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Dancing Bird - with video link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU   Dancing Bird


Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window, 
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion 
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him. 
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.  

Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.  
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony. 
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before.  I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin 
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons. 

Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.

Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet | |

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

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

CONCEITED BIRD

arrogant and proud nothing ruffles his feathers train of eyes watching *The peacock’s tail is known as a train Jan Allison 8th April 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Sunrise Breaks on a Morning Camp

It’s been a long day beneath hot sun,
with sunset looming and daylight done,
came across water with a stand of trees,
deep in shadow with a zephyr breeze;
a perfect place to camp for the night, 
joined by galahs in the fading light,
with swag rolled out near a cooking fire,
heating up a damper and then retire.

Stars like crystal light the outback sky,
way out here they don’t seem so high,
Dingoes howl beyond a red sand dune, 
a mopoke hoots ‘neath a silver moon.
And through the night as I try to sleep,
the night feeders either call or creep,
could there be a pig or a kangaroo?
maybe a camel or an old emu.

Sunrise breaks on my morning camp,
The sky is lemon and leaves are damp.
I poke the ash and I grass the fire,
add kindling and the flames reach higher.
I hear the call of a warbling wren,
a butcherbird and a water hen.
There’s nothing better than bird song,
by a campfire near a billabong.

The billy boils for a cup of tea,
bacon and eggs sit upon my knee,
already the thermals are in the sky,
a wedge-tailed eagle is soaring high…
passing by with babbling words,
is a feeding  family of apostle birds,
all quite content to stop for a chat,
as long as I feed them bacon fat.

Sunrise has lifted on my morning camp,
the suns’ in the sky, now nothing damp, 
I roll my swag and I douse the fire,
with the campsite left as it was prior
for the budgerigar and the cockatoo,
or a flock of redrumps passing through.
I won’t see them for I’m on my way;
perhaps next year on another day.

Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

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. .

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ekphrasis | |

- NATURE'S PSALMS - 1

NATURE'S PSALMS

Is Beethoven's ensemble fairer than nature's psalms?
Amidst a crowning sun: ears and eyes are drugged,
drenched with tender notes, orchestrated by greens,
inhale deep, the aromatic blossoms from the vine

with their lilting swell, brushed shades of fine wine.
Listen, listen to the sudden leap, the vibrato of bird song
or the raucous winds rubbing against house-corners
and the blithering brook carrying tales of who?

As you walk attuned to the crunch of the brown foliage.
When the cobalt skies turn to ash - gray mode,
hear heaven's vault lament, drizzling sobs to loud weeps
when day's face in angst pout or blush beside the beloved.

Feel your feet push or pull deluged by the liquid fingers
of the sea; in whites, they murmur ripples. They tremble
and stir, savor the flavor, a brief interlude:

