Fledging Poems | Examples

thrush

The fledging  thrush appreciate
their Mothers rung
Fresh worms
Fleet less they aspire
to fly
Secure in nest
an eiderdown of feathers
they hang onto
every tweet
mindful their day will come

Protection

Protection at bath
Fledging female sparrow bathes, drinks
Watched by mature male
Red male cardinal flies in
Almost backs-up in flight, flees     

November 12, 2022
Idea November 10th

Still-

STILL-

Instill, Often shadows, in the dark;
Lay dormant like a rock;
Instilled, seeing things less the spark;
Yet stilled after shock;

Instill, When I’m ready I will see;
The fledging of the wind;
Instilled, Whispering and blowing;
Over and over fierce, the cold I cringe;

Still


10/14/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Of Animal and Bird Parents

Let me put your parenting skills
Under the microscope, my thrills!  

You share your food with the young
You eat, regurgitate for the fledging

What childcare, what love & nurturing 
You, bird parents take turns food hunting

I adore how you bring food to the nest 
You feed the chicks as if you don’t rest!

You, dogs and cats hunt and share the kill
Mother dogs help the pups to eat to the fill 


I see animals bring down prey and feast
In a social order, in packs, this, that beast

I see parent animals teach their young
To walk, hunt & who says that`s wrong?

Apes & simians feed each other when caring
For the wounded or the ill, when …yes, dating!

I don’t know whether elephants teach their young
Courting, but yes, food choices & a good tongue!

Put Away Your Screen Today

Things that make me happy
bring a smile or tears of joy
they have no monetary value
sweet gifts for every girl and boy 

So take off all those blinkers
Let the light shine in
Put away your screen today
And you’ll see what I mean

To see a spider spin a web
a bee sip nectar for his queen
a fledging taking his first flight
mother moon on the clearest night

To hear a blackbird sing his song
for he will sing it all day long
the sea her tides they come and go
relax and watch her ebb and flow

The morning sky the sun arising
with hues that take your breath away
And as she sets ~ a picture painted
Each night each day a different way

The joy I get to see the moon
her crescent exquisite 
her fullness divine
she fills up my heart
she clears out my mind

What joy to see a sky full of stars
With Jupiter ~ Venus ~ Saturn and Mars

So open your eyes 
as you gaze to the sky
You may even see
ISS passing by

Open your mind ~ let your soul soar 
In this wonderful world there is oh so much more…

Written 9th July 2020

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Sponsor Brian Strand
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The Bicycle Lesson

For half an hour, 
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,  
jittery under the torrent of none-too-gentle 
dos and don'ts coming from me, 
his 6-year-old legs getting bullied by the pedals, 
his hands on the handlebars fighting the side-to-side 
spasms of the front wheel,  
all four limbs wrestling with the fear in his mind. 

Then, suddenly, he was 20 feet ahead of me,
then 50, 80,
the short sleeves of his oversized tee-shirt flapping like 
fledging wings,
his neck and arms looking especially scrawny in the
horizontal lift-off, 
hair gelled by the newfound wind into an 
aerodynamic crown, 
all of him flying down the promenade of the 
dusky park. 

The world has many lessons in store to replace 
the things I’ve tried 
to teach him through the years.

Just not this one.

Parents and Child Reunion As Adults

Fledging child grows to unlatch
    to turn back on parents, to find own way.
Child's hand uncupped, snapped away, rebellious.
But in time, parents and child reunite
    as adults with a different relationship,
    with mutual respect for independence.
Though parents still cherish the child, as child.

Winter Returns In May

We said goodbye to winter weather 
                Welcomed the sweet freshness of spring
                    birds fledging, new plants sprouting, 
                           then   winter  bites    again 
                              cold winds from the north
                                  brings ice and snow
                                        natures way 
                                            to   say
                                              Woe.
                                                                       
Wrote on 1st May 2017.
May Premier contest,
Sponsored by Brian Strand.

Missteps

Dirty hair and a rag tag shirt with spots of blood
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed 

Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments where every child is blessed
gifts of bread and water waived off politely
not wanting to be the needy but just another part

Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging
along with a lost flock fledging to be whole
filled with sounds of the needed future
where supper is more than a fulfilling need

It's a heart, a soul, not left to rot out on the corner
letting little missteps take their frightful toll

Tender Care

Across impatient worries released up high
quivers weep along with the fear of night
beads off a fevered brow brush below
sacrificed tranquility with no return

Tender care craved under a gentle moon
scarlet rays of aid caressing flushed cheeks
forgetting the fledging ills of the moment
soothing a somber soul off to sleep

Death's Last Gasp

Yesterday death said in passing...
 “Someday it will be your turn,”
Always from dark mood harassing,
Never master, just intern.

Days awaken sleepy idler,
Death’s chill lost to summer breeze,
Autumn’s leaves show hidden color,
Spring’s joy melting winter’s tease.

Nature’s cycles run like clockwork,
Hum with sound of rushing birth,
Evolution’s crowning bulwark,
God’s true plan for fledging earth.

How in life’s ecstatic clamor,
Has death even got a prayer?
Time unwinding without stammer,
Endings really are not there.

Life unfolds as God would have it!
God is dead?! Death has no voice!
Sleep in peace for morn will come yet,
Master’s plan divulges choice.


Brian Johnston
February 8, 2016

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The Great Blue Heron always does its best
While hatching, fledging, high atop its nest;
With Nature’s rhythms every day is blessed,
As surely as the Sun sets in the West.

The heron pair take turns to go on quest,
Come back to tend the young, by life possessed;
When one departs, the other stays at rest,
With awesome grace.— At camera’s behest,
I watch and wonder, uninvited guest.

Men seek conceits, awards, to be conferred,
Then strut and fret with pridefulness absurd;
Some dote upon a poet’s every word…
But I’d prefer to be more like that bird.



 ~ Harley White




[Poem inspired by viewing the Great Blue Heron nest on live camera at Cornell Lab of Ornithology]

The Unexplainable

The Unexplainable
By
Tom Wright

A fledging young magician named Joel Pratt,
Was quite adept at pulling things from a hat.
From a force of habit,
Out came the rabbit,
But he was supposed to have produced a cat.

Lost Memories

My past resources have gone to waste.
A fledging youth has departed in haste.
Substances taken as a teen have wiped the slate clean. 
Memories of yesterday have been displaced.

Discarded is all hope of return. 
Passions remain deep where they burn. 
I struggle to recall what led to my downfall. 
I persevere hopelessly.  Where am I to turn? 

I have tolerated nonsensical and inane.
They have practically rendered me insane.
Each lost thought has left me distraught.
In which alternatives can I regain?

Shallow Man

Shallow Man



I am for want of a better explanation
A stupid and inconsiderate man

For all my confessions I profess to love
I am selfish
Thoughtless

I hide behind eloquence
Poetry I write deceives my heart
But the mirror shows me up to well
In my aged pretence

I am not good enough

Nor do I deserve my love

For it is something I will tie to a whipping post
And beat soundless

The lash of my ego
With its cat of nine tails
Will always seek to land on its feet

I am a converted hypocrisy
A full fledging bastard of a man
I do not have the strength to defend
Myself

Split hair of contrivance I am

Unappreciative of love I am

A lost rejection of bondage
A poor excuse in verbal testaments

Undeserving in my fatuous complicity
To the tears I shed for myself
Heart broken is a mere façade

Nothing, save the convert to self-ridicule
Will echo the puerile essence I have
Hate me then as the shallow man
It is nothing other than I deserve

I lay myself out for the spit

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