of you
Those wetlands
So wonderful
They’re so cool.

Sometimes I
Might see a snake
These creatures
They love to live by lakes
Water does entice them
They scare guys
Don’t get too close
If you’re wise.

Oh so sweet
These wetland trails
When I walk
I’m living in the now
How that lake does sparkle
Such beauty
A joy to me
Wetlands be.

11 September 2014 @ 1320hrs.

Rick's 32 is form by Erich Goller in 2008 (Vienna)
8 lines 3-4-3-6-6-3-4-3 syllables
Rhyming is optional--any subject.
At least two verses--no verse limit--

ok..this is by syllable counting.. rhyme is optional... at least 2 verses...


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MOCKINGBIRDS

I interrupted
two mockingbirds a-coupled
grey feathers flying.


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NATURE REMIX

I'm hanging up my old backpack
no need to walk them trails
I'm not wading through a cold brook
or hunting long squirrel tails
No need to explore the deep woods
I have pine scent in my car
No more drinks from a waterfall
I've set up a cool home bar

Yeah, I'm staying home
now I can sleep past dawn
Find peace in a nature remix app
I've got my headphones on

Not waiting for a breeze to come
who needs it when you have AC
Forget discovering God's green earth
I have Duck Dynasty on the TV
My bird songs come from a studio
the engineer was good insane
This was an incredible investment
The electronic birds sound the same

Yeah, I'm staying home
now I can sleep past dawn
Find peace in a nature remix app
I've got my headphones on

What that technician didn't realize
or perhaps he just didn't care
He only recorded the bird's questions
there were no answers anywhere
As time went on the walls closed in
no mountain air and no open space
Very slowly, the subtle tension grew
the stress began to show on my face

So I stayed home and listened more
The birds sang around the clock
They began to drive me crazy
A time bomb that tweeted tick-tock 
The "nature" in my Sony headphones
a remix app that was second to none
Only questions, questions.. No Answers
and I was coming totally undone..

Questions
Questions 
Questions

No answers..
in a nature remix
No answers to gain..
nature remix
And I wondered why peace never came!

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: any poem goes #25
Date: 3-22-14


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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


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Mountains

 
(Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 10.09.2014


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Spring philharmonica

Peepers pipe spring chimes                                                                                       birds sing as the hummingbirds                                                                                 hum along with bees                                                                                          *                                                                                                                    *      thunder drum rolls as                                                                                              warm breezes whistle in trees                                                                              raindrop cymbals ring                                         *                                                                 **                                                                                                                         a clean rest then brooks                                                                                           fulfill the springs gushing song                                                                       instrumental  peace


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Spring is on its Way

Spring is on its way.

Our spring is on its way
Just over a month to go
It makes me feel so gay
It gives me such a glow
We’ve had enough cold weather
I need to feel the heat
No season I like better
Each day will be so sweet.

I really love the spring
That’s when the flowers grow
And all the birds are singing
Because these beasties know
That mating season has begun
It’s time to raise their young
Beneath the nice warm, gentle sun
As the spring air fills each lung.

Soon the T-shirts will be worn
The jumpers packed away
The velvet green grass of the lawn
It will grow greener every day
There’ll be lots of barbeques
Where we’ll eat, and drink some beer
It’s always springtime that I’ll choose
I’m glad that it draws near.

13 July 2014 @ 1100hrs.





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Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails
I’ve not done this for a while
It’s not the same as the older days
When I used to walk for miles
My body’s getting older now
I’m easing off a bit
And yet these wetlands filled with life
I love them, I admit.

Whilst walking I got kind of high
The clouds were in the sky
As the rain was teeming down
I heard the ravens cry
As two of them flew over head
Giving out their lonely calls
There’s something about these big black birds
That be so beautiful.

Then I saw a flock of swallows
About a hundred strong
They were not singing tenderly
I heard no kind of song
But my, those birds, they seemed to dance
They whirled and twirled around
And put my mind into a trance
As I trod the grassy ground.

I walked for just an hour or two
As that rain, it soaked the earth
Oh. Walking through these wetland trails
Is a thing of so much worth
Then I went home to write some poems
To celebrate my day
And let the day just do its thing
As I went on my way.

15 August 2013 @ 1350hrs.


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Goodnight show

Goodnight show

Fountains gurgle songs of laughter
As the breeze joins in the song
Then they come, those big pink parrots
They arrive in quite a throng
As silence greets the song of evening
How it echo’s in my being
The sun makes for to say goodnight
What a lovely sight I’m seeing

Green parrot drifts into the garden
He is looking kind of wary
He knows Galahs will see him off
These pink birds they can be scary
When they gang up on this parrot
Who really only wants to eat
He makes a kind of trilling note
That makes the silence very sweet.

Galahs they eat, and then depart
To the comfort of the trees
Protected from the predators
Where they will retire at ease
Green parrot knows that now he’s safe
So he heads towards seed tray
And then he too takes to the treetops
As the night farewells the day.

15 July 2014 @ 1525hrs.


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Predator and Prey

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


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The Raven

The Raven

Handsome bird as black as coal
You have such piercing eyes
And too such wondrous shiny sheen
You look so very wise

Some call you messenger of God
Some say you symbolize
Death, and dark misfortune
I love your lonesome cries

I see in you magnificence
I love the look of you
A carrion eater you might be
But that’s just what you do

To me you’re filled with mystery
A mystic, magic bird, you be.

8 July 2014 @ 1352hrs.


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Falcon

 As I fly,
miles high,
out across,
the deep blue sky,
I look for prey,
on the forest floor,
as I elegantly soar,
I can spot a hare,
a mile down,
and dive at 100,
to the ground,
I am the acrobat,
of the air,
and the king of the sky,
without a care.


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The beauty of the wetlands

 
Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory



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It's morning time

It’s morning time

It’s morning time, I feel so grand
The time of day I love the best
I really do not understand
Why this time makes me happiest

I love to wake up in the morn
It’s morning time, I feel so grand
I need to see the morning born
To get up early life demands

When birds sing I have no command
I really need to hear their song
It’s morning time, I feel so grand
Morning times I feel that I belong

When resting listening to the sea
Sitting in the soft warm sand
I love the morning mystery
It’s morning time, I feel so grand


18 November 2014















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Haiku Collection

icy rain thrashing down 
coating ground with silver hues
gleaming, glistening.

moon beams shining down 
cloaking earth with silver glaze
smiling at lovers. 

river rushing by
crashing down slippery rocks
white water churning.

autumn leaves scattered
hues of golden browns and reds
whipped up by wind.

Screaming hurricane
trees strewn, lying uprooted
debris everywhere.

oh, elegant swan
startling snowy white feathers
astounding grace.

osprey perched high
dives and surfaces with fish
leaving just a ring.


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morning arrives

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


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A Cherry Tree Litany

I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.

The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird
From eyes that would discern this source of joy.
Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard,
His mate to charm; his rivals to annoy.

Charmer of worms, I see your yellow beak
Now opening to disgorge divine enchantment
To humans, who the charms of Nature seek,
In troubled times, for solace and contentment.

Your pastoral serenade surrounds me all day long;
The sun is sinking fast, and so, to evensong.


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Barn Owl

I often wonder where you go wise sentinel, who knows somehow that days grow long, time sways and bends. You stay awhile, become our friend Then off you fly, when summer ends What becomes of one we've grown to know who holds the night, on wings composed You perch, clung to a red-tiled scope upon the ridge, the barn roof's slope in the shadow of the evening's grace a silhouette on moonlight's face You are keeper of the nightly watch a ticking clock, when midnight peaks with one eye closed to mock our sleep, the other eye revolves to keep a world in check 'till morning breaks When first the chill of autumn's call, I look for you as twilight falls But, halls of dark are lonely now Without you there, wind can't compare Oh, where, oh, where, my friend are you? For now, I see, the roof is bare When wind "woo-hoo's" sad songs tonight it echoes you, but you aren't there in silhouette against the moon
___________________________________________ For the "Night Owl" Contest: Sponsored By Kelly Deschler 8/6/14


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The Darkness cometh

The darkness cometh.