Nature's power: tones, sharps, curls, pants. It slants
aiming to reach a rest upon blues of sky at its zenith,
The darting patterns curves, verves are diapered
wanting to delight, to wonder, to shock, to soothe.
__________________________________________________________________
~~~Inspired by the painting: Blue and Green Music by Georgia O'Keeffe 1921

*** I am always glad to be taunted by learning drive with you Debbie Guzzi,
thank you so much...

__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
6:06 pm, January 10, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

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

Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2013

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The Ostrich

A bird of grandiose stature, he struts the veld
do not anger him for his powerful kick
can main or even kill. Gently he watches
over his brood their mother left long ago.
It falls onto him to incubate their eggs.
  
Impressive wing span as he shades his chicks
from the relentless midday scorching sun.
Watch those long legs hammering away 
as he chases off  a rival who strays too close.

Yet for all his strength and size a pea of a brain
famous for hiding his head in the sand 
as if it will make him invisible from sight,
he does look so weird bum stuck up in the air.  

Attracted by anything that glitters
he gobbles up all sorts of weird things.
Once tamed his joy is to run in races but rarely 
in a straight line as he veers here and there,
oft times leaving mayhem in his wake.

As dusk falls he gathers up his brood
and struts off into the setting sun
his life is really quite a simple one 
with freedom to roam the sunlit veld.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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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’

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cinquain | |

White Peacock, Visual 2

White Peacock, Visual 2
Snow-white beauty unfurls embroidered silk plumage, fashioned by fingertips of the Divine.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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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

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

The Morning Sun Speaks

The Morning Sun Speaks


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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse | |

Great Blue Heron


Great Blue Heron

Oh Great Blue Heron found along our shores,
Your stately presence in the water shows
A setting so sublime in quiet marsh
Where flowing grasses sway in gentle breeze,
And water ripples glisten in the sun…
Untamed and free, you follow nature’s way.

Alone you stand, majestic bird, with feet
In water flow, your lifeline to survive…
So motionless, you seem unreal indeed,
While listening for prey beneath, aware
The frogs and fish lay victim to your strike
From agile neck and snapping hungry beak.

What are you thinking in your vigilance
While tuning in for movement near your feet?
Are you envisioning that special prey
That might be sustenance for you today?
What lurks behind your eyes, intent and still,
While you await your chance to make the kill.

Untamed and free, you follow nature’s way
Where flowing grasses sway in gentle breeze,
And water ripples glisten in the sun…
A setting so sublime in quiet marsh…
Your stately presence in this water shows
You are the Great Blue Heron of our land.


Sandra M. Haight

~11th Place~
Contest: For The Birds
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 11/22/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree

Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree



 Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
 of ravishing sunshine in late June
 Graced by soft breeze to give a thrill
 among the junipers on lakeside hill

 I stop my journey into Nature's treat
 to breathe in this melody so sweet
 Well trodden path leads me on down
 into a wilderness far, far from town

 Birds fly and scared rabbits race away
 as if I did not also come just to play
 Hawk flying low gives me a great view
 offering acrobatic stunts right on cue

 Fish flopping in clear flowing stream 
 day so wonderful, feels like a dream
 As the large blue lake comes into view
 afternoon sun tells me time really flew

 Now to rest under my favorite old tree
 a bit of good food and a nap is key
 Then back up the path to my sweet home
 God, it is so great to thru Nature roam!

 Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | 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:-)

Copyright © Arild Andresen Ertsland | Year Posted 2012

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Nightingale



Where twilight songs search of beauty like syllables broke apart I count each step to find your heart where velvet words resonate and azure moonlight softly hangs in brushed hues of melody.. _________________________ Poet ~ Rick Parise Contest ~ NIGHT CREATURES Muse ~ Nightingale #5 1/17/2015

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Ajeyemi Wasiu Ajewumi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

I Am a Humming Bird


I Am a Humming Bird

So small I am, a wonder of the skies,
With wings of breathless speed I gently land
Upon bright blossoms where I find the prize
That offers me my sustenance as planned.

Oh sweetest nectar, joy of life, I find,
Among the fields in bushes, plants and trees,
In opened buds is happiness confined
To be extracted with my expertise.

I, humming bird, so small in the grand scheme,
Do make my mark in nature’s simple ways,
To use my energy, fulfill my dream
And capture joy—with nectar live my days.

Among Earth’s sweetest blooms I am complete
Where nature offers gifts of nectar sweet.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~4th Place~
Contest: Picture Yourself As A Bird
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 05/23/2015

Humming Bird – Meaning: Joy, Nectar of Life


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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sijo | |

Commitment

Commitment is the life of doves; they never stray apart. Unlike humans, their oneness has meaning enough to bind them. Forever till death, they mate; accomplishing more than humans.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

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White Bird

Elegant snowy 
Plumage pristine
Pale arched neck 
From dew drops gleam
Feathers like ancient 
Intricate lace
Silently gliding; 
Tiny purls cross the water’s face
Velvet warmth hovers 
Within hidden down
Delicate head poised 
With an invisible crown
Vast powerful wings 
Unfold and unfurl
Testing the morning air 
As cool waters swirl
About your buoyant graceful frame
Timeless sweet symphony 
Reflected in one refrain

Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2006

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Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents

Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents


The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Beavers are busy preparing for winter's wrath
And squirrels find and then store more nuts
Black bear silently walks its well trod path
Still yard-bound, the beautiful peacock struts.

Ravenous weasel scurries about seeking food
Secure in its defense the skunk moves about
Forest humming in this peaceful, serene mood
Valley below, farmers work bringing crops out.

In tallest pine on highest ridge eagle sees
All of man's activities so far down below
Now soaring in clouds above forested trees
Majestic high flying image puts on a show.

The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-18-2015
Note-  Not written for any contest. 
Written for the joy and pleasure in the writing and presentation only.
And because my relentlessly tough and stubborn Muse beat me into abandoning my new long poem on Hell's fires to bang this one on out. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.

Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2011

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.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose | |

Black Birds Gather

Black birds gather....early in the morning....scooping up sunshine and singing to announce a new day....

Wings flapping in rapid succession....like  waves of splendor....enthusiasm galore!

Black birds gather...my heart flutters a new beat...a tempo like none other...like the shininess of soft piano keys...your passion to sing enlightens me

Oh how I wish I could sing at the first shards of sunlight....how I wish I could fly around from tree top to tree top ushering in the new opportunity

I will do my best to do the same thing right down here with my mug of hot coffee!

How I love the NEW DAY!


g.rix
1-8-15

Copyright © Gwendolen Rix | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme | |

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

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

HOMEWARD BOUND HAIKU

Canadian geese shadows in southern sunset winter vacation Jan Allison 13th September 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Flight of the Eagle

At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly  ascending,  from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven

Gliding with ease is the shape of an eagle
swooping on wings that have lifted my soul
Reverently regal,  the rare golden eagle 
flies overhead while leaving its shadow

Scouting the timber for one special tree
it circles the forest, so high, in the pines 
Far in the branches,  limbs cradle her nest
She'll pause for a rest, where her fledglings will feed
safe from the bite, of the darkest of night

Deep from abyss of the narrowest canyons,
she'll soar like a plane to the clouds in the sky
I close tight my eyes, and will dream I'm beside her
Far above treetops......I wish I could fly.
I'd look at the world,  in the softness of dawn
and wish for such peace, until my tears overcome


__________________________________________
10/2/15
Written for "Golden Eagle Contest" 
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015