Best Kingfishers Poems
More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursuits
Imbibing much from the life of the peasantry
Whom none can beat in life’s lessons elementary
How they interact devoid of all cold formality
And remain free from all artificiality
I inhale the fragrance of the wayside blooms
Watch kingfishers and parakeets in colorful plumes
My eyes never miss Nature’s minute caprices
And I rejoice in home bound birds’ sonatas
I watch the daylight paving way for the night
And the sun willfully surrendering his might
I listen to the invisible choir, singing in the dark
That breaks the sacred silence of the dusk
How these common scenes fill me with delight
Nevertheless making me sorry for the unhappy plight
Of those unable to enjoy any ordinary scene
And turn their backs to pleasurable sights umpteen
Blessed are those who have eyes to see and feel
And remain happy being close to Nature’s heel
Whose ears are attuned to the beats of the average
And who need no other intoxicating beverage
Those who get a kick out of the commonplace
And seek everyday banal sensations to embrace
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May.21.2022
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Categories:
kingfishers, beauty, environment, happiness, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
When the season of splendor sprinkles
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in ecstasy,
I dip my quill in vivid shades of ebullient sacramento ink.
When in a gentle stroke, the first ray of the golden prince
caresses the myrtle terrain of earth - his beloved princess,
and she wakes up from her dark moss slumber
blushing and swinging in neon shades of love
in a moment of delight as she becomes
a pinnacle of rustic beauty
sparkling and swaying in shamrock hues, and
when the harmonious harp of the buzzing bees
wafts in the air as they suck sweet nectar
from the brilliant blooms adorning
my muse’s verdant malachite rockery
adding vivid lime vibrance to the hustle and bustle
of the grassy gorgeous flower beds dispensing
the aroma of exuberant pistachio thoughts of my reasoning -
and becomes a harbinger of hope for my creative quill,
I passionately let my avocado ink
to pen its inspiring pearls of perception.
When my muse ponders
on the fragility of life fraught with
hindrances and hiatuses for progress,
yet wonders on how life advances
and ascends in the rungs of optimism -
like buds finding way to bloom
even in a pit of rocky soil:
my ink blossoms in the tender glow
of my lilac dreams of love and peace.
Categories:
kingfishers, hope, muse, spring,
Form:
Free verse
birds interesting
a collection from nature-
all so beautiful
The Storm Petrel's are small birds that seem to hover,
little sea birds that appear to be walking on the water.
Loons unable to walk on land they shuffle like old people-
oh so graceful and skillful underwater can run across a lake . . .
Rails just love eating dense green vegetation,
Plover's like to run across a sandy beach hunting;
Roosting on a building is the beautiful Pigeon,
Oh so remarkable the Hoatzin is intriguing;
And electric blue Kingfishers are truly amazing.
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October 31, 2015
Combination of - Haiku, Couplet, Free Verse, Quintain
For the contest, A Poets Dozen (12 lines)
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Categories:
kingfishers, bird,
Form:
Verse
Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving
The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope brings love forth once again anew!
Sweet trees are now ripe and bearing
Huge fruit destined to be our gift
Faith and love are both softly caring
For streams flowing with us so very swift!
Future days await our faithful arriving
Hours we spend storing our hopes in dreams
Like Kingfishers so deeply water diving
Sweetest loves flow in the brightest streams!
Forever our hopes hold us in this deep embrace
We that love God and accept his eternal grace!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015
Note- Forgive me for being on a sonnet blitz and writing so many as of late.
This was written tonight and posted on another forum where I moderate a Creative Writing sub-forum.
Categories:
kingfishers, allusion, anniversary, appreciation, art,
Form:
Sonnet
In an island amidst the seamless seas,
lost in the warmth of a dream-like enchanting moment,
I sense a smooth placid stillness and repose.
As the golden ball ascends,
light bids adieu to the dark with a soft kiss -
the sky welcomes her beloved with a vermilion smile.
Mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope.
The morning sky glows in rays of nature's lamp,
warm and vibrant, it heals my soul.
