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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 | Pastoral |


A sparrow the image
And she lonely seeks out food.
From the bushes and recesses
For a hopeful waiting brood.
And the cosmos spins around her
And she seems a trivial thing
But the Maker of the cosmos
Knows her lot, formed her wing.

A sparrow the image
And the day seems cold as death
But the Keeper gives her wrapping
And a cheerful singing breath.
And she greets the paltry sunshine
Of a birthing winter's day
With assurance that her Keeper
Sees her through to flowering May.

A sparrow the image
The dark days still abound
And tooth and claw and slander
Wait for her on shadowed ground.
But she finds her way to Zion
And a nest within its walls
And quite certain Loving Deity
Knows of each her flights and falls.

(Consider Psalm 84 and Matthew 10)

Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

St Cuthbert

On Lindisfarne, they say, 
St Cuthbert took a hooded crow, 
A jackdaw and a jay, 
And on their strident tongues bestowed

The gift of harmony.
No more did ugly croaks and caws
Dispute above the sea, 
Or trouble those sequestered shores.

They sang all day, those three; 
And as they drew their corvine kin, 
The devil wept to see
His shrinking nursery of sin.

Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Bird Feed Under My Window

Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature
Curious to know how plants grow 
Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants 
And mesmerized by the coordination 
And spectacular tactics of birds. 

Birds come in different colors and species 
They symbolize many conditions and have various 
Significance and meaning in different cultures. 
You have the nightingale and the humming birds 
And the whippoorwill is perhaps the most cunning 
of all species because it can camouflage itself.
Even though you can hear its distinctive sound 
It's difficult to be identified. 

I used to listen to them singing in nature 
singing melodious tune, tunes that span beyond 
Centuries, tunes reminding us that life is still divine.
I love to watch them soaring in the sky 
flying from north to east, south to west 
Until nature bids them to take their rest. 

Birds embrace freedom and they hold the power of truth 
they are unique messengers so the next time you see one
land on your doorstep just figure out if it is genuinely from nature
who send it, and what it is trying to say before you angrily chase it away. 

Birds have wit and might, they are powerful 
communication tools, they earn their keep from nature
and that’s how they stay alive 
like the cows and the sheep 
they can see way out in the deep. 

Something peculiar has been happening in nature 
I have been observing something unusual from the sky 
While walking down the street the sun burst from 
underneath a dark, cold overcast sky   
and spread its light over me then suddenly disappeared. 

Each time I take a stroll an army of birds appear from
nowhere and split up into different directions, 
they form groups of six, seven and eight, three,
four, two, one and  groups of twelve. 
Sometimes they are so many that I can hardly count them. 

It didn't seem as if they were on a journey, it appeared as if 
They were caged up somewhere and were suddenly released
into the atmosphere.
My curiosity grew deeper when I pounced upon 
a man attracting the birds with feed laced with 
corn grain and black sunflower seeds. 

This was quite unusual because 
no one in the entire neighborhood feed birds
I could read right into this mysterious cultural behavior
not only was he making a statement,
he was marking something by placing 
the bowl of feed in front of the house 
under my window and luring the birds to
fly from all directions to feed from the bowl. 

They say that black birds are symbol of human soul
and they symbolize happiness, intelligence and wisdom;
they also have deep religious meaning.
Always remember that everything we do
evil always hinges close by good
to make things seem inconspicuous. 
Legend has it to say that the devil appeared to St. Benedict
in the form of a black bird to tempt him. 

Long time ago my kindergarten teacher
used to teach me this poem by mother goose,
“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, 
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. 
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house counting out his money,
the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey, 
the maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes. 
Along came a blackbird and snipped off her nose.” 

Birds are free habitats of nature
they do not earn their keep from artificial feed
but from natural food in the environment. 
So the next time you see a bowl of bird feed
laced with black sun flower seed and corn 
do not take it for granted 
something is deeper than bird feed. 

                                                                          ©2015 Christine Phillips


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |

Just Call Me Mr Spy

Just Call Me Mr. Spy


I’m from an ancient world, and we have never met, and never will.
However, much like presently, in my day, people lived for the thrill.

I experienced that world’s greatest tragedy, and lived to tell the story.
I am not the bravest, smartest, or most beautiful; but I made history.

People of old loved and laughed, and also ate and drank to the fill.
They bought and sold, not worrying about who would pay the bill.

They fell in love and married; and separated, adulterated, and fornicated.
They detoured from their ancestors’ standards, and greatly deteriorated.

Yes, they were civilized sometimes, but also immoral and very violent.
It’s predicted that your world will be just like mine, before the Second Advent.

