"I walk this lonely and gray maze absence of noise for days,
till only my name be known." Quote by poet
Beagle, my small, sweet, faithful, warmhearted,
Regal, Harrier hunting hound girl puppy,
Loves to sleep on my armchair.
Fifth of her litter. She stares, with sun sparkling hazel eagle eyes,
Short, soft white, with patches of brown and black hair.
Her brown ears down like pendulums in the air
That swing back and forth when she runs.
Stands proudly with her head straight up and alert.
Her black nose never fails her;
It wiggles at the scent of quail.
She rumps inside and outside
With bumblebee boundless, curious, playful energy.
Tail high, cheerful and outgoing,
Happy and very yappy at times.
She’s humorous when her toy is her tail
An affair she chases over and over again
In a circle, having fun when she is excited.
Her bed is my bed in quiet, hush puppy, snuggly comfort.
Categories:
harrier, dog,
Form: Free verse
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Time had preserved for me the truth
Enveloped it and put it next to the booth
Nervous as the letter was titled 'BITTER TRUTH'
Anniversaries were never the same
They jeered at my emotions and jilted my sincere love
Why then did you accept it earlier ?
What did you want me to have... A harrier?
Or was it because I had a rough path for my career?
When was I supposed to know I won't marry her?
Wasn't your mother a peasant farmer, Maria?
Categories:
harrier, depression, feelings, hurt, sad
Form: Acrostic
In the Druid tradition an inspired Bard was said to possess "bird's knowledge." Druid shamans would dress in cloaks of bird feathers to perform certain ceremonies, and divination would be practiced by observing the flight of birds. In trance, the Druid would enlist the aid of his bird spirit-ally to fly to other realms, or would transform himself into a bird on the inner planes to accomplish a certain task. Each type of bird represents different qualities, evokes different experiences, and has different gifts for the Druid: the eagle brings renewal, the wren humility, the swan grace, the raven initiation. The hawk, whether kite, harrier, merlin, goshawk, or sparrowhawk, can give nobility and stature, dignity and pride. I once heard that a Cherokee shaman had to turn into a hummingbird in order to find the lost tobacco seed, in their mythology, it was brought to them by the hummingbird.
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Categories:
harrier, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
This is a poem about one of our endangered birds of prey, the Marsh Harrier.
Dancing in the air
moving to an unheard tune
instinctive steps
laid out
under the summer moon.
never to be seen on stage
nor laid upon the page
Ballerina of the sky
above the ground
nothing escapes
your searching eye.
Dancer of the air
princess of heather and moor
pirroueting to finish your dance
no audience to approve
or imagine
a fatefull, longing romance.
All alone
you dance above
only the clouds
to give
you love.
Categories:
harrier, appreciation, beauty, bird, environment,
Form: Pastoral
So we were in need of sudden blaze
to seizure the darkens with naked eye
reason your distant shape
and trace origin astray
With bear fields of coal still untouched
bunglers of dirt beneath the frosty hem
as heavens kneels struck by ahead
with brightness - a harrier gaining strength
pouring along the earth droplets of dread
O! how I tend in to your embrace
protectress of orchards – look
the pearls of pain overlay my temples
burning same stigma hooks
emerging like lavenders
with moonlit night
So we were in need of sudden blight
around of half of hundred years
and yet it's not enough
to keep the courage in curious touch
to foment the heat out
of fingertips – as one
learn again all about the life
Portlaoise 05/03/2016
Categories:
harrier, fantasy, sad,
Form: Epic
When I was young and lived with mum,
We’d wait all year till July come,
We’d pack the car and drive away,
To Mablethorpe on holiday.
It wasn’t flash and hardly slick,
But those things aren’t the things that stick,
When you think back now what mattered most,
Were the simplest things of little cost.
Even now I miss such things,
As candy floss and doughnut rings,
Busy arcades in neon flush,
Space Harrier and the 2pence push,
When on the beach we loved the sea,
And sparkle lollies (just 12p!)
A donkey ride and the kites we flew,
And paper flags for a castle or two.
The Fulbeck pub – a major plus,
A beer for dad, pop and crisps for us,
Michael Jackson still going strong,
And PYT was my favourite song.
It may not have been Saint Tropez,
But I’d like to go back there some day,
With mum and dad and my brothers too,
Laughing in the sun like we used to do.
Categories:
harrier, age, beach, change, family,
Form: Verse
MILITARY NAMES
Names are chosen to suggest aggression;
Anything smacking of peace is for suppression.
Soviet subs are Typhoons not Seabreezes.
The USAF flies Eagles, not Robins
And it’s a Tomcat, not a Tabby cat,
Real men fly a Hornet not a Butterfly.
The British prefer Harrier to Supporter.
Native American names can include
The Tomahawk but not the Prayer Bead,
And the Apache but not the Micmac.
No doubt a new aircraft carrier
Could be called the Charles Bronson
But not called the Oscar Wilde.
Categories:
harrier, humor, introspection,
Form: Prose Poetry
Spring appears on slopes and catkins are in full bloom
The spring is born from depths of winter like child from a womb
Like soul lifting the essence from winter’s icy tomb
Like wind whispering the meaning of life like fire that prairie will consume
Hen harrier above the fields of grain flies covering the sun
As he looks for pray among plains of cotton
His eyes scope the horizon
The clouds hovering lazy the visage of endless expanse of blue have soften
The spring is brought by invisible hand of unknown friend
We know it is done by position of the sun and biology blend
But who positioned the sun and biology send
That human mind has difficulty to comprehend
Meaning of life is whispered somewhere in the spring bloom
With the wind spreading seeds against rainy gloom
Mining of life is human idea so what dream would God’s thoughts consume
Maybe the expanse being the base end of this procession of thought is spawned in spring’s womb
With first and last thought having collided
Like the soul of souls the spring fragrance is casted
With the primrose by that spirit blessed
Bringing smile to us as we admire what spring has painted
Categories:
harrier, fantasy, spring,
Form: Rhyme
It’s time to board the Aircraft Carrier
You are welcome to step inside
Flying like a nitrous boosted harrier
That’s zooming down a greased up slide
The destroyer lurks on the horizon
We ready the poetic torpedo
In time for our dramatic liaison
Which will increase our verbal libido
I hope you look forward to reading our works
To bask in our poetic manner
Our ponderings have already irked
But our syntax is strong like an angry Bruce Banner
We will not be silenced by the Soup
We will stand tall to carry Aircraft
We will sometimes fly a loop-the-loop
We will poke you with our poetic shaft
Categories:
harrier, adventure, animal, baby, caregiving,
Form: Munajat