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Poem for Eula Davis
October 8, 2013 at 8:39am
POEM FOR EULA DAVIS
A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No one taught them
how to sing or gave them
the messages they so proudly bring.
Birds from near and far
joined in as if to say -
We will add our voices to remind you,
that we are cheerful and we sing for you.
We are aware-we are awake-
and we are awesome
chirping and singing our songs as
we bath in puddles of raindrops.
We remember the timing of the of the
golden and silver songsters.
Ruffling feathers coquettishly
as each song in the distance stirs
up fond memories of your existence.
The caw-caw, the peeps,and the chirps;
The caw -caw again and
the melodic harmony begins
Orchestrating the morning worship
in celebration of this life.
One songster descanted a high range
as he sang a louder pitch
Distinctly he told tales of ancestors
awaiting with welcoming smiles
.
The siren in the distance and the
overhead plane threatened the calm.
The plane resounded as thunder
above all the noise
the birds continued to sing.
I Listened as they go on to conclude
in exuberant delight.
Warblers warbling
Tweet- tweets deliberating
discussions many more chirps
peeps and tweets
During the morning meditation.
As the world passes by
I'd listen to the birds serenade-
I'd listen to the clucks-
and the cackles, I'd listened
to the throaty warbler-
as he resumes the lead song.
The other birds in turn join in again..
The world rejoices in their songs
all over the universe-
The rest of my day
could never be as great as
the moments in the morning when
I'd meditate and listen to the birds sing.
A loved one closed her eyes
and made her transition;
The chirking birds know-
That the only triumph over
death is to have lived a good life
.
So they continue to sing.
I'd sit and solemnly
listen to the message
that their chirping brings.
As I softly say goodbye.
We shall never forget Euna Davis
as long... As early in the morning
We be reminded in jubilant birdsong.
"To walk in nature is to witness a thousand miracles."
~ Mary Davis
A garden walk planted with trees,
Where blows the pleasant, balmy breeze,
It suits me for my evening walk,
Where Nature and I have a talk,
In cheerful tones, the birds tweet tweet,
Harking to them, I feel upbeat,
Colourful flowers peek at me,
And my heart overflows with glee,
I spy a little hummingbird,
Passionate emotions are stirred,
I recall it's a "good luck" sign,
And thank God for His grace divine,
Many butterflies flutter by,
Their painted wings captures my eye,
Daily with Nature, I've a tryst
In my blooming, breathtaking xyst.
28th April 2023
Contest: Writing challenge - Words with 'X'
Sponsor: Constance La France
"Come the Spring with all its splendor, all its birds and
all its blossoms, all its flowers and leaves and grasses."
Quote by William Wordsworth Longfellow
________________
In late March for Canada Spring will arrive,
fading Winter chills and sunshine days will glow;
and in the warmth early Spring flowers will thrive,
poking through the snow Crocus Snowdrops will grow;
and daffodils bulbs planned in Fall will revive . . .
Bright pansies will be whispering a hello,
at the bird feeder robins and swallows tweet;
chickadees, jays, warblers and swifts all sing upbeat . . .
_______________________
February 12, 2021
Poetry/Ottava Rima/Hello Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1328-026-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Spring
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 02/24/2021
Third Place
It's Only My Opinion
By Franklin Price
8/4/2019
It's only my opinion
Of what's happening today
Many don't think much about
What we do or what we say
Mass media has sped up life
Taken time to think away
We're inclined to have opinions
React too soon to have our say
No longer are we face to face
For a handshake and a talk
We post and tweet, maliciously
Walk the trouble-maker's walk.
Comment on most anything
Whether it be truth or not
Don't take time before we post
To further stir the pot
Most everyone has cable
The internet a further choice
If we find what we relate to
We have found a common voice
There's TV now for everything
For all the major views
The pressure's on for ratings
Each is spinning their own news
Easy now for us to see
If there are others on our side
Just google and we'll find them
And they'll take us for a ride
No longer can we hide from life
Pressured now to make a choice
Can find a million just like us
To have a common voice
If we're into violence
Or predjudice of race
It will not take much searching
To find ourselves a common place
These conditions are astounding
And encourage mindless rage
We need to work together
In turning to a better page
Can't let ourselves be sucked in
By the easiness to choose
An open mind will open doors
A closed mind only lose
A rose, in the hands of God, lays her fate
As Summer exhales its fury and dries its rain
Those are Nature creed, just obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of Poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed heart, God would disperse.
What of rarity, the words could not meet
Who dares, of humanity, delete a heartbeat!
Love and peace, a Poet's ever tweet
Wisdom from the Almighty God, a huge treat.
Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber,
civilization’s cure for loneliness,
the panacea for boredom.
If only, if only, “You’ve got male.”
would be an answer.
