Best Eaglet Poems
Hearing the bleating of a newborn Mountain Goat
Hooing of the Bear, watching him against the pine, scratching his coat
Helping the Eaglet, with an awk to its mother to bring back to the nest
Horrendous roar of the Catamont before he lays down to rest
Hungry Squirrels and Chipmunks foraging for the bleak winter ahead
Hearing the Sounds of Nature singing lullabys in my head
Majestic Eagle
Ever so faithful to her kind, the highest place she can find
An eagle builds her nest so high, high as the sky
Giving it her best, greatness is her quest
Love in her breast, and in everything in the nest
Every eaglet will live and inherit her best.
7/30/11
In honor of John Freeman’s contest Pure Thoughts On Nature
a first place win
WORDS SO SWEET.
I pronounce your heart
My target point.
You have no spear this
Why I continue to hunt fear.
I heard you live in Zion and
Sleep next to lions.
I would be humble and double
My strength to rule your jungle.
My motto, Never fumble.
My Air, I heard you eat,
While giraffes back your flacks
Plus your refined wine.
I will craft my heart specifically
For your desert,
Translate my shirt to serve as your
Serviette,
Eat well and rest on my chest for
A million years.
Blessed, I was told saints are your
Taste, cause you are plane and hate
Stains.
I just gathered this sweet letters to
Sanctify my love with no choice,
Off course I will comfort and support
All your efforts.
As birds continue to sing,
I will protect your heart from pins.
Our trust would never see disease
Neither would we sink.
Your tears will never see earth,
Fantastic generation is what we
Would bear.
My beloved, lets live with no end,
Build my nest best friend,
Billions would pay our rent.
I believe your interest,
Lets invest from this moment,
I repronounce your name
Eaglet.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
My daughter, you are my firstborn,
My might, the first sign of my strength,
Excelling in honor, excelling in power.
Turbulent as the waters, you FOREVER excel,
For you are blessed by the Most high God
Marvel your generation will praise you;
Your hand will be on the neck of your enemies;
Your world will bow down to you.
You are a lion’s cub, Marvel;
You return from the prey, a might lioness.
Woman of Virtue here you are
You will reign and lead
You will prosper and
Your boundaries shall enlarge again and again
You shall be a haven for ships;
Your borders will extend always
How good is your resting place my dear child
How pleasant is your habitation
You will provide justice and give counsel to many
All the time the Lord shall deliver you
Your a warrior my little deer you will conquer all the time
Marvel your food will be rich and it shall always be i plenty
You will provide delicacies for nations
With liberty you will build and enjoy the fruit of your labor
Great Eaglet shall you sow
Might lioness Shall you roar and reign
Marvel your a fruitful vine,
A fruitful vine near a spring,
whose branches climb over a wall.
You flourish like a tree by the river side
Because of your father’s God, who helps you,
Because of the Almighty who blesses you
With blessings of the skies above,
Blessings of the deep springs below,
Blessings of the breast and womb.
Your father’s blessings are great,
Than the blessings of the ancient mountains,
Than the bounty of the age-old hills.
Let all these rest on your head my daughter Marvel
All your life all your days
Marvel Shekhinah Muhereza
Joyful Glorious Giver
I bless you in the name of God
Almighty bless you constantly
Again and Again
For My daughter Marvel Shekhinah Muhereza
Don’t blame me for the difference
Apart from the variance of time
There is of parentage, location
And factoring in of education
I like the counsel, and its source
Can only be agreed of as wise
My views are judged non-yielding
But first and last . . . its me
Maybe this will help
Biometrics – the id, genes, and history
Rest assured won’t betray you
Even when the thought has been I had
Give my rebellion its chance
I see it won’t end up prodigal
I am armed beyond joey and eaglet
Believe me, I am your boy, and also man
(another humanity)
let us withdraw
and sojourn in Nature
from this world
of labor and knowledge:
physical labor
destroys us
if we live to eat
knowledge
spoils us
if we fail to live
by what we know—
Nature redeems us!
like Halloween night children
let us tickle death
under the armpit
and laugh close to Nature
let us trick
the gods and goddesses
play hide and seek
fugitive to Nature:
for if we are ready or not
there “It” is coming!
