Long Bird Poems
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See I was hungry for your love
What I needed more was trust
It was hard but that was us
Them late night convo's got my mind in a frenzy
Told you I'm mindful not friendly
Got alot of enemies people that envy me
I'm moving on from the past used to be a badass
Like boosie I had an ego was just you average *****
Wanted to be a hero
World change as I gaze through this bad lens
Stop being outspoken kill em all with silence
Bad minded people show them nothing but kindness
To my friends I'm hoping for better ends
No death this year no betrayal no one left behind
I pray to God everyone find success
A lover that's the best, care for you like a bird care for her nest
Mama just know I'm here if I die don't let they be fear
I was prepared for this day like every other day
Finally to the girl I love this gone be the hardest thing for me to say
But you can go your way
I know you never wanted for to stay
Don't let my burden be your burden
Been going through little to a lot
Put my emotions on my back just give it a pat
Dealing with death starting to feel no depth like i am death
Cigarettes and meth that's my subset I'm upset.
Let they be light caz I fight my fight
The Vale of Revulsion
There is a vale adjacent between the village and the hill farms
where people had given up their constant struggle with poverty
and of moved to France or the USA.
I walked into this neglected vale with my dog that usually
walked in front of me, this time she walked behind, not sure if
she should take flight or stay loyal, it was a place of fear and silence
a place where nature hated the humans and no bird thrilled.
There was no fox or rabbits here, the tree had bark that stung
I was petrified, behind bushes sensed monsters that only appear in a child´s nightmare.
My knees buckled; the temptation was to sink on my knees
and give in to terror, I walked on, and finally, we came to the main road.
I sat on a stone at the entrance of this nemesis of a future.
We walked home the dog and me, and as usual, she was in front of me, feeling unafraid of life
I can be a butterfly
Or a bird,
Or even a flower
If I so wish to be
For,
None can choose their paths
Other than they who walk
In their own shoes,
Blistering their feet as they go
And even endure the harshness
Of worn out soles!
I can be a doll,
Or even a Queen,
Why, I can be a sinner
Or even a moralist
Yes, I can be whatever I wish
Since
The rules of this world
Have been carved out
By those who are like me
Made of flesh and blood
And having upon their gaze,
Limited vision!
Yes,
Captain of my own ship,
I can choose to be happy,
And mighty
And glorious
And even powerful,
Confident that I can conquer life,
Rather than letting it conquer me!
Outside my window I heard a chirping,
And on a tree was one little sparrow;
This bird had not a care for snow falling.
Often many perch on a branch narrow,
I find their nests in walls and in vines;
And on a tree was one little sparrow.
Even in light fixtures I find signs,
So closely entwined in my daily life;
I find their nests in walls and in vines.
These sparrows enjoy a city birdlife,
I love to watch them have a snow bath;
So closely entwined in my daily life.
They hop, hop on my icy garden path,
Sparrows will eat right out of my hand;
I love to watch them have a snow bath.
I find this little bird so delightfully grand,
Outside my window I heard a chirping;
Sparrows will eat right out of my hand.
This bird has not a care for snow falling
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November 28, 2015
Poetry/Terzanelle/Winter Sparrows
Copyright Protected, ID 15-730-421-0
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance L France
Submitted to the contest, Strand Pick F
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
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Written for the Open Poetry contest
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot
Fifth Place
Bob, Luis and Gordon,
Names that might just ring a bell,
Lived, at least to little children,
On a street* they knew quite well.
The actors who portrayed them
Started when the show was new,
Educational TV back then
Just making its debut.
They performed with mostly Muppets
And then guest stars who’d abound,
Though their constant presence promised
That they’d always be around.
So how shocking to discover
That all three have been let go,
All their years of such devotion
Ending in this final blow.
Lucky Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
And their Muppet friends are stuffed
Or they’d end up like the humans
Being rudely, crudely snuffed!
*Sesame Street
Early in the morning as the quiet of night is fading,
I hear the kakakaka akakak of the gulls calling;
and outside my window they glide in a swooping dance,
as night turns into a blue sky, they twirl and swirl and glide.
Drifting on the breeze with wings outspread,
above tall majestic maples they just hover;
then, suddenly they are gone from view.
Gone the beauty to farmers crops that ripple in the sun-
to parks and water they rest and feed 'till day fades to sunset.
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July 28, 2015
Poetry/Verse/The Gulls
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1072-098-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, No. 125 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
I decided on my morning walk after learning a friend of ours had passed
to cheer me up I would look for miracles…unfortunately the sky was overcast.
The stars, the moon, the planets were nowhere to be found
which meant I’d have to look for miracles down here on the ground.
Then, looking up, I remembered as I walked early…just before the dawn
the clouds themselves are miracles…as well as the sky they’re floating on.
And then I felt upon my face…the miracle of a breeze
which, unseen and silently made its way to the miracle of the trees.
Once greeted by the breeze one tree’s branches began to swing
waking up the miracle of a bird..who then began to sing.
My eyes fell to the miracles of the flowers who were immediately enhanced…
for once they heard the song carried on the breeze…they all began to dance.
If left the flowers to their dance
and walked to where I heard the miracle of the ocean meet the miracle of the land…
where I took off my shoes and socks so my toes could feel the miracle of the sand.
As I headed home the clouds began to clear…and starting to peek through….
the miracle of the sun began changing the darkness of the night…
into a beautiful shade of blue..
When I looked up through the opening in the clouds…there before me in the sky…
I saw a large cloud in the shape of a feather…leisurely floating by…
They say finding a feather on your path…in this case a feather in the sky
means your witnessing a miracle…means an angel is nearby.
I took some solace in this feather cloud…thanking the universe for it’s generosity…
by sending down this miracle:
a message from my friend….
to the miracle that is me.
If you look up,
busy vultures
carve a dizzy hole in the heavens.
Feverish sky dancers
honoring the soon departed.
Just above eye level,
iridescent flies do likewise.
Theirs is a less patient maelstrom
buzzing about corpses
like last night’s news.
In the golden west,
a coyote catches the scent,
lightly seasoned with sage.
Others hungrily echo his refrain.
The stealthy fox approaches,
but you don’t know about that.
The ants throw a parade at your feet
one by one they march
a string of rubies to adorn the deceased.
The desert will eat well tonight,
it seems a sunset feast of sorts.
The legless diamond back
kicked things off.
That snake.
It knew it couldn’t eat you,
but wanted a taste.
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
A white flower with a long tail,
glides in the morning breeze;
Like an angel from the fairytales,
he eradicates venomous flies.
Black crown he dons, Angry face he has,
But his immaculate look enthralls ;
His feathers as light as hydrogen gas,
make him float in the sky.
He sings, plunges into the air,
performs mimicry and gymanstics,
in search of his perfect pair,
who has a very short tail.
Dark brown and delicate white
are the colors they boast;
Though the male alone has a long tail,
both are indeed the bird lover's delight
Indian paradise flycatcher is the new name;
Previously called Asian paradise flycatcher,
As Shakespeare said, what's in a name?
They already achieved fame
08-Oct-2019