Ah, but no…
Tweet on, “Oh ship of state…”
this Union, this rudderless human joining…
Oh, to be a deer in the wood
the silent wood, the sea of green, the eye of calm
to hear naught but the patter of rain.
And, taste only the dewy mist
on the tip of pedal pink tongue.
To not have soiled the soul, flesh eater, destroyer
To be Un-manned…
To run and leap, doe-eyed, over fallen log…instead of fallen foe.
To rise a-dawning in the mist of a four-legged dream.
To be mounted by a loyal buck
and birth a quivering fawn.
Surely, all the monkey mind has to offer
can not compare to the innocence of the doe.
Shut the roaring static, kill the jabber walkie
resurrect me silent, furred and free
amongst the fiddleheads and moss
of the wildwood.
Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.
In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears
Smearing and splotching liquid gold, he gracefully moves
With sparkling splashes, the world becomes bright
The prompt and punctual rooster raises his raucous revelry.
Birds and beasts wake up from their slumberous sleep.
The feathered folks tweet and twitter in harmonious notes.
The verdant vales below send up a welcoming sign.
The leaves stay bright tipped with dainty droplets of dew.
Morn, the bashful, mousy maiden with modest grace,
Peeps and peeks through half drawn curtains in the East.
Removing all trace of a tarnished yesterday,
The day arrives making me smile in burgeoning bliss.
I was born with the privilege of wings and tweet
Soft feathered dreams and tree tops as seats
My face sun kissed my view mountain mist
The sound of swallows returning home coexist
I learnt how to fly with a single golden line
Stardust the sun leaves a good sign.
My house I build in trees where I sleep
Riding the tipsy wave of every sea
The places I go and the places I've seen
Nothing in life to come in between
I ignore the times I travel a lonesome path
Circling to catch a bite and a bath
The adventure to sore high in the sky
The moment my feet touch the earth I sigh
The greatest journey I truly ever know
Will be for beaks that I feed at loves nest
I bring home tit bits I really do my best
It’s time to fly again there’s no time to rest.
31.1.2021
The purpose of authority is to remain in authority, not to dispense justice. (Anonymous)
There are lofty careers such as chef or physician,
But none is so low as a politician.
We vote to send them to D.C. to represent us,
But once they take office they start to resent us,
And retaining the job is their only ambition.
We've a two-party system, supposedly better than one,
But they're constantly bickering and little gets done.
Each session is rife with innuendo, and slander,
And pure diatribe, and, of course, gerrymander,
But when they vote to raise their pay, they pull as one.
Republicans and Democrats by name,
Self-promotion and duplicity their game.
What a politician says is proving
He's lying if his lips are moving,
But we elect them, so we've just ourselves to blame.
Trump soon will start his reign again, but here's the thing,
This country needs a leader, not a king.
Kamala mightn't have been much better,
But would've tried harder if we'd let her,
And she wouldn't treat the job as just a fling.
Now Republicans are thrilled because they won,
But the uphill fight for them has just begun.
What they seem to disremember,
All power to them is not surrendered.
No matter what they may propose,
The Dems will stubbornly oppose,
And they'll find themselves back where they were…
Square one…
And both Houses work the hardest
When they're getting nothing done.
This country needs a captain
Who can steer the ship of state.
Let's hope that…somehow…Trump will beat the odds
And not continue second rate.
For the next four years, I guess,
We'll have to bide our time and wait
For him to tweet us just exactly where he stands,
And that the country's in the very best of hands.
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck ... trying to fill poetry Soup poets their wishes,
There’s Caren Krutsinger, who’s is going bonkers because School was cancelled and A phone is missing can’t tweet her friends.
Gregory Paul, Wants A Brother For Christmas, A Christmas Dreamso he is Searching For Santa.
Gershon Wolf, making a wish for First Golf Lesson and Magical Wands to Color this country crazy.
Line Gauthier, looks IN THE MIRROR thinking SANTA MAY BE LATE there is NO BEER THIS CHRISTMAS.
Regina Riddle, was upset last year because Santa thought she wanted a treadmill, a fitbit and all sorts of gym gear. Maybe this year she’ll be happy with the Longest Shirt and Leggings.
Ann Foster, made The List at Christmas , Clocks that Run, A Blanket from the Bin and Dorothy's Pancakes.
Chris Green, is Decking the halls Daydreaming about his Twilight beauty All Lazy and Fat. Meanwhile, back at the chicken coop.
Bobby May, promised he wouldn’t Smoke and Lies and wondering Where Does Santa Live.
Kim Rodrigues, wants all the writers to EXAMINE EACH WORD. She doesn’t want a DUMMY RING, and wants to be in the SPOTLIGHT in a NAKED NEIGHBORHOOD.
JAN ALLISON, is wanting some HOT LOVE when it’s time for bed sexyku and WAKING UP TO A SNOWY DAY.
11/24/2019