“This mind is a nightingale, featherless, forever restless”
This body is a mummy, lifeless, forever breathless
An angel born of flesh and bone
Left on Earth's face for wings to hone
Of nature's goodness, we were born
To bring others the light of morn
The stain of original sin
May leave some birth marks on our skin
But deep within, a heart of gold
Lurks to alter the mists of mold
We are images of the great one
Who gets to make some good things done
Sometimes we drift, but in our core
We have goodness to lay in store
Even if wings could not be seen
Our feet left marks on grounds they've been
We are all angels, so divine
In heaven's banquet, we'll soon dine
Can't believe it was NA poetry contest
1st place
nurse patting her hard
my featherless angel sleeps~
she will never cry
"I truly believe that the featherless angels are those that God guides toward those in need, if it is a friend, family member, or stranger." Quote by poet
A dove in the sky an angelic sight
A flight through every moment of daylight.
A light drizzle of rain brought it to alight.
Not all angels on this earth have feathers.
Their warm grace fulfills, so inspires others.
To my soul their Love, they're not of blood sisters and brothers.
If I live on, or gone upon the dawn,
I won't fray or turn away from the human swan.
They might strum a lulling lullaby, but bring on
Ripen limbs of mercy, and compassion, not ever gone.
11/2/2023
In a world with bad folks and their sins so deep,
There are good people, like angels, they quietly keep.
Featherless angels, so gentle and true,
They help, they care, and they comfort you.
They're not from the sky or some far-off place,
Just regular folks with a friendly face.
With hearts so warm and hands that mend,
They're there for you, a true, loyal friend.
When life gets tough, and you're feeling low,
These angels show you which way to go.
With kindness and love, they light the night,
Guiding us all to do what's right.
Featherless angels, they harm no soul,
Their actions make us feel whole.
With faith, they lead us down the way,
Spreading goodness and light each day.
In a world full of problems, where wrong and right fight,
Featherless angels shine with their gentle light.
They remind us that being kind is the key,
To a life of joy, love, and harmony.
So let's be like them, both me and you,
With kindness and love in all we do.
In their actions, we find our goal,
To be featherless angels, healing every soul.
For special children to enjoy freedom flight
They need featherless angels with wings of love
Propelling them as they persevere to soar above
Expertly assisting their developmental height.
Optimizing daily promise of radiant hope
Neglected children cling to featherless angels’ care
Whose tender mercy warms hearts as laughter they share
In exercising faith and patience along peace-slope.
Beholding children’s milestones of delightful bliss
Featherless angels strengthened with grace
Praise God for strength* upon prayer brace
Midst their orphanage ministry from compassion’s abyss.
Maneuvering wheel chairs with careful zest
Featherless angels exude triumphant glow
In protecting children against hazards’ blow
Securing them joyously around kindness’ best.
*Philippians 4:13 - I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
November 1, 2023
3rd place, "Featherless Angels" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 11/6/2023
gloom glides featherless angels to bleed the last ounce of ruby plasma
dim damp clouds strike silver lightening moisture from tense ebony eyes
inviting cobalt aura - glow saffron fire upon rainy faces
pleading for final noise to hit fading ears is howling newborn cries
entreating new flock to fly white Jupiter joy into sombre hearts
stars relinquishing titian rays as articles of their stardust soars
granting shadows plunging moonlight waves - melodies of hope in the light
Featherless angels – they abound.
Maybe you don’t know it. I say
they are everywhere. Look around!
You’re likely seeing one each day.
Think of the kindest soul you know.
Featherless angels – they abound.
They speak well of everyone, so
hateful words? You’ll hear not a sound.
If you still don’t know where they’re found -
here is a clue: they’ve human form.
Featherless angels – they abound,
and daily good works they perform.
I think we’ve all met at least one.
In heaven with glory they’ll be crowned,
for doing the will of God’s son.
Featherless angels – they abound.
As the dense haze of the drowsy dusk
disappeared behind the drape of the tinsel-twined dusk,
the mystique night spread its turquoise tapestry
on the dream-drenched diaphanous sky,
where from the edge of the creative cosmos
her star landed with the light of billion candles,
on the loving lap of the mesmerized mother.
Its tantalizing twinkle rippled with
the rhythm of rapture in the dance of angels,
in sync with the symphony of her heart,
celebrating the descent of a spark of her divine light,
she protected in the worldly wind.
The shining stellar sequin
elegantly enjeweled the ethereal robe,
called the motherly love, she wore
in place of the feathered wings of the heavenly angels,
sheltering the sparkle of the shooting star,
she fostered till the end of her time,
when in the obscurity of eternal darkness
she disappeared, nobody remembered.
But I saw her return home,
where she shines as my singular star
in the realm of celestial splendor,
attaining the aura of the seraphic congregation.
In the crown of God glitters a gorgeous gem,
my featherless angel.
Angels among Us
connecting with those in need
helping without praise
Time twirls slowly,
when tragedy sunders
antiquated wings—
maimed and eroded, becoming
featherless angels,
ferociously combatant,
sparring to win,
wandering in vacant division,
while penetrating the walls
of our wildering downfalls.
Finding clemency in the
glimmer of our healing ambience,
realigning the quills of our love,
with every breath and pace across
idyllic esplanades, soaring above
catacombs of lawless perdition,
remedying grievances, while
reveling in the haven of
rhapsodic euphoria amidst
lingering plumes,
diffusing eternal tales of our
blissful hereafter.
Featherless Angels
I know a featherless angel
Vicky's Secret kicked her out.
She wont be selling bras again,
they said she was just too stout.
They don't want her on stage no more,
to smile and strut, turn and preen.
The only reason that she got
was she hit a size fourteen.
They think they need a Barbie Doll
to appeal to all the guys.
Irony is that most of us
see much more than just the size.
I have to ask who sets the rules?
just who makes this nonsense up?
I adore my friend just the same
don't care the size of her cup.
Women can all be beautiful
no matter what their size is.
So lets cheer for diversity,
when we hand out the prizes.
Inspired by my beautiful friend who really was sacked from her dancing job - though not at VS - for being "too fat".
Our featherless angels have no wings;
Each one- a blessing to us brings.
Heavenly spirits, they are not;
from earthly beings, they are wrought.
A special friend, or maybe more-
the caring neighbor's open door;
a pastor's sermon- soothes, uplifts
with answers wrapped in verbal gifts.
The passerby who breaks a smile
to make a dull day seem worthwhile.
Each grandchild's visit lifts the heart;
an earthly angel from the start.
In families, involved and kind-
unfeathered angels we will find.
A mom and dad, with love so true;
siblings and other kinfolk too.
On our earth angels, wings won't spread-
just open hearts exposed, instead.
Besides those which in Heaven fly-
featherless angels are close by.
A wingless spirit, mesmerizing and pure..
Unfolds its grace, an angel so demure.
No feathers adorn this ethereal creation..
Yet radiance glows in every vibration.
A seraph's essence, delicate and bright..
Invisible wings, gleaming with light.
Beauty unbound, in form unconfined..
A featherless angel, a marvel divine.
Restless spirits
living tears of terror ,
Whispering ,
are we lost or are we found ?
Surrounded in a weak world
where deaf ears and blind
eyes are bleeding ,
As featherless angels
take their last breath .
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