Best Fluff Up Poems
I am a blue Swallow. I was born in the late summer, and
my parents taught me everything they could before leaving
me to fend for myself. I spent all autumn gathering food and
hiding it in a thousand places ... I have a good memory !
Oh, winter, winter all the time! Will, you ever end? Each day is
a struggle, so many days with snow falling, winds blowing and
freezing temperatures. I have grown dense and downy feathers
and can drop my body temperature. Shivering keeps me warm !
I like to cuddle and roost with my bird friends on a tree branch
being close keeps us warm and we like to pull up our feet, one
at a time, and I am good at finding warm places to sleep at night
like a tree cavity, any gap, nook or a house eave will do nicely !
I love how some nice humans put out feeders in the winter,
filling them with tasty seeds, and hanging suet from branches
even leaving warm water for washing, and even some leave
bird boxes where many of us set up a warm cozy winter home !
Oh, when will winter be leaving and spring coming please
I long for the sun to start melting the cold winter snow and ice
the trees will start to groan and creak as they come alive
and when I am sleeping ... I dream of beautiful things to come !
On a sunny branch I fluff up my feather and preen myself
I feel a change and I am gaily singing a song of happiness
for spring is here and it won't be long till all is lush green
I survived because I prevailed though I weigh only ounces !
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January 24, 2023
Poetry/Personification/A Swallow's Winter View
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1519-918-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Winter Is Not Forever
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 02/19/2023
Second Place
"Liberty residing evolving evermore-abounding well beside desire." "The heart makes haste."" -
"Peace stakes its claim in Faith - in the Son's Glorious Arrival, Abandon, Absolution, Return." - "Cast about in the gesture, blowing free in the ease of the wind growing abundantly like the Hummingbird sipping on wild Honey dribbling off the Bees nests fresh in the rising Summer Sun.. .""
"Splashing onto dew drops glistening as you know they always do lying upon Lilac flower Petals." - "Dandelions growing even more elaborate carried along with the blueberry cakes popcorn and soda I've just consumed.. ." - "Yes mid the Dance of the Weeds Love - is a gift, of life."" -
"Given perfect Union, Form, Fashioning, Purpose." - "Advancing onward outward upward throughout all within all around us surrounding us as it grows."" -
"And hearing the sweetness of its cry." "All in flight.. birds come fluff up billow grow full make their refuge mid His wake.. !"" -
"God's Joy - illustrious welcome lay anew under the Sky's elucidated everywhere and there.. ." - "Peace, is here - every way and lea way dancing in and between the light.. !"" -
And as for now - time lye still.. ." "Is thrown about and back again - Time and again everywhere asunder." - "And I feel truly he's saying to all of us.. as again he states this to me;
"Take the time.. keep on reaching out keep moving upward friend.. "Hold on"". I've got you.. . Everything.. will be all right.. !""
I ask for water that's all I do,
Perhaps a bit more sun,
Give me love and shelter too,
And I'll fluff up like a bun.
Selfless I give and give more,
And ask for nothing in turn,
Be glad and well while I'm bored(d),
Because anytime I can make you burn.
I have nothing to live or die for,
No reason to carry on,
I'm no one's and I'll never be your(s),
But will be missed when gone.
Oh parrot dear wither have you gone
Leaving this tender nest of love
My heart cries all alone
An empty niche since you’ve flown off
You were nature’s best
Your voice a melodious tune
The shimmering grey on your breast
Which would fluff up when you’d croon
May the heavens above open for you
My heart does pray so
Sweet memories of you
In my life will forever grow.
Tender tales tall tell timely in earnest the fervency... divinity relevancy, reality
of the story. Stars shine bright cast their beauty liberally, sheen's of glassy rays of overt
light sparkle freely in their delight. Under the moon laughter... fills the night.
Swallows in their benignity... wade about puff up full and billow... shadow's in their whimsy
way, cast their welcoming in the warming, as the weeping tree weeps tears full as cool pool
shallows of crystal rock and alabaster sands promote their gentle fondness upon the pond
floor. Kindred the swallows in their promise, beauty-benignity... in-the moonlight they are one
with love, and running felicitous ... touched by the union follows closely the dove ... .
Divinity-has found a home.
