Best Feeding Poems

piercing swallow's wings
                     
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A mellow day it was in my city,
So I went outside to take a walk.
The river by my house was so pretty
I sat myself right down on a small dock.

I had with me a sandwich for my lunch.
Mom let me make it by myself, you...

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It was there, just by chance, we were caught unprepared
Staring, surprised, into eyes of the past
I'd been watching the ducks as they circled the pond
It seems that the hands on a clock sweeping time
had circled around and like the ducks, without end

Today, on this bench,...

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She is a princess sitting on her throne;
her subjects down below now make their way
towards waiting hands, for only them alone
she holds a prize she wants to give away.

They paddle towards her through the river flow
to the reward she holds for them to share,
for she...

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An only child on grandpa’s farm
I idly dream my days away
in hidden nooks or wooded glades
where elves and fairies go to play.

I race the wind in open fields
in shades of yellow and plush green;
supine I lie watching the clouds,
pick out blue patches in between.

I chase...

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Cool water teases and tickles my toes
Whilst a warm summer breeze gently blows 
I sit here silently on the sun kissed wooden pier
Somehow the ducklings know that I’m here!

Mummy always gives me a big bag of bread
So I make sure every duckling will get fed
They...

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I wept, my insides swelling
Despising every fiber of my body…
I focused on the glassed scenery before me
Longing to be a bird…so I might fly so far away….
From the searing pains of my present
The end to all of my hopeful dreams and fantasies

I knew in my...

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Watch how easily souls are gathered
When words are falsely spent to mock
Unfettered as if hearts so mattered
Like tossing bread crumbs from a dock.

The least of ducklings are discerning
Fooled they're not by false repast
Paddling toward a chance of earning
While food through rippled currents last.

Fear rises from...

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He came each day, when the sun showed noon,
Two heels in a plastic bag-
Thermos of hot tea
To have lunch and 
Read passages to the yellow birds-
Usually an hour, til they took flight.

But today the bench is unoccupied-
Empty, except for a plate of hardened ice,
Stuck smooth...

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FEEDING  HORSES


She was four years old
Apples in bulging pockets from garden trees
Cold day in autumn
Stroll down to Paddy Sands’s horse pasture


Stop at five-bar gate and lift her up
Call or whistle - they come from a half-kilometre
Black, brown mares, one gelding
Jealous one tries to bite...

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Feeding Mankind

We have to kill each other,
it's determined in our genes.
We have to maim and slaughter
to fulfil inherent dreams.
Fools believe man carries
a peaceful heart of sorts,
they look through rosy glasses
and never see the warts.

If everyone was equal
and needed nothing more
we'd still seek out a reason
to...

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Since our life is but a grain of sand 
Somewhere in the vastness of perpetuity
We may do well to reconsider
In the grandest scheme of things
The most precious skills to own
To be undoubtedly what helps us
Score high in the affairs of the soul
To live in harmony...

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Am I living a delusion, for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . . 
sometimes I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen...

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I've spent sundials of time feeding ghosts,
teaspoons of fear
dollops of regret
pecks of what ifs.
Just to keep them pacified
'til I could grow some balls and climb
the cold cliffs of courage. 
but the truth is...
I'll never climb to higher realms
-don't have the gift.
though it took some time
I've...

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Dove, dove, little dove,
What do you see in me -
A smiling man who seeks out birds
For his society?

Dove, dove, hungry dove,
What do you see today?
Old man with scraps of nuts and bread
He could have thrown away.

Dove, dove, with baby dove,
How do you treat your young?
You...

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