Short Bird Of Paradise Poems
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~ flower also called "bird of paradise"...it looks like a crane in flight-~
Date written: 10/18/2020
Imagination only dreamt
In dark the starkness hid its flight
Until the tropic Phoenix went
Arrayed from daytime into night
debra treepickle has a vice
two whole pockets of mean field mice
confronted by us
one day on a bus
displays a bird of paradise.
Blooming with God’s wondrous creative zest
Bird of paradise shows triumphant glow
Exuding majesty to the fullest
While championing joy midst climate change-woe.
ALMOST ALIEN
(abba)
The Bird of Paradise plant that I saw
Spiky petals in a vivid orange shade
Only Nature could have displayed it
And so strange that none can ignore
Silent warblers perch as garden’s crooners
With crest-petalled wings flapping as banners
All day long they exude unfading light
That no woeful glooms conceal their brightness.
The eye of the storm was to blame, Eve thought.
Fruit, ripped from the twig, wicked to behold.
Orbit of Adam, not at all thoughtful.
Outside of paradise bird grows old.
Blue birds hide in the radiant orange flowers
protected from the long soft showers
Stems peek out from the shade of the large paddles of leaves
The Bird of Paradise is most brilliant flower I have ever perceived
I dreamed a bird-of paradise arose one starry night.
Beautifully plumed, it floated in mystical moon-light.
I drifted along with it, as delicate as fine lace,
extraordinarily content, unconstrained and graceful.
Creatures of whimsy floating, passion airing,
falling to Earth from God is the myth and prayer.
The male’s tails dance with intricate plumage details,
a quite ornate bird in the tropical forest with haunting wails.
Fantastic flower from plant Bird of Paradise!
Spectacular colours : vibrant brilliant bright.
on distinct shape : evocative of bird in flight
Exuberant ecstasy symbolising.
So, he came and dazzled you with his plume
And you simply succumbed to his grooming.
Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do?
This may very well be your undoing.
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A Bird-of-Paradise displays
and dances into naïve heart.
Its plumage dazzles, bright arrays—
a Bird-of-Paradise displays.
The spell seduces, now betrays;
desire and danger play their part.
A Bird-of-Paradise displays
and dances into naïve heart.
Tulips fronting daffodils
Azaleas in pots on windowsills
Rows of rainbow chrysanthemums
Mingle with orange geraniums
Bright pink peonies ready to pop
A bird of paradise sits on top
Still ~ Red roses always make my day
Arrange them in a sweet bouquet
strelitzias die -
shrunken birds of paradise
sag between green leaves
* It is now autumn in the Southern Hemisphere.
Strelitzia is a genus of five species of perennial plants, native to South Africa. A common name of the genus is bird of paradise flower.
Which flying bird shall I choose to be?
Would Bird of Paradise suit me?
Owl, falcon or hawk might be fun.
Bohemian waxwing is on the run.
Trumpeter Hornbill or Military Macaw?
King vulture or Jackdaw?
Flamingo with her peachy color?
I can’t decide. I’ll ask my mother.
On the breezes to sink and rise,
Flutters scented bird of paradise,
In the days of mauve butterflies,
They captivate all waiting eyes!
Bittersweet in fate, days go by,
Under the dreaming summer skies,
'Til evening finds beauty's prize,
Now dancing with the fireflies!
skies partly cloudy
rain sometimes, lightning, june’s sog….
bee balm’s blooms explode
old fashioned canas
called bird of paradise blooms….
lemon daylilies
fern laced fennel’s gold
begins to show towering highs….
oregano blooms
rain lilies’ blossoms
multiply from two days’ rain….
pink gladiolus dream
Don't watch my footsteps disappear
in search of ephemeral rocks to anchor
But wait with me to gather spirits
so I won't be afraid of Sunsets...
When orange melts away in darkness
Just stay with me until it's over
Caress my stranded fins with Dawn
Please do Not cry..I will be... Home...
copyright@iolandascripca2014
(author of "f Lava of My Soul")
An angel walks the earth
Where mortal sinners
Gave a nation birth
An angel of elaborate plume
Once called Bird of Paradise
Still unsurpassed in tune
Its plectrum plucks the lyre
With an unmatched grace
And such a boundless repertoire
As to flush Apollo's face
It unfurls into song anything it's heard
Meet the maestro angel, Australia's Lyrebird
17.03.26
When did it happen?
How did I not notice?
What distracted me?
Or have I been blind
Where did she go?
The awkward girl of yesterday
Where is that ungainly creature?
When did you become a woman?
Have I been blind all this time?
When did you bloom into woman hood?
When I looked away
You were an ugly duckling
When I looked back
A bird of paradise
When did you become so beautiful?
Form:
Paradise garden, green and lush. Berries a sharp red growing on a bush.
Translucent petals fall like the autumn leaves, golden with a dash of hazel.
Immense beauty beyond belief.
A flitted ray of yellow beams down so bright. Elegant, light standing tall, each petal a honey-suckled yellow. The bird of paradise standing tall, for all to see. Her beauty speaks to me. Singing in the morning hour.
~*~ Two Doves ~*~
Perched atop a bird of paradise tree
Two doves sing merrily
Recounting every flight
And every plight they have ever endured
Never looking back on their sorrows
Soaring new heights tomorrow
Caught up in a most extravagant breeze
Atop a million trees
Two doves cuddling in their nest of eternal harmony!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
July 2014
Especially for Kevin and Rita
The mighty tree leaning
Into the shore
Wind swept stark
Some limbs totally nude
In the silhouetted
Hours of the night
By soft full moonlight
Its black outline against Cobalt Blue
Water and land
The distinct shape appears
The shape of a Bird of Paradise
The plumage full almost see a twist
A twist of its head
As it looks at the moon
Its call is absent
Imagination at work
Can surely supply a simple call
In the tropics I have held temptation,
By its tail not to pluck beauty pieces,
Orchids in play with the coleus leaves,
Ever green bottle palms and ferns in relief;
Twined creepers as they toss in the moist breeze,
Provoke colorful beak birds to observe,
Natural life as it flowers freely;
Beckons all to the "Bird Of Paradise";
If only one could paint in color hues;
Could he play havoc with these wild beauties?