conscientiousness~
smoothing those ruffled feathers,
small mindful actions,
quiet care unfolding like
light warming a cool morning
ruffled marigolds
grace the side of a building
where it once was dark
uplifting the neighborhood
thanks to a twelve-year-old girl
As feathers ruffle,
they show toughness where they stand.
Tough Old Birds don’t fly,
Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine,
Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine
Let it fall out on the floor and in church too
Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo
Make her look silly in front of thousands I say
Take away her fun, sabotage her in every way
If she takes a step, let her trip on her ugly tongue
Do not let her make friends or have any fun
Slickety Slackety shuffled sure enough complete
Take away her taste buds to taste anything sweet
Give her cheeks a headache, make her front teeth crazy
Let her be known as a witch who is nothing but lazy
A warm breeze rustles through the leaves
as flowers bloom this summer day.
'round wind ruffled petals it weaves.
Windswept, the weeping willows sway,
and songbirds nest in branches high
as flowers bloom this summer day.
Drizzling showers rain from the sky
in little puddles on the ground,
and songbirds nest in branches high.
When the sun appears, they’ll be found
bathing and preening without fears
in little puddles on the ground.
Their twitters, music to my ears
while the zephyr is blowing free,
bathing and preening without fears.
Such antics are soothing to me.
A warm breeze rustles through the leaves
while the zephyr is blowing free.
'round wind ruffled petals it weaves.
May 20, 2023
Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gina McIntosh
Ruffled woodpecker in her orange and pink dress
Hopping up and down, drilling on a cookie press.
Dancing to her own melody, a jackhammer’s song.
I see and I smile, glad I meandered along.
Crimson coats
Truth laces on the sleeves
Layered pinks
Weary wants within
A chink in the sky
Chapels clarify
Words that smelled green
Promises pristine
Doting on the dark dew
Musk settles anew
Unruled pages
Ruled roads
Caveats mistaken
Heart carrying the heaviest load.
The path forsaken
The path forgiven
Some of us aren’t meant to be tamed
Come, this is the way.
Ebony inks the emptiness of space,
highlighting the stars that adorn the night.
And as Luna rises to take Her place
day's shifting shadows morph into twilight:
as the moon and sun attempt to embrace.
Dusk dons a sequined, ethereal shawl,
as distant stars twinkle in the darkness.
And the sound of a chirping cricket's call,
breaks the silence imposed by dusk's starkness:
its lone serenade; heralding nightfall.
Shadows surrender their shape to the night;
like rippling ribbons ruffled by the moon.
And playing hide and seek with Luna's light;
they get haphazardly scattered and strewn,
stretching and shrinking in and out of sight.
Dawn's first light pierces the night's ebon heart,
thrusting through its impenetrable shield.
And fragmented silhouettes fall apart
as darkness capitulates, forced to yield
to the sun, as a new day gets its start.
I didn’t ask for help.
Yet someone heard
my inward crying voice
without a word.
“When the student is ready
a teacher will appear”
somehow it seems these teachers
pop up everywhere.
Their words were subtle
pointed darts
that caused me endless
fits, and starts.
There was no Hallelujah Chorus
no heraldry of trumpets din
just a presence in my life
every now and then.
I never asked for help
yet somehow they saw my need
and placed within my heart
an ever growing seed.
They cut the bindings loose
freed me from my tethers
drifted slowly through my life
without ruffling my feathers.
©8/10/2018
for New Rhyming Poems On Angels Poetry Contest
I envy a cool and calm person,
Unruffled by all of life's stress,
Who takes things in stride and never will hide
From impediments to her success.
It's hard to be that type of being,
So centered and quiet and calm,
Who will watch things unfold and will never lose hold,
Owning neither a worry nor qualm.
Of course, I am far from that person
Who rolls with the punches, serene.
I get flummoxed so fast that you might be aghast
By my feathers, too ruffled to preen.
ruffled leaves
in the early hours
bewildered hen
12/12/16
1st place
"Nature" Themed
hosted by M. Talbot
wind crashes through me
trampling everything around—
I crumble. I lied.
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the youtube video is not mine, (song from Rivermaya) but yeah, voices out my thoughts regarding certain things, sorry though, I am lazy to translate...
Maraming salamat!
Inside a warm hold
Ruffled feathers
Avoid the worst
Of any weather
Deep in the boughs
And out of sight
A sparrow passes
This stormy night
curved ruffled beauty
softness pale in morning's light
pink flushed with dew
(June 2nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
ruffled parrots bloom
wind brushes soft fringed feathers
july clips their pink wings
(June 2nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
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