Best Coverts Poems
I will ride the thermals on golden wing
Through feathers the breeze shall sing
And all below shall win my eye
From tranquil clouds and cerulean sky
Dip and dive in a sun so bright
This golden coat of pure delight
Wings shall span and shadows cast
Primary coverts against the sun contrast
And to the aerie I shall glide
Where love is found at my lovers side
This craggy peak shall ethereal flow
Two hearts sated in sunsets glow
Primary coverts: outer wing feathers.
"Soul"
In the place
where there was a gap
between the pines,
a war game went wrong.
they say,
the satellites
set it off, the intelligence
was corrupt,
putting golf balls,
off planet.
the wrong time
the wrong hole.
trigger finger
took out another soul;
all over a small island
like coverts, take out a child;
everyone called in,
a free fight for all
flying monkeys fever pitch
there goes your world.
triage
didn’t help at all.
the mother load
of shrapnel
the sitting
helpless,
watching all
the satellites,
flimsy debris
like dominoes
all fall.
in the dark times,
anxiety
won
over
appalled.
trigger finger
took out another soul;
all over a small island
like coverts take out a child,
everyone called in,
a free fight for all
flying monkeys fever pitch
there goes your world.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Moonlight glistens on snow
and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
there's death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is blood-spattered;
no mercy is shown,
no quarter is given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated,
he'll forage again as
his craving dictates.
I lay there immersed in the cosset wrap
skin smoothed into endless
the liquid thoughts on languish endless
a stretch of bone in muscle seeking comfort
finding peace for a moment
peace from the ceaseless jackhammers
leave me be
alone in the warmth of darkness
There is no plague of light
a floating “ I ” in a starless eye
only responds in breath, at one time, breathe
at one time breath
and coverts endless thoughtless
it disappears to fumble with nothing else
and hold distraction worthless
a pocket of solace indeterminate
I would sleep but for the intensity, of darkness
freed from the crash jolts incessant
and bark up this coughing “ leave me be ”
as it strains my palms behind my eyes ………………… !
Melt, melt away
and one time only breathe
the colours vanquished
and the darkness intercepted
Distracted by the silence
a penetrating presence suffuses lasting stillness
leave me be
leave me be
empty out the vault and cluttered
that hammered cripple I drag myself through
at one time the only thought to breathe
perched upon the edged of peace
I lay here
I am there
floating formless of liquidity
let myself of empty rest
in the liquid thought … less
Oh beauteous bird, oh regal flamingo!
How stunning is your majestic appeal
Scarlet wing coverts blazing your zeal
Dazzling persona of upside down aura
Bent bill articulating aquatic ballet art
Emulating dance of one legged stance
Ah! how your pink gentilities enchant
In crimson garb, thrilling doting hearts
October 6, 2020
In praise of the ode poetry contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme: To a flamingo
Moonlight glistens on snow
and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
there's death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is blood-spattered;
no mercy is shown,
no quarter is given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated,
he'll forage again as
his craving dictates.
5.45 as a crack in the sky
coverts every blessed moment of sleep
indecent, endemic join the panic
electronic alarm awakening the subservient switch
rattles continuous
into the evenings precipice
No time to savor Orion's autumnal belt
nor the rising dews kiss
befuddled but operating the automaton
was this yesterday or Wednesday
the same too often in a random reflex
tomorrow still happens without relax
Now burned on busy
and another cold coffee
its tempo the rings
of ancient stains
and the camaraderie of doing it all again
leads life's to its exhaustion
And in destination ranks
the flow of the hours hasten in the usual traffic
get up, keep up, perform some magic
earn your pat on the back
for that insufficient but ever needed wage packet
5.45 and the same crack in the sky
rips every dream from sleep
incessant panic
stressed to the alarm of electronic
reminds you continuously of how you might die
all the way back into your bed
Tomorrow still happens without relax
Just a habit that brings yesterday back
Moonlight glistens on snow
and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
there's death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin snow blood-spattered;
no mercy is shown
and no quarter given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his craving dictates.
