Crow Poems

The Beast
Terror Awaits my heart As the beast stalks the night pining after my soul.  

Feeling myself with fear. 

I say to myself that I must be gone from this place I no longer deserve my breath. 

Tears streaming...Read More

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As Eager Sun Rose, Rewarding Its First Bright Gifts

As dawn woke, uttering shining of its first rays
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends
Bliss a'flowing as our...Read More

VALENTINES DAY IN AUSSIE BUSH

Awakening with a romantic itch,
Then a scratch where I had burst a stitch,
looking at my beaut shagger named sheila,
as a randy ram, try to hug her,
tis Valentines Day in Whattabugga.

Love is in the bush out west,
all...Read More

A day feels like mist of the wee hours,
once again I regale myself with
the buzz and the fuss
Coaxing my heart out of sulking 
for it is an utter melancholy
and slightly a jest
TO MISS THE WIND KEENLY FELT
BUT CANNOT BE GRASPED

A...Read More

A bird wakes up in the morn and flies away
To the garden-trees it heads
To check fruits that ripened at night
That its bone-beak may fruit harvest

This earth we live in is a garden. Everyone with a beak
A farmland where each one...Read More

A pair of blue wings is hovering
against the inky black covering
within ‘Little Fox’ constellation
of Vulpecula designation,

portrayed with stipple sidereal
in Hubble image ethereal,
‘Hen two dash four three seven’ labeled.
A hen with fox is Aesop fabled,

except it was really a crow
in that...Read More

A murder of crows
rose up to the sky
as I passed the tree
at the moment you died
I know it was you son
saying goodbye
as I passed that tree
on the day that you died
The crow was always 
your favourite bird
so I know it...Read More

Through the pelting freezing rain, a black crow cawed from a tree
I wondered what it was saying or if it was speaking to me
On fragile winter branches it sat, looking at everything below
While I walked across the frozen land and...Read More

Opportunities to travel have been most devine but my trips to India always stay    
  on my mind. Three times I journeyed to Chennai, on a spiritual quest I won't deny. There colorful saris and checker...Read More

Today the temperature is so low
That I feel I must runoff to a crow
And ask him the meaning of snow....Read More

Hello. I was born after the Civil War. My name is Jim Crow.  I was not a real individual, but rather a caricature designed to berate, distort, and ridicule an entire race of people. I represented a system, behind...Read More

bald eagle circling bare fields

cropped grain in sharp focus -

hare fair game for nature’s call


waterfall refusing to rise above

climatic change to see for all -

central vision gravely impaired


cataracts speeding up shadows

snow fall veils scarred curtains-

crow cautiously picks bull’s eye


05th February...Read More

Sun glows from the ice and snow
Reflecting a path for me to follow
A black crow speaks from the trees
In a silent area, without a breeze
The air is fresh in this day so bright
The ocean of blue skies, high in sight
Wishing...Read More

     sun bleached porch swing creaks
             a crow scolds a calico

            bird seed...Read More

the garden still wet
threads of spider webs glimmer
somewhere a crow caws

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January 31, 2020


Poetry/haiku/the beauty of morning dew
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1221-129-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


Written for the contest, Strict Haiku
sponsor, William Kekaula

First Place

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At The Knife Edge Of That Deep, Dark Abyss

I that was born on a dark, stormy night
So gifted at young age, deeper insight,
Lead to safety of ever brighter Light
Freed from darkest of dark, began to write.

A child begging Nature to...Read More

cooing blackbirds drowned out with quick ugly squawk
dairy barn invaded by an irritated jay
wooing bovine herds mooing down by eagle rock
airy haymow fragrance potent on this summer day

nest in rafters, possibly of a small frightened wren.
able farmer’s wife shoos prickly...Read More

Manifest Destiny
by Michael R. Burch

When you were in my house
you were not free—
in chains bound.

Manifest Destiny?

I was wrong;
my plantation burned to the ground.
I was wrong.
This is my song,
this is my plea:
I was wrong.

When you are in my house,
now, I am...Read More

Blackbird beauty bird 
Useful harbinger of dawn 
Wakes me up early

-January 23, 2020 Chattogram...Read More

I am
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ALL THANKS TO GOD????????

From the little land of death,
When the beat of heart stopped,
And the whole diaspora fell to the whispering of lucifer- a deep sleep.

Not the crow of the cock,
Or the tap...Read More

We're all feeling low
  The snow has to go

The flowers won't grow
  The snow has to go

My blood hardly flows
  The snow has to go

Sidewalk's icy below
  The snow has to go

In the sky no rainbow
...Read More

Growing up, I was always motivated to make a better life for myself, and

Regardless of the cost, I was determined to make life better for my family

Economic depression were words that enchained everyone dear to me, and

After completing High School...Read More

Enough!
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that I don’t want to die;
I shall be glad to go.
Enough of diabetes pie,
and eating sickly crow!
Enough of win and place and show.
Enough of endless woe!

Enough of suffering and vice!
I’ve said it once;
I’ll say it...Read More

As the curtain drops
On deep dark days
Crow caws out a benison
Rising to the sun



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