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Valentino

Temptation pulls us all into sin with gravity force
Wading in with human desires sweet sugar coating gloss
 
Strengths are nurtured and grown from our creator's breath of light
Filtering through densely chaotic thoughts stony cold walls
 
Snowdrops open their blossoms stretching a smile to your spring
Sprouting faith, hope, love and luck from a four-leaf white clover
 
Daffodils dance with a twirl around a twilight star breeze
Floating around magical melodies of twin flames spark
 
Shimmering dusk and dawn of your soul commanding presence
Soaring light chestnut brown kestrel swooping down in hunger
 
Low down in the horizon gracious mother of the rose
Sweet pleasant fragrance sets sail on the bitter winds of change
 
Queen of the evening sky you stand out a beautiful face
Radiating happiness amidst the flurries of rain

A co written piece by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline Lin


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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I remember

Someone once saying to me
I always wished to meet some like you
To you one writes poetry from the heart and soul
opening up from my very being 
Looking into the sky spirit of a kestrel dancing
on warm waves of air brushing deep
Just sharing writing sitting on the riverbank 
alone with my old pal buster my dog
listening to the mountain stream rumbling past
I see with you love a great vision 
love inside deep you told me
tears falling joy I had a beautiful soul
or is that not what you want 
confused I am our friendship
Then you said I had a heart to match and once said 
It just totally blew me away into heaven
feels  I am still not good enough 
I give you all inside off me
Love you are so very special 
to sail away in heartbeats off thoughts 
amazing each moment spent thinking about you
Into the clouds of silver lining treasure dream
opening in front off you
Holding most precious jewels first glance
crowning you this ocean's queen
Holy grail such a gem lights up smiles
beaming warm vision painting beauty
The sparkle in those beautiful mirrors 
dazzling stars just shone a whole new world to me 
Their is such a thing as love I feel it complete
at the very first sight instantly
I found it with you 

 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014


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Amidst Highland Glens

"without a care in the world the Grouse freely roam" A quiet hush abounds amidst the scenic Highland Glens Whilst saltire skies above silhouette a Golden Eagle against it's blue Swooping shadowing heathers to return to soar above the Ben's It's keen eyes in capture seeing movements amongst the mornings dew For chicks it has to feed, from the heights down she flew In quiet posture Amongst the ruins of a croft A Kestrel perches Caressing the horizon In awe, but so vigilant On skeletal branches, crows a caw- their safety in numbers allow


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011


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Hawk's Eyes

in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands 
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb - 
sending a tremor through my soul...

marvelling, pretending an air of studied uncaring 
i watched you through a veil of wind-blown hair 
and tried to ignore the yearning sighs of the 
blood in my veins, 
and the keening of a heart that was broken - 
that, seeing you, healed briefly - 
only to fracture again every time you turned away

you were fatal...
i knew this in my marrow, even as i stared, 
riveted, at your cherub's innocence, 
suffocating, slowly - sweetly - 
in the decadent gold-striated hazel of your 
hawk's eyes
you were a killing blow out of the blue, 
and once again i was lost...

"angel" i wanted to cry, "angel, ask my name..."
but, naive as Adam, you lost yourself in the bustle 
and sand-blasted clamor of your clawed companions...
bereft i hovered, a lonely kestrel riding the chill wind 
of your ignorance...
a single tear slid down my cheek; 
oh i would have impaled myself on a thousand spears, 
if it would only make you run to my side 
and scoop me into your bronze embrace

but time slid by and planets shifted - 
the day's end drew near...
desert dunes dissolved into the hazy purple of night,
and i was forced to say goodbye; 
to pretend love at first sight was just a giddy adolescent joke, 
and that your image wasn't tattooed on my heart 
in blood and fire...
only then, as my soul swelled with the bitter bile of 
disappointment, did you turn and behold 
the torment of your beauty written on my face...

