Loons on the water
Beautifully still
Sing like no other
Like nature's shrill
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
Dappled light shimmered from a golden moon,
and peered into a grove of bent willow trees.
Arched branches swayed in a gentle breeze,
as if shadow dancing to the song of a loon
as she warbled the lyrics of her mating tune.
July 15, 2022
Bite Size Poem No 49 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
My boyfriend acted like a loon
He and I wasn’t in tune
When I called it quits
He gave me the s
Then tells me he’s moving to the moon
What women stuff in their knickers
Would scare the Hell out of vicars
But girls must know
Win, Place, and Show
The Best of Blue Ribbon liquors
I woke up one late afternoon
My head did feel like a balloon
Outside on the grass
Was an awful mass
My friend was as drunk as a loon
Loon Who Would Love a Lark
When Trump sang we had to hark;
Raving mad who seemed so stark;
Angels said,
He wet bed;
Loony as a loon that loved a lark.
Jim Horn
Loon Who Would Love a Lark
When Trump sang we had to hark;
Raving mad who seemed so stark;
Angels said,
He wet bed;
Loony as a loon that loved a lark.
Jim Horn
The loon glides with grace
Its haunting call echoing across the lake
The sun about to set ~
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
I woke before sunrise
Beauty all around me
An overwhelming silence
I sat and took it in
Food for my soul
The loon called out
From the stillness of the lake
I knew I was at heaven’s gate
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SUNSETTING WHISPERS~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on March 9, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE B sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Harry was a yelp and a skip and laugh every day.
His clothes were red, and his voice a cackle.
He made the kids jump, and he made them play.
He was nuts, the grown ups said.
But I was a lad, and loved him better than my Uncle Mot.
He was hilarious, told jokes, and stories about hangings.
He made my day better, and he listened and he taught.
He was a loon, my mother told me.
So if he is a loon, this man who made me happy
This guy who made me smile and feel good, even great.
Then I want to be a loon too, a nut-bucket, a crazy.
Because he was the best, a guy truly first rate.
The Year of the Loon
Tis the Year of the Loon
One Who sings a different tune
Sits on His Throne of Gold
Telling Us Do as You are told
He rules by lies and hate for others
When we all should be Brothers
How can so many follow a fool
They take pleasure in others pain
We must stand up and Be what is right
Because if none do we will suffer
May this pass like night into day
Our lives and Others hang on this
Bring Us a real Human into Our midst
Love is Our Way out of these times
So We can be better and be happy
And shine a better World for Us all
THE FORLORN LOON
The sound of the forlorn loon
Came hauntingly across the bay
Shining near bright as day
In the sky was a huge white moon
When I approached the tiny creek
Where I knew the loon would be
I wondered why a creature such as he
Would be one I'd take time to seek
I felt as though the mournful sound
This bird continued to make
Caused my heart to begin to ache
It was as if he wanted to be found
I found this great bird tangled
In a massive group of reeds
I immediately saw to his needs
Since his body was becoming mangled
I freed him from the trap he was in
And watched as he flew away
Because I heard his forlorn sound that day
Though I never saw the loon again
21 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
lonely loon on lake
Looking calling for his mate
Moon beams crying too
Just learned about syllables in Haiku. Updated
Long before my daily ritual begins
Your call as distinctive as any sound on the lake
Beckons me with your unique overture
Each day like clockwork I see you there
Bobbing like a cork on the shimmering lake
On guard like a sentry at Buckingham palace
As I meander down the long rocky spit
We eye each other like boxers in a ring
One step past the mythical line you have created
And you will take flight to your safe haven
We are so much alike seeking our solitude
Drawing lines in the sand that shall not be crossed
For now we cautiously examine each other’s presence
Respectful of the boundaries we have set
One wrong move on my part and…
There will be a flapping of wings
Like a plane making its initial ascent
Soon you will be out of sight
Until tomorrow,
See you then my friend
Andreas Simic©
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