Best Eagles Poems
tired from crawling
no desire to walk - bless me with wings to fly
in the midst of melancholic melodies of rain
through monotonous tones of charcoal clouds
take me to a place where eagles soar
free me from those who preach in shrouds
ascending above snow drenched Himalayan cliffs
far from cultural vultures preying on my mind
take me to a place where eagles soar
before sleeping volcanoes, veiling lava unwind
through soundless valleys of wasted emotions
where grave yards have become soulless meadows
take me to a place where eagles soar
to tune in with music - bubbling springs compose
away from seagulls too far from the shore
gliding through Iguazu waterfalls of regret
take me to a place where eagles soar
before my feathers become too wet
flowing from the Nile towards the Black sea
surfing over ripples of wanderlust waves
take me to a place where eagles soar
carrying me to a province our heart craves
against storms where adversity engraves wounds
towards the light where rays of sunshine reflect in golden hues
take me to a place where eagles soar
where poetry meets the alchemy of its muse
among coral lanterns floating in lilac skies
beyond the serene silence of the moon
take me to a place where eagles soar
before a skyline of stars are gone too soon
towards the aroma of my beloved's garden
where my enlightened dahlia still delight
take me to a place where eagles soar
where angels recite poetic rhymes to kiss you goodnight
resting upon ancient trees full of verdant leaves
recalling childhood dreams and that forgotten playground
take me to a place where eagles soar
creating a nest in an abode we can call our hometown
and if I could fly.... would you soar with me?
mating spiral dance
the free falling bald eagles
clear blue lake lies still
©DonnaJones
Irony cries out in Boulet’s rendering.
Elderly Native American’s stern expression
seems captured beneath eagle’s wings.
Symbol of power and freedom,
mighty bald eagle was chosen by European ancestors -
United State’s national symbol.
Yet independence for all was denied.
Tribes seeking only to preserve
their culture, their way of life,
were undeservingly imprisoned on reservations.
Stifled was freedom’s speech.
Let the eagle’s voice be heard;
toleration of injustice carries harsh consequences.
Spread your wings, powerful bird,
restore harmony to land seduced,
neglected, compromised.
Transmit tribal elders’ timely message.
Human annihilation’s path is cruelly carved
when animals and plants face extinction.
Mounds of trash blister our land;
parched prairies struggle to support life.
Sorrowful cries of dying species
echo through stripped land,
causing songs of despair to resonate.
Grandfather, speak with eagles;
others appear deaf to your wisdom.
*Written October 15, 2014 and dedicated to late artist Susan Seddon Boulet, whose 2003 painting “Grandfather Speaks with Eagles” is but one of many pieces that evoke emotional response.
High
Where
Eagles
Dare to fly
The wind is howling
Heaving against the jagged rocks.
A climber relentlessly hangs on to endurance
Skilfully persevering till eventually the top is reached, the aim achieved.
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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
written 01/23/2013
I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me
Where Eagles Soar
Flying far above the masses
In azured tinctured skies,
They fly independently.
For that, is where true class
lies!
They want no part of any
motley crew birds.
Just self-determined to fly as
they choose to do.
Never bowing their glorious
heads,
To seek recognition from any
tempters of glory!
With their widespread wings
they soar clearly with full
independence and no doubts.
And were I a bird, you would
find me an eagle.
Heaven forbid I walk on a leash
like a beagle!
June9, 2019
5pm PST
To fellow young Eagles,
At poetry soup,
Such a confound,
The pull down,
Once an Eagle gets off the ground,
Flying I guess prohibited,
Once exhibited,
Good advice to fly,
Remove sty from eye,
For will pull us all down,
Before out love is wound,
To fly safe and sound,
May we all wind, love on level ground,
It is our license to fly,
For love doesn’t lie,
As we fly in God’s sky,
Love’s proof is in our pudding,
Or flying we couldn’t,
Our protocol, is all,
That keeps us from fall,
So mixing a little spittle,
In our dirt, wouldn’t hurt,
And placing that on the sty, of eye,
So as to see clearly,
Everyone’s, love pie, in the sky,
A young eagle flopping around,
Of course, should remain on the ground,
Un till love is found,
This I write to all of those,
Who might think to them,
I am apposed,
We all came from the same nest,
Eagles at best,
May we all reach our quest,
For faith will see us all through,
And make us all new,
Stuck together as glue,
By the unity of us hon,
The world will be won,
This is my love’s scoop,
Written to all at poetry soup,
I am here as you all,
I don’t wish any to fall,
I just believe, that love is the gall,
That prevents any from fall,
We are all on the ground,
Flopping around,
Let it be the love of each, that is found,
This is certainly my wish,
As we push,
Toward better times,
As our love aligns,
And refines,
If any be offended,
I challenge we end it,
I am not you,
And you are not me,
But in love’s garden,
There are many roses,
Sincerely Moses!!
7-25-09 [email protected]
On sunlit wings
I travelled
High above the earth,
in the realm of spiritual beings
Mighty mountains
and cool streams
Azure oceans
I live my dreams
I live my emotions
I am but a feather,
beginning to fly
My body
My heart,
carried high
Clouds of purest snow
Golden sun
I passed below
Another day,
in the blue
You could have it too
Come up if you may
Circles of eagles,
in the blue
You are all with me too
High above,
clouds of purest snow
Together we flew
Such love,
in such golden light
Circles of eagles,
above clouds of purest white
The higher I flew
I met people I lost too
My father,
wings aglow
Beside me,
golden bright
Circles of eagles
High in the light
A spiritual place,
high above
Touching space
Such love,
in golden light
Circles of eagles,
in flight
The Eagle, king of all birds,
Found on the highest of mountains and the tallest of trees,
Seen, within a tiny fraction of eternity,
Strong and mighty, swaying in the deepest of clouds.