boyish, innocent, your eyes clashed with mine - 
and melted my core to lava - 
and gave my battered heart wings; 
clipped wings perhaps, but wings nonetheless...
you smiled, a saccharine-coated admission of acknowledgement, 
even as your eyes stabbed cruelly, violated my bruised soul, 
and the sun set at your back - 
gilding you in demonic flame...
and in a blazing flash, that was it, the die was cast, 
reeling, bleeding, i broke our searing gaze;
'angel you may be, my oblivious love,'
i thought as i walked away 
'but devil you are for wounding me this way - 
and never even knowing my name'


Copyright © Amy Van de Casteele | Year Posted 2009


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An Unexpected Tale - The Escape of the Golden Oriole

On his twenty-fifth birthday, elated 
He decided to go hunting.
He let the fresh air of the early morning
On the slope of a wooded hill fill his lungs.
A small vale stretched beneath him, 
Whilst behind the trees rose a small sheer cliff. 

That was where he saw the golden oriole.
 
It was a beautiful specimen.
Martin admired its graceful flight 
And the bird seemed to enjoy itself too. 
He observed it intently as it glided, soared, turned, 
And flew happily over the old gnarled trees below. 

Suddenly a hellish kestrel appeared in the sky. 
It hovered above, eyes glinting, beak poised. 
The oriole sensed it immediately. 
Irrationally it defied the bird of prey, 
For it continued its fancy flight 
Until the kestrel began its dive. 
Then the oriole flew directly towards the cliff 
And inexplicably disappeared.
It was the worst birthday of Martin’s life.


This can be considered a prologue. Must be continued to discover the unexpected…..


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2018


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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.


Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015


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Zoom

Painted kestrel, ruddy hawk
Booted eagle, stoop and stalk

Pigeon here and pigeon gone
Blood and feathers stain the dawn

Prairie falcon, osprey, owl
Diurnal hunts, nightly prowls

Raptor  in the endless sky
My soul soars with you as you fly


Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015


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Natures nest

How beautiful the sounds, sights of nature

In the distance alarm call of a cuckoo,

beautiful sound of summer Tanager

Blackbirds hopping around getting in a stew,

Acrobatics of swallows, swifts, Martins,

Crows of the carrion, rooks, jackdaws, Raven

Cooing of turtle doves and wood pigeons,  

Chittering robin, eyes closed what heaven,

Finches so sweet, green, bull, haw, gold and more

Speedy blue, great, coal, willow and marsh ****,

nature is such a pleasure never a chore ,

Seeing these wonderful birds thrills two bits

Serenity while watching our game bird

Pheasant, partridge, grouse, geese and mallard duck

Graceful swans glide, sights and sounds must be heard

Wading birds sifting for food through silt and muck,

birds of prey, kestrel, sparrow hawk, Peregrine

Eagles, buzzards, goshawk, ospreys skilful hunters

Larks hovering, lap wings, owls, magpies so pristine,

Sea birds, waders, hunters, lovely colours,

These moments of relaxation, undisturbed

listening, watching our beautiful wild birds. 















Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2016


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Birds of Bliss

She’s my woodpecker, she’s my humming bird, she’s my goat sucker, my fly catcher, my skylark, my swallow, my blue jay, my sandpiper, my blackbird, she my kestrel, my petrel, my quail, she’s my nightingale, she’s my eagle, she’s my owl, she’s my falcon, my canary, my parakeet, my parrot, my bobolink, she’s my beautiful fowl, with them bushy, sexy eyebrows -n- that gorgeous rare smile, she’s worth the wow, she’s the woman I love, she’s my duck, she’s my swan, she’s my dove, my robin, my wren, my cuckoo bird, my cardinal, my oriole, my nutritious queen from whom I’m nurturing, sucking passion -n- love’s potion out both her breast, I stare into her eyes, while she’s nursing me, she’s my pelican, she’s my goose, she’s my mocking bird, she’s my loon, a bumble bee, mistaken her as a flower, from the earthly scent of her perfume, she’s my atmosphere, when we kissed, every bird I just named, artfully-n-seductively watched us make love in the mist of rocks, grass, dirt-n-sticks, denuded in God’s enormous, superb, sultriest wilderness, yes his wilderness of birds of bliss.

