Best Raptor Poems
The sky screams,
air is thick.
Seconds like days,
years 'tween each tick.
Tit for tat the raptors dance.
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow.
Foundations shaken by spat of foes.
Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill.
Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today.
The scars still remain,
Unbeknownst to they that tread.
Earth still feels the pain,
Still feels gelid winter's dread.
a howling dawn wind
an owl screeched from the tree top ~
raptor rhapsody
rough river water
rapids tempt hungry eagles ~
dangerous prey dive
grey falcon feathers
hidden amongst forest pines ~
raven nesting raid
4/2/23
capably balanced
wing form swept from curling wave
certain of heaven
wildflowered meadows
leverets play hide and seek
keen-eyed raptors search
Flying free
in rooftop ecstasy
Raptor's wings direct
with feathered pins strong, erect
swelling mountain chests
then wings
brought safely down
protecting Earth's
most sacred wounds.
Standing Yang
with wings wide spread
Left then Right
rebalancing
Bent over filling in Yin's flow
extending gratitude for out
bold attitude brought back in
for more sincere
out wanting more
more
more sacred practice
mindful praxis
moving axis
Practice outside Yang
with Yin within
happy together once again
in this million hole
with pole
extravagant excursion
upstream North
growing deep down South
flowing in/out surfing mouth
Dancing round root chakra
river source
to up reach
down stream right
to left dividing swings
from swelling North
gone sacred South
River's needy mouth
to feed
time's seas
of timeless paternal peaks
opposing valleyed surf
inhaling exhaled goddess needs
Healthy seasons too tidal full
swelling now and why and how
toward empty graying skies
Anthrocentric light
invites this ecocidal night,
upstream
patriarchal might
toward down wombed woman times
round cycling source
of Great White Father fright
Root wise spread out predation
penetrating river's source
shifting toward rich mountain rivered valleys
flowing up
then down White streaming pole
with Black uncovered silenced hole,
designing doublebinding
God-dressed nature's inspiring
spiral views
Inviting dawn's
past sunrise dance
sweeping light
round downstream
falling failing
EarthTribe's meager
flowing sacred
rivered night
Flying free
on rooftop dawning
ecstasy.
“Raptor of death! Wherefore seek'st thou me?” Poe's
Raven craves me during the hours of night,
an omen of despair that brings no light;
but instead gives birth to all my dark woes,
tears, doom, and pain that only God well knows.
At midnight, when the moon reaches its height,
Poe's evil Raven plagues me by moonlight;
then multiplies a thousandfold my sorrows!
O, where have I sinned and transgressed, dear God,
that I must suffer from this sad despair,
this disease of the soul (like a heathen unshod)!?
No matter; I'll write hymns for Thee, then bear,
and drink my cup of woe, grief, then praise, laud
Thee still: and wait for Thy help to appear!
winged raptor's high perch
moonlit field carefully scanned
flight triggers panic
Though a unique bird in the regular flock,
I flew and fell at every block.
Sky is the pinnacle of my juvenile dreams.
The one I fear, will soon feint in flames.
Watched as my bloods conquered the night.
soaring to touch the pitch black sky.
Hope is waning as I end the verse.
But my wings won't concede till I mount the hearse.
RAPTOR
sparrow hawk alights-
the chattering
stops
just one flap of wings-
the raptor makes its kill
pouncing down at will
RAPTOR
Forgive me…..
as my silent shadow
…..stalks
…….your city streets.
There is no malice
……no evil
…….no hidden desire
….only hunger’s need
screeching…
in a swaying
…..tree top
…….aerie
flapping wobbly wings
……imitating instinctual
…..necessity.
I cannot read
…..the posters
….nor shed a tear
……nor feel your sadness
for time
….has etched these needs
……upon my wings
while you
……have altered
……..the environs
…..of my hunt.
Forgive me……
as my silent shadow
……stalks
…….your city streets.
©2/27/2017
submitted to - An Unwanted Guest – Poetry Contest
So swift, no sound
Like death bearing down
To carry the young one away
We all gave chase
At a desperate pace
But the Raptor
Was not brought to ground
Tremble
by Michael R. Burch
Her predatory eye,
the single feral iris,
scans.
Her raptor beak,
all jagged sharp-edged thrust,
juts.
Her hard talon,
clenched in pinched expectation,
waits.
Her clipped wings,
preened against reality,
tremble.
Originally published by The Lyric
saw a raptor glide down today
toward the tree line of my forest
I wondered at his purpose
was he hunting or merely loving life?
I marveled at his glide
wishing it had been my own
If I had the sharp talons of a raptor
I would swoop down and crush walnuts
digging the meat out with my giant claws
If I had her wings
I would fly up past my oak tree
gliding beside the clouds
my sharp eyes hunting for rabbits
the hawk
raptor sometimes called
black death or stealthy fighter
hawk owns names proudly
hawk
hawk soars above clouds
then dives fearlessly toward prey
clever is the hawk