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Details | Quatrain |

Cry For Wind

Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me between your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
Blood of beggars, blood of kings

Lost forever, never found
Roar your cry across the land
Where the road once walked and wound
Stranded in mountains of sand

Clamp your claws around my waist
‘till my harness groans and falls
You will hold my torso raised
You, impenetrable wall

No giant strong enough to win
Or to grab us from the sky
No demon vile, no sinner's skin
No Cyclops to burn us with his eye

Fly my Harpy, take our dreams 
Kill the bad, the hurt, the sad
Cherish fragile shining beams 
Screech seductively and glad

Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me, my love, your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
You and me are blood of kings

***

March 23, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


Details | Alliteration |

Woodstock

~Woody Wood From the Hood~

Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in, then log out
A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt!

Blind today, bald tomorrow, 
Big Bird, will be your only friend
I can't seem to forget the day, you shed your final skin
Revealing a darker snake, than the one in my garden
Leaving the word betrayal, up to the imagination 

Trust not the fool, who thinks his halo is heaven sent
Using a fake ballpoint pen dietary supplement
Thinning out his wings, and losing the symbolic meaning

Aging in a way, that spreads crows feet from top to bottom
Sapsucker revolving yellow as if it was always autumn
Pecking Hard Wood, MR Pecker of all woodpeckers 
Forgetting who's the real Home-wrecker

Your dragging pants are no bother, Mr Woodpecker!
I've gotten used to the tree talking and your creative vision
Let's just say, "Gangster to Gangster, I gave you a mission."
Keep rapping and tapping the same old street sign, 
Woodstock, on demand, crap out the peanut punch
Whatever suits you for breakfast and lunch
Don't forget dinner's also about me

Go ahead!
Peck away with deception, reveal your sullen evil feathers  
A disease urine Birdman, doing it snoopy style
A flightless, lightless liar, nothing about him's worthwhile
Keep manipulating the weak, whatever turns you on
I'm not ready to shoot you down with my shotgun

~SKAT~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

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 | Lyric |

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.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

A Great Blue Heron

A great Blue Heron

The park behind our house recently redone
And a Great Blue Heron has discovered fish
I saw the heron standing in tattered wings
Like a tattered skirt and tattered grass
I wonder, what scissors have cut them all?

A graceful neck, curved at crest
Ready to catch and strike when hungry
Strolling around the pool to snatch a fish
And sup on the fine supply.
Oh, what riches, thinks the Heron
What a delectable dinner
Among the tall grass, a stop to dine.

Oh, Heron, teach me to stand alone
Without hunchback’s coat on one feet
Show me how to bend my legs
Teach me how to swallow without chewing
Show me how to puff down into a secret
So that only those who know me can find me.
Teach me how to open wings of six feet span
Unexpected and perfect, a crone in the sky.

                         +++
September 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Seventh Place win
Contest : Animal by Regina

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

LITANIES REHEARSING ADIEU


LITANIES REHEARSING ADIEU Soft wheezes from crossbills and mistrel fusion pluck refrains from May blooms, train litanies rehearsing adieu pause unto biting cold out stretched wings to soar high! _______________________________________ ACTUAL FORM: Waltz Wave 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1 syllables ***Sponsor Kim Merryman Contest Name Shall We Waltz? ++Placed 5th++ O.E. GUillermo 10:22 pm, June 13, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

The Luck Of The Draw

The tiniest egg Sanctuary for new life; Dinner for many.
Entered in contest: Enter the 'Premiere haiku contest II: Anything Goes ' Poetry Contest; sponsored by: Chris D. Aechtner

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Birdperson

Birdpeople, they fly. birdpeople they glide. you wont see them. they live in the trees, watching you breath and breed. Those nasty human beings. doesn't this world belong to everything?




dictated by Jason Scogin. 