Every bird I named represents our bliss, represents
The way we kiss, the way her vagina hugs this d*ck, each bird
Represents every stroke, every inch, 4 this woman is
My all that exist, 4 she’s my bird of bliss, that 
Will fly North, East, South, or West, 4 this d*ck denuded
In God’s enormous, superb, sultriest wilderness
We represent birds of bliss




Copyright © Nakym Sheffield | Year Posted 2015


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Patient death

High
above
rich wetland
a lone kestrel .

Patient death beating,
fixed in  measureless blue.

Elegant white swans swim through
rare grasses greeting migrating
geese sliding in with the setting sun.

Darkness falls, who will sing the requiem?


Copyright © Diana Rosser | Year Posted 2012


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Blue Iris

Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within its hearse.
I shall not warn my successors, no—instead
I shall laugh 
A Godless laugh 
From this unlit, inward tower 
At the Thoms ever drawn to a fog-rent
Harbor of Lights,
Forever in flight 
t’wards a searing promise:
“The shadow of your smile when you are gone.”

Softly flows
The Months; cadence down
The end of Years,
All Great Whites closely duty-bound
Gleaned russet stress and tears.
All I do 
As gardens do
As zephyr hewn
Is wash my hands
I watch my hands
Just watch them grow—  
Closing impossible crimes
By the cold March of Time.

Shall I catastrophe? I shall wasp anew
Geronimo! hellbent swoons: withered Eye see U:
A veldt vision on this peace of death
That singes arrows unto my breast,
Non-quietus—not of suede nor hawthorn
That singing! Unveiled Vistas Reborn.

The summer breeze made chill wastrel flames,
E'en herrings dappled across minstrel viridian 
All bearing my name.  
Subtlety 
Is your root, surely as I inhale the palpitations 
Of this noxious City so small 
Yet so grand in its delusion.

Rachel or Leah? Suffice it (and damn it, too), at least Jacob’s subtle darkness 
Invited crystal warmth to dine on elegant raindrops. At Life I laugh,
And Life laughs long, dreamy along kestrel seams. I dine 
On sweet air.

Despised dream origin. 
Quickly, quickly, awaken me—unwrap 
Your blessed hearths, creature,
And begone—I despise 
Your balance of whimsy; I despise 
All of your beauty.


Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2016


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Ghazal, Light

Night  is my  world   with  the moon  as  my guiding  light  
I  search   in  the black  shadows   for  your gliding  light 

Day  is your  world   with  the  sunshine   surrounding  you
Before   gray   clouds   pour   rain   on  your  soul   hiding   light 

Hourglass  spinning  sands of  time   as  I  dream  of you
Embracing  my  flawed   being   then providing   light 

Piercing kestrel calls hunting desirable love
Scanning shadows in the twilight dividing light

The poet's hand glazes the  sky   with  a thousand  waves  
Flavoring  haikutwinkle   with  colliding  light 
 


Copyright © Angeline Haikutwinkle | Year Posted 2016


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Kestrel

Kestrel
Focused falcon
Honed huntress hovering
Adjusts; stoops; lands; dispatches
Raptorial


Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2015


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Letter to Ellen Johnson - Sirleaf

I rather watch a kestrel to see
Her swoop and swirl
The skies invisible maze
To feed the inhabitants of her nest
Her milk of gratitude

Morning begins with a bright darkness
And the beckoning beaks for food
There is a wind ruffled mood
Yawing the feathers of the breast
Dawn is a ransom for the truth
Her flight negotiates
The billowing whirlwind
Of dust
Settled in the bowl of expectation
It is the African way.