let us sit
by the river of Life
watch
the meandering water
the crawling snake
the creeping vine
the sleeping rock
the roaring thunder
on the edge of the horizon
the flashing lightning
behind the mountain
and see eternity
in the grain of sand
let us come home
on the hilltop
and see
the coming shadow
of eaglet
soaring at a distance
the consuming beauty
of Being
that rises from the Earth
let us warm our cold
gross nonhumanness
feel the madness
battled within us
seen outside
let us return to the source
and pause and peep
through this window of the soul
to the unbounded expanse
beyond itself
beyond this humanity
is
another
humanity
across the burial mounds
of dead dynasties
dead empires
dead democrats
dead dictators
dead communists
dead fascists
near the shrines
of the living gods
and goddesses
is
another
humanity
called
NATURE.
We standby singing holy, holy,
Like a priest in a morning mass.
Our passions for our beloved country'
Welfare stands unshaken like the
Mountain in the forest of righteousness.
We would not slack but stand uprightly
To defend and die for the course of our country.
We deserve a home not a forest,
Where wild beast tear our pride and
love for our beloved fatherland.
We deserve a true Nigeria that
Accommodation both poor and the rich.
We are to Nigeria, what an eaglet is to eagle
Whose supplications and obedience are to the mother.
We deserve peace and not commotion.
Thousands had been slayed and Nigeria wept,
Souls hiding in fear which they deserve not.
We deserve protection not exposeure
To the harsh weather of terrorism.
Our core value is love not hatred.
We deserve a debt free nation.
The Nigeria we deserve is of greatness,
A home free from beribery and corruption.
A nation with good road network, social amenities
Who doesn't decieve the masses righteously.
We deserve freedom not hostility,
We deserve equality between the rich and the poor.
We deserve to work in unity
Not to look up to the government for entittlement
We are greater and mightier than the government.
We deserve good educational institutions.
We deserve a fertile land where blood of the
Innocent have not be spilled all around.
We deserve a new Nigeria, a greater home.
Arise! arise!! arise!!! Man up all sons and daughters
Take your place, be enthroned for the future.
My song boast for Nigeria, my fatherland.
Take charge and dominate for change has come.
Posterity would smile to us days to come
For here we are, we are here for all of us.
Never allow the moth on your brother's eyes
Remain since you have successfully removed yours.
With apologies to Robby Burns and Sweet Afton - in celebration of Spring, and the return of our Bald Eagle family to their Great Falls home on the bonnie banks O’Burn Potomac:
Oh to be in Great Falls,
Now that Spring is on us,
Hearing baby eaglet calls,
A break from BREXIT chaos,
…and Trumpish walls and childish flaws,
…the wallaper, numpty, fanny baws “in Chief” - such grief.
So find your peace from the newest leaf of Spring,
…and singing eagle parents soaring on the wing
…bringing tasty scran to their eager eaglet fledgling
To illustrate this poem there are picture's of a Bald Eagle's nest with parent and two youngsters, Trump in Scotland, spring foliage and cherry blossoms along the Potomac. But I could not copy and paste here.
Want To Do Your Best
Eagle was with white wings which were elegant
And wherever he would fly or even had went
Was majestic, glorious and also so mighty
Taking all things seriously and never lightly.
Flew with fine effort that he could not quit
And every time his mate had made an eaglet
Outside often had been harsh and was raining
He still took youngsters for flying training.
One day after he did drink a few night caps
Suddenly did dive ending up in a total collapse
And his story had a mighty miserable moral
Life comes to an end when you miss the portal.
What he did was fly into a wide wall instead
And of course sure enough ended up dead
Had to give away all rights that were declarant
And died due to being a pretty poor parent.
So this surely thought that I should suggest
When you really want to do your very best
Encourage education to become more eclectic
And become a pleasant parent who is poetic.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
.
An eaglet raised with barnyard birds
will never soar to towering heights.
Though armed with wings designed for flight
It will never reach soaring height.
Thoughts are like wings designed to soar
They’re active every waking blink.
But how you choose to use your wings
can help you cope with what life brings.
So many souls are trapped by thoughts
Of worthlessness and “Never will.”
The hurtful words that they were told
like prison bars, their thoughts still hold.
Sad thoughts trap those who are depressed,
these thoughts like weights, press on their chest.
Dark thoughts like clouds hanging so low,
seem bent on snuffing out life’s glow.
