A Falcon soared skyward
Gracing and inspiring the world.
She dived from the peak
And attacked with her beak.
She poises her wings
And pierces the mind with a wink.
Her eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
No doubt, she is the Queen of the sky.
The tree is her place of rest
Above the stars is set her nest.
Emulate her diligence.
And never play with her intelligence,
If only I could be your falconer,
I would hunt your admirers.
Oh take me! Carry me on your wings
To the sky where Angels sing.
Dedicated to Ojo Ifedayo
Categories:
falconer, allegory, beauty, bird, birthday,
Form: Rhyme Royal
The falcom rises again.
With pointed wings.
For a name unknown,
that deemed an incendiary.
Falconer sits faraway.
Cliché. The offence goes
unnoticed. Your shirt
was bloodied. Your
lips sealed. The barbs
stuck on kisses. Death smiles.
Water overwhelms, you
are drowned in the lake.
Eyes blink. Cannot
heed to light. The skin
burns. You will watch a medusa !
Satish Verma
Categories:
falconer, art,
Form: ABC
She may walk among
untrodden ways.
But beware,
your trips and slips,
face first slides into reality
Not always your own doing
Is ever present
Always lurking.
Tight rope walking over well
worn paths.
Danger lurks in the familiar.
He who made the lamb made
thee.
The falcon trusts the falconer
And so returns with retracted
claws.
Like we must return the
innocence
We stole from whom
but could not use.
Some do it with a lethal sword
The familiar prefer a kiss
All to exact a balance of power
Be careful for what you wish.
Categories:
falconer, poets
Form: Free verse
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right ?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud ?
Unclothed words ?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
to feed an anarchy.
Satish Verma
Categories:
falconer, art,
Form: ABC
My Maltese falcon and falconer
Of words, soaring above the net of love
I use to walk from tree to tree
To hear on earth the strangest thing
The falcon that flies and sing
And every house and every yard
In world that was all soup
Cherished you, so beloved your thoughts
So beloved you
I heard a feather fell and became a spring
Came to drink of it
And find you not again
Singing from limb nor rill like before
Did ever a heart tell so sweetly?
Did ever a falcon hunt so obscurely
In the forest of the passion bright?
What pining and what longing we did feel
Fishes pierce by beak and reel,
O sweet love, O verse beyond compare
How shall I let you fade into dust
And all the shadow of my jasmine bringer disappear?
How shall I forget friendship and trust
When we built the old camaraderie here?
But these virtual walls hold me now to despair
What if my friends need me
What if time has shaken their human crust
Against the global village now I rage
That bid us fly in a bigger cage
I cannot hunt this imagination alone
I need the falcon to guard my throne.
Categories:
falconer, dedication, friendshiplonging, , sweet
Form: Free verse
For a journey from low to low over high
a river only needs renewable energy:
sun and gravity as the skater
on a perpetual ramp. Only death
stops the circular talk into the hole
in the black wall where I saw the misses
at the wishing well and their kissable
soft arms. So young in my mind
it makes the years in the past short
remedies to wait for the long next.
These sheets cleaner than mine
make me long for another word
unhampered by machine defection,
the same as yesterday, but as good as
a hawk on the gauntlet of a man;
a timeless promise before the altar
Categories:
falconer, dedication, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope
Form: Free verse
Weighing heavy on my mind
like the hefty schoolyard bully
perched on the chest of his captured prey
cruelly taunting
My soul, which wanted to take off and soar,
remained shrouded for a time like a hooded falcon
kept by the falconer and so
with eager anticipation: I waited
And I wondered if such things as
pain and pleasure
were meant to be connected somehow
like fraternal twins who complement each other
Life’s lessons came hard earned for me like
the bidder seeking rarities at an auction and so
I learned that merits earned by determination and sweat:
are all the sweeter and much more valuable
Mistakes have taken a toll on my life and I feel like
a lighthouse that has withstood the battering
of many violent storms and yet
I remain resolute, but a little worse for wear.
Categories:
falconer, allegory, angst, hope, inspirational,
Form: Free verse