Best Falcon Poems
Pain had damaged her wings
in her seemingly endless struggles
beating them against the valley walls,
then, in the last days she made haste
and climbed to the mountain’s summit
and flew free.
At first I could not see
that the sun and the moon
were shining on that verdant floor
where she lay still
till her soul opened its wings and ascended to live
far above the clouds.
That bird of her soul encompassed the earth
casting no shadows
in all the six directions, and as I watched her ascent
one falcon feather like a sycamore seed
spiralled down and became entangled
in my hair.
At the computer sits Dickie McDuff
Searching a password that isn't too tough
With a cocky demeanor
He types in 'mywiener'
And the computer says "Not long enough!"
Watching you atop your tower
for once
wishing not to be you
but to be the dove
on which you prey
to so honourably
have you take my pain away
I turned
to set this thought to paper
when I looked back
you were gone
and I sank
so sad
to still be there.
Rising of the red dragon,
roaring loud clap of thunder,
wings spread from a trap dungeon,
on top a summit underground well.
An old English Falcon knight,
the bells summon, as the priest
runs out shouting in sheer fright,
a demon has invaded the church.
The Falcon knight rows his boat
out an overlooked distant
island in search for seventh
son, of the seventh son's assistance.
A seer and restorer
of life, son of a white witch.
Gold coins for the Lettermore,
the seventh son, his new apprentice.
A stone talisman around
his neck he wears for safety.
Stone stolen from the unbound
red dragon's veiled abbey gold coffers.
Ominous blood crescent moon,
amidst overhanging clouds,
shamed by the red dragon's wrath,
and the overturning darken runes.
The Lettermore and last of
noble Falcon knights that's left,
arm themselves, and journey off
upon their hunt and difficult quest.
Early morning and mountains
of green, leaves flutter and dance,
with clear limpid flowing streams.
Horses trot in rhythm, caught in a trance,
in search of the dragon queen.
She finds her doom in the hands
of noble knight shrew, unseen
knife, in her transformed feminine skin.
2/28/2022
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inspired by the movie "Seventh Son"
In the dry places
I wandered,
always seeking,
A soul thirsting for
the coolness of peace,
but never really finding
a lasting place
to call my own.
But upon one such journey,
behold I found a feather
nestled on the ground
amongst the oak leaves
and acorns.
A falcon feather,
beautiful by any standard
and created for high places.
And I picked it up.
I found myself dreaming of those places,
soaring magnificent, free from
gravity, free from bondage.
And there I found myself,
just beyond the next cloud.
She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare.
She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid, showcased on big screenery-
rewards God with a show bow and cloud kiss of why His All Knowingness plays, ~The Mistress (proud)
A peregrine falcon masters the sky
its wings majestically arched with flair
soaring with the elements eye to eye.
In a flurry of speed, it flashes by
serenely aloof, untethered and rare
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.
Sunlight gilds feathers as soft as a sigh
and flickering flecks ignite in the air
soaring with the elements eye to eye.
Naturally nimble, graceful, and spry,
inspiring both audacity and dare
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.
Riding an invisible thermal high
it lifts me until suddenly I’m there
soaring with the elements eye to eye.
Like poetry in motion, wingtips fly
and awed by its beauty, I can but stare.
Soaring with the elements eye to eye,
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.
(Villanelle)
3/7/2015
frontal nudity
she leapt from the highest cliff
falcon fancied top
Poetry Contest submission: Make Me Chuckle With A Haiku
The Flight of my Falcon was long and true
Through his Strength and his Love and his Mischief too
Over obstacle fence and tree he flew
I never knew what to expect... it was always something new
Born an unpredictable mutt... I never knew what he would do
Stubborn and Tenacious, made of pure Brute Srength
One of earth's Mighty Characters I think
His proud Handsome Face and Powerful Frame
Would carry him into my Canine Halls of Fame
Everywhere we went, wherever we'd go
That Face captured attention like some kind of Van Gogh
Loyal and Protective right through to the end
Always in my heart my old Awesome Friend
Though time ticked away and stole his youth
Deep down inside... I feel the truth
That now he is not here next to me
Because the Flight of my Falcon
Has finally set him Free
- for Falcon our "Warrior Dog"
Pigeons And Falcon
Thousands of pigeons flock to the Vatican
They are not there for Sunday Mass and prayer
But to perform aerial acrobatics
And to produce droppings from up there
Feathers follow them in the air on hot dry currents
Unpleasant summertime aromas fill St. Peter’s square
People speaking a multitude of languages stare in amazement
Follow the waves and movements of the birds in flight
And think of pigeons as nasty filthy creatures
(in their respective dialects of course)
They seek God in all His perfections and dwell on nature as they reflect
But that is not manna falling from the heavens on arms and hair
Bird droppings fall everywhere
Enter, the noble falcon on the scene
Hungry and hunting for something delicious to eat
Like an angel or saint swooping down on a golden band of light
Pigeons act purely on reflex as they take flight
Without lofty thoughts or motives
Their brains are oh so tiny and miniscule
Not wired like that
Falcon will educate them anyway
Enforce the rules of God and nature
2 Our Father’s, 3 Hail Mary’s and a good act of contrition
Are not required as penance for their sins
They are expelled from this paradise for dropping in
Pigeons simply don’t understand religion
I'm a bird of prey creme de la creme.