Courage cannot wear shackles
When the protest comes
This transition
Have shaken superstructures
Not roots, but leaves
Any grafted branch can bear
We did not invent this way
This democracy
Churning chaos out of selfishness
This way of bridging men's hope
This inclusion that is exclusive
This decomposition of old bargaining
Of parables under ancient trees

Strange shifts happen
When we disrobe our cloth
Baring ourselves of familiar primitives
Was not the old ways good enough
Why did we not transform it
While the time was transforming us
Into spectacles 
Since we did not want to be invisible still
Will we transform what we
Have borrowed
Into a resemblance of our sense
Of equality, belonging and value?

The base fumbles into sectors
Carved by streets intersecting villages
Divided by self interests
More than any division of our origin
We who came from Jamaica
Barbadoes, Trinidad 
And Guyana
Leaving Elmina, Shama, and Sekondi behind
Cattled in the coral that was not pearl
Permitted by a sympathy of the Unites states
Came here forming a new state
Out of forgotten memories
Of lost addresses and broken grief
Of kinship disillusionment
Called this Liberia
Clothing the construction of autonomy
With the identity of freedom.

Is it surprising then this tension
This fractious existence
In a dark forest of genocide
That each sit not well with self as stranger
For this group have no social memory
Beyond the coming of the ships
Until a common bond is forged
From the sorrow of years of fire
To form a new collective identity
Nothing speaks to the deep insecurity
Where there is a need for belonging
Like the suckle of the milking breast
Soft on the flesh of the tongue
With kindness
Telling us our faults
Teaching us to be brothers again
Telling us how to feel the humanity
In our forgotten hearts
Straining to build out of the pain.




















 
































Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010


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An Unexpected Tale - The Golden Oriole Lost and Found

As Martin gazed at the girl he believed her a nymph.
Pipes continued with their haunting melody. 
"I’d never thought such exotic places existed…
Especially here in such a cold country!"
 
"It must be a special day for you." She smiled. 
It was as if a flower suddenly blossomed out 
Or a nestling had stretched its wings 
And embarked on its maiden, glorious flight.
 
"It's my twenty-fifth birthday." She nodded. 
"Everything about this place is haunting. 
So he was piping his flute, was he?
Why don’t you join me for a swim?"
At first he felt abashed but her beauty
Propelled him to throw caution to the wind. 
He found himself immersed in the water 
And in the depth of her eyes. 
He saw her float on the surface of the water 
In the shade of the bent gnarled trees. 
 
"It could be dangerous here," she said.
There are some wild beasts around."
"Like the kestrel?"
"He is the worst of them all, and could kill, if he so wishes."
"I have never killed a bird in my life but it seems I must start now."
"Don't! Please don't say such things.” 
"If it’s dangerous for me, it is dangerous for you. Come away with me."
"You don’t know what you’re asking. I can never leave this place. 
It would mean death to me."

Suddenly he heard the screech of the kestrel.
The flute went on with its haunting menacing melody.
“You must go, quickly.“
He left reluctantly, cursing his luck.  
As he left the cliff he felt some force throw him to the ground
Under the shade of a mighty tree.

Someone was shaking him up.
It was a young woman urging him up,
Wiping a wound on his forehead.
He looked at her in awe, especially her yellow dress.
He searched for the opening in the cliff but found none.
“Let’s go to have something to drink,” she said.
Above the trees, golden orioles chirped melodies of love.

The End


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2018


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changing world

Changing  world 



Where the woods of unruly domestic trees on
The other side of the road has not always been there
It used to consist of small homesteads and poverty
People left for France or America never came back   
Nature moved back and trimmed olive trees and
Carob trees took on a surreal form the undergrowth
Was left to grow a paradise for animals and birds
The kestrel catches mouse and the eagle catches hares 
I know what I see will change not in my time or yours 
Nothing is static it should be so if you look at a map of
The Europe you will see how it has changed and in 
The middle- east Israel is just an interlude for a bigger
Change that will shape our future if it is for the worst
We will not be there to know. 


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016


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Sam Came Out of The Woods Today

Sam came out of the woods today,
With his hair and his eyes looking so gray,
The gray of the walls were full of moss,
He stood in the sun and looked so ill
Walking up the wooded valley and wooded hill.

