Long Fledge Poems
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We are at the world's edge
Playing non-stop on reed
Along the lyrics of natural nerds
Singing solemnly aloud to no end
With courage, strength and gut, we fledge
Upon all it throws cum concurrent need
We put the flag of fitness on substantial words
Giving all to the moment per chance cum luck to contend
In the hopeful grace that endangers mind's den
Either our says are blue or our minds, red
Our DOS will glee come what may to adhere
To our souls' operating systems regarding gene
Shout out to men on pen
Boys are not stone yet not dread
But are readily fit to contend without fear
Be it in Apomu, London, or even Eugene
It is either we win or battles rend
But no surrender not even for greed
Of pasture which mortal wants green
Of which everyone has become an aorta
That accompany the mysteries pens trend
In this peaceful tease is my awesome breed
A figure of troubled bliss pecking fate's serene
Gracefully, I belong to this wonderful "M" genre.
I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman
Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!
Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver
Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery
If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain
A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within
Oh! And the indifferent
chatbot I confided in,
has begun self-harming!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU Dancing Bird
Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window,
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him.
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.
Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony.
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before. I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons.
Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.
I open my eyes and what do I see
But a bluebird staring back at me.
He lights on a branch of the tree outside
Reminding me of joy in the trappings of life.
Happiness and peace should be mine all day long
His presence is powerful as I hear his song.
His sweet simple chirpings, so gay and so clear
I am glad to have him nest ever so near.
His simple beauty and colorful glory
His rusty red chest swelled up tells a story.
The eggs will soon hatch, the nestlings will fledge
The chirps and the sounds coming all from the hedge.
Another day dawns and a bluebird I see
Lighting up in the tree staring back at me.
Christ the Redeemer, Bless His Holy Name,
Amen, to the place called Big Bear Valley,
where hails our nation's bird, fair Cali,
the American Bald Eagle ... proclaim.
Naught bald or hairy, females are bigger
than their forever mate. Soars ten thousand
feet: eyesight eight times stronger than human
and they are indeed, the largest ... raptor.
Courting, sky dancing show, Cirque du Soleil,
can't beat their score. Biggest nest, atop tall
trees, their babies are called eaglets and crawl
and fledge but not too far. Grandeur display,
winged feathers of prominence. Humankind
edge what remains their last hope, be enshrined.
Avidly watching for nigh on three weeks
A black backed gull protecting her eggs
Through gales and rain or heat from the sun
Whatever the weather thrown down from above
This truly was a labour of love
So open to the elements fearing for her brood
Already having lost two nests
prayed weather would improve
I hope it’s third time lucky ~ oh I do hope that is true
Each day through my binoculars the nest comes into view
Today...
sweet joy and happiness
Two pretty ~ spotty ~ fluffy chicks
are standing there brand new
The cutest ~ newest ~ spotty ~ babes
and the proudest Mum I ever knew
She gave the loudest seagull call
announcing their birth to one and all
My heart skipped a beat
when one ventured too close
to the edge of the ledge
from whence the chicks will fledge
But Mum was there ~ she was totally aware
gently nudging it to safety
with such tender loving care
I will watch them for hours until that final day
When they fledge from their ledge
and boldly fly away…
Written 10th July 2020 ~~ with tears of joy in my eyes
Contest Strand Completely New (8)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Dreamer
In my boyhood I waded shoal creeks;
Veins of living waters swirling past my
Ankles; returning home, grinding stones.
I asked: How are rain drops like millstones?
I watched a stream of black ants scaling a tree
Through the crevices of bark; Antennae stiffened.
Above, a wily woodpecker whetted his long, nose plier.
I asked: How many ants to voice a flicker?
The grooves are worn, the needle no longer holds.
I station a toy soldier near the spindle, he turns
His post slowly. Deployed, his pace quickened,
Could not hold at the edge.
I asked: How far from the spindle before I fledge?
Awakenings
A huge arm snatched me back. Startled, affright,
By the sight of a man twice mine in height shouting
“Boy, don’t never be drinkin’ from theirs again.”
I asked: Does “colored” water not flow from the same vein?
Legs stiffen straight back when the BB
Entered the frog’s spine, each time. A boy hones
His skill for the man who would be sent to hunt men.
I asked: How many to pith before wars end?
Fear reverses relationships; opposites repel,
Likes attract. Tolerance, inclusion have no
Currency as long as pols pervert polarity.
I asked: Can we long survive the insularity?
Copyright 2018 Paul Thomson
As the Hedgehog is known for its hedge
It seems he is known for his edge
As he drives in the tip of the wedge
Whether swinging a ball peen or sledge
He will maul you with words aptly lurid
Setting traps that are complexly florid
Hit the gas, double clutch, and then floor it
Leave you lusting for metaphors torrid
Then on a whim he will dip his pen
And commit the poetic original sin
Of writing so tight it almost sounds trite
Shakespearian screamers awake in the night
And yes, he will dare, to twice poke the bear
Baring his heart though no one will care
Are his words stealthy demons bred of his fear
That might let you in, but won’t let you near
Thus, does he stand on the edge of the edge
His view a blank page on which he must fledge
John G. Lawless
©5/19/2023
"echar los perros"smiling,
laughing, playing with
their hair, and tilting their head
romance and attraction
a full fledge production
with charcters and stars
she looked toward him as if
forever started today
his smile and understanding
of her gestures caused them to be centered
by those who understood what they were doing
both highly attractive stood
amist people who
frowned some smiled
at the sight of romance
some grunted and committed
that both he and she
should stand out amongst these people
to make them both more attractive
or attracted to each other
the contrasting effect
appealing by comparision
we heard the cursing of one
who caught whime of these happenings
Written By:Munter Schlub
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-A harsh, discordant mixture of sounds
were the backdrop of this scence
it caused the persons in love
to move to a more suitible location
those who were in attendence to this spoke of the two
using frowns and smiles in jesture
one cursed them with words
that caused them to see those
who were around them
knowing where he was he
knew where they should be
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Written By:
The-Exquisite Smiling Person
Adagio's by
As I lay in sleep's sweet caress,
she places a kiss on my lips.
And as her moist lips gently press;
I feel a movement in her hips.
With a playful tug, her bra slips;
as smiles instantly fill the room.
And as our sweat mingles and drips,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
Her soft, gentle hands massage me,
while I rise to the occasion.
And opening my eyes, I see
that my bride needs no persuasion.
Factoring in love's equation,
we weave wishes upon Hope's loom.
And on this joyous occasion,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
Dawn's light colors the morning sky,
as the songbirds begin to sing.
And passion morphs into a sigh,
for she makes me feel like a king.
Her eyes shine like her diamond ring,
and she smells like roses in bloom.
And while wrestling with sheets that cling,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
My hopes and dreams fledge, taking wing,
fueled by her sexy perfume.
And marking the first day of Spring,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.