Long Cardinals Poems
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Love of nature give me daily grace to face
What’s happening during pandemic disgrace.
I sit in the sun which is worlds of fun
The cardinals in the oaks clearly on the run
Not afraid of bugs I give my trees some hugs
Sunshine keeps me happier than any drugs
Cardinals chase each other giving me delight
I watch soaring eagle until he’s out of sight
Can hear chatty rooster over the back hill
Cannot ruffle solitude or robin’s trill.
At bare edge of other’s most terrible loss
Spirit of nature keeps me out of chaos.
Written April 23, 2020
Contest: Grace and Solitude
Sponsor: John Hamilton
You will need a terrific setting. The suck up kids are nodding.
Make sure that your character is interesting.
She says this in a monotone voice.
The only voice she has.
The one that puts me to sleep.
I languish back, whispering with my tree.
A willow with flowing hair, and a sweet nod.
Her bluebirds call my name, inviting me to dance.
A teacher’s droning is in the background, but I can ignore her.
She is easy to ignore.
Here is a template you’ll need.
Two teacher’s pets immediately say they will pass them out.
The teacher calls another one’s name.
A reluctant student who is probably in the land of giants
Slaying dragons.
I smile. It’s not me this time.
Cardinals and robins flit over, hunting for food.
There is a brush against my arm. It’s the template.
But I pretend it is the willow tree, loving me.
My eyes begin to close, a nap in the works.
I enjoy my soft day with her gentle quick ways.
I am in the zone, asleep under the willow. It is a warm day. The sun is gentle.
“Will need a partner,” teacher says, bringing me back to my 5th grade desk.
I choose Jameson, I say, noting his horrified look.
He knows I did not hear almost any of the instructions.
They all know I am usually more than half asleep in most of my classes.
Someone giggles.
The teacher must have given her a sharp look.
The giggle stops in mid giggle.
Jameson is terrified that I will not know what to do, but I do.
Taking the paper out of his hand, I offer to do the writing.
I ask for his ideas.
He has none.
So I begin with a flourish!
Silver eyed blackbirds from above
and beige browned turtle doves
stake out the yard searching in need
between the fallen leaves for seed.
Red winged orange cardinals appear
calm awaiting their turns to spear
as burnt umber wrens rush
with burnished sparrows hiding in the brush,
A half dozen burly furred squirrels race
with each other straddling trees in the chase;
peeking in and out the thicket for cues
where tag and play ensues.
Aggressive blue jays screech
pushing everyone aside in their reach,
pouncing on squirrel and bird alike
save the dominant silver eyes blackbird spike.
Few are brave enough to stand and hold their ground
taking in the yard that abounds
as they run or fly rather than stay
to quick escape to sky or tree away.
With the sudden early wintry chills
each recognize the familiar thrills
no longer come at dawning
skipping in the earlier mornings.
The yard is still alive
with chatter and play
as creatures of the garden thrive
ready to greet the challenge of the day.
Russia is now in the Middle East as earthquakes dramatically increase
A couple signs of the beast but in these times such signs don't cease
As the twelves tribes of Israel return with anti-Semitism on the rise
Many of the things you will learn may also come as a real surprise
As in Revelation seventeen four, she dressed in Purple and Scarlet
This is what Cardinals and Bishops wore in being called this harlot
The euro-roman empire is back and many rumors of war, and war
The Red Moons were right on track, as man is wicked to his core
The Euphrates will run dry, a new 16 dam project just completed
For this China and Russia will via as a deal will save the defeated
But it's the Almighty's Israel this Army will be God drawn to take
Not sure exactly what Seal but that is going to be a big mistake
Earth itself has begun to convulse as man has stripped her bare
And if you still have a pulse of these events you must be aware
A forced Israeli land deal for peace as from Judea they will flee
No longer will God they fleece or else as we are all about to see
Matthew 24:36
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no,
not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.
Russia/Rosh- Gog Magog war 9-11-15
Jews increasingly return to Israel worldwide
St. Malachy predicted 112 popes, this is 112
The euro is the old Roman Empire
Red Moons 1493, 1948 rebirth of Israel
1967 the 6 day war Jerusalem now Israel's, and 2014
Signs in the Heavens God's Billboards
200,000,000 man army crosses dry Euphrates
Turkey just finished that dam 6 months ago
Earthquakes over 6.0 increase 10 fold since 2000
Google disasters in the U.S after ruling against Israel( it's not good)
The warnings/Shemitah years 1973, 80, 87, 94 2001, 2008,
2015 9-11 Russian goes into Middle East(Syria)
For I believe the final process of His Judgement may have begun
We are no Nineveh, we haven't repented but become worse!
