Into the mellow I fall gently gliding into green pastures
owling eyes watching behind birch, the sound of breaking pine
wild horses flying past the wind, a country of blushing skies
The quiet day arrives and feeds their mane some golden air
as the pillow soft burnish leaves crisp at my feet
turn me into a human landscape, by the gurgling lake
Into the mellow I go to dream my dreams by Autumns rake
hELLO wINTER, you debonnaire millionaire of white
cross not my path early , do not support November push
the pumpkins in the batch have barely had a chance
so wait, ...
hELLO eND, let me kiss your leaves of multi colored shades
before the tree comes shivering down the
winter lane...
All the white horses are running away towards the cave
where silence talks to them in riddles of breeze and haze
promise me lovely pre-winter teen, that tomorrow
you will awaken my bells to springtime come what may
I'll be just like the chestnut horses leaving the barn to revisit,
running through your golden fields once and thrice again.
Categories:
owling, appreciation, silence,
Form: Free verse
Not all the soldiers have returned home,
even the owling wind has a reason to weep;
Cynthia's legs start to shake, she had little sleep,
her dark hair is flapping, pain chills to the bone,
And this heart-torn mother hides her tear-drenched face
within her cold hands lamenting his loss and wit;
Robert left years ago to serve his country with grit,
wearing a boldface admired by all for its enduring grace.
" Son, you honored commitment and valor more than life,
and in giving it up for a nobel cause you earned your glory;
I wanted to embrace you and feel the same joy of your wife:
four arms hugging you making that moment last an eternity."
" Brenda couldn't come to greet you, she's expecting your baby
and she always wished he would have those gorgeous, cheerful eyes
and the charming smile of a caring dad who was called for duty;
we expected to hug a joyful son and husband, not to bear sad news."
Categories:
owling, courage, death, father, grief,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
E-arly
D-awn
I-solates
T-he
H-owling
W-ind
A-s
K-ind
E-nvironment's
F-ineness
I-s
E-ndorsing
L-ovely
D-ay
Topic: Birthday of Edith Wakefield (January 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
L-et Sunday weather warm
Y-our heart and your mind;
N-ew dawn has broken, twilight is left behind.
B-eacon March nineteenth
A-ims to bathe your soul;
R-aindrops from above
B-egin not to fall.
E-arly in the morning,
C-old chill passes by;
H-owling sound suddenly ceases,
O-ne vile wind waves goodbye.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
G-reet the new day,
E-arly in the morning,
R-eceive the Almighty's blessing.
I-t's now time to wake up,
C-oal clouds above fade into gray;
H-owling wind and rain stop,
E-ve goes away.
Topic: Birthday of Geriche S. Morenis (March 28)
Form: Acrostic Star Sevlin
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
A-fter twelve midnight,
Y-our birthday has come;
A-s the new year dawns,
H-owling wind turns calm.
C-oal clouds first January
A-re changing into white;
R-ed rays above Sunday
B-egin to shine the light.
O-utside the sky is pink,
N-o more haze and smoke;
E-arly laughter brings joy,
L-et me start a joke.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
R-ise of the sun early
I-n thirty-first December
C-omforts your heart and mind,
H-owling wind and chill are over.
E-vening shadows disappear, Friday night passes by;
L-et Saturday come out, to bring colors to the sky.
A-s you wake up from slumber,
N-ew morn has started the fun;
D-awn has just gladly shared
E-arly rise of the
S-un.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
E-arly morning glory
T-hrills you after the night;
H-owling wind is gone,
E-ventide turns into
L-ight.
A-n early morning glory
N-ever brings a cold chill;
G-reat dawn has broken,
U-nder the Almighty's will.
L-et April thirteenth Thursday cause comfort and glee;
O-pen your eyes to behold the early morning glory.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
L-ong and lonely evening
H-as turned into sunrise;
E-arly dawn has broken,
N-ight shadows pass from eyes.
I-nclement clime turns fine,
R-ain stops from falling;
I-n the open lanes above,
S-ky is clear and the wind isn't
H-owling.
M-orn in March twenty-nine
A-ims to take the dusk away;
B-ad weather has turned
I-nto a new warm sunny day.
L-ight shines everywhere,
O-ne twilight has faded;
G-ray clouds disappear, as the haze has just drifted.
E-very thing in this world
S-hall not last but will perish;
C-alled creatures as they are,
O-bliged to grow then vanish.
B-ut after men breathe their last,
A-nother death awaits all;
L-ake of fire is for the wicked, while heaven is for the faithful.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
M-arch nineteenth is fine,
A-fter the storm is over;
R-ainy night has already left,
H-owling wind turns better.
V-ile weather has just turned
I-nto a warm sunny day;
E-vening shadows disappear, as the dark dusk is gone away.
G-ray haze has just drifted,
A-nd mist does the same;
T-wilight is now melted
U-nder the bright
S-hining flame.
G-ood morning sun rises,
U-sing its power and energy;
E-very light it has emitted
V-alidates the love of the Almighty.
A-nother dawn has broken,
R-efreshing the heart and mind;
R-elease the pain and sorrow,
A-s you leave loneliness behind.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
H-aze and evening shadows
A-re nowhere to be found;
N-ight chill has been over;
N-ew dawn shines on the ground.
A-fter the cold rain stops falling, rested sun starts to rise;
H-owling wind has turned into a breeze gentle to your eyes.
L-earn to feel the warmth
O-f the wishes sent to you;
U-se your heart and mind to take you out of the blue.
B-orn on the eleventh month
E-arly twenty-seventh day;
R-ead the message I send,
N-o more rain neither gray.
A-llow me to greet you on this very special moment;
L-et me take this chance to speak not loud but silent.
Categories:
owling, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Oh it's midnight again,
i better turn off my light,
i better try to sleep tonight,
and for once stop being the owl.
if i had the world to me,
i shall keep alive the nights,
while the days i sleep very tight,
i shall become one perfect owl.
but the world is weird,
they wake up with the sun,
then they expect me to shine as well,
despite my constant owling at night,
the world wins all the time.
so i'm in bed and trying my best,
to fall asleep and join them snoring rest,
yet my thoughts just linger on,
and my eyes are open wide,
I simply can not put to sleep,
this wild crazy owl in me.
Categories:
owling, deep, night, sleep, today,
Form: ABC