Short Feathering Poems

Peacock
Beautiful Blue
Dancing Fanning  Feathering
Dainty, Pretty, Proud, Precious
Bird...

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Wes Wilson wore a toupee
which cost him a month's pay.
Then one night
it took flight
when spotted by a bird of prey....

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love slept
as
rainbows wept
weeping willows
pillows tear depths
feathering clefts
landing softly
love slept
?...

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tracing footprints feathering in the sand
as ocean's blue waves calmly float across the edge
while puffy white clouds full of  thunder and rain
slowly dance across the sky...

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Ribbon Dreams

A shrieking wind
tore the ribbon
from her bouquet
carried it  twisting
into the trees
a forgotten dream
clinging to branches
gathered by Robins
feathering a nest
of ribbon dreams


©3/24/2019

RIBBON Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier - sponsor...

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As I slip into your velvety sweetness...

I feel my life feathering into yours

...we are one in an instant

We can not be separated any more

You will pour out if I'm emptied

I will remain inside you

our essence has mingled



your razored love slides down my weakness...

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Warm
are days
every Spring
as flowers bloom
and honeybees buzz
in search of sweet nectar.
The season of birth and growth
Songbirds sing while feathering nests
and leaves reappear on bare-limbed trees.
It's the time when nature paints the world green
...

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A feathering song,
Played upon the quills
Of winging seagulls,
Releases my mind
From the daily grind.

Glorious birds
Are the seagulls;
Welcoming all
To Gaia’s womb.

Once we’ve birthed;
Spread our wings,
And touch life;

The womb
Restores

Peace.
...

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Medallion moments dawdle,
shading hints of ruby and brass-
grains of sand linger,
like lost sand in an hourglass. 

I feel the blazing embers of
heated passion in a lover's dream-
the sanctity of a desert landscape, 
feathering a vista so serene. 




July 24th, 2017  ...

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tweets the robin and
the sparrow changing chirping
singing to God tweets
~
so somber so sweet
birds engaging in praising God
early morning birds
~
tweeting praise the Lord
feathering loving frolicks
yes God talks to birds


9/29/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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well uh
this love
ain't for sale
or
a
rabbit egg
on
a
snail
run a little faster
rubbing words
on your tail
oh what a soothe
rub me some more
waves to the shore
oh this love
said oh this love
chasing albino bats
feathering maiden hats
tell me the truth before
you cut me loose
no no no
never
tighten up the noose
on
this love
?...

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These are the moments 
That grip my heart with an iron fist
That shoot icy fire into my veins
The things that take the feathering fear
In the back of my mind 
And twist them through my being

These are the moments 
When the shroud of dread that envelops me
Threatens to consume and suffocate 
And nothing...no, nothing can be done
But fall to my knees 
And pray...

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A feathering song,
Played upon the quills
Of winging seagulls,
Releases my mind
From the daily grind.

Glorious birds
Are the seagulls;
Welcoming all
To Gaia’s womb.

Once we’ve birthed;
Spread our wings,
And touch life;

The womb
Restores

Peace.



4-23-2020
Enter the 'STRAND PICK D,any theme,any form' Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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Descending Mallard Ducks

Soaring white, black grey and brown
landing on the greenery grounds picking
beaks injecting insects
walking closely together feathering
Peck, peck, pecking insects to digest
Peck, peck, pecking driving like a man on a mission
lounging on the autumn brown and green grounds
Soaring white, black grey and brown

12/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
OCTOPOEM POEM TYPE...

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a passing thought 
of beauty, as the sun crowns
slowly departs into the west horizon
with blazing pillars of light 
cirrus clouds on either side 
feathering out like angel wings
as the moon traces behind
like a puppy dog on a leash 
still, in a gorgeous sky-blue background
a vision not often seen 
half written,
in number two pencil 
in a spiral notebook
with the red front cover closed 
forgotten. 


10/5/2022...

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dented
can
hair
she grabbed me
rested me
in
her
hair
dented can
could only stare
we kicked it together
snowman'd the weather
turned it upside down
feathering leather
rented man
stare
dented can hair
?