Self-centered thoughts ensnare the vain
and bind them with a galling chain.
These selfish thoughts leave ugly scars
and traps the soul within their bars.
When men with minds greedy for gain
and thoughts of wealth possess their brain,
many do things that are insane
to satisfy their thirst for gain.
If you do not control your thoughts
they will one day bind you with knots.
Let noble thoughts your mind adore
and they will make your spirit soar.
Fly with me
This poem depicts a beautiful picture of how God often set us up for success.
An Eaglet is hungry in his nest
His body steadied in a cold rest
Mom comes flying in an undulating breeze
In each flight, she came with empty feet
Mom pushes her little one out of the nest
The young Eaglet fell on his chest
Hitting his face against the cliff of the hill
He picked up a beetle and ate it; his first kill.
He stayed by itself, no longer brooded at night
As time passed he was airborne for his first flight
Mother pushes her little one in and out again
As he screamed for food over and over again
“Mom, what are you doing?”?
“Hey! Mom, what are you doing?”?
Mom flew by, dangling a marmot in his feet
The eaglet lost balance in eagerness to eat
The parent swung by, daring him to fly
Lifted up high, he gave it a first try
He sailed across the valley, almost tumbling
In an undulating flight, almost scrambling
He tried to get his bearing, still trying
And for the first time in his life, he was flying.
Homey Hiatus, Hiatus Homey
Noble nascent notice nature,
frequents features fertile favor,
charming colors cure complacent,
notice nature, noble nascent.
Subtle stages stylishly sort,
pledged perianths pleasures purport,
artless aiming accrue ages,
stylishly sort subtle stages.
Weeping Willows wigwag waters,
often ogles overt otters,
eaglet escapes easy expose,
wigwag waters, Weeping Willows.
Becalming boon blamed babbling brook,
lingering lulls laboring look,
saunters solely scenery strewn,
blamed babbling brook becalming boon.
*Alliteration/Rhyme Scheme
The first and last line reversed per stanza
8 syllable count per line
2021 January 27
Hiatus
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
The first stretch of wings
Is when you make it flap
Oh, don't you lose balance
You really can make it, that's for sure
You're not to be afraid
You're not to be afraid
The second you hop
Know it is coming
The first step of flying
Is when you take it easy
The first step of flying
Is feeling at ease.
Time after time, I tell you follow me
Time after time, I wait till you are ready
The first flight we need to see
The first flight little one
The first flight I need to see
The last step of flying
Is when you fly below me
There is still lot to learn
But I will teach you, all that I know
The first flight I need to see
It is a sure test to me as your mom
Time after time, eagles fly high
Time after time, we eagles fly high
The first stretch of wings
The first flight of young
The first hunt of young
Makes us best parent eagles.
Inspired by: FIRST STEP OF LOVE
(SOULFULLY LIVE IN THE CITY OF ANGELS (2004)Hughes/Thrall)
Flagrant bird Bernadette feathery flair flamboyant
Towers over average plumage
Parades tassle twist pantomime pow wow warbonnet
Cascade costume illuminating
Cheyenne crowned showgirl, a flurry of torso tumult
Statuesque neck festers fatalism
Stiletto weapon punctuates staid with societal revolt
Rouses a Lady Marmalade rythm
Elusive vermilion mouth majestic Bernadette buxom
Slinks sequined by beside suited
Patrons in shadow of taboo troublesome seduction
Stubble rub struggle translucent
Sashaying aves, aloof eaglet suspended in feminine
Bouyant slow swirl drape tailed koi
Hypnotic bronzed bends transmit treacle pheromone
Concocts a carbonated cider void
26th June Too sexy!
I hate beginnings, plenipotentiary prattle, use-
less sedimentary-sounds. A preface and first chap-
ter betwixt the suc-
culent kiss, the marvelous mystery unfolding.
wash your hands, bobbleheaded-yes.
that was the third part. typhoid
mary, not important to this quiz,
yet she opened the door and peaked
through. i slammed
it
shut, rolled my eyes.
how yummy pages
that jump into the deep end
and we drown in ecstasy’s eaglet
nest. eggs cracking cuckoos
collaborating.
long, drawn………..out
beginnings not
for
me
the setup goes on and on and
oh kind of like this steam
letting off
done
1/22/2021