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Details | Couplet |

Saving Grace

Strident howling I heard and feared it was my cat Ran to the porch to find a ball of fluff at bat A large hawk dive-bombing on a wee baby owl To find it unprotected evoked a fierce scowl I stood between the aggressive hawk and its prey It lunged at me viciously ‘fore it flew away The barn owl sat on my porch, puffing for a while I christened the babe “Grace” and continued to smile She seemed content to stare at me that morn in spring It was at least ten minutes before Grace took wing When summer arrived with exhausting, dreadful heat I was swimming at night when I heard such a treat Grace had never even left my backyard, you see Her repayment for kindness was to croon to me As I moved some years later, I shed a few tears Knowing Grace’s nightly song I’d no longer hear Loyalty is built on faith and trust over time Though she’d once been small, I left her in her prime
*True event. I later learned that owls are very loyal creatures. Written July 29, 2014 and dedicated to Grace.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014


Details | Limerick |

A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME

Sue decided to send Jim a tweet She used words that were quite indiscreet Calling him a fat turd - (Using another word) Their romance has taken a back seat! 12~23~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Wildflowers

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


Details | Tanka |

Tanka 3


the screech owl dives
from a swift, starless sky
strange sounds stir my calm
as hungry night creatures hunt -
a stranger in my bed 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.

Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

''Little bird, what troubles thee''

Little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the worm of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds His tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the bane of misery

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU

        IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Birds of a Feather

Opposites may hold attraction
But lack lasting satisfaction.
Frequently push comes to shove.
In comes hate and out goes love.

Animals in fights and fleeings
Still are mostly social beings.
In a pinch, at end of tether,
Birds of a feather flock together.

Multitudes of furry creatures
Seem alike in lots of features.
Yet that’s not their point of view,
And they vie to prove this true.

Mockingbirds may sing like parrots.
Horses, rabbits crunch on carrots.
Many species act as one
To lark and run in the sun.
But in times of stormy weather,
Birds of a feather flock together.

Whether cat or dog or ferret,
Each as pet will have its merit.
Yet if all alone, where’er it,
Not a one can grin and bear it.

Humans also seek each other—
Father, mother, sister, brother—
Hither, thither, upper, nether,
Birds of a feather flock together.



~ Harley White

Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

The Time Store

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

The Onyx Bird

The saddest thing I ever saw
Lay splattered on the floor
An onyx bird with feathers sprawled
I hoped he’d made heaven’s door.

Although his mangled body lay
Lifelessly on sad display.
Those who passed didn’t seem dismayed
But on the road he lay that day

His eyes had lost all their light
With his ability for flight.
And now he rests in god's great might
But still it is a saddened sight.

Do believe me when I say
That was not the tragic part.

Because faithfully at his side
There was a mournful chide,
While ruby blood stains dried.
Another onyx bird will bide.

Forevermore she’ll always long
For his beautiful melodic song.
Until in heaven where they belong
Both the onyx birds may soar like one.

Copyright © Rochelle-Mari Smith | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic |

Blue Tits

Blue tits are singing outside my bedroom window, 
Every time I look there seems to be a bird you know, 
And their vocalisations make me aware of myself, 
Under the cuff sometimes and only on a shelf; 
They take me to nature, that vast canopy bright, 
Into truth and morality’s mechanisms of height, 
For a glimpse of who I am essentially, credentially, 
Unknown to me otherwise, were it not for that tit truly, 
Longing to get on with it, I go, more of my seeds to sow. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

In A Perfect World

                             





               In A Perfect World

              There once was a perfect world                                                         The future will yield yet another world of perfection
We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world,
Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one

                    Moreover, in a perfect world,                                                        War industries have ceased; farming machinery now blossoms
I see no wars but peace abounding; I see only love and no hate,                food and provisions for all; clean air, clear water; no poverty
                   
                    No earthquakes, firestorms, and no tragedies
Everyone of earth’s 6 billion plus sleeps in peace and eats contentedly
I see rain in due season; no destructive ocean storms for any reason                          

There is no United Nation, nuclear proliferation                                               or Mutually Assured Destruction; no bombs, guns, and tanks
I see no fighting over ranks, but giving of thanks

Jails and prisons are obsolete, there’s no criminal to seek
The evil hearts and the proud heads have disappeared;                               and the world has opened its arms for the pure and meek

Travel and touring are vastly popular, and planes never crash
There’s no CIA or covert operations anywhere; no terrorism blasts
There’s no more pain; no sicknesses or outbreaks killing masses

It’s a world of beasts and birds; one of insects and fish
They roam the air, the sea, the vast jungles and wilderness
None are wild nor eat each other, but feast the land’s bounty
02112016PS Contest, In A Perfect World

