Ospreys Poems | Examples

The Lighthouse at Night

The lighthouse sits upon the desolate island shore
Slowly dilapidating as its pieces fall to the ocean floor 
Seagulls and ospreys have made it their coastal home
As it sits unsafe in a place most would never dare to roam

Once it’s nighttime its prism lights are rumored to turn on
Even though the original light bulbs are all broken and gone 
Sometimes the lights can be seen at the hotel across the bay
Many guests have reported seeing it light up the open seaway

There is a legend that the lighthouse is cursed and a haunted place
Those who have ventured to visit have disappeared without a trace
Many say that on quiet nights when the moon is full and bright
A young widow can be seen pacing and crying in the lighthouse at night

It is rumored that a young bride is waiting for the return of his ship
That was lost at sea with its captain, who never returned from his trip
There are nights when the wind may carry her sounds of despair
The haunted lighthouse remains a mystery and many fear to go there

harbor snow

I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.

Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically

A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.

Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.

Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
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Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Hypnosis Theme (feat. Marina Quaisse) by Wax Tailor

Avon by the Sea

I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."

He continued raving 
On how I was misbehaving 
Said my job was not worth saving 
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea

I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be

There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.

But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea

I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.

I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.

I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.

Bar Harbor

Bar Harbor 

Bah Habah is how they say it in Maine.
The cool summer breezes wash over the town.
Sailboats ride at rest waiting patiently at their moorings.
Lobstah fishermen load their traps, hoping for a prize haul.
Ospreys and seals vie for the best fish.
Acadia National Park beckons bikers and hikers.
Icy waters from the Labrador Current will chill the body,
The view from Cadillac Mountain will thrill the soul.
Tourists feast on the fresh sea harvest, followed by Indian pudding.
Ahh, Bah Habah in the summah!!!

Cosmic Consequence

Seeing spirals of Andromeda's dish
flinging itself towards the Milky Way;
many billion stars stuck in divine drama.
Through Gaia Observatory's scope eyes -
seems like two Ospreys warring in the skies.
Yet yields colossal change, spun at light speeds.

Seeing clearly our own old origins,
for mortals, this is how it all begins.
Knowing the truth may relieve one's worry,
hear earth's dynamic galactic story.
We're such specks, one of trillions;
in its vastness, aren't many minions.

Seeing one's self on our globe, universe;
always has had deep meaning for humans.
These billions of spheres shall surely collide,
the laws of physics cannot be denied.
Orbiting at an edge of our disk's swirl,
this galaxy's end will likely unfurl.

More Comorants

I
At Patuxent Refuge
Maryland's Fish & Wildlife Center
CASH LAKE boasted a few
Comorants
And more Ospreys

II
Across the Komani-Queenstown Route
We have our South African waterways
A string of tiny lakes and pools
Here Coots and Comorants coexist
In an otherwise tree-less place

III
On my walk to church, I spied three
On the only tree near the water
Less than seven meters tall
Bedecked with more fowl than I saw
At first, only the three at highest
My heart leaped as I spied them all
Three times three plus one:
Ten Comorants with Commandments

Autumn's Goodbye

Upon amber aura autumn’s passions fly
In prairies, valleys, mountains up high
As golden, yellow, crimson winds sigh
Swirling, whirling, drifting merrily by,

Flaunting red tinges of sugar maple dye
On sepia hills where tangerine leaves vie
For lovers’ sights glued to purple sky
As shuddering barren trees utter a cry,

Carpeting wet forest-lands in foliage dry
Where motifs of multi-colored hues lie
Amid hoots of owls, yelps of foxes sly
As ospreys sing and squirrels nimbly pry,

When moonlit desires sparkle in your eye
Glancing a solitary star sneaking to spy
As your cheeks turn auburn, blush, and shy
Greeting love-vibes in autumn’s goodbye.

January 7, 2020
Placed 1st: Monorhyme poetry contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Placed 3rd: Strand select 9 by Brian Strand

Collision In Ornithology

Birds are in conflict with man's technology
It's an epic collision for ornithology
To these noble creatures we owe an apology

We hear bird language, we hear their song
Marveling at the music, we mimic along
Birds on earth are four hundred billion strong

A Bluejay's body smashed into asphalt
Pigeons begging on streets, humbling assault

Starlings trapped in stadiums await release
Jet engines regularly suck in our Geese

Falcons make nests up on skyscrapers
Atop utility poles Ospreys become nest makers

A Goldfinch quite naturally flies
Crashes my window and sadly dies

Shotgun pellets fly wildly at Quail
Our bond with nature could likely fail

For sixty million years birds show integrity
Now we witness avian declining prosperity
Humans need to think and do what's right
Find the balance so birds stay in flight

Natures Fisher

Over the loch they glide in pairs, one thing on their mind food, hungry fledgling await the lochs delicacies,  sun gleams on the calm water, as the cool breeze creates ripples, two pair of Ospreys dip and dive, eyes set ready to pounce at the right time, then without notice one swoops, claws skimming the surface, unsuccessful, empty handed this time, like all fishermen these will not give up, life or death depends on their success, they are so graceful as they glide from one end of the loch to the other, one swoops again then another, both rise from the surface of the loch both with a catch, plucked from the water as easy as a musician plucking the strings of a harp, a tasty meal at last, trout for lunch, back later for dinner, the beauty of nature in glorious flight, exceptional birds.