Children talking in the background
Fountain gurgles out a tune
Sky is dark and grey and cloudy
Tonight we will not see no moon
Soon the day will turn to darkness
All is kind of silent, still
The dusk it always makes me wonder
And I guess it always will.

I will sit here for an hour
Then go in and watch the news
I love to feel the closing daytime
And maybe if I had to choose
I'd sit and wait till morning wakes up
There's something in the night time that
Fills my soul with so much wonder
I think that night time's where It's at

Here it comes, the sky grows darker
Little birds begin to sing
They say goodnight then off they wander
The darkness shadowing their wings
I think that rain will soon be coming
Maybe it will rain all night
I love my bed in cold wet winter
it's cosiness gives me delight.

19 July 2012 at 1400 hrs






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As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
To herald in day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburras crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the sounds of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.


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Lovely Lorikeet

Lovely Lorikeet

In the silence of the dawn
The bird of many hues
He eats into a Banksia flower
And lord, I’m telling you
His colors spin my mind away
And seep into my soul
Oh such beauty there before me
It makes me feel so whole.

Cornflower blue, emerald green
And oranges and yellows
Perched there in the morning sun
He makes me feel so mellow
As the morning takes my heart away
And a symphony it plays
Oh such a joyous, wondrous sight
To welcome in my day.

A flock of them come in my garden
And perch among the leaves
Of that big old Banksia tree
Such a picture they do weave
Within this dreamers mind of mine
It makes me feel alive
For all this rich and lovely Splendour
On this my heart does thrive.


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As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


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The Magpies and the Starlings - a neighborly clamor

Mr. and Mrs. Magpie quarreled
with the shy Starling couple
on our roof's chimney
fight for their tallboy

The Magpies are much bigger
and tweet continuously
Mr. and Mrs. Starling step down
leave their roof and flue 

The Starlings were moving on
could track them down easily
on smokestacks' other side
a place of their own

All evening long I could hear
trotting up and down the roof
tweeting a victory song
restful symphonies

©Ellie Wouterse

PS. Hope you enjoy also the scenery nature displayed.... 


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Spring Birth

Spring Birth

one twig, two twigs, three
soft down plucked from mother’s breast
the perfect bower

three tiny blue eggs 
under warmth of mother’s love 
they stir, they hatch new

three urgent beaks open 
insistent, burning, they beg 
speckled downy fuzz

Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku


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Haiku 2

soft clouds rolling by 
back lit by blazing gold sun
gentle rain drops fall

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

eagle soars and dives 
now  just a speck in the sky
tumbling falling down


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My lake Joondalup

My lake Joondalup.

Lake Joondalup
There’s a place I like to be
So filled with every kind of tree
And birds of every shape I see
Where roos, they come right up to you
And the Parrots act so tame
I love that lake in Joondalup
I’ve always felt the same.

Oh, you should hear the volume
Of the screeches, song and chatter
The noise it nearly deafens one
Till nothing really matters
It all becomes a part of you
As it seeps into your soul
That bird din mesmerizes me
And makes me feel so whole.

One can sit there by the water’s edge
In an alcove all alone
There’s little benches everywhere
I sit here on my own
Watching all the wading birds
The Storks, the Ducks the swans
The Ibis and the White egrets
And on, and on, and on.

Lake Joondalup
It’s an addiction to my soul
When there, I am a happy man
It’s a fifty minute stroll
From my house, and It’s worth it too’
It’s a peaceful little place
Whenever I sit here by this lake
A smile lights up my face.


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Feather

My father made a fan
of
pheasant feathers
for me when I was
young.
I danced around the
living
room while playing a
guitar, he sung.

The feathers cooled
me at night when the
breeze no longer
blew.
The smoothness of
the make shift toy,
a treasure only I
knew.
We would walk the
woods watching each
footfall we would
take.
Looking for more
escaped feathers,
more fans we would
make.
All I have are
memories now, one
last moment, no real
goodbye.
I'll find enough
feathers, I'm going
to make wings, to
him, I'll fly.



For Contest: Leaf,
feather, shell or
flake
"Feather"
Sponsor: Andrea
Deitrich
Date: 08-04-2014

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The Heart's Keeper

The bird has gone away
and with its sudden flight
Knew winter's on the way
...I called the bird on high
To take along my heart
To where it would find warmth
To let it never part
To keep it beating strong
And warm the winter long.

By CarolineCecile
Feb. 26,2011


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Carolina Wren

On top of the fence
A Crisp and Dewey morning
Smaller than her sound


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CALIFORNIA IS BURNING

California is burning with scorching 
blazes that destroy acres of land
and luxurious homes!


It's an Inferno where screams are too loud:
high winds have a wrathful force
and multiply dangers!


It's an evening without a red sunset...
trees fall and birds start fleeing:
beauty will turn into ashes! 


Don't be brave, never try to fight a blaze: 
escape from this burning hell
and pray for rain again! 



 Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest,
"" Haiku Wannabees "
Written on 6/4/2013


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Birds

singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold 


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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 

      


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THE EAGLE STILL RULES INTO THE WILDERNESS

An eagle with dark plumage and a white crest,
tends to her hungry chicks after a long flight,
and as tired as she is, she refuses to rest...
she will return before the last gleam of light.


No other bird is mighter than the impetuous eagle 
that still rules into the wilderness, observe her keenness!
Watch the one that I saw yesterday feeding her little ones
that soon will be alike her by embodying her will.


Tree times a day, this beautiful eagle with a trepidant heart,
will go back to her nest built with hay on an unreachable peak,
and she's very careful not to drop any food from her curved beak...
knowing that they are waiting endangered by the glances of a lark. 


What other bird can boost the strength she will proudly display
in her long flights without losing endurance and alertness?
And to provide for them, she searches everywhere for a prey...
proving with her might that the eagle still rules into the wildeness.


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A Song for the Glory of Nature

A Song for the Glory of Nature

Life is so sweet as Nature amply proves 
         by the birds and the bees
That dearly presents just how loves soothes,
          mankind's many troubles and woes
Marvel, marvel at the sheer beauty of the trees, 
singing in colors brilliant or icy white snows

Does not the art of the trees rain this down upon us?
Having been caressed by the love and wonder of the 
          birds and the bees

Nature gives many more displays to validate it's worth
as man fails to adequately describe that majesty even 
                                                        in poetic verse!
Robert L. 

Composed this morning as I patiently waited to let a mother duck
and her seven little ducklings safely cross the road in front of me.
Nature presents us with the beauty of the young to remind us what
we should diligently strive to preserve and hold onto!


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Bird Song to a Sunrise

I rose this morning to sweet bird song,
Almost painful to my ears.
A thousand creatures singing,
With every solo clear.

As the world begins to wake,
Their sound will slowly fade.
Into the background of our chatter
And all the excess we make.

But if you listen hard enough,
You will still make out their cry.
A soft and gentle lullaby,
Floats a rising sky.

Feeling at one with natures’ dawn,
Sitting here naked to the eye,
A gentle breeze to keep me warm,
From where no one else can see.

With each word I add to this page,
The sound becomes harder to hear.
The Sun breaks a window pane,
Morning is drawing near.

Though it is not the birds that quieten,
Their song still pungent and loud.
It is us that make a greater noise,
Wrapping nature in a shroud.


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Sparrows in the Fountain

Sparrows in the fountain,
With their feathers all a’fluff,
Frolic and remind me
Sometimes Nature is enough.

I can feel the bonds releasing,
Where they’d tightened ‘round my heart,
As I sit and watch the sparrows
While they dip and douse and dart.

Though they’re not the main attraction,
As the flowers love to boast,
It’s the sparrows in the fountain
That call out to me the most.

So when Stress, though most unwelcome,
Pays an unexpected visit,
Just an hour with the sparrows
Is an antidote exquisite.


