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Details | Quatrain |

Night Owl

Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.

With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.

He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.

Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.

I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.

A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?

My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013


Details | Personification |

I Am An Owl

Who can change what it is to be me?
The owl, hidden there in a night's beauty,
a beauty that most don't even try to see.

I am a deceiver in the shadows
who can show you a different light,
and open your eyes, once closed.

Come nearer. I am not known to bite;
there is nothing here to be afraid of.
Who is just your friend in the night?

In darkness, who will hear my call?
I may be wise for my age at times,
though I never claim to know it all.

My voice is heard; still I go unseen.
Tell me who is magical and mystical,
and yet, all things in between?




Owl: mystery of magic, omens, silent wisdom, vision in the night, deception

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

The Swan

Upon the lakes they do swim gliding so effortlessly   
These species of graceful waterfowl the largest of anatidae family
In their beautiful pure white plumage with elegant long curved necks
Blunted beaks and big webbed feet living together by water's edge                                            
These magnificent creatures of the waters are a sign of purity and love	
Remind us of the blessings in our relationships a gift from heaven above
If all goes well in there pairing they will stay together for rest of their life’s
When they glide upon the waters of our awareness they bring us deep insight            




These birds of Mother Nature they’re exquisite and unique                   
Bearing exotic waves of beauty to our dreams as we do sleep                          
They swim around in our divine mind adding colours of delight  
Encouraging us to spread our wings and take our glorious flight
Courting occurs on rivers and lakes throughout the known world
Whilst they live on plant life tiny fish and scattered bread as well
You might see them duck their heads as they feed upon their foods
But you better beware of their aggression whilst they protect their broods     




The elegance of these myterious birds are displayed in a ballet dancer
Dancing into our emotions with their romantic artisticpower                                     
Transforming our souls with delightful moves bringing us into harmony
With a brilliant performance of balance, control and technical flexibility
The beautiful dying swan pours its heart out as death draws near            
Greeting this with an exceptional beautiful ending balladeer
Its modulated voice singing the swan-song of death so sweet
This harmonious sound can be heard as its last creative piece




The crown retain the ownership to all unmarked mute swans 
A ceremony takes place once a year and lasts for five days long
Swan upping is a tradition dated back to the twelfth century 
Markers row up and down the rivers paying tribute to the Queen
In England they’re a protected species and owned by Her Majesty
The wing spans on these wonderful birds can extent to several feet
These sacred aquatic birds male and female cobs and pens
Those little cygnets and swanlings on a swan lake that never ends




© Copyright KC.Leake
8th December 2014
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014


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 | Monorhyme |

Tropical Nightingale



Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Monoku |

Two Birds

The Tao stares at its reflection on a lake as two birds.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Because

I loved a man, because and because.
He was dear to me then, and now.
Don't search for reasons for my because...
You'll never find them out.

I loved a man, for why and for why.
A different man, you see.
Don't search for reasons for my for why.
The doves are in the trees.

The doves in the trees have secrets, you know.
They coo them all full out.
But only the birds know what they say -
why I loved both the men.


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7/31/2015

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Contest  - Poem that time forgot 2

Sponsor - Silent One

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A Win

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme |

Midnight Visit

Thump and flutter, scared me at first you see.
Again a flutter, flapping, what could it be,
Then as I peered at window above me,
What did my eyes look upon, oh golly gee?
Red bird upon the screen, was it a he or a she.
No matter of fact makes any difference to thee.
I grabbed my camera quick, before it could flee.
Zooming in with the lens, capturing it free,
Flittering, now still its tail spread outwardly.
Upon the flash, the red bird flew into a tree.
I quickly pressed buttons almost every key.
Hoping, I captured the red bird frantically.
I captured this redbird upon the screen easily.
Now I had proof of my midnight visit, truly.
This night, a beautiful red bird, visited quickly.
What purpose or sign did it have any physically?
No idea, maybe just a crazy red bird’s decree,
No matter what, it is a proven, real live story.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |

Ode To Canadian Geese Haiku

anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
 'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!

Canada’s Geese © HAIKU

All Northern Geese ‘crop’	
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!


Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU

Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’ 
Two tails split ends!


Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU

Touristic ‘fly-bys’ 
Soar far north in summer months 
Down south in winter!


Canadian Geese © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’ 
Comings and goings!
 

Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese consent
 To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!


Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU

‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
 Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!


Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
'V-trailing'  geese to the sky 
Masses 'enlist' onward!



Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese mark
 'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped  destinies!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Blackbird

life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play

So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?