Ten lines taken from the following poems:
1. In My Dream
2. Sunflowers
3. To Leave All Cares Behind
4. Waiting for Light
5.The Glory of Dawn
6. Vermilion Sunrise at Kanyakumari
7. Mindful Moments
8. My Blossoms
9. Soothing Serenity
10. To Belong
Categories:
kingfishers, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I write upon mountains from whence I view the sea
soothed by the rhythmic motion of the tide
my muse goes into overdrive
Soon my pretty notebook
is bursting with simple scribbles and rambling lines
as I watch a heron stalking its prey
I’ve a picnic to eat as I go on my way
and I’ll sketch vivid purple columbines,
then re read the scrawled notes I took
in my notebook archive
Initial thoughts are edited and modified
guess I’m striving for perfection you see
Nature’s beauty inspires me to pen poetry
and I love strolling in the countryside
I'll watch kingfishers as they dive
into a babbling brook,
cool water glistening as the golden sun shines;
outdoors in the fresh air I long to stay
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My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/30/21
Categories:
kingfishers, nature, sea, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Many many moons ago
leaving the porch
of a south-facing canyon,
I hiked to a place
where the foothills
narrowed,
Where the asphalt road
ran astride the reservoir lake
into which kingfishers
dived at will,
and Great Horned owls
hooted at passerby,
And crickets chirped
in the castor bean
in the broom grass,
in the sumac and sorrel
and the scrub oak
and the sage,
I walked with gathering dusk
upslope to the ridge
where one lone bat
in diving approach,
plunged to air
as kingfisher to lake,
As owl to moon
or as moon to owl
or as owl to owl,
two owls upon the perch
fated couple
to a lifelong mate.
At this very place
I saw my mission unfold
in ceremony of solemn joining
in deepest respect
this wedded pair
framed aside starlight,
Framed within angles
of better aspect
placing male to left
female to right,
then married them there
till death do they part,
He in a cassock of feathers
all attention to duty
she with a blink
of a solitary eye,
I with a wave
of the official hand,
"I decree thee man and wife"
I the chaparral poet of authority
captain on this ship
I do wed thee,
witnessed by bat and kingfisher
cricket and castor bean.
And so my sudden voice
startled both to flight
he with wings to eclipse
the moon, the sky
she in silence
winged forever to his side.
Categories:
kingfishers, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
MY SECRET RIVER
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Its source some distance from its end, highlands.
A little trickle meanders a mile.
Pure, full of many forms of life, no fish!
Now babbles over rocky ground, the brook,
widening, now with banks, sticklebacks, the fish.
Water still pure, a stream has formed, o joy.
Its banks not high, festooned with flowers, joy.
Now some miles from its source in the highlands.
A sunny summers day, the stream with fish,
high banks, kingfishers nesting every mile.
Faintly, on calm days, hark the babbling brook.
Approaching river size, otters swim with fish.
Still growing, flowing fast, the herons fish.
Through wonderland, glades and glens, total joy!
From a trickle to sticklebacks, a brook.
The stream now some ten miles from the highlands,
river now formed, splendour, mile after mile!
Rapids, mini falls, salmon, what a fish!
Aquatic life amazing, birds and fish.
Anglers banned, this river no strife for fish!
A wildlife sanctuary, a smile a mile,
how I wish wildlife could smile their joy.
Walked its length, the sweet call of the highlands.
Several miles upstream, distant is the brook.
Its source a memory, likewise the brook.
The stickleback such a dainty, cute fish,
must move downstream, cold the winter highlands.
All memories for me, the birds and the fish!
Fishing with just a worm, much childhood joy.
Frail now, lucky if I can walk a mile.
Collect smiles in my camera, mile on mile.
My favourite smile, the babbling tiny brook,
gurgling, rapping, o so full of joy.
Then I remember, salmon, what a fish,
its leaping rapids, such power in a fish.
Tonight again I'll dream the highlands.
The highlands, many secret trickle mile,
some fish were found in the cool babbling brook.
The fish found downstream o what pure joy
Categories:
kingfishers, nature, rap, river,
Form:
Sestina
Swift does the shallow river flow
beneath the trees that upwards grow,
Kingfishers sit on a shoreline rock
hunting fish in the water below
Starlings swarm in a large blue flock
at dusk and dawn at six of the clock,
A stunning spectacle that's a must to see
while sitting on a boat in the dock
Gulls and Terns bob about on the sea
before they depart like an irate banshee,
they swoop and dive in an aerial tableau
a sight to be seen and a thing of beauty
Sandpiper, Whimbrel and Plover are seen
from high water to surf and points in between.
Categories:
kingfishers, animal, nature, sea, urdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
I live in a city of a Indian state
where you can discern refreshing greeneries, that accommodate
the kingfishers,Rollers,peacocks,snakes and white cranes
Although rice is the major crop,black lentils,sugar canes
corns,sunflowers and groundnuts are the seasonal crops
Since it is a rainfed area,the agriculture rely on rain drops
Pongal,the three days festival is celebrated in mid-January
for the year harvest,as a thank giving ceremony
The Brihadeeswara temple,inscribed on list of world heritage
along with airavateswara temple,surviving 1000 ages
have convoluted stone carvings and intricate sculptures
reveal our ancient cultures and they are our treasures
I am talking about the beautiful city
Even though it is a city,people's behavior
pretend you to feel like an unrivaled village
The people are more generous and obliging
No religious gap among us,Christians go to mosques
Hindus to churches,Muslims to temples,we are unique
People came from different regions and communities
Nayaks,sauarashtras,marathas savvy the value of unity
and we are living examples of unity in diversity
we follow all the traditions without ambiguity
Tamil is our official language,the name
of city reveals the unvarnished fame
Categories:
kingfishers, culture, identity, tamil,
Form:
Rhyme
Longing for the rainforest,
the smell of life eternal springs
and wafts across the oceans deep
to my chilly home to bring..
images of orchards bright
in high trees with roots a dangling
of butterflies, I've never seen
and crocodiles prey wrangling.