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Bird Call

       Bird Call

Changed sun, day song flies

Nightingale, leaf, storm forward 

Fall silent to noise


Details | Concrete | |

The Eagle

Spread your wings and fly,oh you bird so beautiful,
"The Monark of the sky."
Your wings spread in splendor,your flight silent, and yet, so swift.
Eyes that are piercing,always on your prey.
They never seem to drift.
You soar to heights high above the ground.
You glide like a kite,circling around and around.
Your colors are an array of beauty,
mixed with the golden sunlight.
You can be seen from a long way off,
an "Eagle" solitare,so free in flight.
You're mysterious, bold and cunning.
And again, humble and shy,
Why must you become extinct?
Can't they hear your cry?
Let me fly free,to show the grace of my kind.
I will be illusive, a bird so hard to find.
But if you destroy me and wipe my species out,
who will hear my cry of life as I boldly shout.
For I am an "Eagle" such a beautiful sight.
A humble bird alone hid in fear from man,
riding the wind in illusive flight.


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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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Tiny Bird

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

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

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

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

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


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Memories On Branches

My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.

And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.

Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.

A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair, 
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.


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A Feeding Place

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

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

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


Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Mix It Up


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One Autumn Day

As a shape shifter I change into a bird
and fly high above the sunlight forest.
The trees now losing their leaves show
me the patches in between what was once hidden.
Glimpses of lake and stream glittering and gleaming
and the multitude of dazzling Autumn colours,
give a sense of peace and memories of long gone Summer.

09/10/2014

contest: One Autumn Day sponsor PD


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Hauki 4

A simple daisy
yet  exquisitely formed
white and gold abound


My blackbird follows
me around in the garden
cheerful tune emits


snowdrop  so lovely
you poke up your head through snow
 glistening snow white


a robin redbreast
tugged at a juicy worm
he was so pleased


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Nature's Saucer

A droplet of rain,
Nestled within a curled leaf:
Thirsty reflections.


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Lorrikeet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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


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The dawn has just begun

The dawn has just begun

It’s morning time
The dawn has just begun
I sit here looking through my window
I am the lonesome one
It seems the whole world sleeps right now
The sky turns marmalade
As sun it comes to bless the day
The darkness starts to fade.

I hear the crazy din
As corellas pass on by
All dressed in pure white feathers
There’s power in their cries
They fly on by, a flock of them
Looking grand against the clouds
They tell the world, it’s morning time
Their awakening calls so loud

Green parrots fly on down
To graze amidst the grass
The morning is serene, and sweet
Two ravens they do pass
Their lonely caws they mesmerize
And make my mind feel sweet
It’s morning time
My whole world seems complete.

31 July 2014 @ O706.


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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


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Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

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


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Grey Owl

Guardian of night,
Hoots the alarm of distress:
Disturbing shadows.


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My Strength Renewed

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


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Rebirth

I love this time of year so much
as gentle shoots break through the ground
all around are signs of new life
soon colour will once more be rife

This is the time for patience
as the plants start to unfurl
their leaves bringing promise
of the sweet smelling flowers

And birds do sing so happily
as they feed their hungry chicks
no matter if the sun shines down
or the rain softly falls soaking all

The apples and plums swell up
giving promise of their sweet fruits
that pleasure still to come
everywhere you look life abounds


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My Walk

My walk in the woods I see one quick flittering, humming,

Standing tall ever vigilante a woodpecker begins.
Crown of red feathers builds excitement extreme.
Head jerking quickly looking bold without sins,
This bird has such power discovered in a dream.
Devastating wood in all forms, feasting it would seem.

Songwriters’ blue jays,
Dressed in colors that I see,
Family ties strong,
Flies so silent perched in song.
My relaxed moment is when.

An early bird upon first frost,
Flicking their tails, presenting orange chest,



Written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name For(Four)Beautiful Birds 


written by 
Cecil Hickman

written 05-19-2011


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A Bluebird On A Swing


A Bluebird On A Swing

Looked Such A Funny Thing

A Breeze Blew It Back & Forth

On The Swing It Held Court

Then Under Sunshine In The Sky

It Lifted Its Wings To Fly ...


                   
           Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady


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The hills are alive

The hills are alive

These hills are alive with mystery
As I sit here all alone and free.

It’s morning time, so beautiful
As I listen to the wild birds call.

That God is here I know for sure
Her presence fills me more and more

I hear music loud and clear
The song of nature’s always here

Among these hills that I love best
I sit here filled with happiness

25 June 2014 @ 0826hrs.

I offer this pathetic write to Scots contest, sorry mate, too short for me but done my best


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Spirit

My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.


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Pecking Order

Three black birds
Feeding on my lawn
Display their different characters.

Rook is king
With murderous bill,
Strutting, marking out his manor.

Comical
Jackdaw hops about –
The cheeky chimney chatterer.

Never yet
Intimidated
By the threat of advancing rook.

He quickly
Steals the stale bread crust,
Braving the rook’s road-breaking beak.

Respectful
Blackbird waits his turn,
Golden monocled eye, watching,

With patience,
Diligence, he waits,
Then swoops to gather up the crumbs.


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Morning

Streaks of sun through trees
Dewdrops glisten in delight
Birds declare their joy


Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen in Crystalline 4



Nightingale's song fades in dawn's light Crisp Winter shadows dance with delight


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Proud Parrot

Proud Parrot

He’s such a cocky little bird
Head held high, and chest puffed out
He struts around, my heart is stirred
There’s a kind of silence all about.

He’s green, and blue, and beautiful
Yellow ring around his throat
He don’t care that the weather’s cool
He has a lovely sheeny coat.

A crested pigeon comes to feed
But he’s not there for long
Our Parrot, he gets wild, indeed
His will so very strong

His hunger staved he sits in tree
And whistles softly just for me.

13 July 2014 @ 0336hrs.


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A Melancholic Blaze

The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
 As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The nature decaying to the bizarre setting...
As the wolves howl at the night’s mystical descend...
And as my heart cries a disheartening reverie...
The river turns venomous at the cheerless call...

The wolves pursue the divine call...
The eerie wind deceives their ears...
Far ahead I see a shadow of the pure...
But as I approach...the shadow is razed by the prevalent obscurity...

The winter birds seem to be early...
Nesting in the putrefied tree...
The venomous river appears frozen...
As a chilling breeze stings the heart...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The last few hopes seem to deaden...
As a cloud seems to darken the elegant moon...
And the heart craves for her warmth...
As the flowers anticipate the monsoon...

Why is it that her radiant shadows appear?
When illumination ceases to exist...
A bird rests on my shoulder...
And sings mantras of eternal hope...
An assurance of support... 
And guidance...as the melancholic night descends...

The wolves howl to the infinite sky...
...And the lamentation of a lost soul...
Overpowered by their howls...
As the melancholic fire burns on...

The lamentation of a lost soul...
Forever lost...

...And as I close my eyes...
The setting transforms to “heaven”
Where flowers are vivacious...
...And nature rejoicing the start of spring...
...As I lay in her arms...
The panorama vivid as ever...

A panorama...
That subsists within the broken heart...
And a last few dead branches...
The winter bird collects to complete its nest...

And now all is at rest...
Silence is what subsists eternally...
The lamentation of a torn heart
Ever so callous...

...As he putrefies eternally...
...In a Melancholic Blaze...


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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.


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Roar of Silence, Haiku


to live in the woods
listen to the sheer quiet
so weighty and loud

the morning silent
not a whisper of sound stirs
deafening stillness

weighing on the ear
silence roars loud in the brain
the bird’s shrill cry brays

Trisha Sugarek, 2011


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Summer Therapy - The Skylark

Song soars, dawn of day,
O’er fields gold with hay,
Sudden rising melody.
Stirring balmy air,
Heavenly fanfare,
Giving summer therapy.

Lyrical bouquet,
Birdsong ricochets,
A soulful “blues” remedy.
Skylark, debonair,
Above our earth, fair,
Create joyful fantasy.


