Best Nest Poems
What tales your leaves must whisper
of youths tall in your strong arms.
Pretending to be pirates
in a terrible, fierce storm.
Or lovers in your shadows
making vows they sometimes kept;
dreamer's secret hideaway,
underneath leaves, young boys slept.
Many years honed your boldness,
growing taller, stronger, blest.
You were proud to play sentry
standing guard so birds could nest.
You were the featured player
in those years of grandeur past.
Years have now turned against you
and have burdened you at last.
Growing older with seasons,
branches balding, and falling.
You stand proud as you listen
to echoes and their calling.
My good friend, grand old oak tree
I will sit with you at last
We'll tell each other stories
of those days that have long passed.
April, 2020
for Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest
by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Flightless, the smallest such bird,
he’s hopping about madly now,
dexterous little feet grab what they can -
he lost his beak decades ago
to a merciless marauder drone –
here, some tiny, thorny little twigs,
there, a footful of leaves nearly blown by
among better leaves flown by.
The wind is relentless,
he’s never known it more violent,
but he hasn’t known it any calmer either.
It’s already blown tons of wisdom
whistling past and around him,
that airborne car nearly hit him,
the airborne fridge was even closer,
but he’s lucky to be small enough
to be narrowly missed
and able to find little crevasses
to hide in when he needs a rest.
The smallest flightless bird,
he might take involuntary flight
in the clutches of absurd winds,
but somehow he stays on the ground.
The frayed old edge of a dog-blanket
is next across his path,
blown from the prison out south,
and he’s got it ! He grabbed it !
Well done, flightless little rascal.
Everything he’s gathered
will be the scrappiest little nest
ever known to man or bird,
he’ll clumsily patch it all together
in the smallest tree
(he, of all birds, needs a small tree),
small as his greatest preconceptions,
strangely anchored by the deepest root
known to brainwashed man or tree.
The wind, so crafty, is drunk with power,
it might blow that mountain
against the side of a bigger mountain,
they’ll both be scarred
for a good few minutes at least.
But that ragged little nest will be built
and he’ll simply never leave it,
he’ll make it scrappier by the day.
19th December 2018
Have you heard
about the bird
Who built a nest
with zeal and zest?
With zeal and zest
with string and straw
It was the best nest
you ever saw.
She took her time
and smoothed out the creases
Then out jumped a chipmunk
who tore it to pieces.
-1968
Natural beautiful
Newfound love, roses grow
New moon silver flashes
Nubile young, blushing cheeks
Nice guy, real charmer
Nuts about your sweet kiss
Nothing can change the love
30.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
( Pleiades form : N )
www.howmanysyllables.com
For Kim Merryman's contest
All newborns move from womb to crib;
and toddlers leave the floor to play in yards.
Most youngsters go from home to school,
learning a new milieu some with ease.
Our kids both young and old contend with space.
While teens assemble, needing gangs and groups,
our college students age as they leave home.
The forest’s edge expands with chills and thrills.
Advancing purlieu dawns on us
the outskirts of our lives change over time.
The empty nest can normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
With marriage, having children need not stunt
our passage if we've learned our lessons well.
We welcome flux and look forward to tomorrow.
Grandkids will start the cycle anew.
Agendas set; when of necessity
we must retreat, forest calls us back,
we think goodbye, adieu slowed our bearings down.
In lieu of serving others, we now dread
being waited-on by younger souls
who'll take their mental notes. An empty nest
just helps pull the curtains on our clock and stage.
pale paper palace
hundred hexagonal cells -
deserted fortress
3/28/2017
Even in her weakness,
her adoration multiplies
oh...... the animals are also not left out
as the serpent of the wilderness
finds grace under her shadows
and the dragons of the forests
dance to her hymns.
Of all the men showcasing their might,
the strong, the rich, the mighty and the elegant;
the wise, the intelligent, the skilled and the glamorous
you looked down and smiled at me.
This is a world which seems not true.
your choice of me, seized my consciousness
but I immediately came back to Life
because I also found you on the other side
this shows how you have taken over my being.
I'm not even worthy of your competition
yet you broke the rules you created to make me yours.
I am now indebted to you
and my Life, the definition of your choices.
My breathe will be the function of your will,
your Love?
I cling unto it like a cub to its mother.
I never thought I will meet your gaze
but now I possess your thighs.
I never imagined feeling your touch
but now, I experience your warm embrace.
I never thought I could hold your hands
but now, your body belongs to me.
I will cherish every part of you,
take care of every of your needs
and ensure your glow never goes faint.
