Best Fledging Poems

For half an hour, 
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,  
jittery under the torrent of none-too-gentle 
dos and don'ts coming from me, 
his 6-year-old legs getting bullied by the pedals, 
his hands on the handlebars...

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Shedding Feathers
One by Two
By Two and Three

And Three keeps shedding 
because there is more,
Divine Feathers
which held and defined His soul.

He let them be White,
Paper White,
but proud as a Knight, 
fighting enemies and Holy battles
on a destrier with a saddle.

He let himself be unconquered,
His Soul intact.

Many...

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Longing for heart-quiet
in the inevitable fall
into Winter’s short days of sun
forwarding to Spring’s
longer days — a circling back
in the sameness of time.

Heart-and-mind-numbing time
with no respite. A longing to quiet   
those thoughts playing back
battle after battle. The awful
repetition. Mind and life wasting.
And, in the...

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The Unexplainable
By
Tom Wright

A fledging young magician named Joel Pratt,
Was quite adept at pulling things from a hat.
From a force of habit,
Out came the rabbit,
But he was supposed to have produced a cat.
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The Great Blue Heron always does its best
While hatching, fledging, high atop its nest;
With Nature’s rhythms every day is blessed,
As surely as the Sun sets in the West.

The heron pair take turns to go on quest,
Come back to tend the young, by life possessed;
When one...

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Way up there in the atmosphere, 
Is where my Golden Eagle lost his fear.

It is where I met my new friend...

I've always dreamed about flying so free with the eagles.
Especially my invariant Golden Eagle.
He soar's and attempts and flies to reach to the heaven's, 
But...

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Fledging child grows to unlatch
    to turn back on parents, to find own way.
Child's hand uncupped, snapped away, rebellious.
But in time, parents and child reunite
    as adults with a different relationship,
    with mutual respect for independence.
Though...

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This Space for You...

Darling, my darling, how I long to see you so,
Such a long week of papers, pencils and meetings galore,
Prepare yourself for such a surprise as you surmise an unseen row,
Thusly have I, justly I espy this space for you rose petals and...

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Here in this fledging nation of 28 million, Bolehland is really something...
For everything is possible and by the Addidas punchline, Impossible is Nothing..

Today there is an interesting bit of news concerning the local health ministry...
It is caught in a dither, there's a growing concern in...

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Yesterday death said in passing...
 “Someday it will be your turn,”
Always from dark mood harassing,
Never master, just intern.

Days awaken sleepy idler,
Death’s chill lost to summer breeze,
Autumn’s leaves show hidden color,
Spring’s joy melting winter’s tease.

Nature’s cycles run like clockwork,
Hum with sound of rushing birth,
Evolution’s crowning bulwark,
God’s...

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Shallow Man



I am for want of a better explanation
A stupid and inconsiderate man

For all my confessions I profess to love
I am selfish
Thoughtless

I hide behind eloquence
Poetry I write deceives my heart
But the mirror shows me up to well
In my aged pretence

I am not good enough

Nor do...

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Let me put your parenting skills
Under the microscope, my thrills!  

You share your food with the young
You eat, regurgitate for the fledging

What childcare, what love & nurturing 
You, bird parents take turns food hunting

I adore how you bring food to the nest 
You feed...

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Dirty hair and a rag tag shirt with spots of blood
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed 

Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments...

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daybreak calls off moon's whitewash

in the wee of this morn I startled up from what quite seemed like a crash landing from midair plunge of a fledgling's first flight—thanks to my false 'alarmers'; the plantain eaters, I take them for angry doves, and yet, the...

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We said goodbye to winter weather 
                Welcomed the sweet freshness of spring
                 ...

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