master fish catcher

           glide swoop miss retry got it

                                     trout beware ospreys 

6/29/2018
haibun poetry contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot

Dreaming On a Life-Raft

Dream on a raft

A balsam raft, with a mast and a Latin sail, I built for amusement on summer days on the inner sea, 
but I found myself too far from shore, daydreaming is dangerous, 
I had forgotten the dark undercurrent. 
The shore is hazy; tomorrow it will have gone it’s just me and the blue outer-sea where fog banks are forgotten memories. I and the raft will end up on a blue painted plaster sea, in an empty bottle of rum that sits on a mantelpiece collecting dust particles.   
Till someone lifts it up to blow cigar smoke down its open neck; I’ll be invisible in the scented fog bank. 
When the mist clears I shall be gone, the smoker, astonished, will ask: 
“What happened to the raft and the man in the bottle? Fearful throw his cigar into the hearth, sell his scrap metal business, buy a dingy, leave his wife, set sail for the outer sea, 
where the fly-fish fly like ospreys across the blue sea, he just might find; whatever he’s looking for 
it ain`t here

Kindly Inclining

(In the 17th century, when thinkers
were first getting to grips with gravity,
they named it "kindly inclining".)

Seeds adrift on water 
coalesce: 
fueled by affinity, 
they form a community. 

Last pearls of wine 
combine: 
electing against space, 
they cling to the curve of the glass. 

Berries stain the fingers 
that rupture them, 
their plasma clasping the hand, 
rather than leave unthanked. 

We scraps of matter 
are emboli, 
swimming in Not-Being. 
An impulse in the void 
coagulates our Something. 

Swathes of stellar gas contorting, 
slab on slab of basalt pressing, 
horses on the hill cavorting, 
algae in the swell fluorescing, 
ospreys on a rock face nestling, 
children tumbling and wrestling, 
matter moves to matter. 

We are starstuff all, 
and motion is our purpose. 
We are aided on our journey 
by the steady pull 
of starlight.

Land of the Palms

Florida

To live on sand where brown pelicans glide
And blue heron spear fish in shallow marsh
To watch egrets harvest insects that hide
in long hot summers that are sometimes harsh
Eyes of alligators pierce water's surface
and rattlesnakes lay silently in wait
This land of movement has a softer grace
and a natural beauty so innate 
To stroll its white beaches, to feel a cool breeze
To sit under palms and watch ospreys fish
and see gold sunsets as life moves with ease 
The time of the day you will never miss


  Seeds from Queen Palms hang like grapes
  And warmer wind blow across vast landscapes

12/28/16

Natures Nest

How beautiful the sounds, sights of nature

In the distance alarm call of a cuckoo,

beautiful sound of summer Tanager

Blackbirds hopping around getting in a stew,

Acrobatics of swallows, swifts, Martins,

Crows of the carrion, rooks, jackdaws, Raven

Cooing of turtle doves and wood pigeons,  

Chittering robin, eyes closed what heaven,

Finches so sweet, green, bull, haw, gold and more

Speedy blue, great, coal, willow and marsh ****,

nature is such a pleasure never a chore ,

Seeing these wonderful birds thrills two bits

Serenity while watching our game bird

Pheasant, partridge, grouse, geese and mallard duck

Graceful swans glide, sights and sounds must be heard

Wading birds sifting for food through silt and muck,

birds of prey, kestrel, sparrow hawk, Peregrine

Eagles, buzzards, goshawk, ospreys skilful hunters

Larks hovering, lap wings, owls, magpies so pristine,

Sea birds, waders, hunters, lovely colours,

These moments of relaxation, undisturbed

listening, watching our beautiful wild birds.

To the Beach

Sky so unmarred this torrid day,
That, to the beach, let’s make our way!

To the beach, to the beach,
Where we’ll watch sea oats sway
And glad toddlers at play,
Where we’ll hear ospreys screech,
Lying clear of tide’s reach
Cooled in sea breeze all day—

Yes, off to the beach,
	Where, your bikini you’ll flaunt
	As, on waves, sunbeams glitter
While sand castles rise
	And we cavort in chill surf:
	Oh, the beach beckons today.



October 20, 2016
Three Style II Poetry Contest/
Laura Loo

Back Creek Sounds

Back Creek Sounds 
Rhythmic wave crescendos, 
Like dynamic static of radios, 
Tinkling and gurgling noises, 
As liquid over rocks poises, 
Ospreys shriek at laughing gulls, 
Slapping water on slicing hulls, 
Burping diesels add staccatos, 
Winds strum mast-stay legatos, 
Sails fill or flap by whispered pressure, 
Bouys gong in the background with hauture, 
As my toes on the sand go crunch, 
Shouts my stomach, “Seafood for lunch”.

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