July 15, 2014


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Haiku 2 - nightingale serenading, pelican gliding, hummingbird nuzzling

lonesome nightingale
serenades the airwaves
searching for his soul mate

lone pelican gliding
against the evening sky
so effortlessly

blown in with the wind
hummingbird nuzzles a bloom
and is blown away again



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Mountain Sleep

            Mountain Sleep 

Mountain sleeps once upon a lake
Yellow bird skims the surface of liquid blue
Draws in an insect on the slender beak
A subtle noise discerned as it gathers up the bug
Disturbances below are heard, a lifted fin, a splash 
In nervous motion the trout moves back below
Cheated by the bird who stole his living meal
Above the lake, below the gaze of mountain
Snow melts, rain rides the spine and washes down
To purify the path 
Make the past and present one and the same
Gliding between here and now
Mountain looks for a cover
But only finds the white of ice
Trees are used as toothpicks upon the ponderings
Lake is gargled with the blue and brine as mountain thinks
Wakes, meditates. It rises on green grass
Mirrored at the water’s edge
Pretends to see right through it
Then turns with each hour of the sun
Bakes with the red birds spinning like rotisseries
Mighty wings lift and swoop on clouds
Rivers rush with them to some lost town
Forsaking summer in a rush of churning waves
Joined by colored feathers keeping tempo 
Mountains are too heavy to go with them
They are only rocks and rocks don’t run or fly
They only fall and roll with wisdom into winter 
Tectonic movements take them slow along the land
Steeped in snow that covers everything with solace 
On the giant slopes pulled over like a blanket
The mountain, brought to its knees, to sleep


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The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
 
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.


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Lovely Birds Life

Birds are happy pleased I swear
They are satisfied 
Homes in the trees
Early in the morn, hungry they go
At sunset, full they come
Every day is a festival
They talk birdsong
Daytime among verdure and flowers
Raindrops their showers
Sleeping on time
Healthy they are
No impression nor vigil
Marriage in a minute
No money
No mine nor yours
Just fly to get things
All things are free
The land is wide
The sky is wider
Wake up and fly! 
 


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senryu 3

kookaburra clock

laughing as I exit park

confirms I'm on time


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Autumn - Alphabet Poem

Ashes prepare for the fire’s glow
Umbrellas twirl under the rain
The leaves voice a radiant symphony
Uttering a beautiful season
Many feathers thread their way south
Nature’s clock spinning a bridge to winter


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Today

(Rictameter)


Today
Saw the sun rise
And a pink rose did bloom
Butterflies  outside still just play
This morning is so bright and very nice
The sun is warm but air is cool
And birds in the trees sing
Fall's almost here
Today.


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014



09.15.2014


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BIRDSONG SERENADE

Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ...


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Goethe's Path

The forest path meandered through the trees

ahead the silvery tinkling sound of water
there was also a murmuring drone of bees

slowly slithering away was a sleepy adder



Entering the pretty glade full of flowers

his senses lulled by the peacefulness
watching with joy the diving dippers

and a kingfisher preening its feathers



Onward through the leafy forest he strolled

over on the right there were many fissures
as breathing heavily he climbed up the wold

arriving at the huts of the wood dwellers



The high priest Druid Fire Dancer strode out

shouting welcome, come sit here by the fire 
there roasting over the fire pit were trout

people dancing to the sweet tunes of the lyre


written 06/30/2014

contest Goethe Stanza


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rainbow tail

amazing black bird
long rainbow tail and ode tongue
nature hands art view 


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I love it all

I love it all

The mystery of a blood red rose
The beauty of a heart that glows
A songbird singing to the day
I love it, it’s all okay

A river flowing lazily
The vastness of the mighty sea
At sunrise when life seems so gay
I love it all, it’s all okay

Green leaves dancing on the breeze
The bird’s there singing in the trees
You know I really have to say
I love it all, It’s all okay

Even when the skies are grey
I love it all, It’s all okay

21 December 2014


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spring birds' melodies

Haiku(spring birds' melodies)

spring birds’ melodies
lovely colorful flowers  
cool mists drizzling




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Reflections of Joy

I wish I could have a flower garden of iris'
Of blooming iris flowers,
With canaries and other swooping birds
Feather to feather, to fly above,
As I sit perched,
Only distance carries my thoughts.
Below, a catacomb of surface,
Blooming an age of wisdom and growth.
We live what we learn, 
Of our heart's desire.


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Flying Wet - Haiku

     Flying Wet - Haiku

rain drops encounters
soft between wings, touch blue birds
wild! no need to bathe 


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Mockingbird and A Whippoorwill

A Mockingbird
Outside My Window Sill
Said "Come Play With Me
if You Will

The Day Is Free
The Day Is Fair
So Come Play With Me
if You Dare" ...

Its Tune Was Catchy
Its Song Was Sweet
It Wasn't The Usual
Tweet  - d -  Tweet

So I Ventured Out
To The Mockingbird
But It Was Wayward
To Its Words

Now It Sat Drinking
On The Curb
With A Whip-Poor-Will
Quite Unperturbed

It Didn't Mind
It Had Got Caught
It Jeered & Said
"Its Not My Fault!

You Took Too Long
In This Fine Weather
So I Found Me Another
Bird-of-A-Feather"

Then The Mockingbird
& The Whip-Poor-Will
Flew Wings Into 
A Nearby Field

But Mocker Kept Messaging
With Consummate Skill
So Now I Don't Trust
A Mockingbird's Trill

And Its Like Gregory Peck's
Movie I Saw & Heard ...
That I Now Want ...
'To Kill A Mockingbird'


         Written & Copyrighted © :  9/12/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady


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Searching

Why does the bird sing?
Who does it call 
When it calls
Does it become tired of calling
Silence 
While it stares around 
Black bird 
Above me 
Who do you want to see 
Why do you keep flying 
From tree to tree

When I first saw you 
You were stretched out on an arm
I wonder if you are 
Like me 
Expecting harm
But you fly away 
Fly around 
Fly 
Beautiful Black bird
Where did you go that fast 
I wish I could take you 
To see beauty that will last 

I wish I could fly you over the Earth

Where the world was given birth
I wish we could look 
From a distance 
At what God did from an instance 
Beautiful Black bird
I wish that you could show me 
All that you’ve seen 
But I wonder if you know 
All that it would mean 
The first time I glanced at you 
I knew that you were special

A loud call you gave
Did they hear your call 
Or did they pass you by
I heard your call
But it wasn’t for me 
Beautiful Black Bird 
If I called you 
Would you answer me?
 


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The Sparrow

The sparrow left her nest in search of food 
Doing her very best to care for her brood 
Each flight a test as a worm below protrudes
Oh how it is blessed though this worm eludes

But she does not quit, not even given to a sigh
The grass now well lite and affording another try
Eyes now just a slit coming down from on high
A worm having a fit never expecting he'd die

And then back she flew knowing right where to go
And little ones knew in the ruckus they would show
In the late morning dew time to eat is all they know
But soon grow mindful of what mother taught though

For soon it will be their turn the summer season so near
For they will now discern what God will make so clear
Each day they will have to earn but shall not live in fear
The moral here to learn is God holds you even more dear

Matthew 10:31


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Night Owl

It flies and settles on a tree branch,
waiting for fish to pop out of the lake,
to enjoy the moonlight.

A group of kids sits around a bonfire,
trembling with fright,
as they keenly listen to the owl's hooting.

"The bogeyman is being ushered in...."
one of the kids says, with a breaking tone......