Liberty residing evolving evermore-abounding well beside desire. The heart makes haste.
Peace stakes its claim in faith, in the Son's glorious arrival, abandon, absolution, return.
Cast about in the open gesture, blowing free in the ease of the wind growing abundantly like
the humming bird sipping on wild honey dribbling off the bees nests fresh in the rising
Summer Sun... .
Splashing onto dew drops glistening as you know they always do lying upon lilac flower
petals, dandelions growing even more elaborate carried along with the blueberry cakes
popcorn and soda I've just consumed... .
Yes mid the dance of the weeds love, is a gift, of life. Given perfect union, form, fashioning,
purpose. Advancing onward outward-upward throughout all within all around us surrounding
us as it grows.
And hearing the sweetness of its cry.
All in flight... birds-come fluff up billow grow full make their refuge-mid His wake... ! God's
Joy, illustrious welcome lay anew under the sky's elucidated everywhere and there, peace, is
here... every way and lea way dancing in and between the light, and as for now... time lye
still... . Is thrown about and back again, time and again everywhere asunder, and I-feel truly
He's saying to all of us... as again He states this to me...
"Take the time... friend... "Hold on"".
"I've got you... ."
"Everything... will be all right... !"
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I just brushed my teeth
And jammies are on
Fluff up my pillow
Please tuck me in tight
Where is my lovie?
Time for prayers
Hugs and kisses
One more story
I need a drink
Lullaby
Stroke my hair
Now goodnight
Not tired
Won't sleep
Yawn
Mr. Trumpington-Trump
was a powerful fat cat
and his unruly hair ruffled this way and that
and he said what he thought
with great drama and noise
and he had a big territory with big toys
Mr. Trumpington-Trump
wanted to make a wall
on the border of Mexico, built very tall
and no-one understood
why he wanted it so
for they loved eating tacos, and liked Mexico
Mr. Trumpington-Trump
did not like terrorists
and the very thought made his claws curl into fists
and immigration
made him fluff up and hiss
there were few things that made him more angry than this.
Mr. Trumpington-Trump
is not fluffy or sweet
he would never roll over at anyone's feet
and he is to this day
still alive and healthy
and still, to his people, a great frenemy.
Patience
Patience is something I know that I lack,
I’m one waiting line away from a heart attack.
I want immediate satisfaction, immediate result,
I’m running a race, not dancing a waltz.
I’m always early, I’m never late,
Procrastination is something I hate.
I’m not one to sit on my hands,
My attention span is like a rubber band.
Pull me too far, I’ll snap and break,
Yet you tease me to see how much I can take.
You say “a good woman is worth waiting for”.
And you’re smiling all-the-while I’m pacing the floor.
“Patience my dear” you say with a grin,
As we walk out the door, late once again.
Evening finally comes and you’re ready for bed,
You fluff up the pillow under your head.
“Are you coming My Love?” a passionate cry,
“In a minute Sweetheart, the ballgames a tie”.
Patience!
I'm waiting on a tradesman
I've been waiting now for months
The place is falling down around me
While I'm down in the dumps
The plumbings making noises
The lightings on the blink
Can someone fix the cupboards
And replace the laundry sink
Please fluff up the insulation
A paint job wouldn't go amiss
All of this I can't do myself
Because my skill set is remiss
My job is pushing pen and paper
And its only now I realise
That in hindsight my career choice
Was perhaps somewhat unwise
I could be making the big bucks
And raking in lots of dough -
Oh, if only l'd been a tradesmen
I wouldn't have this tale of woe!
3 cups of heavy cream
1 cups of pistachios
1/2 cup of chopped dried cherries
1 cup of coconut flakes
2 cup of marshmallows
1 tablespoons of vanilla
4 tablespoons of great quality nut liqueur
+
2 cups of whipped cream
1 tube of sugar dough
1 muffin pan
melt together cream and marshmellows, add nuts and coconuts add vanilla and liquer
allow to cool and fluff up with whipped cream,
bake cookies in muffin pan, make cups.
allow to cool and fill with filling serve and make your companies proud!
Canada Jays
Four seasons ‘round, Canada jays are found,
Perched in tree branches, safe and sound,
Resting after flying throughout the North,
In the Canadian boreal forests.
