E-Haw, E-Haw, the peacocks cry
With plumes much bluer than the sky
They strut around as proud as punch
Waiting for Melvin to bring their lunch!
Categories:
peacocks, animal, fun, happy,
Form: Rhyme
Peacocks are poets
Whimsical wiry walking
Eyes ever talking
Feathers floating words
Colorful as ever heard
Categories:
peacocks, animal, appreciation, art, bird,
Form: Tanka
I saw peacock feathers stuck in fences when I was a child.
The farm next to my grandparents raised peacocks.
They were the prettiest colors of purple and gold.
I wanted to run over there and grab some up.
My mother thought it would be rude, so we didn’t.
My grandparents used to go to Mexico every year.
They brought back tiny paintings with black backgrounds.
There were peacocks made from red, blue and yellow feathers.
They were pretty, but did not compare to the real deal.
The real peacocks made the meanest noises.
I was much older when I realized all the colorful ones are male.
The female is plain brown, so she can easily hide with eggs.
How ridiculous! I thought. All of those beauties are males!
How sad for the females. But God has a plan I am sure.
It would not have been my plan, but it seems to work.
I have a fascination for peacocks that borders on ridiculous.
I have peacock curtains, peacock pillows, and I paint peacocks.
Maybe if my mother had let us collect some of those feathers
I could have been normal, but I am obsessive about them.
I adore everything about them – the colorful ones.
Categories:
peacocks, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Terra Firma
David J Walker
I
How big a place must Eden be
Its borders unknown
Its politics not on display
Its laws kept by passing clouds
Each from the lips of whispered scripture
The peacock's song can be heard
Under the canopy of a transplanted forest
Of oak and birch where the
Cock will remain as long as the
Hen is secured
The world need not be a bigger place
than this
II
What lies beyond the secured borders
Is a matter of speculation
The anticipation of more will drive
The curious mind mad with the
Scent of an unknown difference
Until it is named
III
Only madmen claim dominion
Over air and ground and sea that
Transcends life
The comings and goings of ideals
That means nothing to the mountains
As humans evaluate the usefulness
Of claims and how to prosper
IV
You may know me by location
I am from (Insert the name here)
As if there is a distinction on this
Small blue planet whirling
like a Dervish on
The unknown path through eternity
If this is a sojourn then we will
Meet and rest with others
who will know us
As terra firma
Categories:
peacocks, allegory, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
No china cups, satins, silks or linen.
Nothing extra, no gifts that have been given.
The walls in the same solid blah colors.
Something chosen for a dull head brother.
Give me my couches stacks high and low.
With comfy blankets and neon lights that glow.
Give me paints and stand back in awe.
As I paint my murals with crows that caw.
Peacocks here. Dragons there. Sharp colors everywhere.
Stand back Plebeians as I sandblast the stairs.
I have ideas and I do not mean just a few.
This masterpiece will not be complete ‘til I’m 92.
Categories:
peacocks, art, home,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Peacock Bird Colorful by Pixabay.
Peacocks Patterned Purpose
Oft they climb in greens and blues,
Ere fan their fringed spring timed hues,
Spread quills to reach their meant souls,
E'er sought plumes to win mates' views.
2020 March 09
*1st Place*
Let the Pens Flow - Jueju
~~Jenish Somadas: Judged 2020 April 02
Categories:
peacocks, bird, muse,
Form: Jueju
Preening trains of iridescent blues and greens spread to full boast
Exquisite eye markings with blue, red and gold jewels foremost.
Adored by man, lots were made pets over thousands of years spread.
Corruption creeps need only take trains that are annually shed.
Only males are true Peacocks, females are called Peahens and they
Choose mates based on color and eyes displayed in male fans surveyed.
King of skies, their size makes them one of the largest flying birds.
Strikingly stunning, these birds are amazing visual stirs.
Categories:
peacocks, appreciation, beautiful, bird, color,
Form: Acrostic
In a land that flows with milk and honey,
the wind moans with foolish silly punny.
The mountains countless caves blaze with blithe light;
trees of Ténéré quiver that tower in height.
The sound of trickling water, yield boasting
ground canvas color and peacocks strutting.
Dragons, Dragonflies, and dwarf Huffle-winks
old folklore, they could care less what one thinks.
Small, magical winged beings that breathe in
playfully flitter vanish in a blink.
Dragons roar with crackling fire of thunder
huge and fierce in all their mystic wonder,
fluoresce scales an in brilliant livery;
benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
Leap into the air, their leathery wings
stretching to catch the air above like kings.
Huffle-winks stand with shields and sharpen swords
and cocky grins, guards in the House of Lords.
In a land that milk and honey cascades
and heavens shine and summer never fades.
5/21/2018
Poetry Contest: Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
peacocks, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Couplet
Porcelain peacocks strut in starlit shower,
drifting as clouds on an emerald lawn.
Black Narcissus spindles in oxblood flower
in teeming beds before the coming dawn
of floating white as night would then be gone,
its smoky quills of porcupines receding
to a memory as effervescing
rays of morning glow would begin, preceding
butter sun with cumulus as dressing
in an azure sky and daylight's blessing.
Categories:
peacocks, bird, flower, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Quintain (English)
Last night I dreamt I heard my peacock companions
Crying in the night, so lost and terrified they sounded.
That is my life. I'm lost, and terrified. Nine years ago
At the request of my uncle the prime minister
I was sent away to America to be educated privately
And fitted to the position by the constitution of my
Country Solomon Islands I was to inherit, and become
Head of government. I was 8 when I moved.
It is kinda weird to have an entire country depending
On you to good and protect them I'm only 16 and
I already have my life planned for me in such a way I
Can not alter it. I'm not a prince but I have duties to
My people and my country as if I were one. This has
Been a strange life for me so far, really.
Categories:
peacocks, immigration,
Form: Free verse
The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse to snubs or quailing
Moves closer on the weathered railing.
Both immersed in trailing thoughts
Mused on nigh, and what was naught.
The Pea fans its tail in public splendor
Cramped raptor prefers an opposing gender.
He clasps a plume of gleaming thread
To implant it on his own stark head.
On and on, a grueling day
Feathers plucked; cold work at play.
Peafowl’s once featured feathered shafts
Now forlornly bare and subject to draft.
The predacious bird, a cocky thief
Snidely at par, to a native chief.
Clips of sun reveal a shadowy bane
The unlikely pair cast as one and the same
Categories:
peacocks, animal, identity,
Form: Imagism
astounding layers of
ignorance
spreads in the green
land of bliss
i am an orphan
opening the wings of
compassion
blue peacocks dance
in the hope of
apocalyptical rain
Categories:
peacocks, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
pendant green leaves weep
branches bend toward the ground-
peacocks prance and preen
peahens understand
bright blue-feathers fan out-
winds whisper secrets
grey frog croaks loudly
willow canopy is home-
cottage red door opens
Categories:
peacocks, nature,
Form: Haiku