Perch Poems

winged raptor's high perch 
moonlit field carefully scanned
flight triggers panic...Read More

Thunder echoes across purple bruised skies
          lightning ignites and droplets vaporize.
               And a deluge descends to claim...Read More

Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres 
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake

There, where nesting birds await safely perch,
While conceal sweet are their audible waft.
Cool breeze twine spider's web and bees...Read More

ROCHELLE  ANNE
Ernilando l. Tugaff
                              
R…ochelle Anne, like everyone else
 ...Read More

Cockatiels are jungle birds where the air
is thick and humid and lime green 
tree snakes slink along languid branches 

like sinuous vines, and russet orangutangs 
swing with hairy spider arms and legs.
Yet these caged cockatiels know nothing 

of the jungle,...Read More

‘The buck stops right here’ he reflects cowering in the wheat field

Near the stream drenched in cascades that had been so gentle

Bull’s eye straight from the arrow of time presiding over the perch

Night vision in place his hands tremble in...Read More

“Old Chas. has had his chips they say;
his days are nearly numbered now.”
So Harry told us in the pub,
and then he said “Somehow,
I think, we should go and see him,
before he falls off the perch,
‘cause if we don’t then very...Read More

The flop and flurry
of woozy wings
tromps over hedgerows.
Claws scrabble
feathers flounce.

Here a rowdy cackle
in a coddled coo,
there a hullabaloo
in a ruffled flutter.
Birdsongs pumps up,
balloon into chattering tunes.

Another teaming tussle,
another musical lurch
as sleepy birds
roll off
their nocturnal perch.



...Read More

I eat to live
I drink to live
I'm in merry making for mind healthy

here
the flowing river
the floating unseen winds
the tranquil chirping of magpies
the blooming mango flowers
the spring fresh leaves
the elopement of bee with butterfly
the flapping wings of grasshoppers
the lazy sitting of...Read More

Three blocks away a church bell from my parish always calls
Pleading for my soul as the statues of Mary hang within the church's walls
I visualize the sculptured faces and count the clapper’s swings
I almost hear my name in the rhythm...Read More

Dissolution Nativities 

Without words or yet willing thoughts?  
Ponder and jostle duel pensive sought

A focus of ease to realize the search  
The writing in mind grasps the sky from a perch

Forward the passed from resumed after crawls ...Read More

This may have been posted two or three years ago.  If so, please forgive.

Desert Walk

I long to take a desert walk,
Where stunning violet shadows stalk,
And high-flying eagles circle my way,
Curious about what I will say..

Silhouetted in a streak of...Read More

Fairy Dance 

Where yet forbear spider hides, fairy chides 
Shall dare taunt and tiptoe on spider's web 
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides 
Slack-lining steps along until the ebb 

Shall dare taunt and tiptoe on spider's web 
From fairest...Read More

Grandpa took his gun
Out to the field
And I watched as he aimed at the birds
And I asked my father "why?"
And he said "They peck the peaches, they raze the raspberries, they plunder the plums"
And I think, where I a magpie
Instead...Read More

As the Ghost of Gasperella watched from his perch 
He was drenched from his pants to his shirt
But before the gridiron battle ended and the Knights still had the mission to be defended,
In the bowl game that was dealing with...Read More

The twig bears the blossom 
The pale leaves of spring unfurl in splendor
A soft blanket covers the land
Forest and fields wake 
As a gentle wind blows in the heat of summer
Tall grass stands perched on the dry ground
Birds sing in...Read More

An Observation
By: Tom
4-9-2006

The morning was chilled,
and the sun played peek-a-boo through the clouds.

A Cardinal chirped a song from atop it’s perch on a tomato cage, 
signaling to me that all was well at that moment,
Which was all I’ve been promised.

That...Read More

and then i was made whole
by Michael R. Burch

... and then i was made whole,
but not a thing entire,
glued to a perch
in a gilded church,
strung through with a silver wire...

singing a little of this and of that,
warbling higher and higher:
a...Read More

A seagull kept vigil on top of the church
Defiantly braving the threatening sky.
Transfixed and alone, on the sanctified perch
As gargoyles looked on with malevolent eye.

Defiantly braving the threatening sky
His feathers assailed by the blustery gale,
As gargoyles looked on with malevolent...Read More

I did a dodgy job of mending
The backyard gate.
Mellow memories still feel like gaping gallows,
They perch like birds do on the fence
And eat all the seasoned grapes.
I thought reminiscing
About tort predecisions
Was an act that had distanced itself
From my street.
But those...Read More

As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they shall run hard for their meal,
always hungry is the Arlagh.
Come then forth, to meet your...Read More

Cockatiels are jungle birds where the air
is thick and humid and lime green 
tree snakes slink along languid branches 

like sinuous vines, and russet orangutangs 
swing with hairy spider arms and legs.
Yet these caged cockatiels know nothing 

of the jungle,...Read More

In the trees, 
  high up catching every breeze
small twigs, dry grass, and leaves form the large drey,
  with stuffing from some cushioned chair pretended to be hay;
atop the forked trunks of mighty oaks
  a perch of...Read More

Survival Of The Fittest
By: Miracle Man
11-22-2019
The sun plays peek a boo through a mottled sky,
And a Red Hawk circles in it’s lofty search.
Espying no movement in the grass from on high,
It returns from aloft to it’s dead tree perch.

Most times...Read More

A silvery-black crescent,
upon a black canvas
and this is a moment,
fern and moss don’t abandon.

Nature’s night magic
producing illusion;
it is not dreamscape,
hallucination or delusion.

There are things unseen,
in night’s liquid realm;
feathers well-preened,
soon to perch upon helm.

Herein lay wisdom,
gained from insight;
eyes in ascension,
guard on...Read More