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Details | Free verse | |

Sleep Amongst The Reeds

A prickly world envelopes 
The subtle Emerald skin, 
One so delicate as can be scorched
By an Irish morning sun. 
Low gulls crying overhead
Keep me idle amongst the reeds,
Eyes wide, sucking in the expanding blue, 
Sporadically streaked with white.
Rose dances with Ray 
Along the celestial path, and
A blushing glow is born.
Deep breaths. 
Salty air caresses and travels 
Down into a spongy soul.
Hand to cheek, a rose
Returns to blue, but Ray
Will forever twinkle around
The dusty pink until 
The crimson lakes again flourish.
The shriek of wings down the shore
Are now a distant echo. Lids heavy,
The siesta forcing me to sink
Further into the hot sands of the coast.
Light as a feather, eyes dimming,
I see it all as the tide chases me.
Through times of trouble she has guided;
In sadness, she did listen; once again
She draws closer and prepares to lead me
From the woes of the city, the faults of society, 
And into a world that is real: the salt of the earth.
I want to swim into unknown, bathe 
In the life of her vessel, and have the soothing
Waves wash over me and rid me of the false pretences.
But for now, I will listen to her: 
A soothing voice that one must never vex,
Swooshing in and sneaking out.
A light crash of waves against the rocks
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
The drama from days gone by
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Money and bills swooshing in
“To hell with those” sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swoosh—
Out!

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2015

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

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

I Envy the Birds

I envy the birds.
It’s hard to put to words,
the deprivation I feel,
amidst my ordeal,
in my role in higher society,
enduring the pangs of propriety.
The birds have not these cares.
Of tact they are unawares.
At will they can fly,
while I must wear my suit and tie.
Oh how there are no words,
For how I envy the birds.

Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet | |

Day of the Hummingbird

He comes in the garage and can't get out.
In an effort to help, we wave and shout. 
  
He ignores the door, flies to the ceiling. 
Attempts to guide just send him reeling.

A beautiful bird with deep ruby throat,
complimented by green iridescent coat.

Terror causes panic, he is in its clutch.
It is obvious we aren't helping him much.

All day he flies with nothing to eat,
inside the garage in sweltering heat.

We know, eventually, he will surely die.
At the end of day, he can no longer fly.

He finally gives up and falls to the floor
and lies there panting near the open door.

We are then able to end his grief.
Poor helpless bird, what a relief.

The children all bounce and clap with glee 
as we return him to a nearby tree.

In our human frenzy, sometimes we
gaze at the solution but fail to see.

Often, our struggle with self will end,
with a little help from a sympathetic friend.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

One bird doesn't make Spring

friends don't stop asking why i don't when for the words the will is lost when the price they give, don't cost but, pain and energy to the utmost and then they ask whether i would when for the rhyme i need a mood while here in the town life is crude no one knows, to live more if i could i need to give my pen a breath and on a paper ,i spit my wrath i need a feeling soft not math when you lost the blood it's death i need the moutain to be strong i need the fountain, oh , how i long ! i need to hear the twitter of bird in the deep woods, there, is my world the words don't come easy as before they hurt the head and the heart's sore they need a bird to twitter the rhyme and a soft breeze to tune a time if you have Spring here i don't sing if you have butterflies, here no wing if you have roses, i have thorns if yours sings, here my bird mourns it's not fair when fate is wrong and the pit with worms throng and the days for others are nights and the nights for them are darks to the world i say this word you don't have to be poet with word you have to be human with a feel if you don't have that, yourself* Kill*
To my friends with my regards to *Silent One* maiinly.

Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2016