Peahens Poems

Nature's Tapestry

A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.

Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.

Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.

Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance. 

Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.

little Brown

plain peahens step aside as the peacocks strut into the barnyard
they do a little mating dance, preening, showing off, being male
if I had those beautiful feathers, I would be jazzier than any of them!
The other peahens laugh at little brown, the youngest peahen.
We all talked like that at one time, an older peahen told her.
I used to beg father sky for some pretty feathers, but I did not get them.
Little Brown was not dissuaded,
she thought they had not tried hard enough.

In Regal Blue

in regal blue
amid blooming eyes
plumed iridescence
peahens gather
in a harem

train rattling
in search of a mate
colored quills
she spreads her feathers 
choice made

What Is Wrong With Him

Percy the pink male peacock was the talk of the town.
The female peahens surrounded him in their golden brown.
They tried to get his attention, but he was not interested at all.
What is wrong with this peacock? They asked. He has so much gall!
His girlfriend was in Portland, his wives were in Seattle and Tennessee.
He simply did not have enough energy to take on one more sweet lady.

Arrogant Peacock and Hid Peahen

He was the top of the mark.
Puffed up and proud.
Nothing was as beautiful.
He strutted so loud.

We peahens were askance
At his arrogant dance.
He made us all sick
As he made his pick.

The peahen that was chosen
Was the one who said she’d never go.
We all heard her giggling.
She is such a ho.

Wildlife Day

Be it a tiny butterfly flutters near wild flowers
Or big fat flying foxes hanging off the lofty trees
Be it a family of bulbuls relishing showers
Or a mischievous monkey devours fruits, smiling with glee

Be it a single purple heron awaiting the dawn
Or the nonchalant coots floating in the tranquil pool
Be it a herd of deer inhabits the engrossing lawn
Or the picturesque peahens thrash out to frame novel rules

Migrant birds' air trails while enduring perilous journey
Gymnastics of endemic egrets in the evening sky
Wonderful wild flowers glisten amidst the shrubs ferny
And the serene water birds in lake, the feast for the eyes

Intermingled with animals out there in forest wild
Every little birds and mammals make our earth revive

Mar -03-2022

Parading Plumage

Pretty peacocks parade puffy plumage,
painted peach, pink, purple...
Patterns preview picturesque poses,
pleasing peahens' passion.
Peacocks' plumage presents protection,
potential predators pass promptly.

Shy To Spy

The day had started to die 
At the sea, I thought no one to see 
Very embarrassed, I felt in my eye

Dark glasses I wore to slide my ashamed paces
While I goggled at them for hours
Why I made no tours, they questioned 

Unto me I said, no one sees me
But I detected the ladies concerned
Proud like peahens, they moved away

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Moral of the Proud Peacock

I shall fan you out with my feathered tail
Strutting and preening 
Pointedly marching my peacock toes
You will be amazed and faint at my feet
For I am a male, and this is what peahens do
You will be overcome with my glorious plumage
My gorgeous blue and green feathers with pops of gold
My beauty will astound you, and break you down
You will melt like a snow cone at my feet.

The plain brown peahen rolled her eyes.
She was astounded by his modesty of course.
And by his pompous arrogance.
She could live the rest of her life without this in her life.
She walked off, never to return to this barnyard.
Where there was only one peacock.
Who lived the rest of his life not understanding why she had left.
Not realizing how annoying and vain he was.
Moral of the story: You do not have to say every thought in your head

Strutting Peacock

peacock struts among ruffled gold marigolds
preening his gorgeous aqua feathers tinged with cobalt
the plain brown peahens flutter about, hoping to catch his attention
the farmer smiles

Southern Belles

Yes  peahens they were if you asked me
Parading around looking for men
Husband seekers actually
Ruffled frilly dresses
Seeking out the rich
Georgia’s finest
Southern Belles
Prissy
Charm

Peacocks

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.

Shadowy God

Death valley lies in heart
Lifeless rivers claims urbanity, everywhere 
Tired clouds, touch less, in the far 
A sky touchy way meets another, 
Peahens' beds sound shocked written slogan!

Dark words take a secret glance
Shakuny's eyes make my life a strange goal  
I, omnipresent god of shadow go nowhere
Think my shadowy face dearest one.

Willows Trees and Peacocks

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

Plumage

Peacocks always strut about
In all their cobalt splendor;
While peahens, on the other hand,
Get ripped off for their gender.

Many birds do follow suit – 
The males get all the frills;
While females’ feathers, drab and brown,
Don’t offer many thrills.

As humans go, the opposite
Is usually the case;
For sparkling jewels and colors bright
The female does embrace.

Except in New York City, where
We’ve set the species back,
Since most stylish New York women
Like to keep their plumage black!


Ilene Bauer

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