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Baby Bird - Haiku

     Baby Bird – Haiku

From the nest, a fall
Tumbling with few feathers down
Soft ground is a kiss


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A Joyous Trek

A Joyous Trek 

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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2014 

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

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

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


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haiku chain X3 'the desert'

The Desert


~*~ misty morning silver over cactus thorn diamond drops ~*~ mesquite trees dance smooth breeze through the sage ripples on the sand ~*~ invisible clouds sunlight melts morning woodpecker news ~*~


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The Cuckoo

The cuckoo calls her cheery word
To let us know she has returned
And everyone is quite pleased too
To hear the very first cuckoo

This lovely bird it will not rest
Lays its eggs in others nests
Then flies away and leaves behind
A foster parent who is kind

The cuckoo as you see my friend
Leave their children for others to tend
And when the young have grown up to
Their instinct tells them what to do

So when you next hear cuckoo’s call
Remember that I told you all
This bird means spring is on its way
And for some bird its foster day


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Billabong

They were gathered round the billabong
to try to work things out
but all that was being emitted was
a right Caxton of sounds

All were jabber, jabber
and some pushing going on
jostling each other for space
none wanting to be left out

At last the wallaby said
whoa, stop I say STOP 
and quiet finally fell
Lets give the chair to cockatoo

He can perch up high 
from where he can 
keep things moving
so watch for his signal

Cockatoo opened the meeting
and first called on Dingo
you get everywhere Dingo
what have you heard?

Dingo says I heard the humans
they are going to cut down
the blue ridge forest
and build many houses there

That can not happen
it is our home
we will have to work together
if we band we can delay their work

So the animals agreed on a plan
the big animals would sit in the roads
slowing the trucks down
While the monkeys would hide their tools

Snakes would wrap their bodies
around the marked trees 
while the birds and parrots 
the workers they would bomb

All this drove the foreman to despair
the work fell further and further behind
We could build netted fences
but that only stops the large animals

The Wet will be on us 
in less than a month
if the land is still un-cleared
all work will come to a stop   

I think we need to reconsider
and turn the Blue Ridge mountains
into a reserve for them all
there are plenty of other places

Where we can build
that do not have many animals
lets leave them the ridges
then we and our children

Will have a sanctuary
to come and watch these fighters
they have shown us the errors
not all land should be built on

At the next meeting
Dingo told them you are safe
your homes will be left untouched
all we all have to do is show our faces

Pose for the odd photo
amuse with a few tricks
and in return
we can live in peace


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The Bird Song

   The Bird Song   

Icy fingers from the lake
tenderly caress the dew.
Foggy digits turn to vapor 
when the sun comes into view.

Sunlight bursts into the meadow.
Birds sing the song of a new day.
A family of deer finishing up breakfast.
I watch as the fawn begin to play.

Staring at the splendor of nature I'm humbled
by the magnificent day the Lord has made.
I'm reminded of a game of hide n seek as I watch
the sun playfully find the hiding shade.

The trees changing colors tell the season.
As the warmth of summer gives in to the fall.
Time rolling on in sweet harmony.
The bird song a testimony to it all.

As a visitor to this glorious moment 
I must give the Lord praise,glory,and fame.
After a fleeting look back at the meadow
I shall go back from whence I came.


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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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Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

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

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest


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River Theft - Haiku

River Theft – Haiku

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


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Birdsong

Keep on singing, bird
I cannot see you
as I sit enclosed 
by the four walls of my room
But I do not need to see you 
with my eyes
Your song goes to the centre
of my being
making me ever aware of 
the kinship of my spirit
with yours
I do not hear you anymore
Perhaps you have flown away
but the vibrations 
that your song has set up
within my soul
will go on 
like the never-ending waves
of the ocean
Thank you, bird


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Squirrel

Scampering along
Stiff, silent on the asphalt
Crows delicacy 


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Save the Words

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


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Starlings at Dusk



  dusk, and starlings flock;
  murmuring shapes across sky
  then downwards  to roost.


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The Jackdaw

The jackdaw is a curious bird
	He hops and runs along,
His genial “tchak, tchak” can be heard – 
	Alas, he has no song.

Why look these corvine birds so old ?
	Jet black and hooded grey,
With beady eye and black beak, bold,
	They chase small birds away.

Corvus Monedula is his name,
	It’s from the Latin took,
With habits very much the same
	Some take him for a rook.

Poor old Jack, has no collective
	For meeting with his friends,
He shouts “Tchak !  Tchak!” and this invective
	‘Gainst all mankind he sends.

Most creatures have collective nouns,
	It really is an oddity –
No way to name this gang of clowns ?
	I’ll christen them JOCUNDITY !


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Edge Of Nature

            Edge Of Nature

In beautiful thick, somewhat visible fields, sun burst through
Reveals bright orange and yellow flowers in a sway
Brushed, aided by a somber breeze in sleepy peace   
                  
Black horrific elements terrorize with hurricane like forces at that moment
Raging with rain, tearing through the nearby forest, destroying the scene 
Shadows in the ominous clouds scream and curse the calm

Sweet tiny birds sporting red and green, dart through light and dark, come to 
rest
Finding clear stream water to refresh and enjoy the day
Observe remnants left over by the storm, then fly off, focused on the cool blue 

Night is the enemy, ready to kill at will, mercy sleeps oblivious
To the fierce hunger, natures passion fulfilled, predators pace, wait their turn
Death grips small animals as they slip from being into nothingness

Bunnies leap for joy in the morning dazzling day as it cracks open
Dancing on cleared carpets, stumbling past debris, rolling towards merriment  
Play like children in the golden fields, charmed by chance, just at the edge of 
nature

Change races on with the calamitous rain downward
To rocks that know how to hold their own in the deluge
All seems right with the world in this orchestrated paradise  
 


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Cuckoo Haiku

     Cuckoo Haiku

Flightless, no feathers
Strange gray bird, drinks river dry
Cuckoo forgets song


Created On 9/18/14 for Creative Poetry Contest


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Owls Night

                    Owls Night 

Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged
Sores the twilight ozone meadow
Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass
Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter
Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert 
Between the silent grays of total black
Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt
Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow  
Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp
Scrambling to escape
Owl changes shape before attacking
Preys before he merges on this species
The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature
A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight
Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing
No thinking on the wing and wind
No time to contemplate
Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet
Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret
Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together 
Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog
But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt


                    Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest


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First Flight

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

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

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

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


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Bluejay Escorting Me One Morn

 Bluejay Escorting Me One Morn 

 

Taking early morn walk to settle worldly thoughts
 so gentle the path and green splashing trees
Solitude and peaceful spirit so easily bought
enjoying Nature's gift of the birds and the bees

Before reaching first hiking trail's little bend
 found I had a blue flashing fast flying friend
A bluejay seemed to be so doggedly following me
 circling around happily landing tree to tree

Could it be, same returning fledgling from last Spring?
 little darling I had saved when it failed first wing
Placed tenderly back into that great and high nest
 life thus saved joining all the loud chirping rest

Now followed faithfully for another four hundred yards
 blue flashes often circling above my uncovered head
As if my life it so cleverly wanted to now safely guard
 so much like a dream yet I surely was not in my bed

Bluejay so happily trailing me as if to just say,
 thank you friend,  for saving me that sweet day!

Robert J. Lindley 06-05-2014..


Written today but inspired from an incident that happened to
 me a few months after my heart attack four years ago..
That bluejay followed me from just behind my home to a stream
about a half mile away. Where it landed in a tall Sycamore tree 
while I sat beside that stream for about 45 minutes..
Had never seen anything like it before or since!!
Could it have been the same baby bluejay I saved the preceding year??
Is that even possible?


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A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In the tops of trees

The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow

Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout

Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise


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Hummingbird Inclinations

            Hummingbird Inclinations

Hummingbirds make blues and reds more vivid
Thin tongues dipped in sweet delicious depths
Hovering above their favorite thing
Who knew flowers could be so tasty
With beaks sunk deep into the sacred sanctuary
Nectar makes the perfect breakfast at great speeds
Hummingbirds take risks and chances being out in day
They are so cute and tiny on the wing
Bird snatchers are dangerous nasty people
With nets they could catch them and make them sing
Keep them from Mother Nature in the spring
Hold them for ransom or other felonious things
That snatchers are known to do
Hummingbirds fly backwards in time
With gentle precision and inclinations
To find flowers they left behind 
They stir up images of oranges and yellows as they fly
And paint a pretty picture in our minds 



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Haiku Jungle

                             Haiku Jungle

Snakes birds tangle wild

Under, brooks babble downward

Vegetation spring



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Absentee

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

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

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

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


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A Positive Poem

Winged wonders brush the sky; birds in flight, like angels above.
Swooping, soaring, round and round; soft wings whispering their secrets.
Birds are natures’ gardeners; spreading seeds. they populate the soil.

