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Passion Bird Poems | Bird Poems About Passion

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While You Sleep

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

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.




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 | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

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 | |

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 | Ballade | |

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 | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

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

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Epyllion | |

A PHEONIX IN HER HEART

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

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


For Sami Al-Khalili's contest

  


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


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

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

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

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

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

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | Free verse | |

Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime


If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 

Misery.............................


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Cat loved a Parakeet

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Walk

It was a long walk, with time heeling at my shadow. 
(and somewhere miles away the garage door closed, and the exhaust flowed,
and a small dog died in her limp arms)
I was friendly with God. Only with small trepidation did I drink from the sordid 
chalice, minutes before, and decided that a walk, skip and a jump to nowhere is what I
needed the most. And so it was.

Block after block, stones in the pavement, the smell of creosote poles.
Delicate foil wrappers, industrial petals, She loves me not, she loves....
Sidetrack with backpack, it doesn't matter. I don't care. 
I'll be there when I damn well find myself somewhere. Which is where 
the trees grow bright, and the birds flit without flapping.
And the water forms misty and bejeweled, laying my mind out flat
like steam would fine linen. then I will sit and breath with an "e". You bet.

But first a small lap in a languid pool of solace, a tip toe through the forest afire with
colors borrowed from alien hands, a taste of spring time cum. Let me wallow.
God, friend, let me wallow in your mess of beauty, before I call it something.
Let me roll around like a goddamn dog. I want to itch and draw forth honey from my veins.
I want to suck sap bleeding from the tree, and dine on the lost sound of the whippoorwill. 
God, let me die a small death of beauty, and be reborn in an orgasm of **** all get out!
No qualms. Buddy. I love your work. It looks like you ****ed yourself a good one. 
And what came was all this edible goodness. Like Dali, I want to eat it. All. 

Now, like I promised you, I'll give back. I'll play your hypnotic song 
and sing to your soiled minions. I'll take heed in your loving whispers 
and open up my heart for your midnight snack. I'll clean up your moonspill
and read to you that silly book of yours, the one about the golden rule
and those twelve dudes. (Sorry God, not my cup of tea). 
Draw a bath for your daughters, and draw back the bow for your sons, and ready the bed for Venus.
Sit back and relax, ol buddy, I'll do the best that I can
then I'll grow tired 
and fertilize
your garden.

Oh. Now I can breathe. The song has left my lips for now.
I walked myself into a lovely stupor, and you showed me
the rainbow. And I raised your worms.
I played your song, God.
(I hope that somehow, she heard it over the din of engine and whimper of dog)
I played that timeless song, or you played me.
Either way, it's still the day
that the trees grew bright with sun
and the birds flew without flapping.


Details | Free verse | |

Three Carol Brown

Carol Brown
Today you are crown
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
 And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
If your shoe color is brown
Don’t give a damn
Carol Brown
Don’t give a damn
If your shoe color is brown
And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Today you are crown
Carol Brown

N.B. Read this poem non-stop and enjoy it.  Dedicated to Carol Brown, I feel she is a rare gem Poetic and passionate. What shape is the poem?


Details | Free verse | |

A Little Girl's Peacock

A Little Girl’s Peacock

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


Details | Free verse | |

The march of the penguins

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


 


Details | Senryu | |

Song Bird

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A letter for you(2)

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


Details | Lyric | |

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

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.


Details | Verse | |

Pressing On

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

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






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


Details | Free verse | |

Taking Wing

Taking Wing

Written by David 

I’m thankful everyday to have you by my side…there is no need to hide…I’m going along with the ride

I lived on the edge for too long now…
I will rise from the ashes one way or another
I can’t pretend that everything will be a sundae with a cherry on top 
No one is available to listen to me once more…

I was once a bird, taking wing and having so much fun…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

My guardian angel of light; shimmer anew with all of your perpetual might

So I sit down and pout and jot down everything that’s on my mind
Lies chased me down…this road of frustration 
And I’m falling away into the black hole of my nightmares
I believed in you and you put me down…

Caged for no apparent reason…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

I look up to you and I admire your halo, hovering around your head gaily and vibrantly…do you still abide – 

I’m shattered…and I’m in disbelief…
You disappointed me with your wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing words
I’m scared and in anguish…I need some relief
Right now… I feel like I’m in captivity, freaking out like a thousand birds…

I was once a bird, taking wing and then you shot me down with your negativity and your discouragement of plenty…but I kept on biting the bullets, so put down that gun…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

D-do you still abide in the light or are you a fallen angel who fell victim to the lusts of midnight?