Best Migrate Poems
One afternoon fatigued I fell asleep
and dreamed of wings,
since then i have been migrating.
In my gamble of life
I have wagered my happiness,
and lost my path.
As a bird bid farewell to the leaves,
falling to the Autumn breeze.
Stretching its own wings
to a new shelter beyond the seas.
will it fare well among the trees?
or the nest be pestered by snakes.
Days passing by as a fluttering butterfly.
The wind was blowing in the wrong direction.
Heavy wings in rain, can they carry me home.
Counting the feathers from my broken wings.
By the swing of the reaper's scythe, someday
I will resign to my sweet eternal sleep in peace.
-Ravi
Bird on warm island.
It is time to migrate north.
Bird thinks, "Why bother?:
In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows
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Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink—
An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime
And leave to her lame lover in a den.
Or if there is a Greek flower to smell!
He‘ll wake up in a dozen weeks time
Like in a long dream,
As bears with the thunders in springs.
I’ll ask my maternal-grands’ well-off gujjar friend
(Supplying them laborers in springs—in land preparation time,
and in late summers—at harvesting.)
Arrange some dozen horses—
Black and brown, hairy and tall.
A couple of mares followed by young naughty foals.
Loud ringing harnesses, soft dip-seated saddles.
A herd of some thousand goats and sheep—
Baby lambs and bucks—
Leaping and sprinting in joy.
A long buffaloes’ herd, some half-mile long.
A dozen dogs and as many bi'ches.
Some roasters, and golden earrings for the big egg-laying hens.
Goatskin beddings and a tall tent;
All-- in our procession.
And a travel, to the far fog-covered grassy meadows,
There,
Across the northern forests and river.
We’ll enjoy long spiritual sits around high flaming fire,
On the lawns shall take walks in night.
We’ll talk by the bank of the garrulous brook in moonlight,
For hours shall sex as the unmoved frogs in seed-time,
And shall bath together in the brook, every cockcrow.
I promise you, my nomadess,
We’ll live decades in days…!
And return with
The sacred souls stirring in joy
Inside the bodies filled to the top.
This was not my imagination
For I was alert and sober,
When I witnessed an odd migration
At midday, in early October
A dying leaf held me in it's spell
Tumbling passed limbs and bark,
Twisting and turning as it fell
And transforming into a monarch
Emerged a newborn butterfly
Just before it hit the ground,
Taking wing toward the sky
Helped by the wind around
Freed from her rooted tree
Let go, like a child's balloon,
A split decision it had to be
With no time for a cocoon
I watched as it beat about
New spots of orange and black,
Confidently and without a doubt
That it would not be coming back
Away she flew up into the sun
And my eyes I tried to shade,
To glimpse before this dream was done
Because in the distance she would fade
Answered were all my quandaries
Before this leaf met the grass,
Proving there are no boundaries
That Mother Nature could surpass
How could she be so agile
Soaring on paper thin wings?,
How something frail and fragile
Could do extraordinary things!
To Miami Must Migrate
To Miami people must have to migrate
Then stand in line while they will wait
One had been riding on a brown horse
We noticed was completely off course.
Migrants were caught betwixt and between
Bring both passport and card that is green
And they become annoyed and exploded
Passport and green card had been voided.
Parents brought daughter who was a beaut
Not only that, she forgot her bathing suit
So instead of people wanting to impress
She wore Jane jewelry and a long dress.
When in Miami you have to obtain consent
Of tall, handsome man, great travel agent
Your hair was beautiful and a bright blue
Yet still he wanted to come along with you.
You both sure must have looked weird
while standing together under the weather.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
To Miami Must Migrate
To Miami people must have to migrate
Then stand in line while they will wait
One had been riding on a brown horse
We noticed was completely off course.
Migrants were caught betwixt and between
Bring both passport and card that is green
And they become annoyed and exploded
Passport and green card had been voided.
Parents brought daughter who was a beaut
Not only that, she forgot her bathing suit
So instead of people wanting to impress
She wore Jane jewelry and a long dress.
When in Miami you have to obtain consent
Of tall, handsome man, great travel agent
Your hair was beautiful and a bright blue
Yet still he wanted to come along with you.
You both sure must have looked weird
while standing together under the weather.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
summer residence
across Canada border~
bald eagle's timeshare
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
posted on August 6, 2018
Fly, bird, why don't you fly away?
And the bird still stays
Even though it knows its a bad place to be
The bird's stuck there
Because its the only place it knows where to go
The only place it'll call home
And it knows there's somewhere
It can go and be safe
And the bird will like it
But it can't.
It wonders what it'll do
If the bird really did take flight
But it'll stay behind
My heart is a bird-
Who forgot to migrate