Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
bird feeder trembles
capacity is met
birds fight for a seat
They say it isn’t good for them
To feed them moldy bread
But it always makes her giggle
When they Bob their heads
Teeny tiny boots upon the waters edge
The sun is shining warmly
As she tosses out some bread
She talks to them like people
Though their eyes are beady and dull
A little slip and almost wet
But on hee shirt I pull
She falls not in the water, but her little foot is wet
Teeny tiny boots will dry
And dryer socks I’ll get
Once the bread is gone
To the playground we will go
She runs and laughs and screams so free
As she flits to and fro
The other kids they play with her
I watch dutifully
Sure to bring a special kit
In case she scrapes her knee
These are things fhat bring me peace
My child wild and free
A smile upon her prettt face
A face that looks like me
flow fertile feeding
fain fathom favorite feel
fair featured festive
Fun! Thanks Ghairo Daniels!
Zookeeper doing his morning rounds
Making sure all animals were fed well
Growls turning to contented purrs
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Don't bite the hand that feeds
Don't feed the hand that bites
Don't smite the heart that needs
Don't need the heart that smites
i keep feeding you
you keep getting bigger
~ my fun fur swiffer
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
mom fed baby birds
pushed out of the nest by mom
they must learn to fly
There is a silent visitor inside you now —
softer than fresh-baked bread,
more precious than gifts from wise men of the East.
A second heartbeat,
gently echoing beneath your own.
You carry more than a name.
You carry memories yet to be made,
a mirror of past souls,
a vessel for tomorrow’s joy.
So walk gently,
eat wisely,
rest fully.
That bottle of cider —
it whispers lies.
That puff of smoke —
it scorches what is still becoming.
Feed this life with love,
with hope,
not with chemicals that dilute beautiful expectations.
Go.
Sit with those women in white —
the ones who read charts like oracles,
plotting the rise of a king or queen within your womb.
Let them weigh the weeks,
count your months like blessings.
Endure the prick of needles —
not just for you,
but for the strength of the life to come.
And when the countdown draws near,
remember:
Swollen feet will give way
to first smiles.
Too much sleep
will surrender to sleepless nights.
And sleepless nights
will bloom into stories —
told by the very angel
you now carry.
by Davie Kaliu
stop feeding your puppy people food, the vet said.
My husband and I are both worthy liars; we agree.
Neither of us planning to keeping to this promise.
Our puppy loves people food.
Today I sneaked him pepper jack cheese, eggs, tomatoes and corn chips.
I saw my husband throw him salami, bacon and ham.
And it is not yet two p.m.
Every word is a choice
The notebook page is hungry
She needs verbs
Her blank page excites me
Verbs are my favorites too
I give her a teaspoonful of jumping, dancing, and twirling
She gulps that down with gusto
Gives me a nod
I feed her a tablespoon of whirling, skipping and hopping
Followed by a cup of adjectives
I like her to have a balanced diet
Exciting, thrilling, beautiful, marvelous, entertaining
More adjectives? Black, salty, red, inky, personable
Where are my nouns? The page asks.
I ponder. Dragon? Unicorn? Witch? Pillow case?
She laughs
Pillowcase it is.
I take out my pen.
A ninety-two year-old whirling twirling pillowcase was having
An exciting, marvelous, beautiful entertaining visit, wowing
The other women in the next church pew.
spring time morning sun
feeding robin on plum tree~
silence of strollers
The birds of Alesund descend
To greet an old and trusted friend,
An answer to their constant search,
For food, safety and a welcoming perch,
The birds of Alesund descend
To greet an old and trusted friend.
Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!
are the hummingbirds still around?
I feel guilty
have not refreshed their feeder in ten days
are they lingering near, hoping I will remember?
Have I killed them?
will they ever come back?
it is mid October
but unusually warm at seventy-four degrees.
I decide to replenish their food
feeling better now
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