Congregating Poems | Examples

Over By The Bridge

Over by the bridge watch them link
Swans congregating before flight 
Curtains of dusk drape at the brink 
Over by the bridge 

The ebon sky soon out of sight 
as the red sun begins to sink 
the chill of autumn fills the night 

Gliding force, unabashed blinks 
huddled they aim for evening light 
as they swim together in sync 
over by the bridge

Pink Flamingos

Pink Flamingos

The only bird of the family, Phoenicopteriformes
Is the "flame-coloured" flamingo, so named by the Spanish.
A wader on long legs with arcuate filtering bill;
Eater of shrimp and algae that pigment feathers pink.

Posed confidently, balanced on one leg to conserve energy,
They display beauty and grace under an aura of innocence;
In a relaxed atmosphere, appearing flirtatious,
Congregating in pats exhibiting social behaviours.

In Spring, the birds participate in mating rituals,
Of synchronized dance steps marching in unison:
With necks stretched, heads flagging and wings flapping;
To encourage nesting and pair bonding.
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Notes:
   Phoenicopterus: ‘Phoenicopterus' is the Latin name for flamingo. Flamingo comes from the Portuguese or Spanish meaning “flame-coloured.”
   Pat (aka Flamboyance): A ‘pat (aka flamboyance)' is a group of flamingos.

Heading Downtown by Subway

The escalator keeps descending;
Seemingly, it’s never-ending,
Taking riders deep into
The bowels of the earth.
Everyone around pretending
That they’re fine, of course, depending
On their circumstances and
Just what their time is worth.

When the platform’s reached, there’s waiting.
Scrolling signs are indicating
When the closest train will come –
That is, if you’re in luck.
Minutes tick by, generating
Lots more people congregating
But you’ve made your choice and now
It seems that you are stuck.

Finally, a revelation –
See the train approach the station.
As the doors glide open, people
Rush to get inside.
Find a seat or resignation
Will stay ‘til your destination.
Then at last you exit,
Having taken it in stride.

First Counselor Meeting

the head of the counselors resigned the second day of school.
We are congregating for our first meeting without a leader.
They give us a room without chairs or tables.
We were instructed to bring laptops and manuals.
I brought a notebook and a pen, knowing I will write poetry.

We are counselors, we are flexible someone says as they line us up.
No worries. No problems.
I sit down and begin to write.
Someone says “don’t get comfortable, we are moving tables.”
She is new, feels like she is in charge.
I get up and find a corner chair.

The room is coming together slowly.
Gospel music is played.
Goody.
I have been in this district seventeen years.
This is a redundant yearly seminar, but mandated.

The first thing the head says is
“Don’t worry about bringing laptops or manuals.”
She is the one who had emailed us all to bring them.
I grin.
Because I had figured out that already.
Same oh same oh.

If I Do Not Show Up

does not matter who I meet
or how many there congregating
I am always the first to arrive
which is why I like to drive myself

I do not like being late
or on time
it does not delight me

if I do not show up without a call or a text
aliens have taken me to Venus
i have been kidnapped by monsters
and they smashed my phone into bits
or I am dead

Ice Cream Man

Here comes Jolly Joe the ice cream man.
We loved congregating when we heard his bell.
We always heard it one street away, so we ran inside.
Begging quarters and dimes off all of our grownups.
It was disappointing when they said “no”, 
but then they said yes, oh, my!
What a treat!

Dear Father God

Dear Father God,
please heal the earth, give us peace, aid us in our daily duties.
I ask for the world, not just for myself or my country, or even this continent.

Dear Father God,
take the pandemic away; let it be gone as rapidly as it arrived.
We have learned the value of being together, of congregating and hugging and touching.

Dear Father God, I ask that You help us listen to Your word,
not just in the Bible,
But Your spirit words, which we hear in mediations and prayers.
You have the power to heal.

Dear Father God, help us to remember we are all one,
that humanity is suffering.
Until we recognize that one is won,
we will never be as peaceful as we had hoped.

Dear Father God, thank you for our blessings,
our lives, our truths, and our angels.
Thank you for sending us Buddha and Jesus,
Gandhi and others who uplift us.

Dear Father God, be good to yourself,
take time to breathe, and send us love.
Thank you for the selfless people who spend their days helping and nurturing others.

