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Details | Free verse | |

- A Bird Sings Only When It Is Happy -

  



A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy

I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze 

Falling slowly like a ripe apple 
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven

Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep

It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return

My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream 





Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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.

Copyright © Patrica Bowen Salyers | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme | |

I t Was One of Those Mornings

Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet
On that passionate morning we could not meet
         Little did I understand then
         I would soon be crestfallen
Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street
Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved


The other day when you poured me pink and warm
Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm
           From your purple front door
           To my restless slight shore
My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred
The south wind was back together with its pretty bird
________________________________________________
March 9, 2016 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

EAGLE OWL ON A SWING

Nocturnal creature signals calm A tender night that's sure to bring, The rising scent of dew-laced balm Where Eagle Owl reels on a swing . I listen how it hoots again Through silhouettes of moonlit trees; From leafy spades along the lane To pivot ‘round in looped trapeze. Eyes ebon guard the sky homeward, Breaking the dark with hushed effect In changing flight, more than a bird As feathers sweep like ruffles flexed. A sight that in my mind I lock Till night unwraps light dusky shawl, While I am charmed by whispered gawk Sweet hooter trills, pervading all. Night Owl Contest, Kelly Deschler

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Birds

They come to greet me each day. They let me know everything is all right. They flutter and peck at my window. They tell me I am loved. They let me know they care. Funny, how I never noticed before. Funny still, I notice now. The birds are signs from God. And, that is a good thing. They are HIS love for me and me for HIM.

Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015

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

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick | |

Sobbin Robin

Posted on 8/20/2013
Updated 8/21/2013

Sobbin’ Robin kept hoppin’ around.
His beak in a downward frown.
First time out of the nest
Unsure of his Baby Bird Quest
His meek chirping was his only sound.

Sobbin’ Robin was too scared to fly.
So scared that he didn’t even try.
He chirped out a loud sigh
That shifted the sky
And a breeze stopped his next chirpy cry.

Unknown to Scared Sobbin’ Robin
Was that Mother Nature kept him hoppin’
When the wind caught his wings
He started to sing
And now flies with birds sans any sobbin'.

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2013

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…

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

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.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Clipped Wings

Clipped Wings

An icy salt spray begins to tarnish my feathers,
The salt is corroding. 
That salt. It’s ingesting my plume, diluting true meaning
Teal turned navy. Crimson now brown.

I had keen pearlescent eyes,
Now clouded, they see nothing, nothing at all.
I can't even step foot behind the silver mirror; it's broken.
Shattered.

Shards of thick glass tease, reflecting,
Me.
I’m falling on the other side, no one’s there to catch,
I’ll just be a mess on the floor. A sad grey reflection.

I hid for a while, from the salt.
But I just knew that shelter
Wasn’t for me.
It wasn’t my home.

Tearing. 
Splitting.
Moaning.
Begging.

Cold, salty concrete scraped my dignity away.
It tore my skin, left dirt in my bleeding feathers.
So again I hid. Not from the salt, I can’t hide from the salt.
I’m hiding from me.

I’m hiding from the reflection I can still see.
I chose to linger. I chose this. I didn’t choose this.
I watch as she stretches her magnificent wings wide, takes flight, 
Ascending, dancing gaily between wisps of pure white.

I search the bare sky, salt is still in the breeze,
Taunting me; try fly with tarnished feathers.
But glinting, I see the green trees on an endless horizon
They are not a reflection, I tell myself.

So I stretch my broken wings and timidly I take flight, 
Away from the salt, back towards myself under a silver moonlight.

Copyright © Victoria Wood | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Swan Lake


                                Engineless she lands
                                Late sun ripples indigo
                                Solo Proud lake swan


 


                                                 © Shane Cogan, September 2013 

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cinquain | |

White Bird

Bird
White feathered
High it flies
Beautiful view of harmony
It chirps...

Copyright © Ahmed Rashwan | Year Posted 2008

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

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku | |

Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Pigeons And Falcon

            Pigeons And Falcon

Thousands of pigeons flock to the Vatican
They are not there for Sunday Mass and prayer
But to perform aerial acrobatics
And to produce droppings from up there
Feathers follow them in the air on hot dry currents
Unpleasant summertime aromas fill St. Peter’s square
People speaking a multitude of languages stare in amazement
Follow the waves and movements of the birds in flight
And think of pigeons as nasty filthy creatures
(in their respective dialects of course)
They seek God in all His perfections and dwell on nature as they reflect  
But that is not manna falling from the heavens on arms and hair
Bird droppings fall everywhere
Enter, the noble falcon on the scene
Hungry and hunting for something delicious to eat
Like an angel or saint swooping down on a golden band of light
Pigeons act purely on reflex as they take flight
Without lofty thoughts or motives
Their brains are oh so tiny and miniscule
Not wired like that
Falcon will educate them anyway
Enforce the rules of God and nature
2 Our Father’s, 3 Hail Mary’s and a good act of contrition
Are not required as penance for their sins  
They are expelled from this paradise for dropping in
Pigeons simply don’t understand religion

