Long Eaglet Poems
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Two alien scientists
Have arrived at earth,
In their spaceship
And have set a camera
At an eagle family;
Father is busy bringing fish;
Mother flies around the nest
And brings fish for the eaglets too;
And eaglet Katalea;
A fledging;
The alien scientists are curious
And observe what eaglet Katalea is doing;
How does she behave?
They thought earth for sure,
Had some peculiar energy about it
And they were curious what it would be like;
It made some sense to them,
That eaglet Katalea had a nature of its own
That was similar to them;
Well she was curious;
She would just sit in her nest and rest
But it was not what she was doing;
Time after time she flapped her wings
And flied up to the entrance of her nest,
Looking outside for a long time;
This was done repeatedly at the nest.
By her brothers and sisters;
The scientists could look at three of them.
Katalea and her brother and sister
Standing at the entrance of the nest
And looking intently around;
After a couple of days they decide,
Just looking was not enough for them
And they decide and hop off the nest
In the area around;
They still do not rest;
Eaglet Katalea still has not had enough;
She flaps her wings,
Hops around
And goes from one place to another;
Observing and looking around;
Later that day,
This is what the alien scientists wrote on their diary;
«We noticed earth habitants,
Eaglets,
Move around and explore a lot,
Since they are at fledging time.»
It looks like a born,
Innate nature to them;
For sure
Earth is and will be a busy and noisy place’;
I hate beginnings, plenipotentiary prattle, use-
less sedimentary-sounds. A preface and first chap-
ter betwixt the suc-
culent kiss, the marvelous mystery unfolding.
wash your hands, bobbleheaded-yes.
that was the third part. typhoid
mary, not important to this quiz,
yet she opened the door and peaked
through. i slammed
it
shut, rolled my eyes.
how yummy pages
that jump into the deep end
and we drown in ecstasy’s eaglet
nest. eggs cracking cuckoos
collaborating.
long, drawn………..out
beginnings not
for
me
the setup goes on and on and
oh kind of like this steam
letting off
done
1/22/2021
Flagrant bird Bernadette feathery flair flamboyant
Towers over average plumage
Parades tassle twist pantomime pow wow warbonnet
Cascade costume illuminating
Cheyenne crowned showgirl, a flurry of torso tumult
Statuesque neck festers fatalism
Stiletto weapon punctuates staid with societal revolt
Rouses a Lady Marmalade rythm
Elusive vermilion mouth majestic Bernadette buxom
Slinks sequined by beside suited
Patrons in shadow of taboo troublesome seduction
Stubble rub struggle translucent
Sashaying aves, aloof eaglet suspended in feminine
Bouyant slow swirl drape tailed koi
Hypnotic bronzed bends transmit treacle pheromone
Concocts a carbonated cider void
26th June Too sexy!
Homey Hiatus, Hiatus Homey
Noble nascent notice nature,
frequents features fertile favor,
charming colors cure complacent,
notice nature, noble nascent.
Subtle stages stylishly sort,
pledged perianths pleasures purport,
artless aiming accrue ages,
stylishly sort subtle stages.
Weeping Willows wigwag waters,
often ogles overt otters,
eaglet escapes easy expose,
wigwag waters, Weeping Willows.
Becalming boon blamed babbling brook,
lingering lulls laboring look,
saunters solely scenery strewn,
blamed babbling brook becalming boon.
*Alliteration/Rhyme Scheme
The first and last line reversed per stanza
8 syllable count per line
2021 January 27
Hiatus
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
*Image of The Garden of Words by WordPress.
Heighten Hiatus
Noble nascent nurtures nicely,
arrest aspects acme ably,
charming checking cure complacent,
nurtures nicely, noble nascent.
Subtle stages stylishly sort,
choice collection, colorful court,
always adrift accrue ages,
stylishly sort subtle stages.
Weightless willow wanders water,
often ogles overt otter,
eaglet escapes easy expose,
wanders water weightless willows.
Brandishing blue bordering brook,
lingering lulls laboring look,
saunters solely scenery strew,
bordering brook brandishing blue.
2020 July 07
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 4 or 5 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 12
An eaglet raised with barnyard birds
will never soar to towering heights.
Though armed with wings designed for flight
It will never reach soaring height.
Thoughts are like wings designed to soar
They’re active every waking blink.
But how you choose to use your wings
can help you cope with what life brings.
So many souls are trapped by thoughts
Of worthlessness and “Never will.”
The hurtful words that they were told
like prison bars, their thoughts still hold.
Sad thoughts trap those who are depressed,
these thoughts like weights, press on their chest.
Dark thoughts like clouds hanging so low,
seem bent on snuffing out life’s glow.
Self-centered thoughts ensnare the vain
and bind them with a galling chain.
