Short Fledged Poems
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Plumage
cuddled in the nest
twigs woven in mother's zest,
until the young fledged ....
Written August 16th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
With your huge and dark, palm of robbery
You came very early, in the morning to wake
My millionaire caring dad, from his comfort bed
With a full-fledged force, you slapped his face
Form:
Circa vista under seen
life and spirit flow..
sublime outline forms
little hill folds down..
cross the valley bleating sheep
combs coombe the eyrie hawk..!
copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Et certa to summer
How i wait for its end
within its lonely languid silhouette's
Its all about Autumn
with its temporal musk
and last fledged bloom
within an epiphany
a bonfire to attest,
ashes to dust
we celebrate in such offerings
white veil over head
chocolate feathers full fledged ---
benedictine nun?
karambit knife beak
dissected longan fruit eyes ---
elliptic airplane?
scavenger for prey
dead and alive you enslave ---
fancy in bird form?
22 September 2022
inspired by “Farewell,” a digital image by Sara G. Umemoto
I fledged you from my open hand –
feathers becoming wings
outspreading. How
do you teach yourself to fly?
I feel your breath and pulse against
my palm. How could I
hold you? You
disappear into sheer blue sky.
full-fledged member
of the inner cycle that
exists within the realm
of the internal world
without exceptions to the rule
should have remained a valid
contributor sited amongst
the valued counsel members
instead of being ostracized and
extradited from all future encounters
Such a pleasant greeting from thee
Bestowed me with massive glee
Being my greatest Goddess
Thy wish is vital immense
For it has a divine mien
Par excellence I just mean
Keep me ever blessed
Being my Lord full-fledged
Thy benevolent glance at me
Will make me success spree..!!
You are now a Super Hero they told me
full fledged?
Head nods.
Can I tell my family?
Screeeeeeech
You can tell no one
What about my lover?
Hard shake no
My best friend?
No.
Mom?
How is her hearing?
They stormed my apartment and arrested me an hour later
Who knew my dog was wired?
Singing so sweetly the lark spread its’ tune
Amidst the foggy morning it’s lover did swoon
Natures’ dance of remarkable love
Took place before me in the skies above
Two little chirps a skip right a jump left
Full fledged flip whistles puffed out chest
And I in my chair in awe of this show
Smiling widely so pleased and aglow.
The arrow pierces
his
heart
ruthlessly with the
full-fledged hatred
of the sender;
the
unsuspecting
innocent victim was
hit by the arrowhead
in the head
and almost
instantly he fell
with a thud and
became dead—
cold-blooded murder.
Why!?
Form:
pip pip pip
pipes the fledged blue tit
after mummy blue tit
for a new tit bit
as she flew bit and bit
branch and branch tip and tip
cannot sit sit sit
chased by blue baby tit
piping pip piping pip
piping pip pip pip
Preferring darkness, to forage and hunt, night they choose
Relatively world’s smallest owl, yelping is their unique call
Eyes highlighted, gray bill, brown birds that feign death to bluff
They are listed enangered, they migrate, mob their predators too
To rear, parents work hard, hunt-feed-defend to put up best show
Young fledged at ten weeks, nearly eliminated by humans they cry fowl
A fledgling struggled in the wet grass
he had failed in his first attempt
...The cat wouldn’t
Every year I pinch-hit on Christmas
for a Christian so devout
That if he had to work on the holiday
he’d just sit and pout
This year was no different from the rest
except he made a slight change
This Christian also became a full-fledged Jew
~ So, I had to cover for him on Chanukah too
...each a reflection of a world remade
laid by a river's flight.
Time's is a swimmer on this water road.
By a rickety dock herons fish for rainbows
riding on silvery trout.
Here on a meadow bank
dewy droplets
bracelet wet stems.
An iridescence
beads a newborn morn
My dog sniffs the prismatic air,
the fresh fledged green;
sweeps her bushy tail
scattering
a sparkling fringe of sky.
Building your space,
you were dying daily
invading the acoustics.
How the continence
was going to help-
living with scars of explosions ?
Mutating into a full-fledged
saintliners, an inner conflict
becomes a profile.
Crawling to a stone
a crayon draws a cell
without incendiary rhetoric ?
Decoding an icon
becomes a daily ritual. From
where will come the write ?
Satish Verma
How do I find a girl? He asked me.
He is alone on Valentine's Day.
He is fifty-six years old.
Maybe you are turning them away
By calling them Girls I told him.
Develop yourself to the best of your ability.
Play a guitar, sing, dance, paint, skate.
But get ready for a full fledged woman
Because you deserve one of them, not a girl.
Do things that are so much fun that she will find you.
I'm afraid of the dark
Don't shut me in
I'm scared and alone
Deep within
You said I could trust you
But all I got was betrayal
This pain is making my heart fail
I don't want you to go
But I don't want you to stay
All I want is to fly away
Fly to a place where there is light
I need to get out and escape this fight
Take me on a cloud make of fleece
Where I can finally rest in full fledged peace
Form:
Mill boy, meets pit girl.
Wool and Iron.
Protection and strength.
Complementing.
Opposites attracting.
The magnetic core pull,
unbreakable.
The outer, nourishing, nurturing.
The perfect balance.
A symmetry.
Loved and loving.
Life shared, family, forever friends,
Vows, distant, but stronger.
Sons, raised, fledged and flying
Dreams realised.
New lives, new dreams.
Hope undimmed.
Love eternal.
Forever us.
The limbs had the raw strength.
They were learning
to walk on the water.
The silver axe
will hack off the neck
after the daunting recovery.
In gestational surrogacy,
you don’t want
the incisors.
To kill a wanderer,
you need a howling-
wind, fledged.
A shoebox contains
the handprints of a skeleton
and liquid eyes.
The hunger has a blue
desire. A savage bite
will bring out the space.
Satish Verma
The old oak tree.
So happy I wrote: Lovely!
“Let us hear the bluebell call,
the daffodil pray,
the apple blossom bear witness.”
I hip hip hurrah’d this paradigmatic poem.
I read it a few minutes ago and thought aww…
how do I comment now, so Harry will see.
So glad I had read this in the past,
before our dear Harry passed. Suddenly,
I hear one solitary and full-fledged chirp outside.
Has Harry stopped by?
Dabbing an eye.
securely sheltering it in her shell
nurturing while within
heeding to each gentle whisper
to each tap from tiny feet
in time She curls it in her embrace
caresses it in her hug
fondles it with boundless care
cuddles it with sweetish love-
when fully fledged, sailing the high sea
will it care for the cowry shell, its first home!
how bright the dew
in the sunlight
each drop
a picture of a world remade
down by the dock herons watch
rainbows riding over silver fish
time shows-up as a water road
journeying to just here
this place where dawn dew
mirrors a million first lights
gleaming out
of a million suns
my dog sniffs at the prismatic air
the light
the new fledged green
she sweeps her furry tail
back and forth
scattering a bespangled sky
behind her
Panicked tiny footprints, zigzag, sharp;
Each an arrow hungry for direction.
Across them, newer, the fully-fledged
Outlines of boots, strong, deep.
Ahead, the bootprints side by side,
Suddenly, decisively: imagine the arms.
Further on still, the arrows stagger,
Stop, and fading blood reds the way.
This is the tale the snow tells,
Along the ugly, thorn-jagged hedge.
Its record is brief, the warmer winds
Of oblivion will sweep in, soon, too soon.