A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
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Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.
The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully,
each bird taking a turn on point.
All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone,
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us,
of dying unknown.
A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.
Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.
After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.
February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
is not a crime, but still;
birds are kept in steel jails.
- Augastus Black
Date - 28th August 2016
Copyright © Augustus Black | Year Posted 2016
I was sitting on the steps
;Taking s break from cutting the grass;
I spied a bird in flight, he dove down in front of me;
He landed began walking, walking on the grass heading toward the tree,;
All this right in front of me!
He was singing, chirping;
He was speaking, talking;
He was bobbing his head up and down;
While eating the bugs off the ground;
And I thought to myself I said;
Lord are there birds in heaven!
And if there are what do you need them for!
Lord are there birds up in heaven;
Robins, sparrows, crows;
Many, many other kinds of birds that of which I didn't know;
I was walking down the sidewalk in the park
It was a late spring evening just before dark
I saw an oriole in the trees
Seems like he was calling me
He began walking, walking on the grass heading toward the tree
He was singing, chirping!
He was speaking, talking;
He was bobbing his head up and down
Eating the bugs off of the ground
Oh! Peteinon , Peteinon
Oh, Orneon, Orneon Orneon, oph Peteion, Orneon
And I thought to myself, I said
Lord are there birds up in heaven
And if there are what do you need them for
Lord are there birds up in heaven
Robins, sparrows and crows
Many, many more do many others that of which I don' t know
Are there birds in heaven
June 3 2012
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
Elder jays roam the tainted winds in herds,
Alighting upstream like most holy birds
Into the threshold of an inky night,
And journey forth with brave rafters, onwards
For lofty a view, their sweet rest’s delight.
Although clouds withdraw from a hued backdrop
This avian route, dismal, nary a flop
Under bloodstained gust surviving a dodge;
Before piteous age taints life , non-stop
With hopes to reach their own destiny’s lodge.
Yet, the valiant flock abandons a cry
Invoking hymns droning a lullaby
Through morn hours, the conception of new birth
Sends angel wings on gates of heaven’s sky…
Enshrining old jays’ flight with endless mirth!
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
The elements of the heavens above
Where the birds go swaying and dipping down
And the clouds mist their way along the sky
There the dark sky shrouds the moon with a gown
In awe I spread my arms just to accept
The nature of the clouds and the cool air
Beams of white light coming out from the moon
Adds to the serenity that’s out there
I hold out my hand to receive a drop
A drop of dew from the heavens above
Tenderly I kiss it and fill my soul
Makes me want to fly with the birds I love
The highest point of the sky before space
Is where I end up, looking at the stars
No other beauty compares to this trip
I slowly fall back amongst the briars
I live meagerly here on this vast Earth
Then I fly again amongst the great clouds
I often go see with the birds up high
Joyously live my days with all that’s proud
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.
My heart sings and I dance too:
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.
Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know God watches over me.
If you think about it, I’m sure you will have to agree.
He can count all the stars in the sky, and call them by name...
He knows your heart’s cries and who is to blame.
I’m thankful for God’s watchful eye,
Because he understands when you question why.
He has given us all many different things,
But to go to Heaven does not come without strings.
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Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016
That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony
I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?
Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say
To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift
For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air
I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long
Copyright © Grace Cyrus | Year Posted 2013
Spring now sleeps, and summer's old alarm clock crackles,
as angels knit new colors, gleefully humming in line
while collecting more lightly frosted clouds for later.
Now, they place the feathery pastels upon the blue vine.
Dusk slowly closes like a curtain on the sleepy land.
Shooting petals lengthen as the daily daffodil departs.
This waterfall of weightlessness marks its presence,
just like when true love leaps between two hearts.
Blushing comets court sky for moments of immorality.
A cardinal calls upon the ability to become a crimson kite,
wanting a solo dance with the elegant singing theater.
The bird is a ruby ring upon the hand of Heaven's light.
Angels hold hands in the hierarchy kingdom while
the collage rustles for a few more minutes in place.
Night nods and carefully slips on the ebony hat, and
all are caught by our earth, the beautiful marbled vase.
July 19th 1996
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016
What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again
You'll be the same old guy to all of them
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
I spied the dark little spitfires
fork-tailed and white breasted,
over the river bank
and then my head they crested
Then the couple would part
to scour the tops of the reeds
and meet triumphant
amongst the leafy trees
Their speedy haphazard unreasonable flight
filled me with a piqued delight
Why couldn’t I live their life for a day?
To sing their exquisite joy,
to speed, to swoop,
to somersault, to dart and loop
but sadly I am forever earthbound
But in my mind
having escaped this earthly prison
I may be a house martin
reaching for heaven
Copyright © Tony Crowther | Year Posted 2015
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
I do not know?
Today I Saw A Bird
Today I saw a bird flying in the sky..it reminded me of you. I opened up my window and let it come thru, it sang me a song and put me to sleep, and in my dream took me to where you would be. I took hold of your hand and looked in your eyes, then told you how I’ve missed you and tried not to cry. We spent all day laughing and talking about things, reminiscing on old memories and how long its been. We layed in a meadow and stared at the sky , I turned my head gently as a tear left my eye. The sky slowly got darker as night time grew near, you looked at me and said, ‘‘ There’s nothing to fear, I’ll always be with you, in good times and bad and one day we’ll be together again so please don’t be sad.. Its time for you to wake up now and get back to your life, and I’ll be here waiting for you on the day you arrive.’’ Today I saw a bird, it reminded me of you ..I opened up my window.. And let it come thru..
Copyright © mandy carrillo | Year Posted 2014
When a sparrow falls
Do the other birds notice?
Do they search for you in vain
As they wonder at your fate?
Do your feathered brethren mourn
As I do inside when I discover
Your tiny, spent, lifeless form
Discarded there in the gutter
Of an oblivious and uncaring city?
Will any living creature remember
Your sweet, happy songs
And your little birdie desires
And your charming little
As you tried your best to survive?
In grieving for you, perhaps
I also take pity on myself
Or, more properly, on my own
Slowly fading physical form.
But then again,
Perhaps my sadness arises
From a wish to follow you there
Into a freer, happier world.
Though our mortal forms must perish
Our truest selves shall always persist.
Even as Time weeps for Its departed
Eternity rejoices in their return.
Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015
take my hands
and I'm still here
and I go into your chest
after all you have left.
and I do it just as light banishes darkness
with incomprehensible drained for fear
and do not know why.
Copyright © marinescu victor | Year Posted 2013
THREE SLICES OF BREAD
ABSENTLY TOSSED ON THE GRASS
MANNA FROM HEAVEN
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2017
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
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
This heaven and that flower garden.
Both are incomparable.
It seems like one pe flower
One tailed stars thousand.
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017