Copyright © Phillip Arnold | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Silent Beauty

The owl's feathers were like ash
They circled inward
Like a void
Pierced by the suns within

Copyright © Henri Dahooter | Year Posted 2017

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 | Free verse |

imagination

The day will come....
When I would touch the
Waves of the Air
I would fly with Birds
I would dance with Peacock
the day will come....


The day will come...
When i would swim with Ducks 
I would sing with cuckoos
Where nobody will be there
to pull a full stop.

Where i would really enjoy my life
Where I'll not have the fear of the cruel
who will tear
my wings and destroy
my dreams...

I am looking for the day
just that day
when I'll be a Bird and
fly above the horizon
When I'll forget my past
and be the free ME!

DATE: 6th may 2015

Copyright © Aarushi pandey | Year Posted 2015

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

Details | Free verse |

HUMAN TENDERNESS

How we love this secluded pond
He lowers me to the grass
And on my stomach I watch
Little beetles, blue dragonflies
Transparent wings fluttering
soft humming near my ears
My smiles born broadly in sunlight

His tender hands hold my back
to his chest. And in the shallow
pool numerous tadpoles curiously
investigate my otherwise useless
legs without pity or shame
He smiles words of joy to me
In my ears and to my mouth

Red squirrel clambers
the tree near our temporary
bed where his hands fumble
and his mouth smiles broadly
between my hands, breeze
lifting my curls as wings
on small hummingbirds

From the corners of his eyes
The lazy luce ponders the strange
ways of human tenderness
While he holds me in his
endless loving patience
That doesn't care about ability
Just we, water, sun and together

***

February 6, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

The Silent Owl

The silent owl swoops 
Silhouette on Silver moon
Prey unsuspecting
 

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

EVENING AND NIGHT

EVENING

Evening slipped out of the cave
Crossed the rock wall
And buried the city in soft kisses
Sun god‘s dripping soup
Gave her child a sunset glow
She went back to her cave
To sleep, to grow

NIGHT
Night birds on the prowl
Growl of dark panther
Unsteady footfalls of ghosts
Silhouetted trees
Cacophony of fledglings 
Snakes ripe with venoms
Green eyed owl preening feathers
Deep in jungles fairies play
Near a lake moon sneaks in
Embers of childhood
Smoldering in deep.

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quintain (English) |

The nightingale and the swan

Colours bounce in euphoric ecstasy
and another day is birthed, in melody,
as the dawn brings forth emerald reflection,
the sun playing on the looms of nature's glee
with the nightingale's whistle in a harmony.

Dull on it's perch,
determined in his search
for a jewel in creation's crown,
a partner for his song to emerge,
he prepares to lurch.

He spots her on a lake,
a white rose, a snowflake,
drifting on crystal serene,
a beautiful image to make,
her beauty in its surroundings partake.

This fragile goddess
with his best song he tries to caress
and the brooding bud,
a stunning glory ageless,
unfolds to his tune, guileless.

Yet when she tries,
her voice defies,
and he knows she will not sing.
A sudden sorrow in her eyes,
she bows her head and sighs.

But song, his voice like a lyre,
her beauty, her eyes of sapphire
make for a perfect match:
all creation they admire
together compensating for flaws like ice and fire.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Fledgling

A fledgling crow huddled in
the grass beneath the drooling
gazes of my curious dogs.
Its eyes were blue.

And in the tree, its mother screamed

In my hands it lay, gently confused.
Too young to fear me,
it opened its thirsty beak and greedily
swallowed water from a syringe.

And outside the window, its mother screamed. 

I scratched its head,
stroked its breast,
and boxed it for its journey
to a refuge for homeless birds.
And, as I carried it to the car,
its mother circled overhead.

And screamed. 

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Fly Like An Eagle:

Gallant is thy Eagle Flying high towards the Sun Keen with deadly sight Viewing from heaven above Take flight my spirit with you. ~~~~~~~~ Together we'll fly Only landing to renew In a tall Oak tree No need to build an eyrie For the sky is our domain. ~~~~~~~~~ On land and in sky We are united as one Until our last breath A feathered quill in my hand Imagination runs wild.
28~June~2017

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Snowy White Owl:

There was an eerie calm,
Like before a storm,
The Moon shone nil,
As the night stood still.