I'll take the bites of several wolves
to ensure your feet doesn't go red.
I'll persevere the fall from several logs
to ensure you never have a headache
and I'll absorb the heat of the red hot furnace
to ensure your skin doesn't go rough.
All I'm saying honey,
is, I will love you much more than you can ever imagine.
having you is an undeserving blessing.
Loving you is staying deservedly blessed.
A life moves on
The empty space
A vacancy
The smile missed face
The heartfelt ache
The hopeful joy
Of knowing birds
Must wings deploy
The silent cloak
Of no-one there
Is draped on shoulders
Poised to bear
A voice, a note
Would lift the heart
Small gesture to
The soul impart
Some comfort
In the knowing that
The gloss of memory
Not turned to matte
For vibrant is
The emptiness
Highlighting your
Full presence, yes
And more
Despite the heartache burn
It waits with Love
For your return
Past my window
they swoop and fly.
First they're low
then they're high.
A nest they've built
in a tree
covered with ivy
so we can't see.
Ravens black
and wide of wing.
Back and forth,
food they bring
to the nest
for their young.
So at last
Spring has sprung.
Eagerly I await
the first view
of baby ravens
shiny and new.
Secluded Lovers Nest.
.
Alone as one in our secluded nest
Made of love to be forever together
Heart to heart and heaven blessed
Lost in the cozy moment
Giving and sharing awakening blissful kisses
And sweet tender caress
.
Eliciting a deep flow of warm emotions
And exquisite mounting sensations
Freedom to express what mere words cannot express
With teasing strokes and loving touches
Increasing tension to a satisfying liberation
.
Silver trails planted upon a sensitive yielding
Smooth receptive sensitive landscape
The secret garden tendered
As two bodies rive with pleasure
And weave in the midst of a firry lake
Assenting to a higher place
Only twin flames can venture
Few travel with the sweetest pain
Upon such a thrilling sensual adventure
.
The waves of hungered passion
Now as a placid lake
Warm embers still aglow
The lavish feast now satisfied
Wrapped up safe in each other's tender arms
Pecks and butterfly kisses
And the glazed look of love
In my lover's eyes
.
She gently nuzzles her lovely head upon my bare chest
I stroke her cascading fragrant tresses
With loving fingers of heartfelt tenderness
I tell her how much I love and cherish
The angel by my side
Two kindred souls and entwined hearts
Brought together by devine providence
My world my life my one and only faithful bride.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Fly high like an eagle,
don't be a seagull in the sea,
don't be ashamed to realese your concerns instead to keep them inside.
Let your worries to be known,
give them wings instead to cut them to be free.
Don't make a refuge to yourself, but give a refuge to others to come.
Shout as loud as you can,
don't never accept to be silenced or fly down because somebody will cut your wings.
Make your nest as high as you can, very far from robbers to rob your life.
It's not your choice if you were born an eagle or a seagull.
It's not your choice how long your wings are or how high you can fly. It's your choice how much you want to try to improve the way you want to fly.
~The Cradle~
Leafless arms extend full length.
Embracing in their curves an empty cradle
Tucked into a cozy arbor still lingering
With the scent of apple blossoms full grown
Crafted from borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon and
Pillows of soft green moss
That cradled three tiny eggs, color borrowed from the sky,
Growing into a promise of soaring into sunlight,
Waiting within the guardian
Now dreaming through frozen nights -
Sanctuary, decorated with frozen dew,
Quietly brooding-
Ready to receive the kiss of Heaven’s blessing -
Listening for the flutter of first heartbeats
And newborn wings –
Hope giving birth
When daylight lifts up hands to push aside the darkness,
Witness of the cradle born again
From borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon
Redecorated with pillows of soft moss.
there still are the chirps
in the nest
on a bleak winter tree
-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda
I can't wait to have that empty nest
that peace and quiet
days of rest
texts and emails can tell
that everyone is doing well
I can sit in the garden and text you back
enjoy the quiet
ice tea and a book
I'd have the dog all to myself
maybe I'll get another him a companion
I'll enjoy the order
a little less dust
time to myself
daydreamings a must
I will think a whole thought without interruption
make love any time of day
in every room
without fear of discovery
(that could be the best part)
we'll be like teenagers all over the house
when, again, are you all getting out?
Sun
Rises
Into the
Gray, white and blue
Where the bird once flew
Not fully recognized
For all the achievements made
But a purposeful flight taken
Will lift other souls who took the time
To stand by the values of the home nest
Heidi Sands
1/20/21