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
Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.
Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.
The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.
The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.
Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.
The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.
The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
Small bird take flight.
Open your wings, leave shelter behind.
Fear will ground you, riddle you weak.
Feel the winds, the rushing power in the breeze.
Allow the current to embrace you, ruffle your feathers as you chase the sun.
Free yourself from doubt.
Freedom is fluid.
Should I fall, how dreadful.
Should I be incapable of flight, my soul would rupture.
But should I soar, to touch the milky skyline, Oh how inspiring.
Even the smallest bird may take flight
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Nature be my religion;
Prayer be my dominion.
Words felt but unwritten;
In fields of green and crimson.
I am a dreamer and a drifter;
A non–conformist, resister.
The wind is my whisper;
And the moonlight my sister.
I wear flowers in my hair;
Quote Shakespeare and Voltaire.
Have no qualms to swear;
Can make peace or warfare.
I prefer the solitude;
Depending on my mood.
But if a smile be the prelude;
Another may intrude.
The songs I sing are old;
The stories all foretold.
In tradition I enfold;
My blessings, manifold.
Two worlds, present and past;
Dwelling within the contrast.
Enigma or social miscast;
Artistry of life enthusiast.
Born to late;
To change the world's fate.
Too early to liberate;
Just in time to celebrate.
As storm clouds appear;
Between two world's frontier.
I look to those I most revere;
The prophet and the seer.
As we enter the eye of the storm;
The birds of prey become worn.
But in the early hours of the morn;
Sparrow's and crow's flight is born.
Center in the midst;
Find your balance to persist.
Take a hand, release a fist;
We're right on time to co–exist.
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2017
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
In the beginning the Lord created a great deep,
So deep that no eye saw anything but obscurity.
This deep we now by name call the heavens,
Accompanied by the creation of great vacancy-
A formless void that is uninterrupted by shapes.
It is the undefinable foundation for that yet to form,
A place we now think of as the planet earth,
Which passed the tests of the primeval, perfect storm.
Now with this creation comes the beginning of time,
And for measurement a transparent hourglass,
With an exact amount of sand enclosed within,
Which has until this moment been at an impasse.
Not a grain has been able to pass the constriction,
Until the Creator has commanded it to go.
As the primal beauty comes into existence,
Change enacts sand to fall in the chamber below.
With the passage of time within the hourglass
The Lord’s creation enlarges and expands;
It becomes the abode for another creation –
The harvest of the Lord’s desires becomes Man.
To Man the hourglass is a no longer fashionable,
And it may even seem to be ruling his day.
So he looks to the Lord for a savior—
For someone who-win or lose-will want to play.
The solution from the LORD is Woman,
A helpmate fashioned of Man’s own bone.
His dream has become his reward,
And She seems even better than homegrown.
Her figure is the perfect hourglass,
And her countenance is a bonny display.
Plainly It seems Man never saw the lady coming,
Since his plain morning bird became his bird of prey.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2011
He sails above the city valley
This bird of paradise
Oh he’s not the familiar, many colored fowl…
Many colored, yes.
But not the New Guinea variety of creatures
struggling to survive
This flyer has purpose
He’s heaven’s own eye
And he watches,
Watches from high above the crowded, jumbled
Watches those civilized ants racing along
to somewhere –
God only knows where –
And he quite often calls down,
His sweet falsetto urging,
Urging the racers to stop -
To gather together
In a profound silence
And listen to his song
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015
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
Given by God, twenty- four hours
Given to you and me
Precious time allotment
Time slowly flows
Through the hourglass
Sing praise on this day
Pines sigh a song
In the morn's breeze
Praise floats along
This is the day_
Athems ring and I will rejoice
Glad for the gift of time
Graced by God's countenance
His light covers me
He is my strength
All the day, rejoice
In the morning rejoice
At noonday sing praise
When twilight calls
God's grace and love overflow
I will delight in this day
In the name of Jesus
This is His day!
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest: This Is The Day The Lord Gave
Written: January 30, 2015
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens (that) fly high in the sky…
Solemnly seizing Martin Luther’s time (of)
Religion and precarious minds…
White men personified lost their lives (without)
Fear or compromise…
Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens of their time (were)
Grave to Jackson’s mental denial of the Missouri Compromise…
The Confederate flag yet hangs high.
White men lives personified were of manifold (because)
Fear or compromise was not a greater source.
Blackbirds in the sunshine (are like)
Eagles soaring high in the sky…
Solemn to Civil Rights time (while)
Ritualizing a political asylum (caused by)
Oppression and incarceration of the mind…
Transition is denied; but oh, transgression defines.
Written March 4, 2016!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011
A calm summer breeze is the day,
and I will learn to fly this very day.
I get up and try and try,
for my mother is teaching me to fly.
Looking carefully at each movement she makes,
I will do whatever it takes.
You see, if I don't fly,
I will surely die,
and those are high stakes.
Edward J. Ebbs - August 27, 2002
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
If a little bird should say:
You're Boring, Cheerless
But do everything you've got to,
Should you Answer or Reply?
For its not what that "bird" says,
But what God said for you to do,
He will show the way.
Use his Word as a Lamp for your feet,
As you journey along the way.
He knows where He's leading you
Just trust him and obey!
Placed here on earth at a Particular Time
and on a Specific Date;
With a destiny that's Unique to only you.
Born at a time when you could be
For you wouldn't fit into past history.
So be ALL in this time you're in
To go down into real-time history of now;
As the Lord chooses to make use of you.
You may not be famous 'cause its not
But do tasks as God would have you do.
With Inspired imagination, finding ways
To help others, letting them know that
He is real.