...dedicated to D.H. Lawrence
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Moonlight glistens on snow
and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
there's death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is blood-spattered;
no mercy is shown
and no quarter given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his craving dictates.
Moonlight glistens
on snow and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
with death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is be-spattered;
no mercy is shown,
no quarter is given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his craving dictates.
Moonlight glistening
on snow and he is stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
with death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is blood-spattered;
no mercy is shown
and no quarter given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his hunger dictates.
Moonlight glistens on snow
and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
there's death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is blood-spattered;
no mercy is shown
and no quarter given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his craving dictates.
White Supercilium, black face mask,
White collar,
Dark buff head with Black central stripe,
Dark gray stout bill,
Gray eye-ring with white awake – eyeliner,
Buff crowned,
Glossy blue, dark green, Turquoise-Blue,
Shocking white wing-coverts,
Thin black trace, garish scarlet Underbelly,
Black blue-tipped tail,
Toned, endless, enviable strong pins
pink
Divine ensemble apt for
Wallpapers, earrings, motifs, art, stamps and study
They sit shy, inconspicuous, in
Leftover dense forest
Mad for being naive in
Sartorial world, they keep
Picking up worms under leaf-litter
On forest floor, autumn always
Secretive Monomorphics
Complain to Sun
Once at dawn, once at dusk,
risks
To migrate preferably at night
Opulent pair dances to mate
Nests to breed, care their chicks,
Teach their fledglings to hide and play
Along predators’ plenty,
Teach their fledglings along
Stressful achromatic life,
to fly away
The sunbeams break through the canopy high,Through a grand old oak, beneath a blue sky.Its branches, like arms, hold a silent prayer,
As warmth and light fill the quiet air. The beauty is mirrored, a sight so true,Like God’s own light, shining down on you.High above the leaves, on a steady breeze,A eagle rises with effortless ease.
It soars on wings of silver and black,With a vast, bright world along its track.Nature whispers a story of grace,And fills with peace this wonderful place.
At the Foot of the tall oak tree, moss coverts the earth floor like a blanket, soft like the clouds in the sky, chipmunks, squirrels, rabbits, squirreling about seeking food, pine cones, sure to to be a delight.
As the lone eagle soars high above, below it seas rolling hills full of wild flowers a rainbow of colors, honey bees sucking up their nectur to spread all around.
The suns rays cascading all around, baptizing all who are seeking its delight below, Gods HOLY Spirit filling everyone’s souls with light of Faith and Hope.
Musings of The Bereft
Bravery that shocks one into affirmative action
Averies filled with exotic bird life and the next commercialised attraction
Slavery that is out of plain sight as it coverts and hides amidst distraction
Unsavoury seconds of insight that convert knowledge into abstraction
Consequential propositions from behind a political scene
Sequential premonitions that define what we all mean
Existential inhibitions that decentralise and demean
Quintessential inquisitions that refine what we dare to dream
Meandering manifestations of glory, grace, virtue and love
Mastering illuminations that tell the narrative from above
Manufacturing mechanisations as we look for peace signs from a dove
Unflattering weopanisations of war when push comes to shove
Conversational dialogue between two enemies of different tongues
Adaptational epilogues from scientists surveying the sun
Observational analogies from commentators only in it just for the fun
Revelational catalogues elevated from the philosophical run
Abstract terminology that both enlightens and confounds
Detract cosmologically as the wisdom morphs into the profound
Enact ideology as we grow each seedling from the ground
Protract high technology as we indoctrinate the sounds
Reminiscent nostalgia at the forming of a retrospective thought
Luminescent emotion filled with awe & wonder to the point of becoming distraught
Incandescent shades of melancholy ponder on what parts of the soul that can be bought
Convalescent tones of introspect that are hard won and fought
Rising interludes of consideration as we look toward the twighlight sky
Hiding magnitudes of commiseration as we take a moment to quietly cry
Shining latitudes of pure sensation as the tears well in my eyes
Miming platitudes of intonations that can only ask the question why?
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025