Best Migrating Poems
Bonuses have shrunk.
Two ambitions now remain:
make Board or expat.
Sun-kissed and well-fed
migrating birds, time to time
reminisce of home.
Open foreign minds,
gated local dwellings,
home sick capital.
More money; less tax.
Lost abandoned ambition
repatriated.
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
Birds fly by my house
Heading South, and returning
They stop to eat here
Migrating to America
In the age of Aquarius
Envisioning the best from the
Land of opportunity where it’s been said
Streets are paved in gold
Everyone has a white picket fence and
A Chevrolet too
The corner hop served burgers and fries
Soda fountains and milkshakes at the Five and Dime
Teens danced the twist and the mash potato
On American Bandstand
And kids played under open fire hydrants in the city
Black is beautiful…
Short afros large afros and James Brown
Tell the people “Say it loud, I’m black
And I’m proud” Bill Withers on the radio
Singing ‘Lean on Me’ and
Shaft is a ‘Bad mo fo… watch your mouth’
Watts turned into ash driven by black rage combustion
Fed up with police brutality still fresh on everyone’s minds
Jesus Christ is a superstar on Broadway
Harry Krishna and the Moonies in orange
Garbs and shaven heads trying to transcend souls
With their tambourines
Flower children preaching peace and love
Pot is something you smoke
Hot pants are short shorts
Worn with boots made for walking
And Uncle Sam wants you
He’s giving a free round trip ticket to Vietnam
While young men dodge the draft
Welcome to a new dawning in the age of Aquarius
Migrating settling in a new land
Leaving behind adolescence and easy island living
For a future to fulfill dreams in a concrete jungle
On migrating to America.
I descend from Prussian tradition full of frozen rain and fire’s marches
Lagoons and marshes my father and history know about the Baltic Sea where
amber
swims ashore adorned jewelry of hearts and minds now on my lover’s slender
neck
We share ancestral stories my wife and I of concentration camps and necklaced
innocents declared informers in Apartheid set alight with tyres in hateful petrol
fumes
and Jewish screams to Genesis in the beginning that was the word when ashes
upon ashes
held all Phoenix’s aground and violence and genocidal anger knows no
boundaries
In flaked photographs and winter ember days set aside for prayer to the
Universe
avalanches and winter glows are waiting for the solitude of summer’s dawning
when Christmas is just another Sudan desert day abandoned by the God of
hellfire
Equidistance from Johannesburg and Koenigsberg belies the message flies away
from Peace
lie lies and old recurrent news in which winter landscapes rarely light the hollow
eyed
children’s dreams but glowing coal burns brightly when the sky erupts and
hallowed
bombs fall from heaven and I declare snowflakes and ember a luxury problem in
my soul
The Migrating Mistress
it started in September
those words he'd heard before
oh! how much I love you
but I need something more
the sad song of the sparrow
searching for a distant shore
he watched as she was leaving
till she left his sight
fell face first in his hands
and cried clear though the night
but with time and consolation
the darkness turned to light
but the sparrow always comes back
instinct prerecords her flight
so in April when he saw her
he held on with all his might
but something inside told him
things would never be all right
Someone wise once said
alls fair in love and war
It's a blessing and a curse
you'll never know for sure
unless you stand beside her
till you knock on heaven's door
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
In early spring’s afterglow
Egrets head north as winds row;
Dwelling on lattice of plains
And coo warble mild refrains--
How migrant journey stirs on
When April wakes with delight
Until lull of morn is done--
A homecoming … our birds' rite !
Eight Lines Contest of Joseph May
5/31/2018
7 syls per line via www.howmanysyllables.com
MIGRATING
Juana and I sit on the fence,
swing our legs,
throw seeds for birds,
check nests for eggs.
Juana,
like the migrating bird
that traveled mile upon mile,
is here now too,
but I hope she stays longer
than the bird that flew.