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

The Hen Feed

(Chuckie Egg) 

It’s perfect that the ducklings can eat Harry’s hen feed, 
Because those you don’t like are not neutral individuals, 
If they’re not for you, they’re against, trying to read, 
Your every move so as to impede your grove, divisionals. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Songbird

A delicate songbird
pampered 
though caged
love and trust 
not of issue
she will stay on and sing
while through the bars 
she is slipping
when the timing is right
to emerge a raven
cloaked by the night
indulging in passions
beyond little bird song
only love for her keeper
has her returned before dawn

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |

Bird Songs

Ever wonder to yourself as you
awaken at the start of your day,
what the birds may be saying to
one another as you kneel to pray.

Just use your imagination, maybe
you can guess what it is they say,
it just may surprise you to learn
what they may be saying today.

‘Good morning! “How are you?”
“Haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Tell me where have you been?”’

‘Good day! “How are you today?”
“It’s really good to see you again.”
“You sure do have a lot to say.”’

‘Hello! Hello! “How do you do?”
“It’s been awhile since I saw you.”
“What’s been going on with you?”’

‘Hey! I sure missed you yesterday
“I hear you may be moving away”
“I really wish that you would stay.”’

‘Greetings! You must be new?”
“I’ve not seen you here before.”
“Are you visiting or passing thru?”’

‘Hi There! “It’s nice to know you.”
“You’re quite welcome to join us.”
“Thank you. I’d really love to?”

I’m so sorry, but I cannot stay.
I’ve got to get home right away.
I’m expecting a new baby today?

No! Really! You don’t say?
Yes. It’s true. I’m glad to say.
All the best to you and yours
I’ll see you again another day.

© Eugene Harvey

Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Questionku |

Love Is Real

If god loves
And love is a relationship,
Where is god then?

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Eggs and Bacon

Today when I woke up I could not
Get that thought out of my mind.
How you kept on pressing the point
Trying to win the argument.

Yet how can you win an argument when there is no fight?
What was done is done and now in the gloomy
Aftermath, all that remains is to wonder
What happens now?  Do we go on as before..

Or do we create a new reality
Sort of like a  lopsided Phoenix
Not a colorful plumed bird
Not a joyous survivor from the ashes

But a weary and faded version
that yet proclaims its strength 
That teaches us the possible
In our survival

My soul longs for the normalcy
Of chicken noodle soup
Of eggs and bacon
Of ocean waves

Just regular stuff
Along with the lopsided Phoenix
Showing us the way
To end the argument that never happened.

Copyright © Carol Ryan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

You had a bird in hand

You had a bird in hand


your boat was right there at your pier
with your name on it
all the accouterments were at your fingertips
there was nothing  to do but jump aboard
it was that easy 
one step at a time
over the gangplank
one, two, one, two
bingo, all aboard
but no
not one, two, one, two ... splash like one thinks
however ...
baby snubbed her nose, a pleasant way of saying condemnation 
wanting a bigger,faster and shinier ship
condemning the smaller ship
okay ...
keep in mind you had a bird in the hand
a boat that would have been loyal to you
it certainly doesn't match up with the bigger,faster and shinier ship
but it would have been loyal
then again ...
maybe the horizon has a pretty picture for thee 
then again ... maybe that picture has laughing donkeys
who knows
who knows ...
how long you be waiting for that perfect horizon
who knows ... if laughing donkeys bred
the gist of it all, you did have someone that was loyal to you
contrary to what you might have thought

connie pachecho

1/29/17



Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Blowing Bubbles

Two breaths, she and I at one time,
One brightest pink wand freshly wet dipped,
Translucent rainbow film sublime,
Dreams of enchanted love gently sipped.

Quivering, weightless half moons gleefully dancing,
Newly full from the circle into the breeze.
Both she and I upward, expectantly glancing,
At orbs like swallows amongst greenest of trees.

Some burst on creation's delicate leafy touch,
Each heart yearning to meet the bluest of sky.
Floating bubbles of youth anticipating much.
Hoping our breaths together may never die.

9/11/17
Help Me Fall In Love
Judged 09-14-17

Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Bird of My Co-Worker

On the weekends 
For an hour  
She scratches and kisses him, 
His fluorescent green feathers and blond beak.

On the couch together
They watch the Military channel
Missing each other when apart 
Her long days spent at the office
And that is where it occurs
The cheating---

Endlessly, searching the Web
Looking for a match
Looking for a way out
Looking for a man to take care of her---

Copyright © Laura McCadden | Year Posted 2017