Longing for the forest in spring
the eastern coast of Australia,
the gushing falls high above all
Kingfishers dressed in regalia.
I dream of Daintree and sky walks
above the forest's fecund floor
of mangrove trees riverside,
rousing morning doves galore..
Ghadja I, ghost spirit white,
I dream of Australian spring time
far across the deepest sea
down under I walk in dreamtime.
*In the animist framework of Australian Aboriginal mythology,
Dreamtime is a sacred era in which ancestral totemic spirit beings
created the world.
Categories:
kingfishers, adventure, imagination, nature, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Birds have always captured my imagination,
They have such a beauty and a unique nature;
Oh, what an array of birds for my inspection,
I write this for the birds that fly in the azure.
They have, such a beauty and a unique nature,
White terns on the wing or pigeons in a park;
I write this for the birds; that fly in the azure,
Tiny hummingbirds and the owl in the dark.
White terns on the wing, or pigeons in a park,
The eagles and hawks, the swan and the duck;
Tiny hummingbirds - and the owl in the dark,
Dazzling fly-catchers and kingfishers that pluck.
The eagles and hawks - the swan, and the duck,
Woodpeckers that drum a beat or a tuneful wren;
Dazzling, fly-catchers and kingfishers that pluck,
Beauty in the wild, city; or in a green forest glen.
Woodpeckers, that drum a beat or a tuneful wren,
Oh what an array! Of birds for my inspection;
Beauty - in the wild, city or in a green forest glen,
Birds have always captured, my imagination.
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October 22, 2015
Pantoum
Submitted to the contest, For The Birds, sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Sixth Place
Categories:
kingfishers, bird,
Form:
Pantoum
The Kingfishers Stare
shy blue halcyon
caught your stare under moonbeam
ripple over splash
© Shane Cogan 2013
Categories:
kingfishers, beauty, bird, fish, river,
Form:
Haiku
Leaping over nettle bushes,to clear becks and streams
picking fruit from orchid trees, children in our element and dreams.
Building dens in rainy woods,our warmth and shelter clear
raindrops dripping from oak leafs,like a shedding tear.
Swaying cornfields upon the old farmhouse,animals grazing
an overall panoramic view, outback Eston Hills so amazing.
The summertime offers such, an array of beautiful sights
from the hares dancing the fields,to kingfishers in flight.
North sea a mere stone throw,from the pastures that i dwell
calm waters see children building sandcastles,boats tossed violently when it does swell.
Fishermen unload their catch,seagulls lurking for a feed
the high pitch cry babylike,scraps for the need.
Captain Cooks` birthplace, named Great Ayton Village
a very proud community,sporting a collection of spillage.
Of his treasures and necessisitys,held in Stewart Park Museum.
Attracting visitors far and wide,to get a chance to see them.
In wintertime when the cold and snow does test
hanging out the nut nets,for the robin red breast.
Also the animals, so vulnerable alike and rare
building pole houses, for their warmth and care.
Paul beadnall.
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name a Nature Tale.
7/10/11.
Categories:
kingfishers, nature, children,
Form:
Rhyme
wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
-
farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
-
wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
-
warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
-
inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets follow pen
-
as fall approaches
swifts are well on their way
second brood blackbirds
-
hungry mosquitoes
human siestas a nap
insect repellent
-
sunbathing insects
flowerflies hovering free
mowers thrashing lawns
-
farmers cutting hay
a smell not forgotten
wildlife be afraid
-
sunbathers warning
cream up or suffer sunburn
worse melanoma
-
swifts immature
three years on the wing
unbelievable
-
sand martins nesting
adorning soft sandy clifts
freshwater skimmers
-
dragonflies masters
watch them fly backwards a thrill
kingfishers posing
-
super hot weather
droughts not good for wildlife
reprieved... thunderstorms
-
climate warming
both poles can't take the heat
humans all sweating
-
a countryside walk
on a warm sunlit day
foxes sunbathing
Categories:
kingfishers, june, nature, summer, sun,
Form:
Haiku