2014


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First Flight

A 
first flight 
adventure; 
all-day-long-strong, 
fledgling soars above 
us.


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The Bird

The bird 
A little green bird flies to my window sill.
He sits so still that you think he is part of the window.
He watches the other birds fly by just moving very little.
He makes a sound as if to say I want to get out.
He then flies about with a cry so loud. 
Then right back to the window sill.


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Owl Prowl

midnight piercing eyes
the owl keeps hungry lookout
tiny mice tremble
July 28, 2014 Night Owl contest Kelly Deschler, Sponsor


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Ten to Twenty, aka a Very Long Sentence

Beady black-eyed bird perched in the bush
outside my window cocking his head
from side to side eying the squirrel-proof
feeder that is coated thickly with a layer of
Vaseline not to keep the squirrels away but
to keep the rats out of the feeder who have
taken up residence in the pampas grass which
separates my house from the neighbors and
who have multiplied (the rats, not the neighbors)
at a rapid pace ever since the neighbor's yard man
killed that perfectly harmless snake, waking me
from my daylight sleep...the harsh and unusual
noise of a man pounding a snake to death with a
stick and wanting to stop him but unable to open
any windows in this old house which were all
painted shut by careless painters or demented
residents, perhaps Joe who used to live here and
briefly made his ghostly presence known when
we first moved in, but now only occasionally pulls
the shower curtain open if we leave it closed and
sometimes makes a rattling noise with the little
lever that closes the drain in the bathtub which we
never take baths in because who wants to lay
around in tub filled with soapy dirty water, fecal
cells floating around attaching themselves to your
chest, your hands and then you feel like you have to 
take a shower, anyway, so why waste time that you
could be spending watching the bird who is eying
the greasy feeder with great suspicion.


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Pigeons Out Of Place

            Pigeons Out Of Place

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

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

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

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

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


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I Saw The Bluebirds

I Saw The Bluebirds 

I saw the bluebirds flying into love
nesting in those trees high above
The owls were hiding in the same tree
awaiting night to fly about so free!

The woodpecker was pecking, pecking away
was he happy, who can ever say?
The mockingbird was just singing loud
knew it's beautiful calls, so very proud!

The blackbirds flew in as a big flock
giving the other birds quite a shock
The crow cautiously flew to another spot
one far more calm and not so very hot!

The robins stayed low in the green brush
slipped about so silently in a low hush
I saw the bluebirds quietly watching it all
sitting on that nest for the very long haul!

R.J. Lindley
O5, 16, 1979

This from long ago. I once visited those woods weekly.
Went there for solitude and to enjoy the sheer beauty 
that Nature so bountifully offered!
Those beautiful woods were cut down in the mid 90's..
So many beautiful spots destroyed forever. Such old growth
 forests take several hundred years to regenerate. And even 
then can not reproduce what Nature had created in tens of
 thousands!


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The Vultures

How anger steams the desert sand;
Dead bodies sprawled about the land, 
Beaks tear while cacti grimly stand.

Among the dead he is alive;
Devouring one-two-three-four-five,
Another fall - ten more arrive

October 2, 2014


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Broken Gems

 A flower petal
Bloomed out against sky dancing ...
Humming bird hoovers

Wings and heart posing
On a pinnacle of leaf ...
The eye snapshots love

Leaking through slow leaves
Shadowing the humming wings ...
Hibiscus with wine.

Poised on wing, air still
Honey in the flowers heart ...
The humming bird feeds.

A broken gem spills
From flowers dripping with sunlight ...
The humming bird flies

by
David Smalling




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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


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Hungry Thief

For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
 
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles 
toward distant woods, and watched 
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.

Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye, 
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest, 
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.



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The lost bird

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

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

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

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

Fly away and see the whats around

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am free, I am free, I am free


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overcrowding

flutter of movement
the bird balancing                watches

we’re blocking its view?


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The Clapper of the Bird Boy

The laugh like cry of the April woodpecker happy in the early spring,
And the dry harsh note of the Jay, awaken the forests and everything,
The dusky wings of rook’s glance in the sun, they are so timid and coy,
Chased off from sown fields and hedges by the clapper of the bird boy.

Bees soon will be seen again diving for nectar in the bells of flowers,
Making a sunshiny hum of renewed happiness so contented for hours,
Men, women and children on the landscape working hard with spring,
Ploughing, harrowing, picking up stones listening to nightingales sing.

Others rolling, bush-harrowing or cleaning the drilled wheat for bread,
Breaking the caked crust on the surface with light harrows the clay red,
Shepherds, shifting hurdles giving the flock pastures the greenest of all,
People working in gardens hoeing, sweeping leaves from last year’s fall.

Peacock and tortoiseshell butterflies amid flowers they don’t have a care,
Settling on warm grounds or hovering high above in the still country air,
Such is April with variable wind and rain with a touch of very early frost,
Nightingales around calthas or kingcups near river places they love most.

A coltsfoot shows it’s yellow flowers on cold bare lands without any leaf,
Violets both blue and white are found as sweet as ever on their own heath,
A cardamine stretches up from the margin of a moist green little hollows,
Again the clapper of the bird boy can be heard chasing off hungry swallows.


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Feathered Alarm Clock

Ready or not it is time to arise
She has been busy all night and it is time to close her eyes

She lives nearby high in a tree
Her rise and sleep cycle is an alarm clock for me 

She has been hunting all night and it is time to rest
She is feeding her owlets and tending to their nest

I hear them noisily demanding their food
they must be an adorable feathered brood

Then as dawn breaks in the sky
Mama owl proclaims it is time to say bye

She calmly sings her song acoustic 
I awake hearing her music

This natural cycle repeats every night
She tells me it is time for me to sleep as she takes flight


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Riverland


   

       Restless river winds.
       winnowing valley farmland.

       In Father's garden chickens squawk, squabble.
       Silver sunlight dances.

       Hens spurn gardens bounty,
       for girl in dusty pants,
       rattling evenings grain bowl.
       Prancing single file behind
       fowl feet indent narrow path.

       Wind rustles treetops.
      

 


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unexpected hummingbird encounter haiku

hummingbird checks me out
and then goes about its way
defining nature....


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Seven Birders

Seven birders in a huff
Trying to tell if it's brown or buff
The bird's feathers are all afluff
Seven birders in a hufff

Six birders in a van
Scouring, searching all the land
For a bird so small and tan

Five birders biding time
Hoping, waiting for that find
To make the day so grand and fine

Four birders in a car
Traveling far from where they are
To see the birds that are afar

Three birders in a book
Trying to find the bird that took
Them by surprise with a short look

Two birders in a field
Scouring o're the lake for teal
While lbj's do chirp and squeal

One birder all alone
The birds were here but now they've flown
To cover, themselves no longer shown
One birder all alone


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Victorious hummingbird

Hummingbird flitting 
to and fro
whizzed sound 
of beautiful colors
making my heart flutter fast
like wings of the beauty I watch

holding still 
in gentle breeze
poised graceful midair
the warm air pressing

As he drinks sweet nectar
smoothly he hovers 
drinking with greed

added to picture of delight
another hummingbird appears
suddenly diving aggressive
in his plight to quench thirst

circles do these two go!
fighting for treasured feast
but the wisest award goes to
patient little one on the side

swooping around chaos
eating peacefully

while the others fight


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Haiku Lace

Plumed egrets shuffling

dripping white laced reflections ~

of the Lace maker.