Ecstatic, electrifying, exhilaration ignites inside,
Inspiring my soul to capture the hope,
Songs echoing on the coast where there is light,
Silent light tossing, trembling, tempting my thoughts,
Into the night where pieces of my heart reflect the music
Playing in the waves, blending with the sea in stardust dreams,
Awakening the need for the hurling of my past,
Away from these tears – images of fears, lost years
When my heart couldn’t escape the ache, shadows break,
Feeding my dreams doubt and confusion I could never escape,
Echoing in the moments just before dusk, moments alive
With hasty alibis, burning away the sunset – a moon so alive,
Bright as the night who beckons, healing, protecting –
While stars glisten like fireflies in the dark sky, dazzling with songs,
Ballads from seas who remember me through the splashing,
Never ending sprays, spattering the dreams,
Tasting of saltlike peace – serenity persuading me to believe,
Just believe in the sea’s tranquility, nestled beneath the waves,
Bringing so much relief, releasing me – teasing me,
Suggesting grace has its place in my prayers, my faith, forever,
Tasting like praise, floating in the seafoam truths,
Testing me for the spirit who colors me in hues so beautiful,
Azure and cobalt soothing, gentling my unsteady nerves –
Filling my sand castle thoughts with a sense of what it means
To believe in His embrace, melting away every doubt
Silencing the fears and relieving all my tears, shielding me
From the loosely secreted memories, the oceanic winds
Who caress the waves with prayers who abide inside those who…
Know the sea, the eventual peace, the waves concede…
To just believe, believe in the sweetness of grace that completes.
Forever, I believe… as the sea startles me with its endless screams,
Its reflection dampens the dread and restores my thinking –
As the waves tremble, tantalizing – I am grateful to feel the water’s swells.
Forever, I believe … forever, I am thrilled to be gazing at the reef, sea’s migrating!
THERE ARE MANY THINGS
I'D SURE LIKE TO KNOW.
BECAUSE CURIOSITY
CONTINUALLY GROWS
DO MIGRATING BIRDS
HAVE GPS ?
OR IS THEIR SENSE
OF DIRECTION SIMPLY THE BEST.
INTUITION OR INSTINCT
HOW DO THEY KNOW.?
OF ALL THE DIRECTIONS
WHICH WAY TO GO?
MIGRATION TAKES PLACE
WE KNOW THERE'S A REASON.
BUT HOW CAN THEY TELL
IT'S TIME OR THAT SEASON.?
THEY ARRIVE EVERY YEAR.
ON THE VERY SAME DAY.
ISN'T IT ODD
IN SOME KIND OF WAY.?
ARE THEY COUNTING THE DAYS?
OR COUNTING THE NIGHTS.?
MAYBE THEY'RE COUNTING
THEIR HOURS IN FLIGHT.
AS IT TURNS OUT
OR AS SCIENTISTS SAY.
MAGNETIC FIELDS
PROVIDE THEM THE WAY
GEOMAGNETIC
FIELDS ARE A MAP.
THEY FOLLOW THE FIELDS
AND ALWAYS COME BACK
Michael E Harris
09171021
Bereft of warmth and succoring provender
But girded with the fortitude providence doth tender
Internal compass the charted course doth render
Steeled to navigate rough skies with built-in aerometer
Dislodged flocks flying south for winter
A winged armada pushing through shearing blender
Swirling masts soar into celestial splendor
In gallant ranks parade o'er corroding timber
In tight formations to withstand every passing rigor
Skirting every obstacle human craft can engender
Gliding through the availing winds, an astute orbiter
nociception of pain
indigenous spirituality
theism ego structure
inevitable consequence
of the painful separation
sun is moving across the sky
thunder roars faint lightning
mediators of inflamed passion
universal need for consolation
neurotic repression
expectation
for non existing
worry is imagination
our interpretation
knowledge and wisdom are limited
intensifying rain drops are real
we are migrating to east
Form:
I migrate towards the visions of my utopian dream.
Where everything is worry free and all things are
meant to be. Where I succeed and God supplies
all of my needs.
My wireless life is sheltered from the past and
now I am home at last. I fall to my knees just
feel the breeze that makes a humming sound
when it hits the trees.
My adrenalin rushes out of me and becomes
sugary candy, that tastes so sweet. Especially
when it melts down the street of existence.
I don’t live there anymore, all of my crafts
where left at the store. My mind stays on the
lord, and I believe like never before.
Monarch Butterflies start off as a
cocoon, then they come out into
beautiful butterflies. The
Lovely monarchs started
migrating, then one
nice bright day, they
disappeared
Now they're
gone.
On
cold
Sunny day,
the beautiful
Monarch Butterflies
Came back from migrating,
oh, what a beautiful sight
To see clusters of monarch
butterflies hanging like silk from trees.
autumn's palette
dawning morning
fight
ride golden sun rays'
flaxen horizon
heaven bound
migrating birds
V formation
tranquil redolence
fragrance
dance among tender
watercolor jewels
as their voices
echo
3-3-2024
I can migrate
with the birds
lift my wings
and soar
to calmer plains
to reach
a different
climate of warmth
for seasons
with you change
spend a cold
winter alone
and starving
I will return
in the spring
hoping you
have frost bite