Give me a chance to live this life.
I do not wish to leave in pain.
The love I felt my master blessed,
Is much beyond my species’ gain.
I do not wish to feel once more--
That which the Lord had designed for me.
As my plumes hang loosely low,
I hold in reserve the sweetness of Thee.
Feverish pain, you sent through him.
A scalded heart beats as fast.
Was I careless to watch him out?
Disdain and terror of predators last.
What is blind to the eyes of the world--
Is what my master will be going through.
The same amount of extreme pain---
a catastrophic future loneliness would brew.
Dearest Lord, let me but once
return to my master once more.
You hold the power of a love that lasts,
Bring him the solace, his soul has in store.
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Sun Plumes
Wispy sun plumes
sweeps gloom away -
dawn grooms rainbows
she writes, deletes, writes
he skims and scans rainbow lines
love flies with blue plumes
*3rd Place* in the following Premiere Contest (judged on Dec. 23, 2020)
Dec 21, 2020
Hi-Ku(3) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
Bloody Bird
Everything till that moment
was a long dream...
That the bird sang to me,
flew to me,
that its breath crossed my nostrils,
A long awaited
much loved dream
In which its multi-coloured Plumes
Moved around my lips...
suddenly a cloud creeps
Into the skies of its vein..
It was June , I remember
A fiendish sleepy cloud
That could never shower
On its own, mercy...
Where have all the rainbows gone?
I had counted more than hundred
where has the bird gone?
There was a promise in its eyes...
One thing I saw for sure...
Its beak was red with my blood...
Radhika sanoj
Soft golden brown, so plain to see,
A solitary honeybee
Busy buzzing from bloom to bloom
No more bees though plenty of room.
Fireflies seem fewer anymore
Where thousands glowed in days of yore.
Passenger pigeons once filled skies
But ladies’ plumes brought their demise.
Stars still twinkle but seem less bright;
Driven dimmer by city light.
More children are alone at night
As deadbeat fathers take to flight.
Farms pass to graders and backhoes.
Concrete canyons grow row on row.
Thus is paid the price of progress:
We may have more by having less.
pionus parrot
feathers unfolding in mist...
tropical flower
7/12/2019
haiku - hue Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Eyecatcher watch the showery inky sky
Focus eyes saw a thousand stars go by.
They sang paradise tweet songs in the tree
While going up on all branches to see
The stars bringing down gems from heaven,
Many earthworms, borne their wish given.
The distinction might be the world they gave,
like beautiful flowers sprawled on a grave.
With names, we have steadfast on our breath,
They live and taste the sacrament of death.
Leave careless eyes to roam for possession,
Their striking lament attracts attention.
Other birds join in the hunting fellowship,
Pecking at wood and dirt with the coarse lip.
Each one near, with distance barely apart,
Not close enough to break the other’s, heart.
Eyecatcher, among the pleasant pheasant,
Covered in a brilliant colored garment.
From plumage to yellow crest tip red.
Their distinctive scarlet breast in beauty fed,
Dark shoulders, feathers, and striking long tail,
It's upper back, apocalypse green and pale.
Eyecatcher, elegance in picturesque scene
Oriental plumes, a tropical paradise dream.
Her Heart A Flower, Wondrous Its Plumes
Her heart a flower, wondrous its plumes
my lust an ancient fire.
Her sweet voice, relief from many dooms,
for such love, I did conspire.
Through long summer and sky's heated reign
my ardor burned all the more.
So much so, my honor I did stain
walking through that darkest door.
Treasure came, O' at what evil cost
shame of desires, heart so fears.
I found bitter price of all I lost
her early death, streams my tears.
Her heart a flower, wondrous its plumes
my lust an ancient fire.
Her sweet voice, relief from many dooms,
for such love, I did conspire.
R.J. Lindley,
July 19th, 1979
Syllables Per Line: 9 7 9 7 0 9 7 9 7 0 9 7 9 7 0 9 7 9 7
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 103
ripples on white-drizzled sea clip birds' plumes like quivered goose bumps
For Contest
Karma Claims the Plumes
It came easy to him…
the knowledge
the learning
Counting was such fun
Seemed he always won
Boastful and proud
Peacocking around
Until the day
he met with “chance”
Luck no longer
his fair maiden
Wages tossed
on fickle cards
held in karma’s hand
Counting lost its count…
knowledge groaned
learning moaned
Fate’s ugly toss
Plucked his plumes
Alone he now sits
in his tiny room
All Rights Reserved by Debra Squyres 3/13/13
Written for Member Contest
Counting hours like chickens
waiting to get fried
until my last pressures get
properly denied
by that amnestic ruckus
compelling my stride.
My revelry extracts your
most suspicious eye
while I collect brains like I'm
Professor Magpie
instructing the planet on
how it ought to fly.
You wafted off on that cloud
propelling my pride
until I cried at that thick
storm brewing outside
lamenting that lonely gust
when our essence died.
Plumes of smoke rise up
From dead wood, a red hot fire
Decayed leaves, Autumn
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