C-Carefree, calm, curiously collected
A-All about the flight, concentrating
R-Red feathered beauties
D-Deliberately delightful
I-Ingeniously imaginative
N-Nature’s finest birds
A-Angelic messengers, bringing spirit messages
L-Lively bird speak, eager to share the good news
S-Sparkling conversationalists, kings and queens of forest trees
Categories:
conversationalists, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Acrostic
i brushed the crumbs
from out my beard
left over breakfast
but now way passed
brunch so to be
saved for lunch
i saw she had pieces
in her braces though
she knew there
wasn't much
she could
do
so we talked
and chewed
the cud cause
cuz that's
what one
does
buddie buddie
but not just
any body
gotta be
a buddy
body
she was that way
when we raided
the mini bar at
hotel costs for
cheap beer
over cost
but no overcast
conversationalists
just open another
bag of those
not so real
potatochips
i want to do it
again like with
my friend and
do it again like
back then and
do it again like
it
never
ended
again
Categories:
conversationalists, muse,
Form: I do not know?
His love is a Sunday love ,complicated,
I love him as much as I love Sundays.
I will never forget him,
Wish he would come back into my life.
You never know when love touches you,
Until love does, just happens.
His tall, handsome stature,
Muscular and strong.
He has beautiful blue eyes and dimples in his cheeks,
I enjoyed our conversations together.
The day I met him and shook his hand,
I thought there is a god after all.
He liked my poetry and art,I gave him a copy one day,
Spontaneously he gave me a hug and a kiss.
I didn't expect that, he was very thankful,
Didn't know what to say.
His fashions are very handsome,
I especially liked his royal purple shirt and his sweater.
This Valentine's Day i will think of him, my handsome prince,
The hug we shared, I loved his hugs.
We were such good friends and conversationalists,
I think our friendship is forever.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
conversationalists, appreciation, art, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Free verse
The Vale of Peace
It is overcast in the valley and rounded hills, luckily there
is no coal here no slag heaps, disfigure the quit scenery;
this is quieter now than before, people only drive when
they must, in time of austerity and high gasoline prices.
The wind is acerbic and in no mood to be nice, although
it blows from the south, which often gives a lovely aroma
of milkmaids breaths, contented, cream drinking cats and
engaging, giggly love amongst hey stacks.
The shepherd and his flock cross the road, he has a dark
outdoor face, craggy as a volcanic mountain and it carries
a melancholic mien of one, who spends much time alone,
and his sheep look as terracotta figures in fading light.
Wooly -backs are not known for being conversationalists;
except for bleating now and then they eat. I turn also this
is not a day for walks, better lit the fire be contemplative
and gently subdued on this overcast day.
Categories:
conversationalists, introspection, life, time,
Form: Free verse