Technology/ increase in knowledge
Popo Leo's Vision 1884....I need more time and power
The cell phone, he's in EVERYONES pocket(power)
I could go, but time is short
Not meant to scare, but awaken. He is a Loving and Merciful God,
And His Kingdom will have no end. Call upon His Name
For even the elite shall be fooled in the last days
I sit silently, so still
On the wooden chair in the den
Beside a window, sun raining in
Baptizing my thoughts
In warmth, blazing breaths
Of faraway wonders
The seat I sit upon
Once was a sturdy oak
Filled with dancing leaves
Sunshine purred through
Composing a song
Of detailed hopes, dreams
Pondered by graying
Branches so powerful
Cardinals and wrens convened
On them, a meeting
Heart, soul and mind
Chirping and crooning delight
As they while away the mornings
Reflecting on the mysteries
God’s wisdom, His creativity
Smiling from a sun who gleams
Against a backdrop of ridges
Emerald and sapphire mountains
Peaks like the hands lifted
In prayer, praising Him
The Maker of their wrinkles
The Reason for the massifs
Who preach hope, faith and love
Mixed together with joy and peace
As I sit on my wooden seat
Echoing my heart
Grace promises me to listen
As I share my soul
Glorifying the One who knows
My thought are the thoughts of
The gladness of knowing
His rising Son, the only One
To bring true hope
For the yearning soul
In the shadows of the setting sun
His peace reveals the saving love
I long for, plead for, wait for
With each prayer my thoughts invoke
poetic trilling of joyful greedy song birds in summer
faded pink male cardinals swoop and flip
running red squirrel flashes tail
excited white-tailed deer knocks down bird feeder
mushy wet birdseed is now on the ground
bashed in red feeder lies limp and helpless
october transmogrifies rapidly into december
holiday activities are keeping farmers busy
wife is not filling feeders as diligently
snuggly nights get longer and darker
ice and snow brings in frost from the north
squirrels are in hiding now
feeder is emptying fast
hoggish crows, cardinals and wrens
blue jay watches and waits, uninvited
Five Flashes of Crimson
In Agricola, where the late sun lies,
And October's gold is fading from the skies,
A fence post holds a simple, wooden line,
And hosts a sight both crimson and divine.
Not one, not two, but five bright feathered vests,
Have paused their chatter and settled on the crests.
The Northern Cardinals, with coats of fire,
Are drawn by hunger to a sweet desire.
They dip and peck at berries dark and round,
A quiet feasting, without any sound.
The male's sharp scarlet, a defiant gleam,
The female's blush, like an ember in a dream.
They come in kinship, a brief, familiar flock,
To gather fuel before the sudden clock
Of dusk arrives and chills the Mississippi air,
A vivid portrait, painted right there.
A messenger of hope, that flash of red,
A loving soul, the stories have been said.
But in that moment, nothing quite so grand,
Just five bright lives, eating from the land.
"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives." Camille Pissarro
One primary color can make me feel mellow
when warm like honey heated up or like rays of a golden sun.
It’s flax, saffron, blond, and canary yellow,
cheerful like a daffodil and bumblebee fun.
It’s bananas too and a well-buttered bun!
The second and vivid primary color
spells energy, boldness, passion and power.
Cardinals make most other birds seem simply duller.
A symbol of love, rose reigns as a fragrant red flower,
while scarlet and crimson sunsets my eyes can devour.
The loveliest for me of these three colors is the hue
that melds with yellow, thus creating green.
Some jewels, blooms and berries are naturally blue.
Splendid is a dusk with the tint of an indigo sheen.
Oh, cerulean sky above seawater shimmering aquamarine!
I write upon nature's birds, wild backyard songbirds.
It is a pleasure to feed them year-round,
and seeing them at my feeders,
their vibrant colors shine.
Cardinals, blue jays and hummingbirds steal the show,
entertaining with their sweet cheerful songs.
Fresh nectar awaits hummingbirds, it won't be long,
can't wait to see their tiny feathers glow.
Even though it's for a short time
to watch the small speeders
with their helicopter wings making buzzing sounds.
Seeing them brings me pleasure beyond words.
Canadian geese squawking in their v shaped herd.
Flying near the river where ducks abound,
busy quacking amongst peepers,
as owl hoots heard from pines.
I love to watch and identify birds I know
and learn new ones the feeders bring along.
2/2/21
Contest: My Invented Form - I Write Upon
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Shark waits in the bushes, for his opportunity. I am watching the scene in horror, because I feed these birds. There are many robins, sparrows, wrens, cardinals and my bluejay. They all trust me. I try to get out there in time to scare the cat away from his prime spot, but alas, I am too late. He has captured an unsuspecting baby bird. Trots off with his prey into the forest while the other birds continue to feed, unaware they are now in Shark’s own secret happy hunting ground.
cat takes flying leap
little brown robin escapes
feline grab in air