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

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

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Hard To Be An Eagle

THE BIRDS ARE QUITE A SIGHT TO SEE IT TELLS YOU MANY THINGS
OF HOW THE WEATHERS COMING AND WHAT THE SEASON BRINGS
BUT THE BIRD I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS HIGH ABOVE THE REST
AND  IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

AN EAGLE IS A MAGNIFICENT BIRD WITH A VERY LARGE WINGSPAN
AND WITH HIS SHARPENED EYESIGHT HE SEE'S MILES ACROSS THE LAND
HE REPRESENTS OUR FREEDOM AS HE SOARS ABOVE THE REST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

THE TURKEY IS A DUMB BIRD THAT WILL FOLLOW YOU AROUND
THEN RUN AWAY SO QUICKLY AT EVERY NOISEY SOUND
THEY PECK AWAY AT BRIGHT THINGS AND AT EACH OTHER TOO
THEY NEVER KNOW WHICH WAY TO GO OR WHAT THEY WANT TO DO

THEY ARE HAPPY WITH JUST BEING HUDDLED WITH THE REST
IT SO HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST
BUT I KNOW THAT GOD HAS CALLED ME AND HE'S PUT ME TO THE TEST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE A TURKEY WHEN YOUR IN AN EAGLES NEST.

Copyright © SANDRA MATHEWS | Year Posted 2009

Details | Blank verse | |

Messenger Of Love

For the one I love, 
Whom I feel was sent from above.
With love I mail a few letters 
Tied around a dove’s tail feathers.
 
For the one I love, 
Whom I hope receives this dove.
With hope, I wait for a reply 
As my messenger flies across the sky.

For the one I love, 
Whom I believe was meant to be mine.
With sincerity I send words 
Meant to mend his lonely heart.
 
For the one I love, 
Whom awaits the descent of the messenger dove.
With patience I yearn 
For his loving words in return.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

Bear and the Mocking Bird

Should I? Could I? Would I?  The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast.
He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp.
But the current appeared too swift, for even a bear as strong as him.
Still, that salmon’s presence mocked him; he was dinner on the fin.
So as the bear lumbered out, a mocking bird suddenly began to mock…
“You’re going over the falls in one more step. Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“Didn’t your momma ever teach you even one simple little thing?”
Now, he had left home because his Momma had always told him what to do.
So he turned to the bird and growled… “Why should I listen to you?”
The bird mocked back… “Because you don’t stop and think things thru.”
Then, at that point the bear slipped, and almost went over the falls, it’s true! 
He heard the bird mock, “Stop! Think! Think! Stop! Listen, you lumbering brute!”
Angrily and begrudgingly, he admitted the bird was right: a plan was due.
So with a branch he sent the salmon down to the bottom of the falls below.
Then, later with dinner replete, it was now time for dessert to bestow.
So he decided to visit the berry farmer and plunder most of his crop.
Again the mocking bird hollered at him. “Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
“The farmer has a dog and gun! If you destroy his summers’ crop…”
“A bearskin rug will be your fate. So Stop! Think! Think! Stop!”
After 3 or 4 more times at mocking… The bear finally gave in… 
For each time he had mocked him… He had also saved his life, again…
Since he had left momma behind, he now realized that he had done nothing right.
And though they were both rough, tough, loners: they still became strangely tight.
So in the end, they became fast friends, with each one helping the other out…

The moral to my story is: there’s a friend that can understand anyone, even you.
Friends don’t have to be beautiful or popular to be true and help you thru.
They are all very precious and none should be thrown away.  
For you’ll need all their understanding to help: see you on your way.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Ocarina Steps

He meets my troubled eyes with fervor in his stare
Probing for a way inside

I gaze along the fleeting horizon at the magnificent azure skyline
The petals of the flowers clinging to my skin as I realize its beauty
My eyes, tearing, find the wonder dying away
And my soul sinks

The last sigh of the day reaches the pool of dianthus
My hands remain in the cool waters, soothing my impatience
The sweet flowers blend with the fresh scent of the rainwater,
Easing a heart otherwise bursting

He draws the ocarina to his lips,
A sun conure perched on his shoulder
His fingers skillfully shift, as the song carries on
The night delightfully listens
The frogs and crickets join in