On air, I'm like a heat-seeking missile,
a kamikaze airplane swooping down
on prey with lethal precision.
My large eyes, as sharp as an Eagle's.
Tell the Eagle I said so!
I can also spot and zero-in on a prey
from thousands of feet high!
I'm a solitary speed demon of a bird.
Don't even think Cheetah; I'm so fast
that cat moves like a tortoise to me.
Land or air, I am indeed the fastest
animal on the face of the planet.
Pardon my vaingloriousness!
Did I mention I'm a cannibal, too?
Yes, I feed on other birds.
I'm often called the "duck hawk"
because...well, I enjoy duck meat!
I sexually mature at the age of three.
I typically breed from March to May.
I don't build my own nests, I simply use
existing vegetation to lay my eggs.
There's incredible power in my sturdy wings
An indefatigable traveler, I get around
the world, spotted in every continent!
I'll repeat, in case you've already forgotten...
I'm the fastest living thing alive.
Tell the Cheetah I said so!
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Date written: 09/27/2020
Four feet, hanging down
Falcon carrying squirrel
Grey tail, red feathers
Blend together in the wind
Death and Life, merging colors
There is a rocket firing off today
Sending a business adventure trip far away
With the thunder below
Up it will go
Looking to put technology in the sky
In a late afternoon scripted signature that everyone on the beach will wave bye bye
Falcon number nine is spending the dime
To climb climb climb
Calling the plays from the huddle
Very near to the pad for the shuttle
Internet interaction will be shared
In this mechanical bon voyage that has flair
Traveling to many orbits out there
Sixty broadband satellites will be dispersed
Into the vast universe
After the fact that been confirmed
Space X had money to burn
Linking the stars from above
With Intergalactic communication that fits like a glove
T Minus the launch will be here
Giving us new apps to play with next year
The falcon is a noble hawk.
His eye-sight is incredible …
He sails upon the breeze, then stoops
To conquer something edible …
Coming from relatively poor family man leaves his home and towards Paris steers
Living behind his mother who because of separation sheds tears
But she knows better life awaits him if he goes but for him she still fears
As man embarks on the journey to join royal musketeers
He is a lower member but it matters not
From his musketeer friends he learns a lot
But he is unaware of any plot
He is there to protect the king but being lower member there are things he knows not
As he is on guard he spots someone trying to steal important but not royal jewels
He quickly reaches for his musketeer tools
The thief jumps from the window with the jewels
Young musketeer fallows him knowing that treasure is worth at least several mules
He fallows the thief but there is a trap up ahead
Another thief is waiting with a pistol but main character shoots him dead
But four more bandits now so angry that they see red
The fight is with the rapiers but musketeer wins and fights through the trap to which he is lead
But the main thief escapes on a horse
The musketeer finds himself at this particular moment without a horse
He tries to explain this to the prince but prince shows little remorse
Prince’s assistant even suggests main character was part of the plot allowing thief use a horse
Prince does not buy that but this argument is heard by people of France
None the less main character is invited to royal dance
People are to wear masks to that dance
At midnight they are to reveal themselves that is the romance
Main character wears falcon’s mask
The ball starts at dusk
Like everybody else at midnight he reveals himself from behind the mask
Needing some air later he goes out through back door leaving the mask
Couple minute’s later prince of France is found dead
Prince in his hand has falcon’s mask and fatal wound on his head
Main character is arrested and sentenced to hung until he is dead
He escapes with help from his friend but now has a price on his head
They join group of pirates and sail through the ocean
As former musketeer’s heart is filled with dark emotion
In a disagreement with pirate captain he kills the captain in a commotion
He now wears falcon mask as a symbol and becomes scourge of the ocean