He stood in the western wind, pipes in hand,
On a height of naked pasture land;
With all the countries he did command
Warm raindrops softly embrace his face,
Leaving naked soul to heal.

Inside his heart he only saw pain,
He knew one day there would be peace,
Trying so hard not to go insane
Homeless children with clicking heels,
Seeing so little they have no meals.

He tossed his pipes, so far he couldn't reach,
Into a new world too hard to teach,
Hearing the sign of the blue warbler screech
The whimpering of the kestrel sat behind the sun,
Taking in the music before going on the run.

Times have changed from the past,
Pipes held less power,making them unable to last,
Juniper full of fruited bough
The fragile blue clustered air we breathe,
Such aimless sign of relieve.



Copyright © Yvonne Kania | Year Posted 2015


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THE KESTREL SELENE


                               Hovering silently above the sunkissed field
                                she stalks her prey, tail adjusting movement
                                 then swoops effortlessly towards the unconcealed
                                  
                                
                                      Field mouse has no idea, life`s about to sieze
                                        with eyes transfixed, claws outgasped
                                          she swoops down,not a breeze

                                              Her prey is caught,off back to her nest
                                                four newly born chicks await
                                                  because food,nutrition is what she does best


 
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Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011


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Angels and Demons - The Finale Act 1.

The eastern seaboard
Of the United States
As the sisters three
Evil dictates
 
Population massed
As the floods rise
Lands disappearing 
Is the earth in demise
 
In typical fashion
We fight amongst ourselves
For higher ground
A higher shelf
 
Woman and children
Allegedly first
Money changes
It's the size of the purse
 
The frenzy quietens
As the sisters appear
Dressed in death
Many thousands in fear
 
Families scatter
Trampled under
Human stampede
Bodies asunder
 
As they slaughter in spree
The government acts
Maybe this time 
They will believe the facts
 
The NORAD Complex
In the Cheyenne Mountain
A solution in discussion
This time, one we can count on

Hidden in it's hangers
Are weapons so great
For these sisters three
Will learn their fate

Around the table
The orders are given
To save our planet
From it's impending midden

Three Kestrel fighters
From a war torn past
Will have on board
A lifeline to cast

On this morning of thought
Our pilots of thee
From our silo's launched
To protect the world from the three


< 1 > Their Ritual in the Forest followed by < 2 > The Three Events >



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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009


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Something about culture

Something about culture
Something deeper than root
Thicker than blood
More brutal than ancestry
Wriggling from the mud
Something inviolate
Absolutely unemancipating
Something the nomenclatured "badwud"
The aroma from the kitchen
Fresh herbs and logwood smoke
The crispy crunch of a delectable feast
Fried fish and bammy
Pepper pot soup, or the glammy
Aftermath of cowskin, cowfoot
Walking on the pleasure zone
Green pastures of the brain
Something about a sista in dancehall attire
A dreadlock on a stage shouting "fire"

Something about Jamaica
Umbilical cord of love
Rising from a Cockpit cave
Soaring like a kestrel
Over the Blue Mountain of love
Something about culture
Ties us there
And here I was in Germany
Prowling the world fair
Badwud sweeter than ganja light up the air
A rush of bodies
A crush of wings
Expleted and respectable rushing there
"Yardie in trouble" some declare
But I seeing a train hovering in midair
Understood the expletive
And only stood and stared
Jamaica like delicious mangoes
Bunching there.


Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009


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The Swallow and the Kestrel

He is a boy with orange hair
And more freckles than pride.
He is a boy with his eyes on his feet-
He glows the light that others reflect.

She is a girl with accusation in her eyes
And more regrets than confidence.
She is a girl with her face to the sun-
She steals the warmth that others emit.

His is a world filled with locked doors
That he has the keys to.
His is a world that never stops moving-
It tries to keep up with him.

Hers is a world filled with empty boxes
That she’s already searched.
Hers is a world that claws and bites-
It defends itself against her.

His wings are small and fluttering-
They take him South for the Winter.
He sings a charming song
And revels in the world.

