chirruping the sweetest songs
morning has broken
Poem inspired by this wonderful Beatles song sung in Scottish Gaelic by Julie Fowlis
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
Perched from approaching danger quite at home high up on the tree
gazing encompassing the full view of everything around me
Listening to the whispers of the breeze flowing through the forest trees
Autumn leaves gracefully waltz downward on the woodland floor sea
Movement sounds of rustling leaves beneath the canopy of trees
Silently I fly spreading my wings striking with my talons wide
Down into the world with impact force I snatch my prey with pride
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
(The Sun is Out)
I dare to hope and dream,
Of flowers that never fade
Of splendid and exotic creatures
All living in perfect harmony.
I dream of tranquil earthly paradise,
A keen euphoric garden of Eden,
Created by my one and true Lord.
Alas that man sinned and now
The garden of Eden is closed.
So let us together embark upon a journey,
In earnest search and ardent expectation
Of peace and love and blissful pleasure.
Let us travel down a mighty river
In a small pirogue, winding its way
Along the fern lined banks
Admiring the cypress and the tall pine trees.
The river turns into a valley,
Where mighty willows weep and dip
Their lower branches in the fresh icy stream.
All around, we smell the scent of flowers,
Butterflies with gossamer wings
Flit untiringly from bloom to bloom
While insects seem to have composed
A lively concert of their own.
We hear the music of the song birds,
Especially the multicolored martin pescador,
Finches practicing their fine tunes
to serenade the attractive female mate.
We spy warblers, sparrows, and orioles
Dancing from branch to branch
Or birds of prey soaring over the ancient firs
Trying to catch some unsuspecting fish
That swims beneath the calm surface
Of a smooth and tranquil lake.
Such magic moments mesmerize our senses,
As we witness the birth of day.
We find ecstasy in Our Lord's creations.
His wondrous hand enhances nature,
Fascinates our spirit with uninhibited joy
Expanding the joyous hope for all humanity.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light
Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry
Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun
Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
In the daylight hours, I spend my time
So high on a perch, in a lofty pine
Where I fluff and comb my pretty plumes
And wait for the rise of the silver moon
I bob and weave on the top of the tree
Watching my world, in dimensions of three
My golden eyes fixed, on the fallen leaves
As I wait for the night, so patiently
At the set of sun, and the rise of moon
In the Croatan forest, near Camp Le Jeune
With a piercing screech, I take to the sky
On the wind, with silent wings, I fly
Over forest and swamps, on a winter night
Dipping and swaying like a wind-blown kite
In search of a rabbit, a rat or a bat
Until I find one, there's no turning back
Over Emerald Isle, and wind-swept dunes
I fly, so freely, neath a silver moon
For miles along the Atlantic shore
Engrossed in the din of that oceans roar
I hear from a distance, the stir of a hare
And see her dining, on sea grasses there
Her nibbling nose, like a lure, to my eyes
As I, with the speed of lightning, fly
Then swooping straight down, without a sound
I wrap my talons, so tightly around
The slow, soft beat, of a dying heart
As bits of fur, fly away in the dark
A Great Horned Owl, I'm a bird of prey
With the wind at my back, I make my way
With the chill of winter, a melt on my breast
I return triumphantly to my nest.
For contest sponsored by Eve Roper
Written: February 12, 2016
Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016
Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes.
Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow
not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow,
I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow
his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know.
So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing
which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing,
The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring
when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything.
Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late
and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait,
to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date
then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate.
I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree
where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see,
a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be
when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me.
Written on February 6th, 2016
Owls Personification Contest
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016
arrogant and proud
nothing ruffles his feathers
train of eyes watching
*The peacock’s tail is known as a train
8th April 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
It’s been a long day beneath hot sun,
with sunset looming and daylight done,
came across water with a stand of trees,
deep in shadow with a zephyr breeze;
a perfect place to camp for the night,
joined by galahs in the fading light,
with swag rolled out near a cooking fire,
heating up a damper and then retire.
Stars like crystal light the outback sky,
way out here they don’t seem so high,
Dingoes howl beyond a red sand dune,
a mopoke hoots ‘neath a silver moon.
And through the night as I try to sleep,
the night feeders either call or creep,
could there be a pig or a kangaroo?
maybe a camel or an old emu.
Sunrise breaks on my morning camp,
The sky is lemon and leaves are damp.
I poke the ash and I grass the fire,
add kindling and the flames reach higher.
I hear the call of a warbling wren,
a butcherbird and a water hen.
There’s nothing better than bird song,
by a campfire near a billabong.