A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows

Bright lights flash into your quiet dream
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams

I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow

love flies so fast away
on this frozen day, by the old window
love warms my heart today

A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry

Weather beating wings falling open wide
A shivering heart eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow

I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away thru the old window
Where we love to play


written 04/02/2012  by: cynthiaFerguson

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Heroic Couplets |

Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst beneath the sky, no longer bound by fear
Casting off his worldly flesh, he leapt into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." 

                                                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…

Copyright © Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | 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 | Narrative |

A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE hubris or BIRD BRAIN

                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
                       

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.




Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

GREEN KINGFISHER



Along a shady mangrove through glens of green, I romp around, the air teasing my curly hair; And in a dash , a tiny fowl softly rattles life’s movements: Harkening, harkening as its emerald crown bops Much like the wave of rippled ponds… and I gaze at this divinity of nature, her own secrecy. Lush emerald wings flutter beside me As if to trade stories of the life we own, That my feet prance about beneath an olive sky Gently weaving upon jade grasses on a mound… This kingfisher warbles along tunes of joy and angst Until the olive- varnished trees bow to us. I somehow curtsy wondering how a birdsong’s trill Can hush the mangrove, the entire glen; All harkening in noble silence, undefined by night’s pose While agate eyes of a kingfisher mirrors my own dreams, A lady with cilantro feathers tinged with angst and joy Drooling a canticle of solace… as the bird roams far off into the late, late duskfall. United Colors: Green, Contest for Silent One 3/ 03/ 2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

The priest who wants to rest

Whoever dwells now in that nest?
Nightingales?
Or the priest who wants to rest?

Wherever is my cousin, the pest?
With Ted?
Or the priest who wants to rest?

This morning a minor sin I confessed.
To whom?
To the priest who wants to rest.

Look! He is getting undressed!
Who?
The priest who wants to rest.

Hush! Quiet or he'll be distressed!
Who?
The priest who wants to rest.

You speak Manx? He'll be impressed!
Who?
The priest who wants to rest.

I need ants! Who can help in my quest?
You?
Or the priest who wants to rest?

TV shan't get your brain blessed.
Who said so?
The priest who wants to rest.

He claims to have climbed the Everest.
Yikers!
The priest who wants to rest?

Dinner is ready but we're missing a guest!
Which one?
The priest who wants to rest.

Toilet's occupied! I can't hold it! I protest!
Who's in there?
The priest who wants to rest!!!

He's done with his nap. Yes, you guessed.
Bingo!
The infamous priest that you detest.

April 29 2014

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Contest: Any Poem # 29
Place # 3.
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Fecklessness

straws
at sixes and sevens
on a crow's nest

Copyright © Elias Uddin | 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.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Parrot Green

I came across a parrot green
and it led me to a jungle
with large fruits,
and stayed and stared with its round eyes
while I ate some fruit.

It led me to another place,
and looked so beautiful as it 
flew across the untamed land
with me in tow
and wondering at its quest.

Another place, another place,
and always with more fruit.
The parrot needed human kind,
but I could not discern why,
and why it would choose me...


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3rd place win

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Contest  - United Colours: Green

Sponsor - Silent One

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Murder Mystery

Between the snow and clouds cover
City light sets the silver scene
For the million blackest stars
Pouring overhead
The inverse Milky Way
Their feathers offer soundtrack
As though Beethoven's wings
Which bring them to alight upon
The winter's leafless trees
Ruffled coal magnolias
Strange foliage indeed
They then commence
Without a ruckus
Cooing softly
One and each

I have waited my whole life
To see this haunting mystery show
I stand for hours
In awe
Agape
Till my feet just get too cold

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Diminished Hexaverse |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

THE MYSTERY OF THE OWL

The Mystery of the Owl

Owls are such an interesting breed of birds
What are they thinking?
Do they ponder the mysteries of the world with just a simple blink?
….It just makes me stop and think….

What actually goes on in the mind of an owl?
Do they ponder the perplexity of mankind?
Do they measure the amount of evil?
I say owls are the most intelligent of birds 
And they have been stolen as a symbol of evil
For there is nothing truly evil about an owl
They are the most sacred of all the birds in heaven
Surely if you ever met one in the heavenlies
He would have an opinion on this matter

No Bohemian Grove ceremony!
No child sacrifices to Lucifer!
An owl in all of his wisdom would fly as far away from this evil!

When you arrive in the heavenlies and stand before the Creator
You will learn of the mysteries including the mystery of the owl
An owl is a loving friend that sits on the shoulder of our Creator
You can even have one as a friend if you pray hard enough

So the next time you consider an owl
Remember this quaint little story 
Remember that everything upon this earth is truly not what it seems
For in the book of Matthew it is written, Ask and It Shall Be Given
For this is how I learned of the MYSTERY OF THE OWL!


