Once the beacon of this shimmering domain,
What have they don't to you grand Eagle?
Abandoned, the spirit Eagle, unteathered, searching
"Sea to shining Sea" as a light, a design of its creator.
The oppressors, with shameful deception speaks no truth
to spare this illustrious symbol of liberty.
The once Seated Bull, once great, once a nation known,
Witness to the oppressors contempt. Yet fell prey
To a promise spoken. We know now!
Oh; "woe is me" ! No longer written for jesters court, now
Entangled as in a shakespearean drama. The deception turns
Toward "We the People".
Hail oh great and illustrious Eagle.
Pluck out the eyes of the imposter.
Return us to sanity, to justice, to liberty and happiness.
Rise with abounding strength above mankind.
You were born to restore, refresh and redeem the sons of liberty.
Schulz brought to life little Snoopy
gave him two ears that were droopy
concocting a sweet lovable beagle
an ace who could fly like an eagle
Written: August 06, 2025
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The traffic roars as wounded gulls.
metal beats skated over the asphalt waves,
each honk a fractured prayer,
fleeing the city, restless breath.
I sit beneath a twisted jacaranda tree.
Its lavender flowers unfurl as the sun dips low
Parrots squabble in the canopy—
boisterous, unrepentant, and singing,
stirring the dawn with their raucous cries,
a beauty entwined with longing.
Their melody exists beyond,
concrete and clocks,
I sip coffee—malnourished warmth—
Its bitter essence wedged between my ribs,
where comfort once thrived.
The chipped cup, a reflection of lost trust.
Each face that passes me
is a silent question,
I have forgotten how to answer.
Once I skated these streets
hungry for names,
for the echo of someone to cram my void,
But identity remains a fog
caught between chain-link fences
and fragrant jasmine vines.
Yet still,
I listen for that singular voice
amid the clamorous parrots,
the one that might beckon me back
into the wholeness of myself.
eagle defender
terrifying enemies
fortification
Eagle soars above
On thermal, wing span power,
Personifies One....
Following the winds where they blow
Keen eyes into the distance
From the wilderness to the skies
An Eagle’s symbol and creed
Strength in survival
Flying far and wide
Soaring wings
Depth through ability
Through storms and calm skies
Wise mind
Eagle alert
Struggles at times
Feeding and Breeding
Eagle wonders
Yonder to fly
Horizons beyond the high mountains
Indian Eagle values
Offer many surprises
Species their own
Expansion of wings
Courage to extend
Pause when tired
Wings of creation
Eagle sensation
Wonderful to watch and observe.
You bind my hands,
Command me to kneel
For what you know are my final moments.
(Surely you know this will kill me)
You take your axe,
Split me down the middle-
Clean.
And I open.
You rip through my skin,
Tear through my fat,
Destroy my viscera.
Prying each rib open,
With the tip of your axe.
You contort my body into grotesque form,
I let you.
I can be whomever you need me to be.
You watch my heart,
Its movements now erratic,
In the wake of ruin.
The carrier of my pain, my thoughts,
My love.
Even still,
It bleeds for you,
It beats for you,
It burns for you.
My blood pools around your heels,
Staining your feet.
You step away,
Disgusted by the mess you made.
EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true !
I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
I d
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jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
you
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As metaphors go, this one is a gem,
A tale of an eagle and goose
Engaged in behavior we cannot condemn;
Their nature allows no excuse.
It happened in Canada, witnesses say;
The eagle (a bald one) attacked
And those who observed this amazing display
Were so shocked they could barely react.
For the Canada goose, who was feisty and brave,
Fought for twenty long minutes and won,
Since the eagle decided he might as well cave
When he realized that he’d been outdone.
The political world must have chuckled a bit
(Well, I’m sure all Canadians did),
Though Republicans, lacking in virtue and wit,
Will, retweeting this story, forbid.
A
bird,
with eyes
that pierce vast skies,
seeing colors bright as a rainbow above.
A valiant king of boundless air, as lions rule land,
it braves the storm, ascending even higher.
Its mighty claw strike swift,
feasting
upon only
the fresh
flesh of prey.
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand.
Rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving reality behind, far behind.
once an eagle
with a clipped wing
attempting
without surrender to once again
command the infinite azure sky;
continually nosediving
whenever tossed in the air.
his convalescence
punishingly long;
now complete.
embarking on a mission
to quiet doubting Thomases
that sounded a death knell for him
and laughed him off as
a paper plane
incapable of flying
far beyond the horizon...
look at him today!
look at him soaring above
majestically;
his journey
from the depth of asperity
to the dizzying heights of majesty...
m a g i c a l:
almost miraculous.
he's withered
the slings and arrows of life
intact; he's in flight once again
a testament
to his strength and resilience.
You marrow-deep in the bone-dry field,
sprawled like a wishbone snapped wrong-
the ground drinks your weight,
but won't swallow you whole.
wind combs its fingers through the wheat,
a mother's touch turned phantom.
That house- small as a postage stamp,
licked, sealed, and sent too far-
waits with its back turned.
your arms are bridges to nowhere,
your legs, two broken clock hands,
stuck in a time that does not move.
still, your gaze- sharp as a knife-edge moon-
slices the dance like a butcher's twine.
the land here is a tight-lipped secret,
a locked jaw of yellowed grass,
a lungful of dust that never exhales.
you wear silence like a second skin,
but your eyes, keen as a needle bite,
thread the gap between longing and gravity.
eagle-eyed girl, you have the hunters staring,
but the hunted bones
tell me- does the sky ever blink first?
July 20,1969
Kennedy’s promise was fulfilled
the Eagle landed
Failure Speaks
Hey, you! I'm Failure,
The shadow that looms near,
The ogre that haunts your dreams,
The weight that clips your wings.
But know me as the miles you must roam,
The obstacles you must overcome,
The falls that test your will,
For the eagle in you to soar still.
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