Best Shrills Poems

as swallows land and swifts take flight
inside late noon’s last shards of light
the chill winds that descend on day
cause dense green swathes of reeds to sway
across the flooded vista’s ground
in harmony with nature’s sound
of shrills that echo through the air
from birds and insects everywhere
while stars...

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I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited, frolicking in playground
Peeking from behind shamrock green leaves
Singing of love in blossoms of dogwood tree,

As you tease a female, flapping...

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I'm but a frail bird tasked to bring hope and spread peace.
How shall I fly high in the sky with such a brittle burden!
My heart pounds in dilemma like a ping pong ball as I release
my wings in the air to take a flight at...

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Despite his impatience to show me his hell,
He waited for me in my rest, 
Lying upon the ground, I awoke in prayer,
Thanking God above and asking Him for guidance

“My heart is Yours, always,
From the moment I gave breath,
To the darkened impasses of death
Forever glorifying Your...

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“Clap your terrible wings, vivacious serpent of old!
Imagine my plight as dangerous as your spite,
Stomp your clawed feet on these prison floors,
Peace shall always follow the sink of your fangs…”

Silenced were the wailing demons round,
Crouched low alongside such a soaring and broad master
His wings widening,...

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My insides are tight, they’re slimy and black
He’s back. 
The anaconda. 
He squeezes my insides and I can’t breathe, 
He won’t leave.
I can’t sleep, or I’ll dream of his body
While he roams my gut, up to my lungs, 
Grabbing my ribs and swinging from the...

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The bright Christmas lights on my city house are so colorful and traditional,
hopefully when I get my high utility bill I won't become too irrational,
and watching everyone open up their gifts makes me want to sigh,
also hoping that when I get the credit card bills...

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I sat quietly staring out the porthole window
As we were passing over a village in the low hills
A cumulus cloud casting over its ominous shadow
Far below in the silence of the engine’s shrills,  
I wondered where those tiny people were going 
Beneath the wing...

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Suspended high up the tower, 
I hang out of sight.
My shiny golden brass core is hollow,
but I have a big mouth with a bell as a tongue.

Sometimes pigeons visit, resting on my arch,
but fly away leaving their droppings behind.
Don't pity me for my loneliness and...

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They dive and circle as if in hypnotic state,
Tiny wrens, and ravens, and coal black crows.
When trucks dumps their loads, the flurry of fowl contemplate
Savory morsels or just household throws.

The noise of large tractors, and of sharp shrills and caws,
Of wild wings flapping over a...

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I can see you through your hell.
Heaven doth mock you until you spill.
Just like old friends, 
Hand in hand, 
We bled.  

Tame the shrew, 
Untouched by filth
And rob her as she shrills.  
All the while, 
I’m spiraling 

A disease that makes everything unwell,
Smiling...

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indistinct chatter
sweeps through my mind
like wind through trees
in winter's high pitched shrills
as memories twirl
in a spiral of thoughts

my heart pauses
beneath fragments
of shrouded warmth
once found in love
and this diminishing sun

i am hesitant to stand aground
where rains have come
between winded breaths
like these trees
naked on dampened hills
i too...

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And all these voices
They sing along in my head
I hear their shrills
And I hear their screams
They cry out for help
They ask like beggars
But they've come to the wrong place
For there is no triumph to be found in here
There is only a pile of cries
And a...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a...

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One cold night, deep in thought, and curled in fright,
From folklore tales aimed to scare;
My rigid poise froze to a screeching noise
Outside, a voice not like I've heard before, to leave I would not dare
“It’s probably just an owl or creature of the night out...

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