Best Kites Poems
In a meadow fair lived the mouse Ben,
Who fell in love with the squirrel Jen.
He wanted to marry but had not a dime,
“What could I give her that's shiny and mine?”
He thought and he thought and then he knew,
What he could give that was neither old nor blue,
“I know! A star, for what burns brighter
Than love lit from afar?”
So he called to the moon and asked for her advice,
She told him, “I'll give you a star but there is a price.”
Up the ladder he climbed with shovel and grin,
He began to loose a star from its pin.
Jen watched from below, wringing her hands,
For she knew sometimes the stars had other plans.
And when he fell from heaven, the Moon took pity.
“He would give you the brightest star in my city.”
And then from a mouse he was quickly turned
She searched high and low but when she learned,
Poor Jen cried in relief, then sighed,
She pleaded with the goddess, who replied
“I'll give him back, if only I knew,
which of my constellations I made him into...”
She extended her hand as a friend,
“You must find him yourself, and only then,
Fear not, don't despair, not all is lost,
But everything changes, it comes with a cost.”
Jen searched high and low, pry and pull
But some stars were too hot ,others too cool
Finally she found him! Shaped like a rose,
When she touched his hand they both froze.
Falling from the heavens, both intertwined
They really were in a pickle, a real bind.
Suddenly they gasped, feeling lighter
They were coasting on wing flaps and fur
Laughing with joy, they glided higher, they flew!
For a new journey, they were forged anew
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So my friend challenged me to write a poem/story about sugargliders, the moon, and a
dime. In the end the squirrel and mouse are turned into sugargliders.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Written 5/6/2014
coarse sand forms brown rills
hard scree, rock cleft trills
fine clouds frame red kite
string slack; old maid wills
The kites fly high, flapping colors
As if they want to reach the clouds
In blue water, emotion stirs
Children run with glee and yell loud
Kites soar like birds on a string
Higher and higher in the sky
Fun in the park, happy to sing
There are no worries, no wonders why
The simple things can bring this joy
Colors in the wind, free to see
Happiness, playing with the toys
An ocean park, sweet memory
Heidi Sands
9/1/17
We met for poetry, found a lively group
occupying our space; Herculaneum
High School Reunion Committee.
They introduced themselves,
offered to move. "No," we said.
"We can use the other end of the room."
Distracted by their excited chatter,
we asked, "What year did you graduate?
1961 . . . your 50th reunion . . . wow."
"You're too young for this," she said.
"No, I graduated in 1953," I said.
"1953! Hey, she graduated in 1953,"
she said. They were astonished.
"Impossible!"
"No Way!"
"Unbelievable!"
"You graduated when you were five?"
I thanked them and moved on
to the poetry meeting, floating on air.
cfa © 12/9/2010
Moon up high, awake and beaming in white
Soft cloud smiles, watching the moonlight dancing
Behind the furs, hiding as crystal kite
Bounds in miles, prancing with stars so pleasing.
Winds so cold, peeking on wonders of light
Stars on hold, freezing with yonders of oak
Air so bold, giggling at blunders of might
Quasars unfold, circling defying-cloak.
Tarrying night lights over winds of song
Energies regained by lunar mission
Stellars and Mother light spanning so long
Clouds under sheer lights, imploring fusion.
Fueling man's vision, entities horn
Power of illusion, beauties reborn.
Summer time is here
sky is blue sun is shining
kites dance in the wind
Warm winds blowing hard
Children play in country park
Red kites fly high
Kites in rise
Winding butterflies
Clouds painted with rose
Spilled paint on the clouds
Nora pulling at the strings
The kite an autumn letter
Caught upon the wind
It dips in the dusk colors
As though never to come down.
I saw the Red Kites
flying high in the sky;
What a beautiful site to behold:
As they hovered above
with the sun shining through,
revealing their red, brown and gold.
History tells
about a century ago,
these birds were almost extinct.
I swear I saw one
as it came sweeping down,
give me a mischievous wink.
"We're back (was the message)
and we're here to stay,
sit back and enjoy the view."
Then all of a sudden
they burst out in song,
like a choir right on cue.
Red kite loses flight
Bump bump bumping through the grass
She runs to recast
Kite snags on a jagged rock
Rips a hole inside girl’s heart
3/30/12 - Revised 4/2/12
for "Let's Go Fly a Kite" contest
A big thanks to Andrea for her ideas and suggestions over the past year that have made my writing better :)
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There he hanged in suspended agony with screams pelting
recluse eyes terrified in the glow of afternoon melting…
pockmarked face, ears filled with stain, bones clanking.
how can i soothe his pain borne from abandonment sighing
no name, birth date, parents---thrown in orphanage dying
Warm milk with nudging couldn’t slay nightmares moaning
games on the porch were not part of his toddler’s beginning
yet, tenderness and steeled patience came unknowing
kites after kites, my nephews claimed him as brethren belonging
slowly… he met my smile with his warm gaze lightly riding
Cheeks now more pink than clouds, he painted with hands winging
laughter in bubbly froth loosened grip of past remembering
how we cupped the moon at night, his ribs swelled with arms widening
i entered his healing waters, watched him steadily growing…
He was my hero; loving a stranger taught me to be life-giving.
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*To E.J.… one who became my foster child for a year.
Janette Fisher's Hero Contest
by nette onclaud
Fly kite
Cut hands
Rob lands
Taliban
Children’s scars
Biblical fears
Commandments near
Steal not anothers' tear
Escape the evil hands
No music, no happiness
Dance your way to the Promised Land
Leave the blood and mountains of sand
The old ones die
So that the young may fly
In a new land
Without Taliban
On a summer’s day
Some boys are flying their kites
In the vast blue sky.
Look at me, I am a kite
Clasp me firmly, but not too tight
My rainbow trail flickers among the light
Patterns of colour soar, swirling so bright
Amidst the howls of childish delight.
Air on a G-string is making me jive
The grace I hold as I flutter and dive
A timeless freedom, in which I thrive
This fraction of eternity, where I have arrived
Cherished memories, the joys of being alive.
I move in grand circles and long sweeping arcs
Blazing so radiantly, i'm throwing off sparks
This topsy turvy journey my soul embarks
Wth an amazing insight it then remarks...
...'Live with Light and Love, then the fun really starts!'
From up so high, the view melts my senses
Freedom to roam, no need for fences
To see so clearly with no pretences
No thoughts for profit neither expenses
When conscious winds blow, the journey of your life commences.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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