Short Bird On The Wing Poems

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I've always been good with a sling
And can hit a bird on the wing
But Dave hit a giant
Who was not complaint
And for that, they made him a king?

© Rico Leffanta  

Buzz! said the bee on
the bloom; Hoot! said the owl in
the tree; Chirp! said the
bird on the wing; Thank you, God!
I witnessed all these grand things.

© Albert Ahearn  

The King is Dead

The sword of a King

Like a bird on the wing

As the light of dawn

Is here then it's gone

The power that's wielded

Is used then it's yielded

With no justice around

Till a new King is crowned

© Randy Freie  

Two For February

TWO FOR FEBRUARY

i’m crossing fingers
mild february thus far
blue skies    atlas smiles

blue bird on the wing
color against winter’s nap
harbinger of spring

Dave Austin

*inspired by “Chinook” – forgot the author

© Daver Austin  

A lily in the pond
A mountain beyond;
A blue sky in spring
A bird on the wing.
The rippling call
Of a waterfall;
A soft spring rain
A robin's refrain.
Fields full of flowers
Spending long hours
With arms around you
Speak words not a few.
Such little things
To remember for years;
The songs we sing
Memories with tears.

© Elizabeth Wesley  

Warm is the day
this lake my own.
Flowers lean and sway
this shore my throne.

Clouds high drifting
a satisfying sight.
Mornings blush shifting
a true delight.

Noon’s high sun
a bird on the wing.
Mid day silently done
a most pleasant thing.

Long shadows grow
The sun lost to my sight.
Daytime has let go
time to say goodnight.

© Peter Fifield  

Peace

PEACE: A sunset,
PEACE: The waving grain,
PEACE: Blowing clouds,
PEACE: A gentle rain.

PEACE: A chirping cricket,
PEACE: A bird on the wing,
PEACE: The lofty mountain peak,
PEACE: A flowing stream.

PEACE: A giant redwood,
PEACE: The falling snow,
PEACE: The Babe born in Bethlehm,
Oh so long ago.

                     Cile Beer

written l976

© Marycile Beer  

Love’s Wheel

Nothing could compare to how you make me feel
Would that in this envelope were
My body, my heart and soul
In the distance I see your face and hold your hand

I hope-
I know you understand after a while
I see you don’t back down
You have taken a stand despite

Three choices given on love’s wheel

To help the blind to see
More time on the fruited plains,
And a bird on the wing,

That was me

© Marian Baker  

My Eyes Can Still Dance

I'd like to feel free,
As a bird on the wing.
Join a choir and gustily sing.
Read an exciting book,
Without being disturbed.
I could talk to myself,
Without being overheard.
Sit out in the garden,
On an old garden swing
Swinging up high,
As a bird on the wing,
Free as a bird,
That's how I would like to be,
Young and unencumbered,
Not ancient like me.
I am old now,
Have I lost my chance?
Certainly not, My EYES CAN
STILL DANCE?

© Shirley Hawkins  

Summer Day

To the beach, the sand , the waves
A summer day with no sense of hurry
Feet in the surf and the cry of the gull
Appreciating a day without worry...

Beyond the blue horizon such mystery
Known to the soaring bird on the wing
With a boat and dream I'd sail away
To look for the answers to many a thing.....

Just one day, in a book of singular days
A memory now, that day at the shore
But the essence of  wind and the wave
With me now, asking for nothing more....


6/11/13

© Barbara Gorelick  

My Eyes Can Still Dance

I'd like to feel free,
As a bird on the wing.
Join a choir and gustily sing.
Read an exciting book,
Without being disturbed.
I could talk to myself,
Without being overheard.
Sit out in the garden,
On an old garden swing
Swinging up high,
As a bird on the wing,
Free as a bird,
That's how I would like to be,
Young and unencumbered,
Not ancient like me.
I am old now,
Have I lost my chance?
Certainly not, MY EYES CAN STILL DANCE?





Previously submitted January 2022

© Shirley Hawkins