The billy boils for a cup of tea,
bacon and eggs sit upon my knee,
already the thermals are in the sky,
a wedge-tailed eagle is soaring high…
passing by with babbling words,
is a feeding family of apostle birds,
all quite content to stop for a chat,
as long as I feed them bacon fat.
Sunrise has lifted on my morning camp,
the suns’ in the sky, now nothing damp,
I roll my swag and I douse the fire,
with the campsite left as it was prior
for the budgerigar and the cockatoo,
or a flock of redrumps passing through.
I won’t see them for I’m on my way;
perhaps next year on another day.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU Dancing Bird
Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window,
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him.
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.
Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony.
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before. I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons.
Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.
Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2010
blackbirds in the rain
walking among the fallen leaves
under the old mango tree
with dripping leaves
bathing the grass below
blackbirds diligently lifting
the rain soaked fallen leaves
peering underneath for insects
by the drizzling rain
pausing to gulp one down
then scooting off again
searching for more
sitting under the shed
with raindrops playing their music
on the galvanised sheet roof
with a beat
within my inner being
putting me in a trance
connecting me to the rain
and the puddles on the ground
with the raindrops
gently tapping the water's surface
creating rings that collide
with one another
disrupting their individual shapes
creating a dynamic new pattern
reflecting their unity
and bubbling with energy
in the drizzling rain
O what a deep feeling
of peacefulness and serenity
with the rain
the dripping leaves
and the puddles
serenading my spirit
with the eternal song of Nature
and merging it into the
Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse.
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014
Soaring Hawk poised high
Back drop a deep sapphire sky
Winds in attendance
Mighty wings unfold
Caressing the Wind Spirits
They lift and support
Circling Hawk perceives
Rainbow circle on a cloud
Framed is his shadow
On oceans of blue
Snow hills of clouds seem to float
On silvered ripples
Waves swell as they curl
White manes gracefully flow
Rolling to the shore
Higher still soars Hawk
Wind Spirits on either side
Carry him upwards
Land and mountains meld
Lofty mountains crown the land
Hawk gracefully glides
Towards the shore he observes
His island in bloom
Festooned in colour
Hibiscus - Red, Gold and Pink
In leafy bouquets
Flowers - Pale yellow
Their sweet perfume exuding
Riding on the Winds
Romance in the air
Couples hold hands and frolic
An Island in love
Hawaiian Hawk proud
Sees everything - land and sea
Wind voices whisper
Of Rebirth, Growth and Culture
Hawaii has heard
We recently visited Hawaii, one of our favorite holiday destinations, once again we were carried away with the ambience and peacefulness of this Island Paradise.
In collaboration with my Husband Ron, our inspiration came while viewing the breath taking panorama from the 16th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach Resort. The Waikiki beach, the beautiful gardens and the mountains all formed the picture. But we needed a story and the Spirit legends supplied the theme.
All this got put together on the aircraft on our way back home to Australia.
We have tried to capture and share some of the essence which is the Spirit of this beautiful island, its rebirth of culture that’s embroidered in the legends of a traditional Hula dance.
The Red Hibiscus (koki'o'ula) is the flower of the big island, while the Gold flower mentioned - The vibrant, sunshine-hued Yellow Hibiscus (ma'o hau hele) is Hawaii's official National flower. In Hawaiian culture, Hibiscus is a symbol of old royalty & communicates power and respect.
The Hawk Kaha Ka ‘lo - the highest Chiefs where often called ‘lo – ‘Hawk with eyes that can see everywhere’
Ku Mahani ‘Rising Wind’ has a position of power grace and motion.
Ka Leo O Haukine ‘The voice of the Wind’, is so named.
The two Winds according to the legend, are the voices of ancestors who listen and speak through the winds. Together they are the Spirits that uplift the mighty ‘Lo – The Hawaiian hawk.
Some of the imagery described is seen from the aircraft as it would be seen through the eyes of the Hawaiian Hawk.
The circular rainbow, for those who have not been fortunate to have witnessed this rare phenomenon, it actually does exist.
POTD 14th April 2017
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Summer Nights in the South
Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night
and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh.
Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky
chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white.
A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air
from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above
professing by lullaby, sincerely devoted love,
like some sublimely recited evening prayer.
I lay back and smile, through the leaves, at the moon
to the sound of crops rippling in the breeze
thinking how precious are nights such as these
when alone, with the Earth I commune.
*Summer Tanagers (Piranga rubra) are native to the southern U.S. but are not true tanagers. They are actually members of the cardinal family.
Submission for Contest: Nature Poems Only
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
Enchanting melodies call me to the lush green forest, the
calls of soprano birds singing to my spirit, heart, soul, blissfully.
Sweet rhapsodies enthrall me to dwell within this intoxicating forest.
