Bird Star Poems | Bird Poems About Star
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She's a golden bird with wings afire, like an eagle she appears
Her age be often very great some say one hundred years.
At death she builds her funeral pyre and puts herself to flame
But she will rise above the fire and she will live again.
This mighty bird rules Scorpio, a deep and mystic sign
Which births those brooding types of folk with questions on their mind.
Who's lives be ruled by transformation, who must rise above the fire
Yes Scorpios be here on earth to rise above desire.
It starts off with the Scorpion, boy she knows how to sting
She hides herself in icy water, to desires she will cling.
And she must grow into an eagle and fly high in the sky
She must peel away the onion layers and learn before she dies.
And then her golden feathers, come ablaze with orange fire
And the Phoenix bird she will rise up above those bold desires.
The fiery eagle will build her pyre and put herself to flames
This be the song of transformation, when life's no more the same.
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.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
To rest awhile
In my Moondust’s arms
In a meadow of flowers
A shady tree
Watching her smile
I wove star flowers
In to her hair
She wove me into her heart
Never such love, so rare
In a meadow of flowers
We talked and sang
Until the sun set low
Fires lit, in reds and golds
Of loves’ glow
In blue wool
and silver stars
Amongst its’ folds
The first bird called to me
I looked up
Saw the first morning star
Across the meadow
Above the trees
The early light
Caught the flash
Of the birds’ wing in flight
I woke my Moondust
Across the meadow
Is the way
The bird showed me
In its’ flight
Guiding us today
We walked through
The flowers of the meadow
Moondusts’ horse followed behind
In that early sunglow
The rush of water could be heard from afar
The meadow ended too soon
The stream could be soon
The Bridge of the Morning Star
Of ancient oak tree
Carved with magical hands
Its’ trusses carved with birds
On each rail, silver stars were inlaid
A beautiful canopy of redwood
Completed this crossing
Carved on it, ancient words
“The Morning Star”
of The Morning Star
As soon as the sun rose
Like The Morning Star
The bridge faded too
In the coming of daylight
PRINCE OF SWEET SONGS
"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)
The prince showed up in the terrace
Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star
The prince called his lyricist and a hangman
I did not plan,
To meet and fall,
In Love with You!
It Just Happened!
As some things do.
What can I say?
I do not regret,
nor will I fret,
I kind of know.
I guess that you,
don't feel the way I do.
I will always love you.
No matter what.
You do or say.
I can not help it.
Nor would I.
I will just view You.
like gazing at,
And pray and wait,
that you are.
The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun
The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky
Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness
He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move
As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape
The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley
God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time
My time on the porch