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Sand in My Shoes

.
.
We walk passed the
wetland wash
in the sanctuary of birds
onto the beach.
.
We see the osprey mother
in her nest of branches
on top of famous
Target Rock;
.
and out in the sound,
the head of a black monster 
flickers back and forth 
below the moving surface.


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Child of the Universe

A child of the Universe

As a child of universe
I’m part of everything
I am the tree’s, the flowers too
The birds that gently sing
The rivers, forests, moon, and sun
The oceans vast, and wide
I am this Universe, I am
 I am life so deified

Everything is part of me
And part of it, am I
I am you, and you are me
And I can never die
For when this shell does dissipate
The circles, they go on
The stories come, the stories go
Yet nothings really gone
 
I’m a child of the Universe
In fact I am the whole
This being who does think he’s me
He appears to play this role
Then sinks into the Universe
To have himself a rest
Then comes another story
Of fear or happiness

20 December 2014


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THE SCARLET IBIS

national bird of 
Trinidad and Tobago
Caribbean Isle

the scarlet ibis
it is a tropical bird
bright red in color

it has a long neck
and it's bill is long and curved
feathers are black tipped

feet are slightly webbed
it's legs are long and skinny
with a wide wing span

beak is used to probe
in mud and shallow water
where it looks for food

you should see it fly
with its long neck extended
as if it's gliding

it's a good fighter
fights with beak legs and it's wings
protects its offspring

scarlet ibis is
one of the most beautiful 
of bird family

they're gregarious
rest in colonies in trees
they travel in flocks

united they are
we can learn a thing or two
from these awesome birds.


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Pint Size Haiku

     Pint Size Haiku

Cast baby finch, flight

Against shoots, green bamboo, shade

Water, measures cold


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He's Baack

On the heels of 
last week’s snow storm,
Red Winged Blackbirds
have returned.
Resplendent males
red epaulets flared
against sleek black feathers
against  cold white snow.
Staking their
patch of cattails,
each holding forth
Lord  of his territory
each lustily calling
 "Okalee"
till his Lady arrives
fashionably late
with warmer weather.


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Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride


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Silent Song

Blackbird sitting in the dead ash tree;
He's the only blackbird I can see.
Stare,
Blackbird, I will stare;
Something about you pertains to me.

The brightest spring I've ever seen:
Blossoms white as milk, or cream.
I never thought the grass, I'd miss;
Now, I gaze upon the emerald bliss.

Sheltered by the bluebird sky,
What should chance
To catch my eye?
A lonely blackbird, calm and still;
I watch him from my windowsill.

Birds of a feather flock together?
Not this one, not this bird
With a different song that needs
To be heard.

One blackbird
In the dead tree,
Alone,
He's the most free.

Perched tall on limb so tranquil, proud,
I draw him out 
From feathered crowd.

When I wake, I hear his voice;
Lonely blackbird makes his choice.

Uniqueness
Holding my respect,
I wonder of his intellect.
Of all the things he thinks he knows,
Stern isolation
Is what shows.

If every bird doth hatch the same,
For another who's to blame?
All blackbirds sing among the green,
But one stands tall
In branches lean.

I watch this bird alone
For hours,
Pond'ring segregation powers.

Some say laws dictate behavior,
Yet I prefer to call
On nature.


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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


Details | Verse | |

Rooks at Dusk

In brooding dusk they gather from the East
Arrive in twos and threes upon the trees.
Autumn beeches, now devoid of leaves,
Begin to darken as the branches heave
And teem with animated rooks.

And jackdaws too, all jockeying for space,
Amid this vibrant, raucous, corvid mass,
Jostling, shifting, squabbling for pride of place,
To raise their voices, demand attention
Speaking freely in this parliament.

When sunset beckons they slip the air
In charcoal squadrons to the field below
Where, in serried ranks along each furrow,
They bow and scrape in search of meagre fare
For supper and the long dark night.

The leader signals, adjourns the meeting –
Vast clouds arise, a thousand wings beating,
Driven as a single being, Westward
To their high swaying roost – murmur greeting,
Huddle together against the cold.


Details | Lanterne | |

The Fledgling

A small bird flapping wings… bouncing, bobbing flight!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Personal Muse

an allouette

Bless you, my Kralyks,
you have found your niche
going to school far away.
She texts from Beijing -
“I’m learning to sing,”
Skylarks inspire her to stay.

Early sights and sounds,
heard during her rounds
of delivering the news,
energize her soul 
with style and control. 
Skylarks - Kralyk's private muse.  


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Love You, My Samii

A spectacular sight to see....

As she perches herself up so very high to reach the top,
   She turns to me, as if to say "Look at me!  Look at me!
I can do all that I can at the top of my castle!"

As she leans backwards,
   She plays with the tail of her toy mouse
That's dangling over the edge.

She catches her mouse with a diligent swipe of her paw,
   And licks and licks to her heart's content
Of catnip d'or.

"Meeeooowww, meeeeeooooowwwww, eeeeeooooowwwww!"

She races throughout my domain,
   Without a strand of fur;
Not a single trace.

She stretches along the windowsill, basks in the sun,
   And falls asleep in the warmth of the rays,
Only to be woken by the chatter of birds outside at play.

"Meeeooowww, meeeeeooooowwwww, eeeeeooooowwwww!"

Oh, Samii!  Oh, My!
   My one and only that I adore so!
I love you, my Samii!


Details | Narrative | |

I Flee from the Storm


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Early morning song

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




Details | Rhyme | |

Praise

Down where the Magnolia blossoms
The fog settles in the hollow
And the horizon's blue costume
Contrast cobalt blue clouds' mellow

A cool gentle morn of quiet
Animals soft delicate sounds
Whisper graditude to Highest
Their love so pure knows no bounds 

Each day praise God for love and life
With caws, coos,cock-a-doodle-do
In their humility play fife
Humans in their arrogance stew


Details | Free verse | |

gentle winter's eve

fondly as I feel the cold breeze in my soul
blue touches the crystal night air with flow
of snow lingers down on the pine trees, I see
as I drift endlessly tonight, thru this gentle winter's eve

I pass near a pond on which a bird use to land
where I use sit and feed out of my hand
bread from the market, baked fresh everyday
during the spring and summer times way

but, the she bird has rose to the air
taken flight, to my dispair
for, the pond is ice and covered with snow
I look back and sigh, knowing the she bird had to go

I walk on farther, to the bridge, 
where a car, awaits for me to get in
I take a glance, of the mountain
just one more time, before I go

For, this will be the last walk
in this mountain's, winter's snow










Details | Rhyme | |

Ravens

When it comes Springtime lambing on the farm
The bleating sheep send out distress alarm

For the black ravens and carrion crow
Locate their prey and glide in on the flow

Ebony ravens with diamond shaped tails
Are now in flight over West Riding dales

Seeing as their wide spreading wings unfolds
their acrobatic chases, dives and rolls

In mating rituals that they display
Ever watchful in likely passing prey

From Arctic to Mediterranean 
Ravens favour suitable carrion

In coastal regions they perch to survey
the nests for speckled eggs the seagulls lay

Highly intelligent amongst their peers
Approximate life span of thirteen years


Details | Couplet | |

Humming Birds

Humming Birds

My humming bird happens to be annoyed
And feeder have found him trying to avoid
While one will try to fight off the other
Not sure which one is a sister or brother.

Competition between humming birds is keen
From another can't tell difference between
With there sharp beaks pointing and jabbing
Is it possible each other they could be stabbing?

Spring and summer started turning into fall
And I can still hear all of nature trying to call
But as the beleaguered feeder I still look upon
Humming birds headed south and are all gone. 

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran


Details | I do not know? | |

The Butterfly Tree

She frolics on an autumn day
running wild through a blood red glen
the leaves on her train leap up and dance
swirling around her as she sings
softly
to a bird in her hand:
she sings of the butterfly tree.