Trancelike and enraptured, I fall into the emerald and the lovely wildflowers,
and the forest has a magical spell on my beauty. I dwell in this green dream.
Stillness, you will find with me in the lush, do not be afraid, just step into rapture.
You will find euphoria and peace, now take my hand and you will be transported . . .
June 28, 2016
Acrostic Free Verse
For the contest, Ecstasy
sponsor, John Hamilton
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
Watching the trees
get whipped by wind and rain,
I thought of the birds
of falling nests
why are there none
at my window today?
Yesterday they were here,
when the liquid curtains fell
Let them seek shelter here.
I hear them distantly,
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2013
Watch the birds in flight
As they soar from sight
Over verdant canopies,
With their nests below
Tiny feathers grow
On their fledglings in the trees.
Hungry mouths to feed
With the gathered seed
Found upon the dewy sod,
Which the skylark brings.
Afterward she sings
Her sweet gift of song to God.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Dr. Ram’s
‘The Alouette Contest’
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
In my white feathered coat, I look divine.
I hunt at night, but also in bright day.
My bold rounded eyes as gold amber shine.
Dawn guilds my broad wing span flying away.
Soaring silent I clear steep mountain's crest,
Then swoop with precision to snatch my prey.
My talons cling tight to my beating breast,
Till I feed my owlets a father's way.
Gliding high o'er Arctic tundra I roam.
Lemmings are known as my favorite quest.
Soon I will prepare a warm cozy home
In early May when I build a large nest.
There's danger of wolves and foxes when near,
The prime predators we snowy owls fear.
For Personification Owl contest by Eve Roper
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
embroidered silk plumage,
fashioned by fingertips of the
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015
Is Beethoven's ensemble fairer than nature's psalms?
Amidst a crowning sun: ears and eyes are drugged,
drenched with tender notes, orchestrated by greens,
inhale deep, the aromatic blossoms from the vine
with their lilting swell, brushed shades of fine wine.
Listen, listen to the sudden leap, the vibrato of bird song
or the raucous winds rubbing against house-corners
and the blithering brook carrying tales of who?
As you walk attuned to the crunch of the brown foliage.
When the cobalt skies turn to ash - gray mode,
hear heaven's vault lament, drizzling sobs to loud weeps
when day's face in angst pout or blush beside the beloved.
Feel your feet push or pull deluged by the liquid fingers
of the sea; in whites, they murmur ripples. They tremble
and stir, savor the flavor, a brief interlude:
Nature's power: tones, sharps, curls, pants. It slants
aiming to reach a rest upon blues of sky at its zenith,
The darting patterns curves, verves are diapered
wanting to delight, to wonder, to shock, to soothe.
~~~Inspired by the painting: Blue and Green Music by Georgia O'Keeffe 1921
*** I am always glad to be taunted by learning drive with you Debbie Guzzi,
thank you so much...
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
6:06 pm, January 10, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016
Eagle flying high, just a dot in the sky
I fly in to join you and circle with you
together we take delight in plummeting down
then climbing back up to float on thermals
The landscape below shows trees the size of matches
individual flowers too small to see just splashes
of many different hues blending into each other
the steady wind ruffles my feathers as I tease you
Playing and courting we bond once more
and set about setting our eyrie to rights
high up on the steep jagged cliff top
any danger spotted miles away from this vantage point
I take turns with you sitting on our eggs
then off to hunt I soar searching for my prey
there down there a fat young rabbit grazes
I swoop down and now dinner daintily I eat
Replete I retire to the tree tops
and spread my wings basking in the sun
life is good so very good
soon the cycle restarts with my chicks
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Where twilight songs search of beauty
like syllables broke apart
I count each step to find your heart
where velvet words resonate
and azure moonlight softly hangs
in brushed hues of melody..
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2015
I am keeper of the midnight clock
A watchful eye, when darkness peaks
With one eye closed to mock your sleep,
The other eye revolves to keep
the world in check 'till morning breaks
They often wonder where I hide
when evening shadows stretch out long
My saucer eyes, will search the night
as a sentinel until first light
I perch, attached to the red-tile slope
upon the ridge, and then will scope
for predators within the grid
In the shadows of the evening's grace
I'm a silhouette on moonlight's face
You can trust my wisdom and my song
For I am keen to know, somehow
how time itself, will sway and bend
I'll stay awhile, become your friend
Then off I'll fly, when summer ends
When first the chill of autumn's call,
you will look for me as twilight falls
to say farewell, for I am called
But, halls of dark are lonely now
Without me there, wind can't compare
For now, you see, the loft is bare
When summer echoes in the wind
it will call for me, and I'll be there
When you hear sounds, much like the wind
You'll know it's me, with a lonely whoooo
I won't be asking who are you
It's just my way, to say I'm home
2/5//16 Submitted for "Owls" Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly ascending, from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven
Gliding with ease is the shape of an eagle
swooping on wings that have lifted my soul
Reverently regal, the rare golden eagle
flies overhead while leaving its shadow
Scouting the timber for one special tree
it circles the forest, so high, in the pines
Far in the branches, limbs cradle her nest
She'll pause for a rest, where her fledglings will feed
safe from the bite, of the darkest of night
Deep from abyss of the narrowest canyons,
she'll soar like a plane to the clouds in the sky
I close tight my eyes, and will dream I'm beside her
Far above treetops......I wish I could fly.