Her wings are strong and wild-
They carry her through the Stormclouds.
She screams a hunter’s anthem
And contradicts the world.


Copyright © Little Sperling | Year Posted 2017


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The Return of Earth to the Devout

Squadron assembled
Trojans and droids
Three sisters their target
Null to void
 
Atmosphere entered
Red to grey glow
As we near earths terrain
Red rivers flow
 
Cities on fire
Civilisation of pyres
No daylight sensed
Extinguished, by these darkened pariah's
 
The droids report back
These sisters three
In New York spotted
Near the Statue of Liberty
 
The decision is made
To take them out
To salvage the earth
Return to the devout
 
Kestrel fighters
With missiles primed
Head to the target
Mission define
 
On contact of hit
The heads explode
Filled with the souls
Of past earths abode
 
It has to take
The souls of the free
To rid these pariahs
For all eternity
 
In formation swoop
Waves of three
Triangular pincer
Missiles release
 
The first to fall
Kristy Krull
Two direct hits
This devout cull
 
Ale-era the Apocalypse
From the freedom torch falls
All three strike home
Liberty Island calls
 
Illyanna
The darkened leader
Whom the sisters follow
Pariah feeder
 
In Central Park
Her power failing 
Kestrels strike
The darkened flailing
 
The last entity
In blackened spew
Illyanna
Downed by the souls so true
 
It took many many years
For the deathly red to fade
For the earth to return
To it's previous glade
 
From the Jungles of Jupiter
A cry was heard
Mother earth is dying
Devout is our word



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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009


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cyta

The call of the muezzin, drifting over the wall,
mixes with the odors 
of diesel, cooking oil, and humanity,
as I watch a lone kite flying above low houses, 
a smear of red across dun colored hovels,
crouched against barren mountains, 
jagged like broken molars,
and imagined it to be a sun spotted apparition,
the mazy soul of the city,
tethered, wind whipped, straining, 
and I long to sever the string,
turn it aloft to jetstreamed freedom,
high cried, 
tear dried,
childhood... 
denied,
and only barely notice,
the kite, 
torn, landfallen,
twisted on a high wire like a kestrel pinioned,
and the sun sets.


Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2016


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BIRD OF PREY

A flash of wing............. 
Exploded feathers....... 
Bird of prey 
Nature's way 
Raptor's thing 

The Falcon's speed 
Victim,pays no heed 
Aerial violence, 
in the sunlit blue silence 

The Hawk........ 
flashing by 
High speed dart in the sky 

The kestrel............ 
Hovering above ground 
The assassin............ 
Kills without a sound 

Mighty Eagle............ 
Lord of the sky 
Feathers of gold 
Mighty Eagle, 
So bold 

Bird of prey........... 
Slash of beak....... 
Rip of talon 
Hunting, the only day 

Flashing shadow 
Feathers ,glow 
Prey ,to die 
Bird of prey 
Lord of sky 

The sun,at your back 
You, make your attack 
The keen eye, 
surveys, all the sky 

Masters of the air 
Eagles lair 
Compete, if you dare 
Your life ,not to spare 


Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006


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BIRD OF PREY

A flash of wing............. 
Exploded feathers....... 
Bird of prey 
Nature's way 
Raptor's thing 

The Falcon's speed 
Victim,pays no heed 
Aerial violence, 
in the sunlit blue silence 

The Hawk........ 
flashing by 
High speed dart in the sky 

The kestrel............ 
Hovering above ground 
The assassin............ 
Kills without a sound 

Mighty Eagle............ 
Lord of the sky 
Feathers of gold 
Mighty Eagle, 
So bold 

Bird of prey........... 
Slash of beak....... 
Rip of talon 
Hunting, the only day 

Flashing shadow 
Feathers ,glow 
Prey ,to die 
Bird of prey 
Lord of sky 

The sun,at your back 
You, make your attack 
The keen eye, 
surveys, all the sky 

Masters of the air 
Eagles lair 
Compete, if you dare 
Your life ,not to spare 



Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006