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The power of love
Our love is like
a river that flows...
strong currents
carry us away...
Life changes direction
as it goes,
regenerating our love,
everyday
Our love is like
a strong wind that blows,
soaring together
on the wings of love
Gusting through
the windmills,
our love grows...
energizing the
seagull and the dove
Chorus
I feel,
the power of love,
when you look at me...
a magnetic attraction,
draws you close to me.
I feel,
the power of love,
lying next to you...
a synergy of passion,
that burns forever
clean and true.
Our love is like
the blazing sun...
illuminating all of
our life's pathway,
Radiating heat
on everyone...
reflecting and collecting
each and everyday
Chorus
I feel,
the power of love,
when you look at me...
a magnetic attraction,
draws you close to me.
I feel,
the power of love,
lying next to you...
a synergy of passion,
that burns forever
clean and true.
Our love is a
consuming fire...
the flames warm us,
and keeps our love burning
We toss in coals,
with each passing glance,
stoking the embers that,
keeps us forever yearning
Chorus
I feel,
the power of love,
when you look at me...
a magnetic attraction,
draws you close to me.
I feel,
the power of love,
lying next to you...
a synergy of passion,
that burns forever
clean and true.
Chorus repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
January 26,2016
"Darren and Lisa by the sea"
One fine day such whispers called to go to the sea
Darren and Lisa were set with cookies and tea
All was well along the shore
hearing tides and their roar
there wasn't anything they couldn't foresee
Hold the thought as a seagull stops by their side
He flew from high above with such force and stride
Their snacks were gone in a flash
taken was Darren's stash
Lisa replies "next time its the countryside"
SkyWatcher - 05-09-17
note
ok all you Limerick experts
you can be honest and true
this was my attempt at the Limerick
this entry is three out of three
I've only practiced this twice privately
I somehow now had the courage to post
I have seen so many floating around in this format
have a wonderful day
thank you
I saw him posing on his perch
While exploring Blackpool merch.
"The Snack Thief" is how he's locally known
Wide eyed, plump and holding his own.
He loves chips, ice cream cones and bread...
So keep an eye out over head!
He'll hover, then suddenly down he'll swoop
To gather up a hearty scoop.
Or he'll seem to dawdle by your side
But snatch your snack when you watch the tide.
He's very intelligent and with it sneaky.
But he is endearing, cute and cheeky.
Its advisable for tourists to feast inside
Where naughty seagulls don't reside.
Steven Seagull now lives with me
So he can't cause chaos near the sea!
I am known as a sky rat, or a beach thief,
most call me a seagull and a nuisance.
I love to fly across the ocean freely, soaring with
my wings spread while darting into the water.
I see a photographer, maybe I will be featured,
instead I go unnoticed as whales are surfacing.
My eyes are keen as I search for crustaceans.
Feeling bored I decide to move onto the beach.
I tease humans with my little show and dance,
always winning a few scraps for my troubles.
No one knows my struggles to exist with my flock,
we squabble, fight and bully for food until bloodshed.
Crabs are our delicacy, it’s like finding the jackpot.
I will win you over with my beauty and charisma,
until you leave me with your lunch as you swim.
It then becomes all mine, except for the wrappers.
Yes, my reputation precedes me again!
7/09/2020
Contest: Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
A seagull ate my sandwich when I was sitting on the beach
My Mummy made and packed them so we could have one each
My brother’s was a cheese one, ham and mayonnaise for me
We were looking forward to our tasty lunchtime by the sea.
I sat down on the sandy beach, my brother sat close by
He pointed to a seagull flying slowly in the sky
Daddy opened up the picnic bag and perched it on a rock
I noticed that the seagull had become a little flock.
“It’s lunchtime now”, my Daddy said and went to fetch my treat
I smiled my biggest, hungriest smile as I prepared to eat
But before he even reached the bag I saw the seagull swoop
It grabbed my precious sandwich and went on to loop the loop.
