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Creature In The Night

Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.

Written by: January 16th, 2015

Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES

This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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 | Rhyme | |


I spied a valley low Across the road from the cemetery A colobus monkey swinging by The trees of the valley Stood tall and forlorn Observing the crematorium Covered in light gray smoke As morning traffic streamed by Giraffe reached for the tallest bough And I thought I heard the leopards growl And by the road was a troop of baboons And people walked on by And a few yards away Was the army garrison And a regiment trooped on by And a sounder was grazing idly by As people walked on by Yes I spied a valley low Where life carried on slow Across the road from the cemetery Where footsteps were dull and hollow A funeral procession was going on Yes the trees of the vale Were tall and forlorn The sun hung high and lorn As were the clouds of dawn As I drove along that road Away from that valley low

Copyright © Marugu MO | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose | |

The Tiny Traveler

Adopted animals love their humans; 
show it in many ways.  
The tiniest pet, 
revels in the harmony of its time, 
with family.

Dinky was a special hamster; 
she lived a year beyond the normal life span.  
I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride.  
Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments 
from all who glimpsed her.

She searched for me, when I was at school; 
her knack for escaping the cage, 
kept me searching for her in the afternoons.  
I often found her, in my chest of drawers.

Of course, I found it odd, 
but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s…
Dinky was the best.

One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber, 
That tiny traveler made her way from,
one end of the house, to my bedroom.
I lay there, on that frosty eve,
reaming that I was outside in the rain; 
the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm.

In a moment of lucidity, 
Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws!  
I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays, 
I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy.  
A twitchy nose said it all…
”I found you!”
I moved her cage close by my bedside;
future escapes faded into history.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment

I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

- The Deep Forest -

                                You need to go far, farther, even farther
                                     Over small streams and tracks
                    The moon is distant, but can be glimpsed through the trees
                               A moose lifts his head, a beautiful antlers
                                               King of the forest
                                     Can smell the forest and wildlife
                                       The fox howling at the moon
                                              Echoes in the woods
                                           Two yellow glowing eyes
                                It is the owl which are on the night watch
                                     Hope that all mice are safely home
                                  The moon disappears behind the clouds
                                      Darkness falls, deep into the forest

A-L  Andresen :)

(5th in the contest)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

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into blue skies

   pink wings take flight

         ripples on the pond

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |



She-Tiger patiently watches,
 In shadows,
Dark concealing realm,
Green eyes pierce nights,
 Blackening shroud.
Ever weary, seeking motions,
Beware the bush itself seems,
 To come alive,
Beneath moonlights twilight mists,
Heavy foot steps cautiously,
Traveling along a carnalistic path,
Deaths servant stalks it's prey.
Revealing raw natures twisted fate,
In her flashing gaze, ageless,
 Wisdom lies,
This huntress most majestic.
Sleek jungle mistress, fearlessly,
Forgotten trails cutting,
 Edges unyielding,
Patrolling vast wilderness.
Drink deeply clear waters purity,
No other creature dares,
 Come near thee.
Forests chameleon, hidden,
Amongst bamboo thickets.
Camouflages golden blends,
 Are parted,
By divisions striped bands.
Feeding legacies future brood.
Crowns glorious jewels,
 Young cubs at play,
Learning life’s lessons to be,
Remembered someday.
Rough dull stones at first,
Finely polished y age,
One day they'll sparkle,
Under sunshine's rays.
Royalties queen, stands tall,
Upon prides rock,
Surveying an evergreen,


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Abecedarian | |


WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all? Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches. Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one full swallow of a child... Horrible! Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish! However, the tipped nightmare fuel incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous. Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy, killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs. Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all-- measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind! Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads, originally are found in South and Central America! Power and beauty quiets all his challengers when Percheron runs, runs fast in a horse race! Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning! Their claws can do some serious damage! Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox: vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea... Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs! Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years. Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths, zings we have are just their toys! ______________________________________________________________________ ***Source: and ***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat ==Sponsor Name: Broken Wings== =Contest Name: Trashed #2= ==6th place== O. E. Guillermo 2:49pm, September 04, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |


Beneath the illumination of the elliptical moon,
Within the cove of diamond bay, waves gently sway
Back and forth, under the oceans clarity of the big blue,
As the surfs foam and spray roll against the white sandy
Beaches beyond.
Hush the breeze whispers to the gulls above, hush, hush now,
Be still, for soon they will come, but these chatter snappers.
Refuse to yield in their battering’s scrawling, until the ocean
Itself-lashes out at them to be quiet.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.
Dancers on fins of grace, seemingly toe stepping on the
Waves in a delicate balance, just for a second of brilliance
Display, while others incline in a somersault acrobatic
Air assault, to pay homages respect to the magnificent
Ocean for its eternal beauty, and salvation's refuge.
These gray phantoms of the divine ethereal realm,
Born with purity’s heart of innocence, true creatures
Of light and love, shine in the diamond star dust of twilight.
Birthed within the quaking wake of the lords divining hands,
At the moments his voice rose, in the beginning of time itself,
Dividing the light from the darkness, the dolphin took its first
Air breath of life, and the Lord Almighty,
Smiled down upon his aquatic creation with warmth and love.
Perfections free falling divers, enchanting the human heart
With their graceful swiftness, stealth and intelligence.
The sailor’s guardians at sea, these vigilant sentinels of the
Briny depth, follows the surging storms hailing, and await
To assist in the deist hour of humanities greatest need.
Within their loving pod, the young are nurtured by devotions
Breasts of giving, no tender a mother can ever be found
Then she the dolphin, born from the grace of God himself.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs beneath the waves
Of clarity.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |


Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American mountain lion.
Known as the cougar.
Nature's solitary soldier, walks with
Silences stealth and predatory cunning.
Beneath the thickets underbrush,
The beast does savor, upon his preys weakness,
And relishes the hunt of engagement.
Secretive creature, an apex hunter,
Wearily observing, his natural habitats
Surroundings, this king
Survives by tooth and claw alone.
Once hunted to the brink of extinction,
At the hands of mankind, and greed's bounty.
Nobility's instinctual majesty, has reclaimed
His mighty throne, on the cliff tops high.
The cougar, represents a come backs promise,
We as American's shall leave none of our
Own behind, has recovered and announces
His arrival with a mighty roar.
In the heights forbidden realm, the big horn sheep,
Smacks his antlers against his reveling foe, 
It's soundings echo is heard for miles,
Abreast the whitening fallen snow,
But the great feline lord, has now returned,
To his ancestral territory, a shadow flash,
Of golden brown, a royal phantom to 
The art of war, clashing with basic instincts
Desire to survive.
Behold the pride stands tall, upon the
Red bands of freedom, nay liberation’s
Symbol soars above the lion's den,
Beneath the night's sky shines with
Old glory's stars hanging in beauty's favor,
We honor him, this the great American lion,
The Cougar.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen in Crystalline---Number 3

Frozen in his tracks, a white tail deer hesitates to crack the gilded grass
_________________________________ 11/21/14

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Hunter's Children Cry

He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees.

A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse.
His gun caressed the warmth of flannel sleeves.
The silent hunter, stalking, tiptoed near.
A golden-red meandered through the leaves.

The sun began to rise above the knoll.
It shone upon dark eyes; the gun rose high.
The pheasant flickered leaves; then, heard a crunch.
He recognized the scent; the man walked nigh.

Red feathers, brightly accented with gold,
Were ruffled as he took his fighting pose.
The cockerel next to man had no defense.
So, high above the trees the pheasant rose!

His hungry children waited back at home.
He rushed along the trail up to the crest.
The pheasant lost from view; his stomach growled.
The hunter and his gun had done their best.

At noon, the hunter rested on a log.
The water in his canteen, nearly dry,
No morsel did he eat as day grew long.
The stealthy man could hear his children’s cry.

December 1, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

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Leopards -Rhyming Haiku-

Sneak up on their prey very silent and deadly don't get in their way. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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In A Melting World

The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
            Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name Narwhal means one tooth and one horn,
      Narwhals are the subject of mythical tales, legend and lore.

Mottled white gray and black is their skin , so corpse-like,
             Most spend the winter in Baffin Bay, northern Canada;
In heavy packs of ice, a world of giant crashing ice burgs,
      A treeless white tundra that goes on forever and ever.

The Narwhal can dive down miles in the water to feed,
            Sadly some die of suffocation due to the surface freezing;
They do need to take breaths through cracks in the ice,
      One must wonder, why they choose this frozen location.

Narwhals summer in Hudson Bay, Greenland and Russia,
            Moving through narrow channels during the spring melt;
They are threatened by overhunting by the Inuit for food and ivory,
      Also from mining and drilling and from global warming.

Such amazing creatures, a fantastic animal of fifteen feet,
            With this incredible long spiraled tusk, unicorn-like;
An eight foot flexible horn that bends to the left, mysteriously,
       Actually a tooth that continues to grow all of their life.