The bird leaps up
he spreads his wings—
he sours through the fall foliage,
up , up,
to the blue sky beyond
where he warbles upon breeze
lovingly
to the crimson sun:
he warbles of the butterfly tree.

The sun turns away 
to shine among the dark
he courts the quiet shade
chasing away the silver moon
who hides beneath a laughing brook
he flirts among the dappled light
as the world begins to whisper
loudly
to the silver shadow ‘neath the brook:
it whispers of the butterfly tree


Details | Couplet | |

What A Whipporwill Was For

What A Whipporwill Was For



To me the nightness seemed so still

Only sound I heard was a single whippoorwill

And such a mournful sound it truly was

Soft one he makes like he always does.



Night's darkness is full of nothing at all

Yet still exists that of a whippoorwill call

Faintly, fleeting somewhere far away

Which does disappear again by next day.



Without a whippoorwill what would we do?

If God whispered to me and then I knew

Saying what a whippoorwill was really for

Would ask Him for me to make many more.


Details | Narrative | |

Simple Dream

I dream of such simple things
Such as birds and their wings
With the curves of each feather
And how they become weathered

I see the birds flying with wings a flapping
I understand how wings operate with no gapping
With push of a second the bird is in the air
This is how birds fly in the air with no care   

The birds in the air with freedom in their wings to fly out of trouble
Is how the bird feel with the wind pushing them up with force doubled
I get a happy when I see a bird fly
And I wish to be by their side so I give a sigh


Details | Free verse | |

Swifts

The sky `s their scene
Banquet theirs in blue
Swerving arcs of black serene,
Black shrapnel of an angel`s song.

A dance of life itself
Relentless unremitting
Screaming songs of joy.

All creatures great and small.
Small nothings leading us to awe.


Details | Couplet | |

Mockingbird Milling Around

Mockingbird Milling Around

Had heard a mockingbird milling around
Who was making such a melodious sound;
Looked line one I had seen in a library book
And had been beside a beautiful brook.

A while for him would often have waited
And seemed so sleepy like he was sedated
Before bursting forth with an abundant sound
Which was enough to make your heart pound.

Can you imagine mockingbird in a library
Maybe it actually might be a canary
Who loved singing such a splendid song
And even continue to do it all day long.

No one would I ever want to offend
But think they are starting a new trend;
No matter how bad wind had been blowing
Near my library great full moon is glowing.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
Continuation of poems for a library series.


Details | I do not know? | |

If We Stop to See

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

The Note

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Ode | |

An Ode to the Birds and the Bees

So happy I am for the Birds and the Bees,
who rustle and bumble all for our ease.
Nestled so sweetly in their nectar and honey,
no my dear, it is not for the money.

They garden the flowers and live in the trees,
so happy I am for the buzzing of bees.
As my head lay heavy on this pillow,
my ears perk to the chirping of robins outside my window.

I am gleeful as I listen to their joyous hymn
that I begin to hum along on a whim.
The dawn chorus was most superb that day,
if work didn’t beckon me, I wouldn’t have whisked away.

Beautiful blossoms capture my stare,
iris here, lily there, hydrangea’s everywhere.
When I ask who shepherds them, easily they reply
“the bumble bees nearby, often do supply
pollen with their feet, ‘tis really quite so neat!”


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The herons fly

As he spreads his wings
The wind flutters the feathers
Against a heron-dotted sky
Of deepest dark
A strong wind to fly
As granite boulders blackly rumble
Deepest voice as raindrops tumble
Down towards
The heron’s crown
The fields ablaze
With electric haze
And an ozone stench spices
As volts and death splices
The scene into a triptych 


Details | Free verse | |

The Caracaras and The Carafe

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



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


Details | I do not know? | |

Bird of Pain

As I fly with no sound across the earth
I see all with no judgement except for birth
through the mist of the ocean insanity dwells
as the lifeless bodies propel to hell
For I am nothing but a bird or so you think
Without me chaos would reign and the angels would blink
Thank you pain, for without you nothing would gain
I feel shame, thank you pain once again
Without you I not tell what I see
Could it be you respect me?
I find that hard to believe
Im not holy, nor a savior, all I do is retrieve,
Once you die, you will envy me as I see what I see
You will beg for forgiveness but it is too late
You have now become part of natures sympathetic bait
when the time has come I hope that you will see what I see
then you will realize "damn, that bird was me"
Thank you pain, I see what you see


Details | Free verse | |

Oasis in the city

Black painted steel gates as you enter the premises 
Trees brought in from all over the world 
laid here on this land unfurled 
Gardens like heavens before me 
Many a funnel spoken by priests  
here in this quiet place for the deceased

Small walkways lined with stones names to me all unknown 
Filled with history and majestic and silent mystery 
Quaint roads are listed by name 
No two are the same 
Paradise indeed, marvelous bushes and shrubs 
It has be noted there are many bird clubs 
that venture here
 
Some buried with ponds on their plot 
Numerous bird species flock to this place 
A haven for people with names and no faces 
Tranquil water gardens trimmed with flowers 
Many people come here to walk for hours

A church stands right near the entrance
It’s medieval in appearance  
One hundred and seventy five acres of  
 Victorian-era contemporary gardens 
from natural woodlands to formal ornamental spaces.
A beauty here that truly embraces  
The Cemetery is widely known for its meticulous maintenance
And its charm of acquaintance 



(This is a historical place in Cambridge Massachusetts founded in 1831) 


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight, Midmorn


Pleasurably aimless,
    this unhurried walk
        around midnight
           through softly undulating,
               dark-green landscape
                   of mist-moistened
                       late summer grass;

                                from a far-off bough
                                    the winds carry away
                                        the chirping
                                            of what may have been
                                                the first wakeful bird 
                                                    of dawn, or the last 
                                                        drowsy bird of the night!


Details | Free verse | |

Rebellious Wind

I've been tugged at
by rebellious wind today
it whispered political things
I couldn't grasp
pushing me over cliffs
then helping me to fly!

A bird went to hide
off in the protected zone
but my presence scared him
into the light
he was white
with a yellow streak
down his back
glistening in the sun
feathers ruffled
for sure.

That wind!
It tugged at my heart
almost toppling me over
though I am sure footed.

The bird was sure footed also
though maybe too nervous to fly.

I longed to see its wings.

Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


Details | Ballad | |

IF A BIRD SHALL FALL

If a bird shall fall... 
Where will it go? 
It cannot call... 
It cannot glow 

If a bird shall fall... 
in a clear sky 
I will hold it to my breast 
Breathe into its' soul 
and let it go 
Let it fly......... 
To find its' nest 

If a bird shall fall.... 
in the acres of your mind 
Hold it tight 
and you will find.... 
With a soft gentle blow 
It will fly into the light 
Your hands.... 
Traced with golden glow 

If a bird shall fall... 
Bring it to me 
For, a soft gentle blow 
and I will set it free 

If a bird shall fall... 
on to the ground 
Hush! 
Hear the sound.... 
A gentle blow... 
Bird all aglow 
Beating heart........ 
Beating wings........ 
Little bird sings........ 

If a bird shall fall... 
Pick it up in no time at all 
Blow on a heart so still... 
Until... 
The wings glow 
and with a soft kiss 
Let it go 


Details | Rhyme | |

Attitude

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


Details | Free verse | |

JOY

JOY 

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


Details | Free verse | |

Somewhere in the Distance

    A forest stands
at the far end
           of the valley
of unreality
     The leaves are 
blown by an autumn breeze
        let the wind do its work
               we walk down 
the path 
      and see the brillant 
colors in the distance 
           someday we'll 
return home
       but for the present 
we will just enjoy 
   what we can
there is so little time
    to waste
We must make haste!
   Somewhere in the 
distance
     a bird is winging 
its way
     to it's nest 
We are strangers in 
    this land  
       and must close 
the curtain
      all too soon
Somewhere in the distance
the small bird is 
returning home
    It's out of sight 
now 
    but we have seen 
it fly
    We're not birds
but our spirits can 
    soar