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Premium Member I Spy With My Little Eye

I spy with my little eye
a fawn stepping through timothy and clover
a thrush calling from flowering forsythia
a squirrel spiraling up the bark
a rabbit in the sweet grass
        over there

I spy with my little eye
a babbling brook carrying leaves of rust and gold
a kingfisher diving where the water bends
a breeze lifting geese in gliding flight
moonlight splitting the frozen needles of mountain pine

I spy with my little eye
a barefoot child caked in mud
a man curled where garbage gathers
a house with no walls, no roof, no door
a funeral with no one left to—

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I spy with my little eye—a deer running (fleeing)
        a child singing (or was that crying)
        a game (or a lie? or both? or—)

The game taught me to see—I am fluent now
I distinguish the fawn from the child by the weight 
of their need
I know muck from clover by what I can bear to turn from

The world spies with its little eye
It sees me seeing
It watches me separate beauty from beauty—
        call one "nature" and one "news"
        frame one, parchment the other
        love one, forget one
                in the eye's blink of mercy

The deer is running—running—I am calling it fleeing
The child is—I am making it lost—to what was

What do I call this—
        Selection? Curation?
        The formula of witness, the equation of complicity?

What do I call the distance between seeing and saying?

What do I call myself—
        Player? Spy? Judge?
        The one who closes his eyes and calls it visionary?
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Goethe's Path

The forest path meandered through the trees

ahead the silvery tinkling sound of water
there was also a murmuring drone of bees

slowly slithering away was a sleepy adder



Entering the pretty glade full of flowers

his senses lulled by the peacefulness
watching with joy the diving dippers

and a kingfisher preening its feathers



Onward through the leafy forest he strolled

over on the right there were many fissures
as breathing heavily he climbed up the wold

arriving at the huts of the wood dwellers



The high priest Druid Fire Dancer strode out

shouting welcome, come sit here by the fire 
there roasting over the fire pit were trout

people dancing to the sweet tunes of the lyre


written 06/30/2014

contest Goethe Stanza
Form: Verse

Premium Member A Riddle Dies Unsolved

A bird flies over a blue-green sphere,
but it doesn't measure a day or year - 

it may be ten thousand years ago, 
or perhaps, ten thousand years, hence -
the world glanced over by a crow
shows neither monument, wall, nor fence.

Sometimes, it soars, sometimes it flaps -
in the now, it knows no future or remains,
using eyes, not names on maps,
for it has no use for names.

Never, does it count up scores. 
It only flaps and soars.

But you're human, so I will appease,
using man's names for these things it sees: 

towering, fruit laden trees, 
over desert hares enjoying breeze,
as they feel it softly blow 
the date palms of Jericho.  

Leatherbacks in the ocean, that glide free,
but hatch upon the land...whereupon, 
they find their way back to the sea - 
the turtles of Marathon. 

Swimming to the river's song,
darting under an iceberg,
in a current, cold and strong, 
the brook trout of Gettysburg.  

Down below, a mountain steep 
in the prairie far below
graze those austere sheep, 
the bighorn of Ludlow. 

Over the scrub and brush
and flying by the sea,
it spies the singing mistle thrush,
and gulls of Gallipoli. 

Wildflowers bloom by trickling springs.
A mother bird patiently sits. 
So pleasantly she sings - 
a skylark in Auschwitz. 

Living a life that's solitaire, 
climbing on terrain that's rocky,
enjoying mountainous fresh air, 
the serow of Nagasaki. 

A kingfisher swoops down for a snack.
For a moment, he will not fly.
but will rest on the sturdy back
of a water buffalo in My Lai.  

Spreading out his broad wings, 
a seabird after a squall - 
to her little chicks, a perch. she brings,
a cormorant in Stonewall.

Gazing at the full moon, in profile,
a striking pose, quite noble, 
he mournfully howls all the while,
the grey wolf of Chernobyl.  

