A child of six
seeing the mother bird take to wing,
unobserved, took the egg out of its nest.
I did not expect it of this frail thing,
she crushed the egg against her Sunday best.
Family polemics:
Her mother, seeing this abominable act,
beat the child and made it clear
that the reason she was smacked
was because of the egg smear.
Scrambled ethics:
How can this child learn compassion
if discipline is based on material things?
Had her mother placed life above fashion
this tiny egg may have developed wings.
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
Eight snakes spake by the daybreak eight meals a day keep the dumpoes at bay, and for the night so brings that southern calm a balmy summer night filled with wronged souls so speak witch and which serpent coilt that thronging moron, that so strums the windchime in a befuddling hurdle, if the Hurly Burly's done then we have lost not and won.
In time an arms length away
I flew into the bird cage
Seeking a nest, following the others
As we connected and made it homely
The bars changed into windows
And doors
Then a place where we were all happy, together
Now, after two years of friendships, new and old
The cage-turned-community, near-sighted
Closed its eyes and turning away from the inevitable
Then the day hit 25
Everyone, dressed up
Dancing our hearts away
Turning blind eyes to the looming warmth of hottest season
Then the lights turned on
And the music stopped
Our hearts stopped too
Our eyes losing their lids, forced to witness the end
Our hearts, reminiscing
One by one, each bird left the nest, heavy-hearted
All unready, some with resignation, some with acceptance, to migrate so soon
Some flapping off together in search of new things
Others flying off to new nests
Even some soaring off alone
Leaving the hollowed nest
For the next generation to find and transform
So even if we meet new birds and find a new nest
We will never forget Our Nest
golden dawn spans bright
larks soar up high with sweet songs~
spirit of the air
larks fly in high skies
yet build their nests on low grounds~
lesson of meekness.
Line of inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” Unseeking Seeker
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Purity is dissolution complete
subsequent to passing every octave
spirit within spirit resting blissed sweet
peaceable compassion but concoctive
Through life's craving roses or fearful thorns
empathy, forgiveness remain a must
to tread challenging course blithe or forlorn
fortitude points luminary bow just
Above us arc stretches calling our name
irrepressibly chaste serene its zest
sorrows, anxiety, goals mere mind games
transcendent patient is Beloved’s nest
Reverent spirit willing with reason
travels curve in own orchestral season ~
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May ‘26
Gray dove lands in tree.
She weaves her grass in her nest.
She spins her own fate.
Oak tree stands tall
Roots grip the stones
Sky it has known
Sun shines above
Shade brings relief
To men in grief
On firm branches
Birds build their nest
At dusk to rest
Storms it has faced
Winds rush and roar
It withstands more
Emblem of strength
It endures gales
Amidst the vales
Silent it waits
Seasons will turn
Lessons we learn
Twigs clutch like fingers~
no sky, just darkness.
Wings hum above me~
my small heartbeat thrums.
Trapped in this cradle,
I taste wind’s lost song.
Aunty Autumn shakes legs
pearl is last crumb of raisin bun
dragged by Anxious Ant into
dimming N.E.S.T
dimming N.E.S.T is pest
hungry ants biting sharp
buns are pearls for angry HUNGRY
amber vein imbeds clinging to tree T.R.U.N.K
the Homeless grow anxious
days are shorter nights will be I.C.Y
dawns are C.R.I.S.P
we pack away cotton shorts
packing is a chore I want no more
crisp is biscuits to feed quiet H U N G R Y
leaves fall thick and f
A
s
T
growing on p a u s e ~
RAIN will fall in torrents __________>>
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an
empty
nest falls down
blown by the wind
ghost
blue bird cozy nest
she loves her cozy snag home
so lovely cute house
swinging in autumnal wind
sweet neat night dear lovely bird
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Poor Wasp
Yesterday, after one o’clock, I travelled home
It was daytime. Lioness Line. From Harlesden
To Wembley Central. Saturday. Was short shift
Many people are on the overground. I'm just standing
Watching, panoramic window, flying landscape, city
Cityscape. Hmm. I love these moments. My life
Poor life. But I wouldn’t change my life for anyone
So rich. Insights. Emotions. Impressions. Matters
All of them mine. Hmm. Very special these moments
It’s good to be a free thinker. Amazing life. Independent
Hmm. Oh, I forgot something. The title. The poem title
Poor wasp tried to find the way. But it was a closed space
This wasp was desperately looking for a way out of the train
Oh, suffering being. Felt panic. 34.42 kilometers. Its distance
From Euston to Watford Junction. I hope this wasp arrived
Again
into the
hornet’s
nest
Dear wasp
My lifemate
I wish you
All the best
built a nest out of twin twigs
instead of a camp fire fire starter
laid eggs away from threats
instead of posing for bird watcher enthusiasts
brought home worms for babies' consumption
instead of baiting them for fished
flying against rural strong wind
instead of the resistance from urban polluted air
got printed on educational books
instead of having place in the world.
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