bright red ~ reddish brown
my feeder is your buffet~
eat and sing thank you
bright is our color
fun and pretty feathered birds
call us cardinals
two lone birds will soon merge as one and strong
feathered to make history in a song
dawn slips through branches
single bird lifts the silence
hope rises on feathered wings
Day has taken light
Children muster on rivers edge
Priest spread the words of God
Her love for me has feathered and flew
Sounds of thunder roar like lions
Thoughts of fame have come and passed
Never before have I ever wonder
Through the eyes of evil worship
Far out lands become islands
Love to all that matters
Sacrifice has come to pass
Ancient warriors die by sword
Pyramids shadow desert sands
Once again we walk in sync
Follow paths of Gods before us
Fire burns the surface of man
Walk with me let life begin
My lust for you turns into sin
We took the Vow let Love begin
Ocean breaks the gusty winds
For you I perish will bliss set in
My lust for you turns into sin
This poem is ending I start to grin
For you I perish will bliss set in
One more time I'll say it again
This poem is ending
A message I send....
In the midst of this starry night
I lie upon a bed of meadow grass
Moonbeams providing ample light
To watch the world silently pass
On feathered wings, a lark took flight
I feel like Alice inside her looking glass
Silently, he stood on the edge of a mirrored pool
For breakfast, he'd have to do a bit of wading
The egret's feathered image I wanted to capture
among wild cattails at this early morning hour.
He seemed to sense that I was watching him.
Stilted legs twitched, poised to take flight
but I was still as overhead, clouds hovered...
whiter yet, than this egret of the morning.
His regal head suddenly turned my way
but I dared not move, not to frighten him away.
His long, graceful neck turned from side to side,
as he tried to figure out if I was something to fear.
He took a stride towards me and then stopped.
A ripple on the pool caused him to change direction.
Breakfast was being served and so, he ate his fill.
I quickly sketched what I knew I'd have to paint.
Every morning
Hours before the sun rises
You find that time to laugh
That annoying laugh of yours
Just like a feathered alarm clock
Set you to make our lives hell
It echoes around the entire land
Waking men, women, and children
No one is safe from you
The thing is you rarely travel alone
Two, three, or even more
All hiding up in the trees
Can you grant us one small wish
Please try and sleep in just once
Maybe until say eight in the morning
We may all like you if you could
© Poem – VIII/XXVI/MMXXIV
LRET
a mockingbird sings
mimicking bird melodies ~
comedic chorus
a hummingbird sips
while vibrant feathers flutter ~
a rapid refresh
a hungry bluejay
squawks and shrieks at the feeders ~
blue feathered bully
a cedar waxwing
quickly steals fresh tree berries ~
flying masked bandit
a barred owl whistles
while camouflaged in a tree ~
a prey stalking pursuit
Last night in the dark,
while in the restless curdle of old dreams,
I thought I was a fish-bird
then a bird-fish.
Even now
millions of years away
from those slowly evolving days,
if we gulp the air too fast
our hearts flutter,
wanting to swim or fly.
Have you ever seen a duck come in to land… on land
It’s an eventuality that nature never planned
For ducks that land on water such a graceful splashdown make
But should they land on terra firma… it sure ain’t Swan Lake
Each one does a belly flop, a cartwheel and a stagger
They get up and compose themselves, but ducks weren’t made to swagger
They have no shame so simply waddle with ungainly gait
Toward the back door of my house where they all stand and wait
This morning there were six of them, I watched them all crash down
“They’ll need a pint or two of seed,” I muttered with a frown
Their heads were first to hit the deck, their rumps stuck in the air
I went out with a jug of seed to find them gathered there
As I stepped outside I felt like Moses on the shore
The ducks made space for me to walk and not a hair’s breadth more
Two partridges were standing by and I also fed those
And when the pecking finished, well, I almost checked my toes.
Bird seed by the quarter-gallon gobbled up each time
I wouldn’t mind but it ain’t half a kilo for a dime
But it gives me pleasure and as I stood there this morn
Two more kamikaze ducks crash landed on my lawn.
"feathered dreams"
you appear as only you can
breezing in softly as a feather
whispering sounds of a bird and
with angelic love shown through
each night before closing my eyes
I wish hard waiting to see you
asking still to hear your voice
just as a cardinal there you are
lasting footprints clearly remain
as your essence forever shadows me
guiding me from what was to what is
and the reality of how we were one
on any given night I continue my plea
for another video of sight and sound
hoping you'll visit or return to me
holding hands in feathered dreams
SkyWatcher
10-24-23
The geese have migrated
taking many songbirds with them.
Some Canada Geese
have chosen to stay in the parking lots
by the busy shops, ensconced
within their un-feathered nests.
All day they direct the traffic,
attack cars if they come too near.
Night and day we Ohioans
try to ignore them,
but the geese
have fluffed up their goosy egos,
and will bar the way
of weary travelers
until they choose to waddle
disdainfully away.
Honk at them
and they honk back.
In Florida the songbirds
party-on
giving not a thought
to the still migrating,
still honking.
"The Velvet Touched Feathered Quills of Mysterious Books"
Escape arrives easily
when everything’s ugly
deep diving into the swelling
pursed lips of smooth purring magi
seen naked in the skinny dipped
honeyed pools of pausing poetry
kissing the tongues
of mysterious books
tracing fingers
over their soft
flimsy pages
their velvet touched
feathered quills hooked
removing covers slowly
imprinting new movements
like scoring symphonies
Escape arrives easily
deep diving into the swelling
pursed lips of the smooth purring magi
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Can he dance for do you move heterogeneous. clam chowder to be ingested can you guess his name. Undistinguished gentlemen ferocious and insane. Currently the much wise sagacious yeti who devolution confer his home to a carpenter. I came to listen to turculent demon who eyes glow with a scinilliant green light a head of a tiger wings of a hawk opens maestoso revealing a conjoined body of faces made of clay crooning in refrain. Heres comes the godhead brain.
Like laughter, rustling in the trees
Feathered prayers always at ease
Whispering wishes, graceful peace
Joyful wings who will never cease
Honest dreams, always in the air
Gentling those spirits who will share
Lovely hope, wonders to increase
Joyful wings who will never cease
Guarded secrets silence all doubt
Lively hearts gesture and call out
Watching the charms of birds and geese
Joyful wings who will never cease
Like laughter, rustling in the trees
Joyful wings who will never cease
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Watching birds in the garden
February 6, 2023
Form: kyrielle sonnet
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