They were liberated, sophisticated, and also educated in their own way.
They were warned, but never bothered to change, until a deluge came one day.

There was an old man with a wife and three sons, who also had wives.
They worked hard and loved everybody, but also lived good and clean lives.

I know all these things because I was there, observing and raising my family.
That is, until the old man brought me and others into a big boat he built for his family.

You see, I was Noah’s raven, and was blessed to go on that world’s greatest trip.
And you can call me Mr. Spy, because I was the first one to leave the big ship. 

03042016 PS Contest, A Tomb of Ancient Bloom, Justin Bordner

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Earthworm Flys

The rain came down
Saturating the ground
The earthworm came up
To swim in the muck

The dove came down
Hearing a splish splash sound
Now the earthworm flys

Copyright © James Hyler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |

The Time Store

I want to go to the time store and buy more
Another year another day to
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for. 

We could sit on the beach and watch the shore 
Go to a still lake and fish from a canoe
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

I want to keep every promise to you I ever swore
Bake fresh bread with you to dip in cheese fondue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Let's tell our kids all of your family lore 
Adopt new kittens and listen to their mew
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

Let's paint a rainbow using every color
Mix and invent new ones with a unique hue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

With bent knees, we'll pray on the floor
Praise God for little things like morning dew
I want to go to the time store and buy more
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

Who cooks for you

“Who cooks for you?”
asked the Bard.

Who prepares your meal?
Do you sup alone?
Any condiments?
Salt perhaps?

What are you hungry for?
What appeals to your taste?

When you rise in the morning,
What do you desire?
Is it even food?

Or do you look to satisfy something else?
For what do you hunger?

But aside from all that
Who cooks for you?
Whatever it is you desire,
wherever you may roam,
Who paved the way?
Who set the table?
Who made it possible for you
to breathe,
to laugh,
to cry,
to despair.
to hope,
to love,
to live,
to die…?
Do you even give a hoot?

Who preparest a table for thee
in the presence of thine enemies?

So the Barred h-owls his haunting cry,
“Who cooks for you?”

Copyright © Mark Hounsell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dizain |

Frozen Out

Housemothers twain, swaddled in sorrel fur

And bustled skirts, walking ‘tween the parklands.

Brilliant cobalt sky, above cawing birds,

Who demand substance, with their harangue?

So the fostering queens proffer their alms.


The badelynge of ducks, on polished ice,

Lambently advance with feral affray.

As morsels of cardinal fare, entice.

The attending dames in their tender, urbane way,

Have rescued these birds from another wintry day.

Copyright © Al Parry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Memories On Branches

My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.

And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.

Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.

A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair, 
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |



Copyright © SHARITA CRAWFORD | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

A Little Bird

While walking through a field one day, and singing as I went,
I was praising God for mercy in the Son that He had sent. 
Then I stepped upon a thorn, and in my pain I quit my praise.
As my mouth was filled with cursing, and my heart with rage ablaze.
Then I stumbled for the thorn still sunk into my throbbing heel,
and I scraped my hands and knees; this causing me more pain to feel.
As the swearing, the profanity, kept spewing from my lip,
I could not contain my anger or regain a solid grip.
Nearby, there perched a little bird upon a barbed wire fence.
Twas watching with delight to see me losing all my sense.
For earlier he'd heard my song and thought it such a joke;
he, laughing at my madness, laughed so hard it made him choke.
He then took flight from place to place, that all should come to know
about this man who sang of grace, but came to sudden woe.
He published, far and wide, what he had seen and what he'd heard.
O' christian, when you sin be sure to think about this bird.
The little bird who lands upon an ear to tell the tale
of man redeemed who lives the same as those who've gone to hell.
That little bird will never understand the Savior's love
if saints below forget to praise their Maker up above.

Copyright © Chris Tian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

My Longing Heart

I know that I
Have failed the Lord
And for that
I'm so ashamed
And only in my troubled times
Would I call upon his name

But God said
If you'll only speak to me
When trouble your way comes
Then you can rest assured my child
I'll surely send you some

I know I need
To spend more time
Down on my knees in prayer
For he said when
You call on me
I'll surely meet you there
Lord forgive me
Of my past
And the wrongful things I've done
I long so
Just to make things right
Between you and your son

For I know
That we're not promised
We will see The Morning Sun
And I don't want
To leave this world
Having left some things undone

Father make me worthy
To stand and tell the world
That I'm a god believer
And I believe His Word

He's coming in an hour
That we don't even know
And our souls will be
Required of us
O be ready friend to go