The Eagle in our souls, ours to manifest.
January 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 19-21
Key Verse – Exodus 19:3-4 And Moses went up unto God, and the LORD called unto him out of the mountain, saying, Thus shalt thou say to the house of Jacob, and tell the children of Israel; Ye have seen what I did unto the Egyptians, and how I bare you on eagles' wings, and brought you unto myself.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BEARS US ON EAGLES’ WINGS
God bears us on eagles’ wings by His loving compassion
Extra-special are we around His eternal salvation
Excellent is His power that increases our faith’s action
Exposing us to His works of perfection.
God bears us on eagles’ wings from hell-penalty’s gruesomeness
Extra-blessed are we amidst His faithfulness
Excellent is His sacrifice that grants our faith divine worthiness
Exposing us to His awesome magnificent holiness.
God bears us on eagles’ wings upon His pardoning judgment
Extra-privileged are we along His ransom of redemption-settlement
Excellent is His covenant that assures our faith of trust fulfillment
Exposing us to His standards of Scriptural measurement.
God bears us on eagles’ wings with His liberating freedom
Extra-fortunate are we to be led toward His kingdom
Excellent is His guidance that directs our faith’s walk with His wisdom
Exposing us to His great commission for functional Christendom.
God bears us on eagles’ wings along His mighty revival
Extra-benefited are we because of His promised victorious survival
Excellent is His glory that radiates in our faith’s favour and approval
Exposing us to His greatness as we await His grand arrival.
God bears us on eagles’ wings through His upholding fellowship
Extra-protected are we since we are offered His friendship
Excellent is His Word that nurtures our faith’s stewardship
Exposing us to His truths of discipleship upon servant-leadership.
God bears us on eagles’ wings toward His jubilant victory
Extra-guarded are we under His territory against evil’s fury
Excellent is His safety that secures our faith’s drive against injury
Exposing us to His ministry, especially in sharing His Gospel story.
January 24, 2025
I watched the Eagles win a Super Bowl
So I screamed break out the band
But then I found I was in Disney World
In a place called Fantasy Land
I got tickets for the next game
They were playing Arizona at home
I thought they should beat Arizona
But they couldn't even beat the Cardinals from Rome
Then I asked the coach about quick counts
And how come a long count is never used
He said if the count is over three
The whole damn line gets confused
I lay out my game jersey on Sunday
After church I get myself dressed
I swear this game will be different
But after the National anthem I get depressed
They set a goal to finish sixth they said
It was a team decision
The coach didn't have the heart to tell them
There's only four teams in their division
The N F L is fun to watch but
I've always been an Eagle Fan
I'm cheering for a team that can't
Count the scoops in raisin bran.
Frustration setting in as I watch so called "Pros".
Blazing Eagles soaring across a moonless midnight sky
Black glowing talons of ember ripping dark Souls apart
Squawking, quenching thirst from the river of tears I cry
Flaming beaks devour Eternal Love from a Broken Heart
Blazing Eagles nest in the fire pit of a living Hell
With a morsel of a sinful Heart unable to Love
Smoldering eaglets pecking, eating the soul of the shell
This Broken Heart will never see Eternity above
Blazing Eagles pay homage to a god that is not mine
My Soul will burn in Satan’s hell until the end of time
The brilliance of Heaven’s Glory for me will never shine
I am a Blazing Eagle in the midnight of my prime
I live; death and sorrow for Eons of Forevermore
In pain and agony I live without my LOVE LENORE
FALCONS, EAGLES, AND CROWS
Your aweful (sic) countenance of frowning
eyes and sharp beak predates history.
The pharaohs knew you, but you ruled the air
for millenia before they built their pyramids
and monuments. Even then, they knew your
majesty. Knowing themselves unequal, man
begged of you a favor, sweetly asked:
fly for me, falcon, fly!
Our knowledge of your world is tiny. How
can we comprehend the hidden secrets of the air?
the stories the canyons tell? What do we know
of the kill; the beating of wings? You grant us a
mere word in the library of your knowledge. All
that is left to us is An Interest in Falconry.
Once a bald eagle named Sitka enslaved me
with her commanding eyes. Many were the hours
I spent watching her. How was I to understand the
wildness in her heart? I often wondered what she
was thinking—and yes, oh yes, she was thinking—
when she spread her awesome wings as if to fly.
Was it sadness that filled her? I often feared it was.
Years later, a Fledgling crow fell into my life
from a fickle nest. She also seized my heart,
and I nursed her until she was old enough to
take her place in the currents of the air.
They all fly freely here, out in the desert,
blessed to inhabit a Nuclear-Free Zone. I visit
their canyon to hear the scree of the hawk,
the high pitched voices of the eagles, and the
relentless caws of the crows; Alpha Males all,
Calling to their forever loves.
An Interest in Falconry
Sitka
The Fledgling
Nuclear-Free Zone
The Call of the Alpha Male
Our Father who are in heaven
Hollow Super Bowl 52 Day
Be thy game day and reign
On Earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day
The Eales fans our universal victory
And forgive us our grease poles and enthusiasms
As we forgive those
Players from New England and NFL Officials
Who try to trespass against us
And lead us not into Brady and Belichcik temptations
But please deliver us from their evil
For thy is the Super Bowl 52 Kingdom
And the power and the glory
Forever and Forever
E-A-G-L-E-S
AMEN