These selfish thoughts leave ugly scars
and traps the soul within their bars.
When men with minds greedy for gain
and thoughts of wealth possess their brain,
many do things that are insane
to satisfy their thirst for gain.
If you do not control your thoughts
they will one day bind you with knots.
Let noble thoughts your mind adore
and they will make your spirit soar.
I lost you with the passing of the years;
You disappeared into the chaos of life
but, for a time, you were the bedrock of mine
and the hero of my story.
Confused and without guidance, I struggled to establish my identity.
Temptation was everywhere, masquerading as a good time.
Recognizing my naivety and vulnerability, you offered me the wisdom and experience of maturity.
I was drawn to your aura like a wanderer to a light on a dark night.
I felt a kinship of the heart and a homecoming of the soul.
The missteps and mistakes of youth weighed heavily upon my mind.
Kindly and gently, you guided me around life's potholes
and rough spots until I safely knew my way.
Your love enveloped me like a warm blanket.
Patiently, you led me to discover my own worth.
Under your influence, I grew from a lost child into a capable woman.
You once asked me what I needed from you.
At the time, I didn't know the answer.
I am finally able to give you my answer: you freely gave me all that I needed.
One day I tried my wings and left you, never to return.
I was the fledgling eaglet who, instructed by its parents in survival skills, leaves the nest prepared for life on its own.
You gave me the confidence to embrace my future.
I am only looking back now to thank you.
I do not know the ending of your story but you will always be an angel in my mind and heart.
March 21, 2024
My daughter, you are my firstborn,
My might, the first sign of my strength,
Excelling in honor, excelling in power.
Turbulent as the waters, you FOREVER excel,
For you are blessed by the Most high God
Marvel your generation will praise you;
Your hand will be on the neck of your enemies;
Your world will bow down to you.
You are a lion’s cub, Marvel;
You return from the prey, a might lioness.
Woman of Virtue here you are
You will reign and lead
You will prosper and
Your boundaries shall enlarge again and again
You shall be a haven for ships;
Your borders will extend always
How good is your resting place my dear child
How pleasant is your habitation
You will provide justice and give counsel to many
All the time the Lord shall deliver you
Your a warrior my little deer you will conquer all the time
Marvel your food will be rich and it shall always be i plenty
You will provide delicacies for nations
With liberty you will build and enjoy the fruit of your labor
Great Eaglet shall you sow
Might lioness Shall you roar and reign
Marvel your a fruitful vine,
A fruitful vine near a spring,
whose branches climb over a wall.
You flourish like a tree by the river side
Because of your father’s God, who helps you,
Because of the Almighty who blesses you
With blessings of the skies above,
Blessings of the deep springs below,
Blessings of the breast and womb.
Your father’s blessings are great,
Than the blessings of the ancient mountains,
Than the bounty of the age-old hills.
Let all these rest on your head my daughter Marvel
All your life all your days
Marvel Shekhinah Muhereza
Joyful Glorious Giver
I bless you in the name of God
Almighty bless you constantly
Again and Again
For My daughter Marvel Shekhinah Muhereza
Form:
The eagle mistook me for a bunny. She swooped down and picked me up from the field, and we went soaring high in the sky, past the swing set, past the fence, past the tree line, up, up, up.
She tightened her grasp, but I did not mind. I had never flown like this before, out in the open, with the robins who gawked as we flew past. It was fun looking down at my house from the sky, and not from an airplane window. I waved at my neighbor, and was disappointed that she did not see me.
This magnificent bird got me to a mountain ledge and dropped me where three adorable eaglets were waiting. “LUNCH!” she announced, and she flew off. I made them grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and we had chocolate pie with whipped cream for dessert. Then we took a little nap.
These eaglets were much more appreciative than my own children, so I decided to stay. I fixed them banana pancakes, and blackberry cobbler, and meatloaf, and hot bread. After a month or so, they started to take advantage of me. They wanted me to start cleaning their bedrooms, and they were a lot messier than my own children, so I climbed down and walked back home.
The chick killed its brother;
the weak have to be expelled
from the nest,
It had to be the last and the first,
the one still instinctively pecking,
still begging from the raw red mouth
to endure long enough to soar.
She feeds it the meat of its sibling,
She has no sorrow for death
yet she must blind her eyes
to do this thing.
It gulps, grows stronger.
The consumed brother helping
to shed downy floss,
to nourish new sleek feathers.
Morsels are brought, foreign tastes,
until a small bird is put into a gaping beak.
It is not an eaglet,
the bird was born weak and yet survived
until now.
Upon a time it is chased from the eyrie,
left alone on wilderness winds
where only wings
that have thrived upon their kin
may become mothers.