Building a den in the sand, 
the sweltering heat, to withstand, 
this skittish animal was a  
desert fox of Gaza. 

Yet, there was one creature, unseen. 
I wonder where its teeming masses went?
Was it unintelligent?
Was it unevolved?
Passenger pigeons or something mean - 
a riddle dies unsolved.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Green and Darmie

Gree, the green kingfisher was easily taken advantage of by his friends.
He had a heart of gold, and a caring attitude that never ends.
His friend Marmie was always asking him to do one favor or another.
One day they asked him to give a ride to their brother. 

Marmie was a mole, and pretty large, almost corpulent too. 
Gree did not know what to say or to do, his options were few.
He did not want to anger his friend Marmie, but he was afraid.
If he had a chubby mole on his back, he might dive bomb first grade.

He could fall to his death over the trees he called home.
He could be killed quickly, and die a horrible death all alone. 
But Gree was a people-pleaser, so he decided to take a risk.
He let the mole get on his back. They were off like a whisk.

Marmie’s brother named Darmie was hilarious and fun.
They had such a good time, they made another run.
They were soon flying all over these fast friends, these two.
They loved being with each other, sticking together like glue.

Premium Member The Descent of Light

The Descent of Light

Everything that passes through the body descends and rises again, unseen,
like a river born from stone, lost at last into the sea,
water comes down from sky to hills, from hills into the deep,
and along its way it carves the bank — a wound shaped like water;
I am the shore worn slowly by my own light,
all that I was returns to mist, gathered again toward the sky.

We are what was placed in our palms, what was taken from our sleep,
blessed be the hand that gives and the hand that takes away,
for everything that comes is a gift, its meaning hidden in flight,
carried out of sight, to renew the place where we stand,
always a threshold left open in the flesh of flowing time,
and in every beginning there's a seed of nameless light.

If our cruelty tears apart the riverbed and the beautiful field,
then I must grieve, must learn that through loss I possess
the earth I walk on, stand in, am made from;
the dark and the light will hold me like a possession,
I've been reborn from pain, to love the freshly split shore
where young cottonwoods take root, golden, in the wound.

The kingfisher builds his nest in a hole in the broken bank,
the green grows slowly under a song of embers, the world's end,
and what is there to do but imagine everything that still exists,
so it may light the mind's thought and the light of day,
raised like a beacon burning over the waters of forgetting,
the dark turns back to light in his blue wing.

He falls from the crumbling bank, gathering the air beneath his wings;
in love's labor the body forgets its own weight,
and becomes song — and once more, with love in mind, I return
to what must come to me, carried as by an endless song,
the way a dancer is carried by a song without end.
This grace is gravity, this longing is my weight,
everything that falls returns to light, and calls us toward the earth.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Funny Alphabets For Kids

FUNNY ALPHABETS FOR KIDS

               A to Z, each is an alphabet 
              Twenty six letters in the set

    Arits ate Apple, Almond, and Apricot
    Brown Bread, Butter, Biscuit Bought.
    Crate Contains Corn, Cucumber, Carrot, Coconut
    Dates, Dumpling, Drumsticks, Doughnut
    Elevator, Escalator Enabled Entry Exit Easy
    Fine Fancy Frock Fits Fantastic Fairy.
    Ground Growing Green Grass, Goat Grazing
    Haunted House Horrible, Hound Howling.
    Intelligent Investigator in Isolated Island
    Jovial Jockey, Jubilant Joker Jocund
    Kangaroo Knows Karate, Kite Kidnaps Kingfisher
    Leopard Lifting Left Leg, Loud Laughter
   Monkey Managed Molasses. Muffin, Melon
   Nursemaid Needed Nice Nankeen not Nylon
   Owl, Ostrich, Otter, Octopus, Oyster on Outing
   Parrot, Parakeet Picking Pellets, Peacock Pecking
   Quick, Quick ! Quiz Questionnaire query
   Rushing Rhino, Running Rabbit, Rodent Rat Rivalry
   Snake Scares Scorpion, Swan Sips Sour Soup
   Turtle Tastes Tortilla, Tiger Trains Turkey – Troop
   Unicorn Using Unusual Uniform, Urban Uncle Under Umbrella
   Violet Vase, Velvet Veil, Vegetable Van, Vacant Villa
   Wasp Waving Wings, While Wild Wolf Wanders
   Xerox, Xenon, Xylophone, X-Ray, X’mas
   Yellow Yolk, Yummy Yogurt, Yak Yawning
   Zero-Zillion; Zoo: Zany Zebra Zinging
                                                                        