I sing lightly, 
And he smiles, 
For just as I draw breath and sing,
The sun conure takes flight
Finally ready to embark the heavens

When our song is finished,
We join hands and walk along the darkened path
Clinging flowers in our stride
There is no more waiting, for our journey has long begun

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

It's All So Wonderful

Villanelle

It’s All So Wonderful

I love my life, Oh, how I love it all
I see the God of love in everything
Oh, I love beauty, it’s so wonderful

I love birds; I love to see the rainfall
The flowers, and the trees, such joy they bring
I love my life, oh, how I love it all

I love my life, oh, how I love it all
I love the winter, and the summer too
I really love the spring, adore the fall

The power how she loves my soul to call
When morning sun she does always shine through
I love this life, oh, how I love it all

I love this life, oh, how I love it all
I love it how the trees dance with the breeze
I love it how these trees they grow so tall

I love a thunderstorm they’re beautiful
Oh, how it makes my heart feel so at ease
To watch those lightning flashes as rain falls
I love this life, Oh, how I love it all

24 June 2015


Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

Ladybird

Gentle wisp of air
Flutter the ladybird's wings
Spring beckons, raindrops

Copyright © Denise Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Just Before Summertime

She wants that feel of summertime
When everything seems to rhyme

A courageous bird sailing over the mountains
Rivers,waterfalls,subsidizing fountains

A bud in the morning, delicate flower by evening
An ever so perpetual meaning

Swallowed up the sunshine
You've never felt so divine

The breeze gently playing with your hair
Dancing in the tall grass, completely bare

We found the treasure, but it needs a key
Quite possibly it's the love from you and me

We will never reach our peak
Always something new to seek

-Cody T. Nitz

Copyright © Cody Nitz | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Days at sea

Come to me my brightest sun and shut your eyes and go to sleep
For now the time has come for dreams and shiny stars the father weeps
 your mother moon the mountain tops shall feel her soft embrace 
and time and space and clover fields will rest upon her wake
There is no place too far away and not to near you see, that darkness cannot carry out the
odes that ought to be
O silentest of the messengers that meet amongst the reeds 
to a billion strands of darkness travel hastily bringing dreams

Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse | |

Two Little Boys And One Tiny Bird

I am eight years old, my friend is ten,
the sky is billions and azure blue,
we are walking to St Bees and the beach, when,
suddenly a skylark soars piping his tune so true.
We watch and listen as the tiny bird,
in undulating flight trills his lovely song,
it is like nothing else that we have ever heard,
and he keeps singing for joy as we continue along
the narrow country lane down to the sea,
where all day we'll explore the rocky shore and weedy fronds,
knowing that there will doubtless be,
myriads of strange creatures in their salty ponds.

I am fifty seven, my friend is fifty nine,
his health is not so good, but he battles on,
myself, I am feeling mostly fine,
although the best years have now gone.
The sky is billions and a bit, and sometimes it is blue,
and as I drive along the still narrow lane
towards St Bees where skylarks once flew,
the only thing flying in the sky is a tiny silver plane,
and the only sounds come from engine noise, and BBC Radio Two.

Down on the beach the rocky pools and seaweed fronds,
all are clearly still there,
but there are not so many animals in their salty ponds,
did they just vanish into thin air?
Or is it perhaps that I can no longer see,
through these older, more tired eyes,
the same things I saw when I was young and free,
when with every day I would unwrap a new surprise?

Copyright © Tom Higgins | Year Posted 2012

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In My Life - Quit Whistling the Blues, You Mockingbird

I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness Stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with your might your marvelous tunes of accord and faithfulness! I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.9: My heart bled with grief from the inside When I saw you, grief-stricken by the death of your friend My heart beats for you alone – you were always by my side Be sad and distressed no more – I will love you, even in the end My heart beat’s beating for you – you are such a thrill My heart aches for your love My heart thumps with victory and marvel I’m mesmerized by the mere sight of you – you’re as gracious and elegant as an angel above *chorus* I won’t give credit to myself for saving you from the flames of abominable, taunting fate – I want to say that I’ve unchained you from the death’s snare But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal the truth of what I feel for you deep inside In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary cave In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave I was caved in by the cravings of my heart The darkness once ripped me apart But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad past Fear doesn’t exist here Get a grip on the rope of hope All anxieties are gone We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great, delight-illuminated dawn I’ll love you until my life is no more I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.10: We welcome the dawn with open arms – it will do you no harm Greet all positive, good news with happiness You are my lucky charms, my love – your hands are so, so warm Stop singing the blues…stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with pure gladness Quit making us quarrel with madness!

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2012