High in the canopies,
Not a bird did stir,
Low on the ground,
No Wolf to be found.

As time stood still,
Feeling was indescribable,
Not a blade of grass,
Had been disturbed by the past.

Then out of the blue,
Swooped a snowy white Owl,
Down upon its prey,
Where the mouse did lay.

With one fluid grip,
The Owl had taken him,
Back to the nest,
To feed the young in zest.
             /|\

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Siege By Flight

Flap your wings and go ahead
Don’t give up & don’t turn back
I’ve gone with you, shown and led
This is for what I’ve been bred
Now it’s come & I shan’t  lack
In mind, in wing, or in back
Ne’er been closer to my life been shed

Lyhgo-Hoyshu waits my come
But already I am numb
He sits high in his castle
We fly on, bright as pastel
It’s rising out of the mist
So high it cannot be missed
Ne’er been closer to my life been shed

I land at his wooden door
You land with me, with your friends
Above me, I see him soar
He strikes down and I have bled
Soon I know it’ll be the end
My claws flash out, sharp to rend
Ne’er been closer to my life been shed

As he dies I know my fault
I’d thought too fast, scared to halt
My chance was up, we were gone
I look at you, you my son
We both know what I have done
He was great and I had none
Now I know my life has been shed.

Copyright © Henri Dahooter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Abecedarian |

After a good night's sleep:

Anxiously the trees were awaiting their morning breeze, Birds nestled amongst the high towering branches, Caressing in couples as they watched over their nests, Delicately leaves were falling due to Autumn's plight. Embarking in flight, two crows left their pine behind, Flying into the East and straight for the now rising sun, Gently they soared until only silhouettes could be seen, Harmoniously at this point, a slight gust did prevail, Indulging itself as it blew softly through the falling leaves. Jasmines were basking in the warmth of the new sun rays, Kookaburra could now be heard laughing at the new dawn, Literally as loud as one could imagine a songbird to be. Morning was breaking swiftly as a young blackbird sung, Numerous other creatures were now stirring by the songs, Others including magpies, butcher birds, and various parrots, Parrots being among some of the most beautifully coloured birds. Quantities of them were now flying across the lush meadows, Randomly making their way to a great forest of pines, Shaded under the great pines grew poisonous mushrooms, Tremendous Oaks across the field near the pines stood. Under them lives a family of giant red kangaroos, With newborn joeys playing on the dewy ground, Xanthic daisies were glistening in the morning sun, Year after year I sit here and absorb it all through my senses, Zealously anticipating every morn after a good night's sleep.

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lanterne |

Robin Ponders

A Robin Sits alone Perhaps he's just pondering lifes’ point; Sage.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2017

Details | Clerihew |

Tweety Bird

Little Tweety Bird,
Had the cutest lisp ever heard.
Sylvester the cat wanted to eat him,
But Tweety always managed to beat him.

1/19/2013

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Burlesque |

Dude, where's my automobile

Not advertising that flippant flick. I just want to know
where my blooming flivver is. It ruffles my feathers no
end to find out, when exiting the embassy,
that my buggy's whereabouts are a mystery.

I must meet Sherry 'cause her right toe
wants a sweet kiss. Did the camel tow
my car? That blasted mammal! Sherry's dear
foot can't wait! Please do not tell me the deer

took my buggy! That son of a Witch
would fine
me with a very pricey mulct which
isn't fine!

Not another loathsome tax
to put up with! Oh no, Lord, please!
I beg thou hearken to my pleas!
Now, let's come down to tin tacks.

I need my bloody car! A choice bass
cooked by Sherry awaits me. The crass
specimen who's got my car is so base,
and I'm so cross! The camel has a bass

voice that creeps me out! I do not want to
deal with him. I cannot even stomach two 
secs the sight of the deer. He's ugly too.