...
uhm
wrote this after reading
an
broken wing write 
broken wing wrote
"now i rest in my hair"
bunch other stuff
that line for me
sticks thick
...
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.






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Alone in the darkness
I can hear my demons whispering.

And I can feel the blade
Feathering against my skin

Then, just then
A moment of silence fill the air

But it has to go away
In the end it always goes away

And the demons come again
But it's different 'cause this time
They're determined to stay

But there is one way
One way to hear the silence again

***

For once it's utterly quiet
And quiet it will stay !...

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The color wheel spins
 in the month of May
 with every shade of green on display.

The moss mixes in dark spring emerald spreads
 avocado ferns feathering asparagus sea breeze heads,
 Erin kelly limes flash neon harlequins in the air

Grass lawn malachites sway a chartreuse pear glint
 olive jaded myrtles mix in mantis mints
 flow with sea-green pine shamrock tints.

All spinning 
 on the scene
 with the color wheels of green....

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Winter won't submit to the rains of Spring,
constantly feathering the ground with snow
that buries any green shoots that dare show.

There are no signs Spring is scheduled to show,
this inclement weather doesn't say Spring;
the wind howling in a blizzard of snow. 

The trees with their frozen feet in the snow
are disgruntled with Winter's whitewash show, 
and shiver in the wind, summoning Spring.

Melting snow isn't a sure sign Spring will show....

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One part sugar, three parts fruits
One part zest
Pasticcio: a good blend, finesse 
Outside
A Nightingale sings a sweet song
For its chicks still in the nest
 
Her toddler holds a wooden spoon 
Ornate 
A fine purchase 
"Look" 
She points 
At the empty jars 
On the window pane
 
One day 
Her toddler will fly the nest
Like feathering chicks of the mother nightingale 
Wide horizons awaits her
Now
They will mix the jam
For Jam Jar Tombola 
 
 
Yasemin Balandi...

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Effortless
lilting
lyrical
their chemistry builds
as the house lights dim
cool
laid back
relaxed
getting you in the mood
for anything

Alto sax sends out postcards
up and down the G blues scale
amber spots in the ceiling
light up lounge lizards
sipping signature cocktails
absorbing the atmosphere
on a stone gone classic night out

Drummer shuffles
feathering the kick drum
while comping on the snare
keeping his eyes on the waitress
he knows this beat
by heart...

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A flock of kisses left the shores
Born of love and they be yours
On loving wings they shall fly
Lift your gaze and fill your eye

Quickly follows a skein of verse
Be of love, at your feet disperse
To bind me to that beating heart
To be of comfort whilst apart

Behind a feathering of thought
All the love that you have brought
And I that longing soul
And that you my heart control

And then came me
To you on wings of poetry
Oh that smile I miss
Sensual lips await the kiss...

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My cowardly self, said to my bravest version:
Be not too much,
Be not too less of me.

His eyes were darkly silted ponds,
His hands worn thin,
By the clutch of a shrinking skin.

My courage rose up
Dragon fisted; eagle hammered in the
Shuddering air.

‘Dare me’ it cried
‘Dare this dust to be light,
This feathering of small gods
To step forward and take the terror’.

My cowardly image
Shivered, hid its face
But stayed there quaking 
As the bravest version it could be....

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The sandy beach and the ocean
obviously do not understand each other.

Each wave falls upon the shore,
as if it had never met that shore before.

The sand attempts to flow away,
yet scuttled crab legs
and the weight of empty shells
slows it to a shackled crawl.

Eventually,
the unstable edge of that feathering lip
tumbles into the sea.

Then the salty, always thirsty water,
turns away to flow more swiftly
through the open gills and mouths
of the unanchored
and free.

...

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Unlike love story 

Sweet dawn you are not
in your embrace I`m not reborn.
A night with you gives birth to bitter regret. 
A promise to not seek you out
will not help,
I love you more than life itself.
Nightfall brings long shadows
irresistible your allure,
Our lair is not feathering of tenderness
but thorns of demanding ferocity.
A pact we made in a church that reeked of burnt wicks.
desiccated roses and the redolence of death.
Our love is agony, 
we can´t but clawing us asunder...

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