Eternity last forever
and 10 million years from now
my friend you will be somewhere
so why don't you humbly bow

To the God of heaven
he's waiting now on you
just ask Him for forgiveness
that's all you have to do

Then when it said and done
and he returns someday
he'll take you home to heaven
and there forever stay

Copyright © Sammy Lykens | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Broken Heart Wing Bird

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Be Not Dismal Nor Deterred
If On Harsh Land, You're Grounded
JAH Will Float You On Faith Well-Founded
(in Aerial-Miracles Heaven's Son Surmounted)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Beauty-Vision Be Not Blurred
If Confined To Empty-Nests
Take Twigs of Time To Conquer Tests
(and Let Broken-Heart-Wing Rest)

... Gain Strength, Wisdom & Wit
Eagle-Span, Horizon's Width
Let Beating In Breast Be Stirred
Get Better, Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
(GOD's Tree of Life For You Is Shared)

Stretch Your Feathers To The Sun
"Trust" Is A Light-Flight, Bidding "Come!"
and Love Is The Soaring, Wonder-Word
That Heals All Broken-Heart-Wing Birds
(Even From Death's Cages - We're Set Free & Spurred)

So Find Those Behind Dark Bars & Buried
Tell Aviaries Everywhere How You Were Carried!
Upon The Path - Straight & Narrow
Thru Your Single,  Sorrow-Arrow
(as A Broken-Heart-Wing Sparrow) ...

'Til The Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Could Soar Again - Superb! ...

             Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/08/2012 
                         by:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |

Rich people can eat soup too

I'm tired of people saying that soups only for the poor
I have tons of money just lying on the floor
Sometimes I come home to a nice bowl of soup
Even though I'm considered in the "Rich group"
If I have a bowl and a spoon
I'm out eating soup under the moon
And guess what, I ain't no hobo
Neither am I a homo
When I eat soup, I feel like I'm in love
I even gave it to my fat stupid dove
See anyone can eat soup man
Not like the rich can't eat it, it's not banned
I'll kill someone for a can of that soupy delight
heck, I might even tonight
Well I guess I've made my point
So calm down and go smoke a joint
Because soups also for the rich punks
I ain't no munk
Go get yourself something to eat
Maybe a hamburger or some other type of meat.

Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |


     petrel skims surface

of the waves of this grey sea:

      named after Peter

   who was by a bluer sea

except on that day of storm



Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

My friend

Through all the negitive
I've gotten more positive
I found God
I found me
I found confidence
I found love

I stand before you today
as a whitness of God's grace
Every day I walk in faith
Always thankful
Every day I pray
leaving the past in the past
I have forgivin my enemies, and myself
I walk every day with my head held high
movin on with my life

I have confidence in me
when the world told me I can't
God showed me I can
And I will!!

I'm proud of who I am.
I love how God made me
I talk to him all the time
I tell him how I feel
How can I not LOVE my God
He is too good
I am one he heals

I am one who made it through one of the worse
I was so hurt,non stop sadness and anger
every day and sleepless nights

I was knocked down so hard
Now I stand strong,talking with you
looking at the sadness and hurt in your eyes
Sweet heart, the devil is a lie

Never give up my friend
Pray to Jesus christ
God and time is on your side
Let me pray with you now
when you leave know this, I'll be praying for you
every day and every night

Copyright © Christy Love | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Peace of Mind

As the Lords new day has its start darkness so settled across the land
So many lie awake with a heavy heart in just so trying to understand
With the quite darkness soon to be broken from a bird in a distant tree
So too are the Words He has Spoken and how they set prisoners free

Now soon the dawn begins to break for darkness can't exist in His Light
For so many who do so ache the same Lord no longer wants you to fight
For all of His Creation is great this a fact that only a fool would ever deny 
Rest upon Him your own fate, as you'll never know until you give it a try

As the sun now crest over the horizon the flowers reach just to be near
A problem too big for the Lord, there in none, let's first make that clear
For another restless night has been spent and a new day has just begun
There's never a need to ever resent when you give it all over to His Son

Tonight just cry out His Holy Name laying all your problems at His Feet
For no night will ever be the same when it's "Sweet Jesus" you repeat
Like darkness, so too will unrest flee as He will put peace in your heart
That's just what happens to me but your lowest is a good time to start

Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Jesus is everywhere

Jesus Is everywhere

Jesus is in our Hearts and everywhere just I look around,
Jesus is in every sight and every sound just listen,
And I know I m not being foolish,
I know I am telling you what I see,
As He is someone I must believe in,
And it's there when I look at all the Children,
Jesus is there you can hear His whisper in the wind,
Jesus is all around as you can see it in the thunder of the sea,
And I know I I'm just dreaming,
I  know I feel safe,
As he's someone I must believe in,
And He's always there when I call out His name.,
Jesus in always there in the rising of the sun,
Jesus is always there when the day is nearly done,
And I know He is no illusion,
And I know He is, and I see truth,
Yes He is someone that we all must believe in,
As He will always be there when you call out His name,

By Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2015

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Magpie

Of all the birds, both foul and fair, 
You stubbornly refused to wear

Full mourning at the Crucifixion, 
And were cursed with this affliction: 

Piebald broods of raucous young, 
The devil's laugh on every tongue.

Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Our Windstar Rides into the Sunset

Our Windstar Rides into the Sunset

I just sold my Windstar Cargo van
She was just driven off, by some other man.
I bought the old girl in April 2005
Every day since then, she’d been my ride.

She started out fine with nary a scratch.
For a handy vehicle, she’d be hard to match.
She had shelving in back and one extra seat.
A sliding side door, a huge hatch you can’t beat.

I would fill her with bird seed or corn might abound.
No matter the load, she never let me down.
With her new signage, she looked just first rate.
You might say if you knew us, we appeared on a date.

For almost daily, we’d back down the drive.
To go fill some feeders so those wild birds could thrive.
We went in all weather, birds need fed every day.
For our regular customers, there was no other way.

For they were elderly or shut-ins with a passion to please.
They counted on us to deliver, or their birdies might freeze.
With her front wheel drive, a good battery and snow-tired.
We never failed to get there before cold birds expired. 

But then came the end of our long birdseed run.
We called it quits, it was no longer fun.
Those feed bags for me were as heavy as lead.
After 2007 someone else would need get them fed.

That wasn’t the end of old Windstar or me.
We still went together an old friend oft to see.
For there was still an acreage that needed our care.
Rides to Menard’s shopping and lunches to share.

A couple times a week for the next 7 yrs.
We three worked together thru laughter and tears.
There are so many things need work on a farm.
So much to be done to keep animals from harm.

So many wild turkeys and deer that need fed.
Raccoons you can’t count and woodchuck’s deep red.
Of course feral cats got our special attention
The mowing of grass I should also now mention. 

Well it seems that I’ve strayed from the van in my story.
But before we now leave I must mention her glory.
That were the 4 signs she carried with pride.
Which told much of the old guy, the driver inside.

There were 3 bible quotes and some patriot’s plea.
Some words of advice always given out free.
To anyone that might comment or share a sly grin.
It they seemed out of touch we’d ask where they’d been.

For America to be Blessed as so many would like.
We need to get back to Jesus or just may take a hike.
For without Him in our midst, our country is lost,
We may soon learn that, no matter who’s “Boss”.

Written by oldbuck, Dec. 7, after selling his van. 
Bucks 4 Birds – Wildlife Catering Service 1994-2007  

Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |

Church Camp Cocain

Well I'm a dirty train kid. I don't shower for Shit. I adhere to a scene to prove that I'm legit. I'm a true believer, I don't use no fuckin' soap. I've got so much grit between my toes it would harelip the pope.  Well don't bring me Jesus, he's not the man I need, but if you could conjure up some wit to call upon Jim Beam. I'll sing you songs for your money, until you make me quit. Keep your goddamn mouth shut if you don't like what I'm singing because I don't give a shit. I'm sure that we'll all get just what we deserve when the plagues come one by one. I've got a devil in me that can only be fed By that good church camp cocaine. I'll stomp my feet, and clap my hands and tell them "there's angels in my brains." If it gets me beyond the rusted fence to that good church camp cocaine.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

The Robin

When our Savior cried in pain, 
There came to him a bird so plain

It touched his heart to see it try
To ease his fearful agony.

Upon the cross, he could not move, 
Nor make a sign to show his love, 

But honored it with this bequest: 
A splash of blood upon its breast.

Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017

Details | Imagism |

1st Heaven

Powdery white, puffy cotton candy mountain clouds.
Blue watery blue skies 
a mile high.
Birds dancing by.
Sun sparkling, glistening, beaming;
That is what the first heaven is like.

Copyright © Ronald A. Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |


Where do birds go,
Late, late, at night?
Do they hide behind the clouds, of a dark, starry night?
Or, are they just out for a flight?
Oh, you will hear them chirp, chirping away,
What is their language, what words do they say?

Are they chatting about their schedules, for the next Son-filled day?

Where do birds go,
Late, late at night?

Up to the heavens,
As they say, goodnight.

Copyright © Jennifer Randal-Thorpe | Year Posted 2017