A seagull ate my sandwich when I was sitting on the sand
It pinched the packet from our bag and shared it with a hungry band
Of seagulls, who ate every bit
And I could only sit and watch and cry in deep dismay
As Daddy and my brother tried to shoo them all away.
They ran around and waved their arms, they really did their best
As some other greedy seagulls came in behind to pinch the rest.
I cried because I thought that I would not be fed
But we all went to a café and had fish and chips instead.
Plow horse neighing with the bending of clay
,, humble hands silently giving thanks to the rain.
Petals flashing, bumble-flyers kneading nests
till death do they part or when fate slashes the breast.
School 79 unchained this child from the grind
as an ice cream truck jingled with sundial time.
Bronzed dreams caressing an iced tea beach
sandcastle paying alms to the heart of a breeze.
Seagull screaming above the bluebonnet seas.
Sailboats playing tag with a ribbon of cloud
salt spray licking away at the soul of the bow
maple leaves flashing as the sunflower bows.
Fall arrives on the tip of a buckeye knife
an icy breeze slickens the path of a kite.
The hollows are glazed in orange and black
dreams are placed in mason jar caskets.
The artisan sprinkles the forest with gems
death hangs so untamed and magnificent.
A snowflake pauses in the dream of an evergreen
indigo songs descend into the fog rather hauntingly.
Winter freezes the trees to their bitter mint roots
a cardinal bleeds into harmony, always on cue.
Dear brother, could this be the scented spirit of you?
The fifth season proclaims no beginning nor ending
a worthy soul's fate is a return to the heavens.
Mr. Seagull,
Have you seen Mr. and Mrs. Crow?
Oh my, I'm worried about them,
Where did they go?
The Ravens' answer,
"They didn’t say, we don't know.
Eviction dispelled them far away,
and with nothing to eat.
Nowhere to sleep,
and the last of the flock left for skid row.
Like the Byrd family, scattered.
They flew out of formation,
F.Y.I. they're beat, Broken.
In search of a new underpass.
A new city, such a pity.
Meandering, and struggling in tow.
To find shade in this scorching August heat.
Forced to move on and hide their pride.
Trying to begin once again,
A new start, an old low."
Oh... I'm Evelyn the seagull
eating rubbish, squawking down the sea.
Oh... I'm invisible and a detested bird flying around.
Not admired by anyone, but privileged I feel flying next to the ocean I love.
Oh....unforgettable mornings with my "mews",
my lovely or hated music to be listened to.
Up and down, just flying above sometimes,
but miserable when you push me down.
Oh... I'm a hated bird all the time.
I'm just feel loved when you meet me next to the coast.
Oh.... then I know what it means to be loved.
The only time you say: "I'm happy to see the seagulls because we are home". Then, I feel that I was born
for a reason.
See the snapping of love,
I think he's angry at the metal glove.
He finds it hard to see the queen,
Overshadowed by the ornamental screen.
Who is that stinging near the pen?
I think she'd like to eat the Plzen.
She is but a little woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.
Steady arms wide just like an eagle,
Love needs no flight, it flows like the seagull.
She's not alone she brings a bird,
a pet bee, and lots of cowherds.
The bee likes to chase a girlfriend,
Especially one that's in the carrick bend.
The love shudders at the scary flower
He wants to leave but she wants the meteor shower.
6/13/19
written by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The things I have to put up with because of you humans
How would you like it if you didn't get cleaned, every day I would be fuming
Do you think I get a day off, think again I must put my foot down
I must remind you of all the stuff I have the pleasure of stepping on when I stroll the town
When I get soaking wet could you please put me somewhere to dry
Next time you kick something on the street, think of my pain, I want to cry
It would be nice if you would shine me up when I start to get dull
Especially if I have become the target of a seagull
When I become old and tired I know you will dispose of me
Please show me some respect and allow me to retire with dignity
Speaking as a representative of my fellow shoes
Life would get a lot tougher if we got up and walked away, then what would you do