All males have these tusks along with another smaller tooth,
            Emerging from their upper jaw, with no apparent use;
Not anything to do with a weapon or for fishing or for eating fish,
      It seems to be a beautiful male adornment for finding love.

Often they are seen rubbing tusks, this is called tusking,
            It is thought to be not only part of mating but hierarchy;
Narwhals communicate by clicking, whistling and knocking,
     A haunting sound the pierces the frozen silent ice world.

In past years, many were captured for scientific study,
            However, they all died in captivity, it seems they need ice;
Some wild creatures are just not meant to be kept captive,
     Many of God's animals are just suppose to be free in nature.

September 19, 2015


Written by Broken Wings

For the contest, Impress Me With A Narwhal Poem, sponsor, Skat

Ninth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

My Rhetoric muse

Standing in my home’s backyard, I gazed at the skies
Nothing comes to my muse’s sight but two staring eyes
It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump
Whirling, twirling, passing in the air getting the hump.

Through the summer on the tall tree bare and brown
See how brown leaves are flickering, fluttering down
This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright
Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might

In an old nest of crow or in a hole where day by day
Nut by nut for her winter stock explores stores away
So that when winter sets in with its cold and storm
She would sleep all curled up, all snug and all warm.

She looks again and to make sure after storing there
So she could remember, she hid the treasure where. 


Dr. Ram Mehta

Contest: make me feel you

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013

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In The Forest Den

Deep in the Canadian wilderness she gave birth to four pups,
     It was a large dug out hole at the base of a tangled tree;
Her mate for life was out hunting with the pack for deer or elk,
          Some wolves remained to protect and guard her.

She was a mottled grey and resembled a domestic dog,
     Perhaps a german shepherd or a sled dog but much bigger;
Her paws were huge and she had thick fur to protect her in the cold
          But she was so gentle with the pups snuggling them.

As dusk fell she heard her mate's mournful howls in the distance,
     She knew his howls, growls and barks from all others;
They were mated for life and this was their first litter of pups,
          The pups were blind and defenceless without her.

The pack had been more than thirty-eight wolves until recently,
     But farmers had trapped, shot and poisoned many in fear;
And trappers had killed others for their beautiful thick fur,
         So these pups were so important to the packs future.

And then he was there in the den with her and nuzzled her neck,
    He was taller than she and stronger a truly majestic creature;
Crouching with his ears straightened his facial expression was love,
         She moved over so he could join them and all was peace.

                                           In the forest den . . .

April 1, 2015


Submitted to the contest, 100 In A Row - 5
sponsor, PD

Seventh Place 

Written for the contest, Canis Lupus the Wolf, 
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |


The birds glide, I don’t know why
It gives me reason to sing
So who am I? What can I bring?

The trees grow, the waters flow
To take us far from here
So who are we? Why do we fear?

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

The lambs leap, the willows weep
To show us we can dance and cry
Don’t live a lie; just ask why

The oceans latch, seashells laugh
There’s always an escape
To the martyr’s smile, on the sun’s sweet dial

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

Don’t let it fade,
Don’t hold it down
The sky is open for us now
Just let them fly,
Those hurts we keep
Inspire the heart, inspire the dream! 

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

In everyone
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

*This song is a collaboration with my older brother, Robert, who was inspired by two hawks soaring around each other earlier today. Younger brother, David, implemented some sweet harmonies that makes this song really special! * 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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The Luck Of The Draw

The tiniest egg Sanctuary for new life; Dinner for many.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

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Shell of a Nomad

I wanted to be alone tonight,
to shuffle my thoughts in the ocean's breeze,
when the sun sets sail, with the lights going out
While I search the sky, in my solitude 
and ponder my  place in the scheme of things...

I wonder again, how I fit within...
How the dreams I dream, and my many wiles,
fit into the human chain

In my lone meditation, there rises a sigh
with a windswept aria, reaching my ears......
while one turtle I had noticed, is unmooring itself, 
heading back to the ocean, without hesitation
not asking for much, not even for reason why

I watch him slowly swagger along,  no rush to marry a shell with the sea 
And envy how strong the urge can be, knowing his place in the throng
His cares are so few, and with years to go, such tenacity captures me

I wanted tonight,  to be alone with thoughts, alone to doubt
alone with my questions, and alone with my fears
To hover in the shell, in the cave of my tears 
To ponder my place here among the stars.....
Of time and space,  the archaic shores

Unmooring myself, across the sands
If the turtle can see it, then I'm not alone
in this span of a life, there is a journey long...
a destiny that the nomad just knows

7/28/14  For Cyndi's Contest: "Turtles"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |


Songbirds loose small chirps,
Tiny enough to slip through
Momentary rain.