II.

On returning to his flat, mad as a goat,
Ivo found on the door, the following note:

Dear Ivo,

I hereby inform you that your awfully and
illegally parked streetcar has been impounded.
Come pick it up at the City Hall and 
bring cash with you for there's a fine. 8 hundred
clams.

	Much love,
	The Crane from Ukraine.

Blimey! That heartless crane! I won't give her a buck!
Now I know the ruffians weren't the camel and the buck.
Well, let's be fair, it wouldn't be cricket to pass the buck.
I didn't park properly. It's my fault. That's it. I will not buck
at the fine.
III.
                  I got my car back for free. How? l told the crane;
"I'm in a hurry to meet Sherry who needs me to canoodle
her feet. I'll have tonight for dinner a bass fish with noodles."
"If a foot massage like the ones I used to get in Ukraine.
you give me, I will be happy to call off the mulct." said she.
I pleased her feet very much. She loved it. Then we got some tea.


IV.

I'm on my way home to eat some bass,
with my beloved and awesome lass.
It's so nice to be able to dine
without having paid that gruesome fine.

Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

Bird In A Tux

I do not fly but waddle far.
For fun I slide on my tummy.
And if I have my eye on a mate
I'll feed them fishes so yummy!

Singing a love song is common for me.
To attract a mate I'll croon.
And if I leave the colony sometime
I'll surely be back soon.

Under the water I really can't breathe.
But can hold my breath a short while.
I spend my time mostly at sea.
But when on shore I make humans smile.

You'll point at me and giggle out loud.
I know you think I'm cute!
But don't try to capture me I plead.
Just admire my black and white suit.

A little bit like you humans I am.
Sometimes I mate for life.
Yet other times I play the field.
Perhaps even cheat on my "wife"!

So here I go to dive and plunge
where the water is deep and cold.
Just some things you should know about me.
I'm amazing-if I may be so bold!




for Archaic Poet's animal personification contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sestina |

Animal Freedom

Animal Freedom

A Christmas walk in soft sun of winter
Across crisp fields of umber and green,
A sharp breeze blowing with freedom
On their faces, aglow with the hope
Of seeing one again – a bird; their bird,
Soaring and diving defiantly so.

The eagle. Powerful, swift and so
Free. Wings outstretched on currents of winter
Warmth, rising higher than any other bird.
It’s golden feathers shimmering over green
Hills and clear blue skies, in the hope
Of spying prey, running in a last bid for freedom.

They looked and walked and talked in freedom,
Enjoying the country lanes and paths in so
Carefree a manner; such a rich land of hope,
Bursting with creatures alive in the winter
Meadows: robins, rabbits, hares, a green
Woodpecker, and many a chattering bird.

They paused to rest and listen to bird
Song and breeze, relishing in the freedom
At the heart of nature, so fresh and green;
When suddenly, they saw a bush shaking so
Violently. They stopped and stared, the winter
Wind? Too strong. They watched in hope

Of seeing something curious, or in the hope
Of discovering if this at last was their bird,
Hunting untamed in the wilds of winter.
They approached, careful not to intrude on the freedom
Of the wild, but all they could see was a fluttering so
Urgent, flapping wings, a rubbed-raw leg, a thread of green.

A blackbird was trapped on a branch by green
String; frantic, desperate panic, yet hope
Shone in its eyes, pleadingly so.
They spoke softly, carefully untying the bird,
Which flew off to the wind in a cry of freedom.
They felt proud, liberated, in a wonderland of winter.

They ran home for dinner of green sprouts and festive roast bird;

Bred in darkness and stench, no hope of daylight or freedom.
Incarcerated, deformed, wounded so bad, in a long-hardened winter.


Spare a thought for your turkey this Christmas… 

Copyright © Charlotte Kingsfield-Blake | Year Posted 2014