8-3-14




Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Humming Bird Moths At Moon Rise

Luna flower spread open scented blossom
In response to the full moon's soft yellow glow
So much designed like a Sand Dollar
Amazing the resemblence even with first sight

Humming Bird Moths drawn to the glowing white
The irresistable beauty and appealing scent
Ten were buzzing, humming drinking nectar
From white beauty by only moonlight

Ants were working even at night 
Drawn to the goodness that will leave at dawn
Preparing a storehouse of goodness for winter
So that the species can survive to rule summer picnics

That scented sticky nectar must be delicious
Tasting like a very rich clover honey
So sweet that just a tiny amount sweetens
So many slices of simple bread

Amazing the blessings to enjoy from simplicity
The simplest things in life sometimes give goodness
That wealth can't provide
Sometimes wealth has gardens but not enjoyed

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Bird - Caged

  Trapped in a cage, an iron shell
    Perhaps yearning to be free
       Just like a prisoner in a cell
    Who feels the pain of caged agony

     It patiently bides it's time
       Choosing its options with care
   In silence it attempts  a mime
       Enduring desolate  nights without fear
A slight opening comes into view
     The chance is here and none too soon

 It spreads its wings as if on cue
      And heads out to the great beyond
Now no boundaries can  ensnare it's soul
         As endless mysteries then unfold




Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Friday Morning

The sun dialed up another day on Friday
You could feel the corn and grass that rises in the field
Highways saw the first rays of day from the horizon
Black asphalt laid a path just right on either side             
Other life forms roll on by

Trucks drive down the dawn toward blinding light
Sun glasses perched on solid noses as they squint
Strong men behind the wheels of tractor trailers grimace
Begin the work of dragging loads too heavy for the road
Streaming down the highway without a word

Blue birds avoided close collisions with the speeding demons
Larger than them but not as agile
Wings take to places they have never been
Naturally the bodies of the birds follow with them in the wind

Their guidance systems are down to a science we call time
For them it is simply the way they feel and they feel fine
Flying in the fields of green and yellow magic
Disappearing at the speed of morning light

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

A Dialectical View

On the ground, stark still
The child immobile stared, saw
Its dead broken will
            *
Songless feathers cold
Limping back from shivered tears
The bird speechless too
            *
One bird flies no more
Death disshevelled to it clings
Like a silent heart
            *
Each dying makes dust
Dust the silence of the song
Dust, death of a bird
            *
No post mortem whys
Knowledge sorrows has no cure
Death cloud us with sighs
            *
One tear glistened then
The mother tugged her away
Heart beating like wings
            *
Dead before the church
In coldness, nothing flies now
In the silent skies
            *
Hangs still the clod cloud
Air in air, a frozen will
Like a dead bird - falls
            *
Inexorable
The mortal thread dangling dust
To featherless wings
            *
A bird's desire fled
To this feathered crumbled heap
Shall I trust to sleep?

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010

Details | Pantoum |

DAWN BENEATH THE IVORY TOWER ------ contest entry

(draft ii)

A rivulet of light appeared,
-- the denouement of night was near.
The birds began to wake the years
-- for fools, and knaves, and cavaliers. 

The denouement of night was near.
-- With feathered songs they hid their fears.
For fools, and knaves, and cavaliers
-- their fortunes, yet, were still unclear.

With feathered songs they hid their fears,
-- as stars began to disappear.
Their fortunes, yet, were still unclear,
-- and wise men taught their lessons queer.

As stars began to disappear
-- rivulets of light appeared,
while wise men taught their lessons queer
-- the birds were gone into the years. 

Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Wizard Dream Feather

            Wizard Dream Feather

Four ancient stone cups filled with potions
Distinctly different spells filled to the top
Consumed by a bearded, ancient, wrinkled man
Downed from left to right in perfect sequential order
Down to the wizard mystic world enchantment spot
Old man breaths in powdered breath of blue
Above a pewter plate of silver gray
Molecules take on the magic of the mystic dish
Commingled atoms swirling
Wood table brightly lighted in the lab/library room
The dream feather comes from within
Hovers above the empty saucer sacred air
From nothing appears a spark of life
Nowhere in nature is it found but floating there
Empty plate displays a bird like invention clear
Plume curved slightly up and tall takes form
Stands two inches high in full rotation slow
Spiral like, soft on the edges brown and light
Scarlet red fills in the feather center
Neon yellows round out the shape
The lesson of the day is full deduction
Where does this rare duck specimen belong?
What is the origin wright or wrong? 
This ornithological exercise still to be determined
Measured to conclusions on feathered strength
Wizard dreams puzzle to that end

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015