Copyright © Kyle Maples | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |



As I walk through the forest
I hear the silence of the wood
Nature is at contest
Where beasts once stood

The wind rustling the trees
Shaking to the ground
Earth creeping with weeds
Smell nature all around

Creatures climbing high
Beasts burrowing deep
No birds in the sky
Cause nature to weep

As the one on two arrives
And takes nature in threes
Those on four will not survive
Save the five he never sees

This new beast that comes
And ploughs the land
Nature come undone
By this one hand

All the animals they scatter
To lands far and wide
As nature begins to shatter
Turn, to run and hide

Blood spills over the earth
From this hand that strikes
Against nature's last birth
The cry that fills the nights

As the earth turns to mud
I hear the silence of death
With a resounding thud
Nature takes it's last breath

As man turns and walks away
His unholy quest now done
Head hung low in dismay
For now in nature there is none

Falling to his knees
Precious air has gone
Along with the trees
Natures vengeance is long

Too late does man learn
That nature holds all
These things that he yearns
And by ignorance he'd fall

His body by earth reclaimed
To bring about new life
Man's name once shamed
Nature, reborn without strife

Copyright © Sean Taylor | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars

10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rengay | |

Birds in Tuxedos - A Collaboration

Verses in italics by Jesse Whitehead
Verses in normal font by Timothy Hicks

birds in tuxedos
marching through snow
stifled laughter
a pair of short legs
behind the coats
patient as molasses
a surprise in waiting
tiny curled toes
it slipped through the claws
of a brown pelican
sharp as eggshells
words on deaf ears
nary a shrug
the stillness of earth
before receiving the rain
howling wolf
warm tears in the sky
silent moon
atop the pine-wood mantel
the treasured baseball
smoldering campfire
toasted marshmallows
precious longing
she pulls a Jurassic Park
turning on the gramophone
September sun
the wheels on the bus
through leaves and leaves
last stop
says the cattle driver
despite the breadth of these plains
my heart doesn't stray
chilly breath
beating drums
penny tossed to the curve
change of scenery
branches replacing winter
with wisteria
ladybugs gliding
through purple haze
the teacher's back instead
paper airplane
vapor trails
across the pale fields
did you see that one?
catching only the coattails
of a summer star
but alas
penguins cannot fly

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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In The Forest that Surrounds

Deep in our forest woodland,
	where white tailed deer roam free,
I thought to take a moment,
	to listen quietly,
to the whispered sighing,
	of breezes in the trees.
As pleasant a sound as I have ever heard,
	for my senses it doth please!

There I came upon deer grazing,
	they showed no sign of fear,
the moment was endearing,
	as they watched me standing near.
Silently I stood watching,
	twas heaven sent for me,
until a Ruffed Grouse drumming,
	disturbed my reverie.

Like a painted pastoral scene,
	captured by an artist’s eye,
it was a moment frozen in time,
	though time itself flew by.
Then with their white tails swaying,
	they trotted down the glade,
which ended my encounter,
	with a moment heaven made.

It’s often I remember,
	that quiet, forest scene,
when Nature’s generosity,
	with pleasures seldom seen,
offered me an insight,
	into her hidden realms
where her favour was revealed.
	A delight that overwhelms.

Rhymer.  May 22nd, 2016.



Copyright © Denis Barter | Year Posted 2016

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My Poetic Prose

My Poetic Prose Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air, getting the hump. All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown See how the brown leaves are fluttering down This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might In an old nest of crow or pie in a hole where day by day Nut by nut for her winter store explores stores away So that when winter comes with its cold and storm She will sleep all curled up all snug and all warm. She looks and again and again after storing there So she could remember, she hid the treasure where.
=================================== Date: 8-12-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place win Contest: Put Your Best Rhyme Forward by Just That Archaic Poet

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013

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A Squirrel Cried

A Squirrel Cried

I heard outside a mournful sound
I went outside to look around
A squirrel cried for heaven’s sake
Cried as if he heart did break
A from the corner of my eye
I saw a pair of wings fly by
Wings that took off for the trees
I saw at once the squirrel freeze
I ran to see where it had flown
A nearby tree on the golf course zone
And when I got under that tree
A great big hawk looked down at me
Then once again the bird set sail
Within his grasp, a squirrel’s tail
And I too then got glassy eyed
For I knew why the squirrel cried

true story - happened in my backyard yesterday morning.  the squirrel continued to cry for about 30 minutes.  I think it was a young squirrel that lost its mother.

Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2014