Long Waxwing Poems
Long Waxwing Poems. Below are the most popular long Waxwing by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Waxwing poems by poem length and keyword.
Mr. Carrot, the talking morning alarm clock making waking up fun.
His loud chimes would shake the ground and woods and wake up the church nuns.
A small pleasure starting with sun-shine and under the ground holding none,
forgetting it's at the farm thinking it's one sweet potato that won.
Black eyed peas eyed Mr. Wigley, curious and asked, "Who you looking at?"
Cedar waxwing with its chest puffed out in heaps, sweet musical and fat
sings a tale of a cat who wiggled its tail;his heart swelled rat a tat tat
on swooning blueberries and cherries under glimmering awning.
Mr. Wigley leans on the sexy pears, tips his hat at sounds playing.
Asparagus, spinach, broccoli, red, green and yellow peppers yell,
"Buy me please!" as he went by. Tomatoes, green beans, and has beens also fell
in line, with the beets, cabbage beat to join in; we'll bring a southern belle
to her knees in a carousel taste delight in a potluck meal spell.
An ultimate decision was made. Mr. Wigley mused deep and hard,
listening to all their prepared flavored tales in the summer farm yard
in hope of just reward, savors an inspirational luscious art.
I will definitely be remaking this again for my sweetheart.
12/16/2017
We went to the top of a mountain…up a mountain road we wound our way
because we know it’s the perfect place to watch the sun set on the day.
We never tire of watching a sunset…for each one is unique
The sky is ever-changing as the sun and clouds play hide-and-seek.
There is something soothing…mesmerizing…watching another day go to bed…as colors stretch across the sky in shades of yellow, orange and red.
I guess you could say, as far as sunsets, Deborah and I are fans…but this evening as we stood atop the mountain the sun and clouds had other plans.
This evening’s sun was bashful…she seemed a lttle shy…choosing to hide behind the clouds as they spread across the sky.
But we were not upset…on a mountain top…surrounded by the trees..
for even a sunset with no sun…is a beautiful sight to see.
With no sunset to watch…our eyes found so many other sights to see…
For instance…a group of little birds as they landed in a nearby tree.
They were a little distance away but we noticed how the tree they landed in shook…
so I ran to the car, got our binoculars…so we could get a closer look
There on the mountaintop…unable to watch the sunset we adore…
we saw, instead, a group of birds we had never seen before.
A google search led us to cedar waxwings…and I admit we were both stunned
because the cedar waxwing has the same colors of our bashful setting sun.
The little orange atop its head looked kind of like a veil…
The red showed up on the tip of its wings…they yellow on its tail.
To top it off…we were serenaded by this previously, to us, unseen bird
with one of the softest sweetest birdsongs we have ever heard.
Yes, we came to the mountain to watch a sunset…
but when that sunset was obscured….
we were blessed…
oh how we were blessed
to find our sunset in a bird.
Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes,
Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes...
Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs;
One never gets hurt, yet, as though bathing in feather-falls...
Inner warmth and outer chill; frozen nights and melting days,
Costume changing nature's tentative transfiguring ways...
Surprise-filled advent of friends, like whimsical rain-drizzles,
Snow bunting, geese, waxwing, grosbeak and owls play in mizzles...
Midst shorter days and longer nights, indoor games go endless,
Though trees and plants stop growing, vegetables fill countless...
Flocks of migratory birds flying like floral designs,
Snow foxes and hares fashion-parading in rare sun-shines...
Each scene of winter is, indeed, like heavenly wonder,
Missing these might be the most monstrous of human blunder...!
12 January 2022
Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Damp leafs random toss by autumn gust,
hue stain bold foliage unfurls,
brown, golden amber, red-orange curls,
into town or country setting thrust
Thin laid ice chill air must plummet,
taut azure sky wing creatures flourish,
palm warbler, barred owl, cedar waxwing perish,
orchard fall strain on moss clad branch summit
Stout heart trudge on rust decay meander,
pockmark mud stone surface brittle,
black cloud grain spice wind counts for little,
to pale mute green paddock’s wry candour
Daylight glow cold shoulders summer tint,
tan quartz beach once boisterous ghost town silent,
August lakeshore swarm a breed less vibrant,
weathervane gloom monger’s doleful hint
Beaver moon plunge or peak as lunar auspice,
outcrop toiler’s eggplant harvest purple struck,
breezy whoop of yield beneath the groundswell pluck,
amid a sullen grey November hospice
I am cool water,
You are a lily, upon ...
I move around and about -
Sustain you, cradle you.
Drink of me ...
And bloom!
You are blossom, soft,
To my supple branching ...
You are fragrance and beauty,
Giggling in the breeze.
Hold tight to me ...
And abound!
I am a mistral, aloft,
You, the waxwing dancing -
Unseen and unknowable, yet ...
I am care and constant.
Press your wings upon me ...
And soar!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select 5, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.