The sight of the beautiful robin,
Softly, carefully, landing on the ground,
He sounds so sweet when chirping,
Such a pleasant sound.
It is early morning time,
He has arrived for his daily feed,
And he is so happy,
To receive the daily seeds.
He joins me in the garden,
And often stays a little while,
He will return again tomorrow,
He brings joy and makes me smile!
The bush does not ask what I have carried here.
Eucalypt lifts its cool blue breath.
Light breaks itself on every hanging leaf.
Dry leaves rustle beneath my feet.
Eucalypt lifts its cool blue breath.
The path narrows into dappled shade.
Dry leaves rustle beneath my feet.
A magpie pours one clear note into the air.
The path narrows into dappled shade.
Beyond the ferns, water gathers its white voice.
A magpie pours one clear note into the air.
The waterfall loosens over its dark stone.
Beyond the ferns, water gathers its white voice.
Light breaks itself on every hanging leaf.
The waterfall loosens over its dark stone.
The bush does not ask what I have carried here.
T=Tranquility is what I need,
R=Running from this crazy world.
A=A moment of peace and,
Q=Quiet would be heavenly.
U=Uttering only the birds are singing,
I=I enjoy my bright day.
L=Loving the warm morning sun upon my face,
I=In pajamas I drink my hot,
T=Tea with,
Y=Yellow pretty roses on my mug.
A=As my day starts I,
N=Need peace.
D=Down with noise that hurts my body and soul.
P=Peace from the world is what I long for,
E=Energy from love,
A=Along with nature.
C=Calling my heart to be quiet as this,
E=Energizing world takes over.
Pee Wee small gray tabby cat
his mom was a great hunter at that
Stealth and unseen
silent and keen
at catching doves a killing machine.
Pee Wee not so much
he does not have his mothers touch
Across the street Pee Wee lives
but my front yard the young cat digs
For doves by the dozen feed
hunger for their flesh Pee Wee be
did the apple fall far from the tree
with doves a plenty Pee Wee sees
he bolts charging across the street
Doves wing high he jumps at their feet
in the trees or up in the sky
Pee Wee rushes up a tree to try
but the doves take flight away away
Pee Wee up high alone he stays
Meowing softly afraid to climb down
in the tree top Pee Wee sticks around
A dove or two feed on the ground
as Pee Wee stuck hanging around.
A young lady delivering groceries to my house
notice five tiny green eye black kittens sitting
in the driveway staring at her across the street
from me. She told her friend a lady who worked
at a Animal Humane society and they asked people
if they could rescue cats, only black ones could go.
They got the mother cat and 5 little kittens but two gray tabbies
stayed. They will ensure health and find new homes for them.
And so....
Bird Killer Gone
She's gone! She's gone!
fill the tree tops with song
That green eye black devil cat
into a trap and now she's packed
Brother and sister doves rejoice
they got her and kittens rejoice
So many doves she did kill
murder us for her kittens meal
Flap your wings fly and sing
in peace we eat the seeds they bring
Mourning coos we can now cease
for those cats in cars back seat, no release
She's gone! She's gone!
trapped in a cage where she belongs
they drove her and kittens away
now we feast in peace all our days.
Green eyes with black fur
she was a small cat more feral than pet
Across the street supposedly her home
but she lived where ever she roamed
My yard is where the birds feed
so many had birdbaths for seed
Doves frequent my front yard
gorging seed like they were starve
A dozen fat doves feasting in a bird bath
black cat senses make her plot a path
Like a ninja in silence she begins
with patience a dove feast to win
Across the street slow and sure
into the yard without a purr
Up to the center garden behind plants
as the doves peck seeds she advance
Softly stealth almost a slide
underneath the birdbath she hides
Sees the doves plumb and fat
a second she jumps doves scat
Fear they flew up in the sky
except for the one no goodbye
She carries it with hurry in her mouth
across the street to her base house
There her and kittens feast on feathers and flesh
a sweet fat dove felines favorite dish
Doves weary and afraid
do not come back that day.
I swayed to your bamboo flute
delicate
hollow purity reverberated
into marrow sallow
tenacious sounds sent forth
healing
peeling
seedeaters, woodpeckers
finches —
inches upon inches
who harboured in bamboo’s unstinting growth
their arbour …
witnessed I a wakeful field from which
spaciousness sprouted
into a bamboo life
inviting tranquility
rooted into inscrutable
golden loam —
they stood flexibly erect
waiting to serve …
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4th Placement: Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Oct 26
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[ Poet’s Note :
This poem is an expanded version
of my Brevity Poem : Bamboo ‘26 :
Gold Placement Winner :
Allpoetry Oct.26]
Sings a song of timeless good
Midst each season's display.
Robin-tweeted to crow-cawed
Bud's, nut's, stem-clipped does sway.
Festive,whatever the mood
Down there. Man-browed does brood.
Spirit, round the earth does blow.
With each intake who lives!
Itself but to one higher
Full-breasted its praise gives.
Evangelist! The Lord's. O!
Man, hearten. And follow!
Eurasian spoonbills
Mongolia to China
they have headed south
neat stopover in wetland
rest and eat abundant fish.
One pale night in the love-month
while the World slumbers and the skies forget about dreaming
One lost phoenix plunges and burns
with its broken wing.
Ailing gray and orange smoke scatters
as rain of ice plate jitters.
The bird flies again surprisingly
and beasts watch with reverence...
Heaven's one blow of deliverance!
Faith is not what you have,
it is what you do.
The World will keep on moving and will always save,
if you believe in all good that you do!
(Prosebite)
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Wild winds whisper secrets to ponder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Mirrored reflections upon the river in white
As nocturnal scavengers come out to wander
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Cries and screeches echo from their plight
High up in a barren tree nests a young condor
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Seeing moving shadows can be a fright
Creatures out to hunt and conquer
The autumn sliver moonlight is bright
Owls soar along the riverbank in flight
Curiosity evokes a vulnerable responder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Dawn now quiets as some lost their fight
The cries and sounds fade in yonder
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Moonlit branch bends light,
sparrows stitch the silent dark,
crisp air holds its breath.
Night gathers their small shadows,
like notes waiting for a song.
Out of my window
I see a robin,
Proud red breasted bird,
He's in my garden
Hopping and chirping,
No care in the world.
A surfeit of hens
have spilled from my pen
How to make amends
dear readers and friends
This couplet is about a hen
~ once again
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