Heard and not seen unless it’s their intention
To disturb the silence, making known their presence
By confronting intruders in the area
With shrill barking, expressing displeasure.
Their shaded greys of feathery plumage bests
Darker on the back, with lighter puffed breasts.
On a round head adorns a snow-capped crown,
Endowed with dark eyes and a sharp, short, pointed bill.
They have feet equipped with talons to grip the limb tight,
While long, white-tipped tail feathers fan in flight,
Which serves the robin-sized creature well in this climate
And adapts the songbird to its environment.
Then, it’s off scavenging, preparing for winter
In territories established by mating pairs,
Who swish food in their mouths to coat it with saliva,
Ensuring successful seasonal survival
By hiding the sticky boluses in trees
And memorizing the local scenery,
As marauding eyes spy on the jays’ commotions
To steal morsels from the clandestine caches.
During cold weather, they fluff up their feathers
To stay warm and hide their feet from exposure
And twist their necks to tuck in their beaks
Under the wing flap joint to maintain body heat.
Sometimes, they snuggle for companionship
And share warmth during winter hardships.
The birds, confirming whispers to their mate for life,
Find comfort in their labours, making it worthwhile.
In early spring, when the air is cold and the snow deep,
The male selects the south side of the tree for a nest site for the sun’s heat,
Building the nest with dead twigs, bark strips, and lichens,
With caterpillar cocoons for reinforcement.
The cup is feather-lined for the female to lay,
Who does not leave the clutch until the eggs are hatched.
The male feeds her throughout the incubation period,
Then she joins him in the raising of their offspring.
A winter wonder
outside my window
of pure pristine snow
the ground painted white
meets . . . a white-gray sky
The birds fluff up
their snow feathers
holding . . . branches
~ ~ tweeting a song ~~
Now, snowflakes,
are . . . . drifting
soft ** they * fall **
Oh yes
I love ~
snow!
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January 6, 2021
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/Winter Wonderland
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1318-975-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Diminished Hexaverse
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 01/22/2021
First Place
I had steered at that microscope all night
in awe!Keeping focus doing something
that had never been done and something
that had no advice or guidelines.This is
where the note keeping course comes in handy.
Primary the current since of off the tracks
management. Which methods and means
of one's Consent to which
in interoperations to prevent unethical studies.
each palette is different
who's mouth is contracted to
the alliance of people.
Where the voluntary consent allows
chefs to cook and have pundits offer options.
Because she used a lime and fish combination
which olive oil, hot peppers and pork to
make her sausage the sponsors of
the event made those who were available to offer advice
sign contracts that allowed both question and answer
to be property of the recipe create and it's sponsor.
4 cups of cooked turnips
1/2 cup of melted butter
1 cup of cream cheese
1 cup of flour
1 cup of bacon
1/4 cup of caramelized garlic
2/3 caramelized onions.
1/4 cup of chives
1 cup of onion
1 cup of chopped golden raisins
1/4 cup of cognac
nutmeg and ground ginger
mix well
mix 6 egg yolks into the mixture
fluff-up 6 egg whites
and make merenquine.
They madeBasil,Garlic Spinach and dried Tomato chicken and Pork Sausage. To the delight of hundreds of Peoplez!
Three chickadees on a branch
huddle together in the winter cold
they fluff up their feathers
one has his head tucked sleeping
two look about as the wind blows
beyond, the sky is frigid blue
Fifteen years past
love swung down
from its candy-apple tree
and took hold of us both
by each ankle.
You wore high heels
like Cinderella,
they were uncomfortable
but were bedroom perfect.
The hotel was nothing fancy,
just glitzy enough.
Fifteen years on we are still alive,
old folks sickness notwithstanding,
all perfectly situated near
a local Hospital.
Fifteen years from here
we may be moderately wealthy.
I have seen the ‘moderately wealthy’
they often are not so ideal,
but
their financial cushions
are perfect.
Maybe we will be divorced or dead,
perhaps not even nearly wealthy;
our worn out cushions
wearing thin.
Every once in a while
perfection,
like a circle
comes back again to fluff-up
our hopes.
It’s good to be here
getting on each other’s nerves.
I mean if we were not here being so perfect
we might as well be at Walmart shopping for shoes
or something -
I dunno.