I'd look at the world, in the softness of dawn
and wish for such peace, until my tears overcome
Written for "Golden Eagle Contest"
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
Great Blue Heron
Oh Great Blue Heron found along our shores,
Your stately presence in the water shows
A setting so sublime in quiet marsh
Where flowing grasses sway in gentle breeze,
And water ripples glisten in the sun…
Untamed and free, you follow nature’s way.
Alone you stand, majestic bird, with feet
In water flow, your lifeline to survive…
So motionless, you seem unreal indeed,
While listening for prey beneath, aware
The frogs and fish lay victim to your strike
From agile neck and snapping hungry beak.
What are you thinking in your vigilance
While tuning in for movement near your feet?
Are you envisioning that special prey
That might be sustenance for you today?
What lurks behind your eyes, intent and still,
While you await your chance to make the kill.
Untamed and free, you follow nature’s way
Where flowing grasses sway in gentle breeze,
And water ripples glisten in the sun…
A setting so sublime in quiet marsh…
Your stately presence in this water shows
You are the Great Blue Heron of our land.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: For The Birds
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Please don’t ruffle my feathers
It is very rude when you stare
I have the most sensitive hearing
And I know you are lurking there
I mainly venture out at night
For I really am quite shy
Many people don’t even see me
For I don’t make a noise when I fly
My head can turn 270 degrees
So my eyesight is extremely good
Under cover of dark I lurk in the shadows
So you may not see me in the wood
I have two enormous eyes to see my prey
My face is shaped like a heart
I have a beak instead of a nose
I swoop on a mouse like a dart
I am a master of clever disguise
My feathers can camouflage me
You may not even be aware I’m there
I can blend in with the bark of a tree
My family of owlets stay with me
We stay near our roost in the spring
Our chatter is special, we hoot twit twooo
But you won’t ever hear us sing!
First three stanzas of the poem to be published in January 2017 by Cambridge University Press
Contest Owls Personification form
Sponsor Eve Roper
Submitted to Premiere Contest #9
Sponsored by Skat A
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
I Am a Humming Bird
So small I am, a wonder of the skies,
With wings of breathless speed I gently land
Upon bright blossoms where I find the prize
That offers me my sustenance as planned.
Oh sweetest nectar, joy of life, I find,
Among the fields in bushes, plants and trees,
In opened buds is happiness confined
To be extracted with my expertise.
I, humming bird, so small in the grand scheme,
Do make my mark in nature’s simple ways,
To use my energy, fulfill my dream
And capture joy—with nectar live my days.
Among Earth’s sweetest blooms I am complete
Where nature offers gifts of nectar sweet.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Picture Yourself As A Bird
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Humming Bird – Meaning: Joy, Nectar of Life
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Deep in the Florida steamy everglades,
A single blue heron strides in cobalt blue water;
Regal and grand with grey and azure plume feathers,
The call- a harsh croak that penetrates the calm.
On the water's edge amongst wild grasses and ferns,
Perhaps a bulky stick nest is hidden with pale blue eggs;
The landscape is graceful, quiet and oh so beautiful,
Rich with hues of green foliage blowing in the breeze.
The atmosphere is soggy, humid and hot,
And in the deep stillness the blue heron stands majestic;
An image held in time- the beauty captured,
In a photograph that I will treasure ever.
February 14, 2015
Submitted to the contest, New or Old 3
sponsor, Eve Roper
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
I looked out to a morning drear
Nothing there to cause me cheer,
But when I looked outside again
Upon my gate there sat a wren.
God bless this tiny little thing
The wren, he now began to sing.
He sang such a happy tune
His sweet refrain dispelled my gloom.
It was such a joyful song,
My unwelcome dreary morning, gone.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016
Commitment is the life of doves; they never stray apart.
Unlike humans, their oneness has meaning enough to bind them.
Forever till death, they mate; accomplishing more than humans.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015