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Their pounded wind
called our neighborhood.
We were children
who entered their work
like a hearth.
Electric wisk, whine,
sawdusted the cool summer
uder our trees.
From banded boards
basking in dirt
to skeletal hints
at form.
Their whistles were
crisp greenery out of
trees and earth.
They tooled and straddled
their working days,
leaving their plywood,
their drywall chalk
for our pictures.
In the last light of the trees,
we robbed scrap from their
silent structure.
And they were ghosts
still working after hours.
Our tree fort,
ropes, nails chewing deeply
into bark
was worship.
A monument to them.
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
It wasn’t on him,
He couldn’t find it,
Mysteriously missing,
He searched for it.
It was always on him,
It was a symbol of his undying love,
Since she went with the night,
He had not loved any other.
He watched her breathe her last,
He sat beside and held her hands,
With tears streaming down his face,
He muttered some words.
Those words were like a spell,
They infinitely cemented their hearts,
They banded them with an unbroken cord,
None else could come in between.
He was running in the woods,
Someone was trailing him,
He couldn’t see their faces,
His was bruised by the clustered trees.
He woke up,
The ring was lost,
A broken cord,
An undone spell.
June 30, 2022,
Old hands at the pond
know that the tenth duckling will not make it.
It is the runt, half the size
of the rest of the brood, feathers thin and slick,
not fluffed, not downy.
Its weak neck droops,
it seems only to watch the water beneath it.
Mother Mallard softly quacks,
the rest of the water birds hustle to form a line near to her.
The tenth tries to fall in also,
but it is as if the gentle breeze and the soft pond ripples,
even the warm air
have banded together to thwart its progress.
The 10th stops,
allows the water to turn it the other way,
it begins to drift.
Mother duck keeps going forward with her brood,
she cannot for a moment abandon the nine
to tend to the tenth.
Gulls are circling now.
We who watch exchange looks, shrug.
Three gulls descend,
they form a triangle around the weak duckling.
One gull hesitantly pecks at it, sees that it offers no resistance.
The other two open their beaks wide to shear at the bird.
The bedraggled tenth is lifted up into the high air.
The three pond-pirates commence to tussle each other
for the spoils.
A few scrawny feathers drift back to the water.
Only now does the mother turn to observe the end,
Then with not a sound
she sails on, her chicks swiftly following.
“That’s that then,” says my friend.
“Had to be” I reply.
“It’s the way it is” he says.
We both get up from the bench,
walk away from the pond, not looking back.
Across the oceans crossing ferocious dark barriers of time
I've floated from Midway Atoll with fervent waves that chime,
humming melodies of my journeys to distant lands
making my own way through colorful windy strands.
I opened my eyes on a swaying grassland in recluse
azure horizon kissing shades of mauve golden hues,
sprinkled on sand long back as I took my first flight
I remember soaring with lamb white clouds so bright.
Flew across different continents in changing seasons
my little ones merge my legacy with joyous reasons,
I sing of raging storms and bravery on ancient beacons
on voyages I calm scared souls when their spirit weakens.
I find my way back home to meet my beloved every year
my memories of wetland behind fierceness I hold dear,
recognized as the oldest living wild bird I spread love
known as 'Wisdom' I still live to soar freely high above.
Poet's Note: The oldest living wild bird(banded) is a female Laysan albatross that nests within the world's largest albatross colony on Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge in the Hawaiian islands. She is at least 69 years old and is believed to have laid nearly 40 eggs over her life. She survived a tsunami and was first recognized in 1956 then again over a span of many years(through her band). In 2006, she was named 'Wisdom' as a symbol of hope for all species that depend upon the ocean to survive.
July 22, 2020
I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
~Winner: 2nd Place
A lean coyote chases a hare through
heat of desert winds. His swift doe
darts past my boots. They've managed
to escape, this time. He'll lead the chase
away another day.
I pause to watch the side-winder as he
considers a kangaroo rat, before moving
on between two century plants to a
rock ledge nearby. The tidy yellow rat
continues eating seeds, gleaning moisture,
never needing to sip drink in this dry
yet vibrant land.
The cactus wren with spotted breast
sits atop a prickly pear. The gilded
flickers' rosy cheeks and banded wings
are a colorful reminder of the beauty
I find out here. Their sturdy tails prop
them upright against a great saguaro,
carving out a hole for nest.
I crunch the tangy bulb of a white
desert lily whose green tendrils curl
on the ground. And here, as evening
cools walking back to my new home,
a silver moon illuminates my path. I
glory in this wondrous desert scene.