Use what gifts he has implanted upon you.
Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015
Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.
In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.
One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle.
The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.
As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.
Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.
He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.
As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.
As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth.
When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.
Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.
After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.
The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.
He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.
The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
one day the flightless peacock
got a message from above
and when it filled his heart
he gave the message to a dove
when he received it he knew it was true
this was something special
and to all the world it should be flew
the dove gave it to a crane
and the crane gave it to a duck
which went south for the winter
where the message was also brought
but then the dragon got word
and he didn't like it at all
he flew around the world
saying the message was false
but all the birds knew it
and the woodpecker too
the message of God's love
is very, very true
(This goes with a presentation of origami birds and a dragon that can flap their wings.)
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2014
A sound of bedtime prayers are in the trees,
where the doves have nestled among the leaves.
They smooth the feathers of a restless day.
Like the night-birds,... my worries lift away,
sailing far, into twilight's crimson seas.
5/17/15 For The Contest: Five Lines/Metaphors and Simile
Sponsored By Sara Kendrick Form: Enveloped Quintet
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
The birds sing a song
On a tree that is very high
Music fill the air
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
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
Religious chirps lilt the air:
A choir of birds.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010
I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man
as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his
life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun
rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as
she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim
of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs
because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross
the street...every time he would think of it, he would
grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who
had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all
these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder
how I could still believe that there is a God that cares?
I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell
from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest
and that man on the corner was still alive and he could
walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the
mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop
violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could
still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not
suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to
have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building
them up, for each one them that had something taken from
them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except
for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not
forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2010
I am going to write anything I want to
Why do birds sing?
Because they are free
Haven't you heard - free as a bird?
Why does ice melt?
You are talking about moi?
Better know who you are talking to
Why do you take forever?
Why do I say what I say?
Because you deserve it
Is it good or bad?
Nah - bad
Better watch out
Why do I do what I say?
Because I don't want to be heard by you
Why does the sun always shine on you?
Because it knows me
I am always there - in the sunshine
Better watch my tan lines
I am not talking about you
I am talking about me
Did Columbus discover America?
Yeah think so
Then why hasn't America discover Columbus?
Haven't been there
My thought exactly
Did you say you'll see me tomorrow?
How would you know?
I have people to see
Places to go
How would I see you?
Tomorrow it is
One for the road
If all that you have is here
Then where are they?
Here in my heart
Here in my mind
Here in my spirit
Here in my house
You mean I am there too?
No you are never there
You are here
And good riddance
I am hurt
Lol you'll get over it
Talk as someone who knows
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015
It burns and it stings.
More than drowning beneath
More than remaining in a
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why?
It burned and it stung.
The markings remained,
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little
known loathing were the known
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the
child that cried
Never was their relief for the
child that tried
You were that lovely bird that
understood the complications of
Nothing looked the same in
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears
The others-they were yet to
Caring Mother, o' so fair
You were that beautiful bird
filled with care.
The others came and were not
alone. Their two suitors sat on
Rampage and rage why did you
I began to wither and wither
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a
The droops of the Lily of the
Valley became the slumping of
My lovely bird the enemy had
taken you and the person you
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its
intricate self and you became
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved
Your intense spirt vanished only
to supplement a monster.
Mother, Monster and your tar
How did I kill that liver that was
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you
My lovely bird and your big
I'll tell you once, but never
Pain is only a flower for it
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as
quickly as lice.
You dear bird hurt me well.
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest
You brought me up, then you
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you
down in your deep black
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights.
Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013
The dark raven’s soulful flight goes singing
Where an evening song bird blends in the skies
Making flight into the grand wilderness
Tender is the dove that goes up and flies
The two birds as one entwine together
But they are like two different beings
The raven so dark and evil attacks
While the dove, full of love, counters and sings
White brightens around the darkest raven
Suffocating the raven’s great powers
And takes the life right out of the raven
Darkness lost, dove conquers all that cowers
Flying, the dove coos in joyful triumph
Reaches the death of the raven below
Resurrects the bird as a dove, and now
They go along together as one show
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
The Dove – Haiku
Soft murmur over
Water reflects white shadow
Like a pillow soft
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
As I sleep, I dreamt sweet dreams
I heard sweet voices of birds in the forest
A romantic, soft murmuring of ants
They were singing
Many of them singing, out of love, like me
Indeed there are many of them in love,
The love in the forest,
I will sleep again
I hope to meet you with your eyes smiling
Let’s meet tonight, not in my dreams
But in my heart, as I am in love with you!
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
FLY LIKE A BIRD
Love one another with your growing heart,
God has been watching you from the start.
Always remember the devil is watching you to,
Trying to get you to do dirty deeds so he can get you.
Always keep you heart with love and care,
If you don't, the devil will be waiting down there.
Live you life with laughter and a smile,
Mean and cruel that is the devils style.
The devil is always watching with his eyes down below,
Just waiting to take your soul.
Believe in God and he will not let you down,
Show the devil your heart is full of love,not a frown.
Your life will be much better if you put your faith in God,
Show the devil your not going to be part of his awful squad.
God is Good,God is great,
Treat others with care,you will be at heaven's gate.
When you cheat,lie,and steal,
That is the devil's work for real.
Pray and believe in God's word,
It's the best path to heaven to fly like a bird.
WROTE THIS TODAY APRIL 12,2013
Copyright © susan simpkins | Year Posted 2013
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)
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)
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
All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.
I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape.
My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.
Copyright © Omesha Curry | Year Posted 2013
“Who cooks for you?”
asked the Bard.
Who prepares your meal?
Do you sup alone?
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
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