,    101 in A Row Contest - 7
           by Poet Destroyer A
Form: Acrostic

The Well of Bluebird Eggs

"The Well of Bluebird Eggs" 

Treasure discovered 
at the bottom of 
The Well

Lost marbles 
become Bluebird eggs
the Ravens crack and collect

Jewels in their serious beaks
their furious flapping wings 
fly away like thieves opening new sentences

rapturous poetic recidivists
further upwards they journey 
into a cloudless clear avian sky 

The shells tossed like confetti
a marriage of blue investment 
colours a new sky breaking the yolk

Burnished sun of gold 
licks warmly the smile widening on
Kingfisher Blue 

reverent and unruffled 
overseeing the passion
from celestial view

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“Aladdin Sane”/Bowie
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refer "Title" 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aladdin_Sane

Before and After

The day before I met you, I was a half -moon, incomplete without you;
Now I am a full moon, complete with you
The day before I met you, I was a common star, not very bright;
Now I am a Sirius star, shining far brighter 
The day before I met you, I was a withered flower lost its charm;
Now I am a bloomed flower, looks beautiful 
The day before I met you, I was a aardvark, a timid and shy;
Now I am a lioness, roars with courage 
The day before I met you, I was a kingfisher, a solitary bird;
Now I am a swan, forming a pair with you
The day before I met you, my half heart was not there in me;
Now my whole heart is there in me
The day before I met you, something was missing that made me incomplete;
Now, only you make me complete
© Azure Aura  Create an image from this poem.

I Met My Superhero

Today I met my superhero.
My most favorite hero.
The superhero with Blue and Red dress.
He had a diamond on his heart.
Giant and wonderful he looked to my eyes.
As giant as a Dinosaur. 
 
 He was flying in the air,
Searching for anything wrong, anywhere.
Everywhere and everywhere.
From right to the left,
And from front to the rear.
He looked like a giant Kingfisher ,
Searching for the fish in the flowing river.

 
 While I was watching him flying.
Someone from behind tapped me on the back,
While I turned, I saw a tall and the strong man.
I was astonished to see, The Superman. 

Then he spoke to me like a brave man.
He asked me “Is everything fine?”
I replied him yes.
Then he took me for flying.
I was truly in enthusiasm.
But, finally I awoke from my sleep.
And realized that, it was a dream.

 And I found out that,
It's because I watched: The Superman
movie, yesterday.
But, what a wonderful dream it was!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member So Many Colorful Birds

If you want a treat, look up the most colorful birds
Ever made by God, and you will come up with the best.
Paradise tanager, red-bearded bee-eater, macaw. My word!
What a fantastic creature in and out of her glorious nest.

The kingfisher has an azure blue that is a most unique hue.
Rainbow lorikeet brings God’s promise to us. Hope alive too.
Violet crowned wood nymphs are a turquoise, matching the sea.
There are so many lovely birds, and not all in a tree.

The peacock has always been amazing to me.
The male, who has all the glorious colors that you see.
The female peacock is brown and dull, kind of plain.
So she can hide her chick’s nest in the barn, or in a storm drain.

No matter what bird color you love or admire.
Know that there are some birds out there the colors of fire.
I have not seen them all, for I have not traveled to some places.
But I admire God’s creatures on social media spaces.
Form: Rhyme

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