I found someone who is younger than me,
She is like someone who is quite similar to me,
She sings songs like I know most of them,
I found someone who’s with me on the same Elm.
She is typical smart girl, who silently sits there,
Strangely gives me looks like she does really care,
She gave me songs that I so ever wanted,
That deed makes my all bad things banded.
I did not know that I can found someone who’s crazier than me,
She collects pictures of her like that can’t ever be me.
We’re the greatest fans, I should know!
We talked things about her like we already know.
I did not know that we have that much in common,
I guess our craziness brings us in to the highest summon.
Looking forward to talk more with her,
I really had so much fun talking to an incredible her.
Dinner by candlelight
Expect dinner by candlelight
The table is set in the garden
The flowers 'red passion of' exhale
a sweet smell in the air ...
Yes it is a little cold.
But I lit a fireplace just for us.
The flames contrast with the dark,
Magic seems to do to please us.
The musicians are the first chords,
Gay rehearse the songs that will touch
Today will be a lovely dinner, showered with kisses.
And embraced'll dance to the sound of
violins ...
Prepared for that special night
A good wine cooled there on the table
Along with cutlery willing to label
In the center two rosebuds highlighted
Another yellow red side by side.
Insinuating my desire and my passion
Already purposely scented flower essences
Then you get even more cute than ever
We talk about vague words unimportant
But our hands and our eyes banded
Could declare a thousand words
Gently yet ventured a dance
I now feel even more its fragrance and its heat
At this moment the taste of wine from my mouth
Mingled with the taste of my lipstick from her soft lips
Gradually refined our clothes before
They were left one by one there on the floor
Our hands were filled with affection and tenderness
Then our love was magically declared
Among the cushions of my couch in my room
At our first dinner by candlelight
OF CEIZAR FOR MY DEAR DUNCAN TE AMO
Throughout history from time to time, our country has gone to war;
they called upon our brave young men to enlist and join the corps.
Some of the men were called by draft; while some enlisted on their own.
They displayed their courage, in either case, and made their presence known.
With the colonists discontent in ‘75 the American Revolution began;
the brave young men fought the British for the right to claim their land.
Over restricted trade rights in 1812, we went to war with Britain once again;
with much of the war, against their strong navy, fought on the bounding main.
The Spanish American War began in 1898 with the sinking of the Maine
The American victory gave Cuba its freedom from the mighty Empire of Spain.
Teddy Roosevelt and his brave Rough Riders charged up Kettle Hill;
The battle cries of the brave young men surely gave the Spaniards a chill.
The sinking of the Lusitania in 1917 brought us into World War I,
and the presence of our brave young men was felt before the war was done.
Our troops with “Black Jack” Pershing at the helm, into the war were lead,
and soon the German army knew, on the Americans they would not tread.
With Japan’s surprise attack on Pearl Harbor in December of ‘41,
Uncle Sam once again called its young men to gather and take up their guns.
From the sands of Iwo Jima to the beaches of Normandy,
they banded together and fought with great valor and won their victory.
Vietnam was a different kind of war, fought by the boomer generation;
And when the war was done the men came home facing an ungrateful nation.
They had banded together and bravely fought and 58,000 died,
and the brave men came home to an unruly mob, a nation with no pride.
If there a common thread in all of our wars, it’s the bravery of our young men;
they answered the call to take up arms time and time again.
They distinguished themselves as they fought with valor, many of them died,
and in our country we have lived in peace and that cannot be denied.
And to the brave men who gave their lives, we will be eternally indebted.
We will never forget what they did for us, their memories forever respected.
The bible passage from the Book of John, brings us to this end;
“Greater love has no man than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends.”
In a regular year, there’d be galas and balls
And we’d watch little snips on the news,
But since things are on hold and all protocol falls,
One big party was set for our views.
On a virtual stage, with Tom Hanks the M.C.,
It was concert and feel-good event;
Meant to unify all, it was, we’d all agree,
A warm welcome to our president.
Jon Bon Jovi, John Legend, Foo Fighters and Bruce,
Tim McGraw, Katy Perry and more
Sang with passion and joy, quite enough to produce
All the hope we need Joe to restore.
Former presidents banded together and spoke.
There were excerpts from speeches and poems
And a focus on all of those everyday folk
Who allowed us to stay in our homes.
At the end there were fireworks lighting the sky
While the mask-wearing Bidens looked on,
So symbolic and moving no one could deny
Such relief the old tenants were gone.
He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.