Dear Father God, thank You for pets who show us unconditional love, reminding us always why dog is God spelled backwards.
Amen

Evolution of Love

Natural selection is the beginning 
Congregating commonly in particular places where that special someone gentrifies the public with her natural beauty 
Hoping to gradually descend into cohabitating the same hole in the wall amongst a population 
From casual acquaintances to friendship
From reckless honesty and genuine intimacy to True Romance and pure hatred
Finally, everlasting in a connection that unifies a bond holding hands with your companion following your own paths of individual happiness walking side by side in a life you both created together

Poetic Brook Where Adverbs Bloom

Astounding spot for poems to arrive
Babbling brook of adjectives blooming
Cool waters of creativity congregating
Delectable phrases flowing with sheer delight
Enthusiastic muse enjoys nature’s essence
Fortuitous this inspirational place found
Gleeful gratitude to be her welcome guest
Highlands magic in this little sliver of heaven
Jumping adverbs splash with joy in jubilancy

Most Somber St Pattys Day Ever

March 17th 2020
Somber St Patrick’s Day
No parade; I am in doctor’s office

No restaurants
No bars
No congregating

Waiting room chairs are facing the wall
Only a few left out for you to sit in
Several chairs separate the guests

Receptionists are wearing blue gloves
Pretending things are normal
I make a joke; no one laughs

Doctor’s office is seriously serious
A masked face meets me before I reach clinic's front door
Made sure I was a patient before allowing me to enter

Corona Virus pandemic
Has changed everything
More stark, more deadly, colder and harder

The most at risk are the elderly
Especially those with Type A blood.
Of course mine is Type A and I am terrified.

Covid 19

Is it just more news of doom,
maybe another attempt to deceive?
Introduced every year,
another potential end to conceive.

There is a lot here to fear,
much more than meets the eye.
Beware of all evil,
congregating under our sky.

Famine and starvation,
lack of knowledge throughout our land.
With such a growth in population,
more illness will surely be at hand.

Be vigilant in your actions,
wash your hands and stay clean.
This global scare will soon pass,
this covid 19.

In My Head

Shattered glass around my feet
Fog against sliding glass doors
Murky shapes moving all around
Like half formed thoughts
Congregating outside
Peering inside
With glowing scarlet eyes
Scabbed hands upon the glass
Blood drizzles in streaks
With a start I realize
Blood runs ankle deep
Clouding my nostrils
I puke and the smell is putrid
And when I open my eyes
I'm falling from the Heavens
Towers are mere pinpricks
The sun shimmers
I behold the curvature of earth
Bells ring in my mind
And I'm standing on the ledge
Of a magnificent cliff
Overlooking the raging sea
I see myself falling
So I jump from the ledge
Squeezing my eyes shut
And when my eyes open
I'm all alone in my room

Fields of Gold

Golden strands wave at me as the psithurism rings
Across the barren fields, stretching like children
Awaiting their mother’s soft caress
Of comfort and presence.

The fabric of dawn drapes vibrantly across the sky,
Bathing babbling waters in a warm glow – slowly burning a path 
For the darkness to exit the midnight scape.

Such the same as the stars shine still in the sky
Congregating figures to lead the way,
The sun treks Ra’s journey each night, fighting
Battles within and underneath the surface, in which we
Rise above each new day.

Of the swaying strands of gold with which we
Pluck from the roots only to sell without price,
It is a wonder with which we still remain in the presence
Of such beauty, and yet, we continue to treat it as if it were
Nothing but grains in our hands, of which will dry out.

It is with each breath of wind in my lungs that stirs
Within a deep seeded need, for which I must 
Plant and sew with my own bare hands, before
I may blossom into the carnation with which
Mothers water, so daughters may grow to be.

What To Photograph First

What to photograph first?
My yard is a haven for every color of flower.
There are mushrooms, and worn out stumps, and renegade violets.
There is Queen Anne’s lace, and prairie golden rod, and honeysuckle.
There are tiny red berries, and there is moss of the greenest green.
The sky is filled with lavender, and smoky gray, and the softest blues.
There are cardinals, and robins, and butterflies, and bumble bees, and wasps.
There are knotholes, and gnarled branches, a tree that crackles with crows congregating to go south.
There are wood nymphs, and elves, and faeries, and rainbow orbs, not seen by the naked eye.
I will start with the orbs.

Tethered To a Dying Dream

How silent lies a lone ghost ship
that lists, tethered to its mooring
having run aground 
inside a dying dream, now distant. 

Unearthly selenium skies hang 
mute, limp and discordant
absent of air, breathing death. 

I drift alone in an ominous ocean
devoid of water
hovering in a vacuum of anonymity
absent of that ever essential 
liquid of life. 

I am inert, obscure and obtuse  
languishing in a catatonic state. 
A yawning expanse of emptiness 
marks a melancholy existence 
as if Mars happened 
upon a forgotten corner 
of the earth. 

I feel lost, as I look up 
into surreal clouds
congregating 
in solemn penitence
watching as they move 
upwards and downwards
at random intervals.

Morose are the disturbing dreams
that can send a vulnerable soul
into the abyss of madness.

How freeing it is to awaken
to the renewing gardens of sanity. 






Written on 3/23/2018

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