Long Roosted Poems

A handsome rooster with red-breasted feathers, soft and lustrous,
and a head covered with golden plumage,
was too unhappy to sing about his age,
so he embarked on a long journey, sadly departing from his friends.  


Thousands...

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Silver moonlight dappled the forbidden fruit of Eden’s boughs
even as songbirds roosted alongside the serpent’s beguiling tongue.
His whispers echoed angelic refrains, lulling the forgetful.
Agency is power; granted only to gods, and choice is choice above...

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On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner, 
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;

“In your eyes I see, the blue of...

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Tropical quadra plateau, Amazing bright sunny,
Glided waterfall Carrying happiness in their gunny.
Long nodding flower's joyously plumed,
Everbody waving happily, the herald bloomed.
Eureka, I love this heaven on earth!

Hazy perished hills, houses trenching at the outskirts,
Swaning over...

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In a lifeboat all alone at sea
the mariner stopped paddling
against the current stream
and waited for a sign
an island could be near.
He longed to see a coconut tree
or mountain, to break the monotony
of endless lines of...

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I encounter ebbs and flows, a peaceful solace sigh.
Wedged on the cusp of a cliff to endeavor a descry.
I'm heading somewhere to ascertain a fair minding.
Although I've ultimately arrived, I'm still screeching.

We will fit along...

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When I glanced out my window on this bleak December morn,
My eyes were drawn to the Ponderosa Pine standing so forlorn.
Gradually, as if decorated by God's own Artistic Hand,
'Twas soon bedecked with colorful ornaments so...

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12/5/20


Better choose quick
Just might lose if
You don't do it

Awesome or a nuisance
It either was or wasn't in the blueprints
Still a loner, or already shot by Cupid's
Arrow, underneath a sky that is moonlit

They spread lies, but...

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Ancient howling came back to Earth
  And before long more species followed
  Some contested against this unnatural birth
  But no one could deny it’s monetary worth
  Then after a little -...

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As morning arises and grogginess continues to overtake
The smell of something brewing suddenly helps one to awake
Stumbling Down the stairs with eyes sunk low
A Sweet aroma lets each subject know
That sips of glory are just...

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blue irds roosted on the top of the moon
Listening to the good witch as she gave a croon
Her two magical mystical familiars sitting still as bats
Which is not so unusual for these ebony cats

What is...

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When I was small
the starlings roosted one by one
on grandma’s party line wire
	(like jittery black clothespins)
to bandy their gossip back and forth
until the wire hummed
with their inanities.

By luck my slingshot found its mark.
One toppled from...

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so tell me then illustrious men
who've wandered far beyond the ken
Of we who strive with words and pen
to tell the world of  cock and hen
who roosted in the way back when
in lofts of thatch...

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Crawling through the dirt trying to get back to my perch, 
where I once sang so free and acted happily 
in the sunshine of my life things were really going well.

A fall from broken wings,...

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I wonder if the trees could talk
Would they tell about the breeze?
Would they talk about the sunshine?
Or of their many different leaves?

Would they talk about that woodpecker
That's roosted on their limb?
Or maybe device a brilliant...

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The pigeons and seagulls were having a fight.
(Reporters might call it the “Gray versus White.”)
Lined up on the railing, awaiting some food,
There seemed to be tension, an ominous mood.

Since in that location, for year after...

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A long time ago was a place of tranquillity;
The garden of Eden, where everything had harmony.

Peace filled the air with creatures great and small;
Even the plants and trees grew extremely tall.

There was a tree that...

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This is written by a 12 year old student. Please comment kindly. I am the teacher.

The sun comes out in the morning.
The moon comes out at night.
The roosters rise at dawn.
The wolves wake at dusk.
The...

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I went to the orchard to pick a pear.
I picked another so I’d have a pair.
But now their skins I’d have to pare.

One was all I had gone there for
but soon I had a basket...

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