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Tiny
Little
Hummingbird, O how
You
With your
Emerald wings
Inspire the imagination
Set our minds free, And give us wings
As we flit and dart through pine scented sunshine
Gathering dreams, singing a new song
As troubles melt away
And the joy of living
Returns to us
With every
Heart
beat
A
New
World
Unfolds to
Embrace us
With love
And
Joy
One of those humid, hard-to-breathe summers
when flowers bloom across meadows and fields.
Fireflies glow at night to songs of hummers,
cicada; whose loud army never yields
Days at the beach, building castles of sand
Fishing trips to catch and cook our own feast
Time spent in the sun until we were tanned
Watching the golden orb rise in the East
Swinging on the porch, strong arms around me
Grateful for my blessings and wafts of breeze
Quite content with life, and sipping sweet tea
watching limbs sway in weeping willow trees
Whispered words spoken beneath starlit skies
Love like ours brings tears of joy to my eyes
I've learned about the Earth while I've watched it die,
while getting facts and figures as to how and just why.
And never understood why so many have lawns
not noticing the animals and trees are gone.
I'll vote for politicians if there's one I think is new,
but truthfully I haven't given him a job to do.
And now the food and clothing and a shelter built for two,
is steak and suits and mansions filled with hummers for a coo.
Our televisions tell us when something has gone wrong,
and not of people doing things to help to keep us strong.
I'm starting to get greener as my fears are getting worse.
The shame is that my bravery is coming in tears first.
Old Brass City
with massive gothic chuches,
abandoned rail-roads
and run-down factories...
we still glimpse into that bygone glory
which made your name so famous!
O Waterbury, no Christmas
can be compared to yours,
when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow
and everyone hummers a carol!
O Waterbury, those starry nights
are too surreal and make lovers fantasize!
Old Brass City,in ninenteen-forty-two
lads and gals were sent to war to fight the Cruel,
and mothers cried as their sons and daughters
left this once-happy-town of friendly and kind folks!
And despite all the sorrow and pain yet to be,
they proudly marched off to defeat the enemy!
O Waterbury, your monuments inspire hope,
and remind all of your past glory and leadership;
and the brave soldiers who sacrificed all...
became those heroes we've engraved into the soul!
Some returned, many died to seal their fate,
and their courage and valour put an end to all hate!
He came silently upon late fall's
Northerly air, chilled the mowed grass
Without even a slight care
Turned the season to white
Within a few hours
One long dark night
Jack Frost killed
Flowers
And ~
Bees
Suffered.
Blue birds gone
Hummers have flown
Butterflies unseen
Disappeared from the scene
Then came back again to play
Jack Frost stopped mourning dove's coo
A temperamental how you do
Written: December 12, 2020
Contest:Double Nonet
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Poetry form: double reversed nonet
Checked with syllable counter. net...90 total syllables
Checked with HMS also..Says okay
I see him Flutter over a rose, then darting to take another
Dinner is his first delight, not much tolorace for his brother
I see him watching from a distant bush, he stares in silent sweep
Then in his swiftest, driving flare, I hear his tiny peep
Could he be an impostor, a mighty hawk wrapped in his smallest disguise
I watch his feats of bravery, I can hardly believe my eyes
With daring determination, he stakes out the richest clam
Ready to take on all who dare, he guards his mini domaine
A bee battles to take his bloom while buzzing into his View But diving back hard, I can hear the thud, he takes back his tasty menu
A neighbor comes to steal his right, a breeze fuffle the ruby plume
But the Hummer rallies to resume the fight, protecting the flowering bloom
He must sit his nest in turn; for he leaves, then suddenly, he’s back
From morning till evening he shares his time, keeping his day on track
The morning is when I sit my chair, my attention in stone is cast
A rose in bloom and it’s rocking sway, much more than I can ask
The hummer is sure to make his flight, before the sun dries the dew
He appears as my optics rove, at high speed he flashes through
Another day of wonder and awe as I watch from my little home For all good thing must end in time and the Hummers will all be gone
I've learned about the Earth while I've watched it die,
while getting facts and figures as to how and just why.
And never understood why so many have lawns
not noticing the animals and trees are gone.
I'll vote for politicians if there's one I think is new,
but truthfully I haven't given him a job to do.
And now the food and clothing and a shelter built for two,
is steak and suits and mansions filled with hummers for a coo.
Our televisions tell us when something has gone wrong,
and not of people doing things to help to keep us strong.
I'm starting to get greener as my fears are getting worse.
Yet waiting for an ending makes me think that it's a curse.
My owner has a beautiful garden out back in my yard
I can’t wait to run out there to play and stand guard
My whiskers tickle with fresh air and morning dew
I watch songbirds fly around me and chirp as they do
I sneak over to the perennials and the catnip bunch
I chew and roll in it until I feel all giddy with a punch
I then relax on the garden swing, basking in the sun
And lick my lips as I watch the hummers, such fun
Now Bored, I run under the lilac trees ready to pounce
At the chipmunk eating seeds, I will make him flounce
I dart and chase him and he hides in the geranium plants
I give up and decide to check out the peonies and chase ants
My owner then calls out and wants me to go back in
My food is ready for me with pate’ from a gourmet tin
I joyfully skip to my food, relaxed and still feeling a high
I can’t wait to go back to the garden before the day goes by
"See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing
has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land."
Song of Songs 2:11-12
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All of nature is coming back to life,
baby birds squeak and flowers are blooming;
we have no more worries of winters knife,
the tulips and violets are bloomin'.
With gentle breezes the Lord sends his breath,
he smiles and his bright sun reaches our earth;
trees in hues where once they were bare as death,
a mother rabbit has just given birth.
Bees buzzing, robins, hummers' and blue skies,
the Lords has painted this earth with his brush;
slowly, dripping paint on the butterflies,
next he paints the flowers vibrant and lush.
Open the windows and go for a walk;
wander a path and find a pretty rock !
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February 24, 2021 - Reprint, April 20, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/The Lord's Breath
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1348-301-20 Reprint
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted into the contest,
Your Best Sonnet This Year so Far
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 04/23/2021
Third Place
The storm of the night was windy
Loud refrains of thunder with lightening
Willow shook with fright hair fell flimsy
Forsaken somehow by electrical power's might
So writing by faint oil lamp light
Thinking of the great who of yore
Read_wrote_under adversity
Strong people our ancestors who our genes bore
Touched in many ways by the storms presence
Oh! The coolness of the air's sweetness
Heavy overcast shading of sun's ray
Great start to delightful day
All plants refreshed ready
Their flowers a host to feed
Casting forth flower and pollen
For the bees, hummers to spread their seed