the hawk
raptor sometimes called
black death or stealthy fighter
hawk owns names proudly
hawk
hawk soars above clouds
then dives fearlessly toward prey
clever is the hawk
with wings wide open
a free spirit in the sky
no worries no cares
In the majestic mist—of a mountain’s dawn;
In the gray haze of fog, soon to move along.
Below smoky drifts, canopies, and the wind.
Below, the raven’s wings, and the perch he sits.
Bird’s eye view, gazing, gawking; blithely spying.
Yearnfully, yet, no eagerness for showing.
Mellowing caws; buoyant—wake the harvest moon,
Of streams and time, do not both cascade on by?
Frolicsome and flashing; a true sight to see,
To harken the lone wolf’s motley midday howl;
With these Great Smoky Mountains now cleared away—
The raven soars above; stately valleys low.
Another wee witty ditty about Chris (the Hawk) on BBC 6 Music - as they celebrate World Poetry week
“He talks the talk (well that’s his job to use his gob..twiddle that kn*b)
He walks the walk
But don’t balk..not a dork
Popped champagne cork
Baby face dropped by a stork
Won’t stalk like the Duke of York
Hasty that haircut.. we squawk
Looking pasty..no bulwark
At his barnet we gawk
But still love the Hawk
Tasty as a fork of Iberico pork
Let's all have a ball..twork
Maybe K.Y.O.B.C or just S.W.A.L.K”
it has no legs
yet m o v e s faster
than l**i**g**h**t**n**i**n**g ~
true e°•m°•o°•t°•i°•o°•n°•s
~s~
~g~
~i~
it has no ~w~
yet s~o~a~r~s higher
than e~a~g~l~e~s ~
e°•m°•o°•t°•i°•o°•n ~f~
~l~
~i~
~e~
~s~
My kindred spirit soars in search of you
above the clouds it roams amongst the blue.
Or dives beneath the oceans darkest night
before it surges forth again in flight.
Connecting with another brings a new
beginning of a friendship that is true.
Like-minds that understand the words I write
our vision for each other kept in sight.
Our spirit's bound together mine and yours
in prose or verse my kindred spirit soars.
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand.
Rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving reality behind, far behind.
once an eagle
with a clipped wing
attempting
without surrender to once again
command the infinite azure sky;
continually nosediving
whenever tossed in the air.
his convalescence
punishingly long;
now complete.
embarking on a mission
to quiet doubting Thomases
that sounded a death knell for him
and laughed him off as
a paper plane
incapable of flying
far beyond the horizon...
look at him today!
look at him soaring above
majestically;
his journey
from the depth of asperity
to the dizzying heights of majesty...
m a g i c a l:
almost miraculous.
he's withered
the slings and arrows of life
intact; he's in flight once again
a testament
to his strength and resilience.
To pick a thought that warms the earth
with fertile seed of human birth;
recognizing mankind's worth
and what it means to be.
To mold the thought into a word
that resonates wherever heard
and circles earth on wing of bird
and stream of mighty sea.
Thought expressed by tolling bell
along with promise casting spell
on face that hides in shallow shell
and shadows of the night.
Radiating like the sun,
the thought brings hope to life undone.
By mortal wound of fatal gun
yet dreaming of the light
I'd do a lot to bring it out,
I'd stand on mountain top and shout.
The thought I always think about,
the one that gives us more,
if only I could dare believe
that in the thought that I conceive
the world would bask in earned reprieve
oh how my heart would soar.
For this you see I'm falling asleep;
On these the golden fields;
Beneath the sun above the clouds;
Silent rises beset noise;
Congregational life praise hands loud;
Dawning glories burdens poise;
Shouts of jubilee roars;
Like a lion on his prowl;
Nursing timid giraffes soars;
Leap forth over gall they scowl;
==Jungle path nature grazing
Sun bright shine in lions hazing--
BODY AILS … YET SPIRIT SOARS
You’d think I’d rattle when I walk,
I’ve pills of this and that.
Some make me feel even sicker,
others warned … make me fat.
Take “Viagra” for rare PH,
Lung-Heart rare illness pill.
Several for other organs, fact
one-third kidney’s … no thrill.
If, drink more water for kidney,
Heart Failure might affect.
Most minds tell folks, “breath”, with “Central
Apnea “ … mine forgets.
When stand, high-blood pressure drops low,
ninety-five / fifty five.
Body ails, yet spirit still soars,
grateful … I’m still alive!
Fact take twenty pills is is not bad,
gotta take to stay well.
But wonder, if Doc’s took these, they'd
feel better … or like -ell?
Won’t fuss about number of pills,
for this, and this, and that.
Thankful have all these, or I might,
just fall down dead … splat!
A thousand miles these feet had and still taking,
with one step in front of the other since birth awakened.
Wisdom in each loose silver strand
as if each breath of whispers were planned.
Once in a while these eyes had seen
Miracles as years went, were treasured, and gleaned.
Flaming sunset brought sore knees and cold hands,
Generations of tangled and answered prayers transcended.
Body ails yet spirit soars
with blessings of the Lord.
11/10/2023
Body ails yet spirit soars indeed
For this, I pray that God grants my need
So I can continue reaching-out
Midst weakness-doubt and sickness-pout.
With human nature’s flaw, causing pain
My flesh succumbs to grief; I complain
Then seek for heavenly help, divine*
For my heart's shield from frustration-whine.
Driving my spirit for triumph glow
The Lord I trust against trials’ blow
For me to ascend with gladness’ hope
Propelled as I victoriously cope.
Endowed with strength of spiritual might
I’ll do right, smite fright by prayer flight
Yielding to Holy Ghost Who grants zest
As I fulfill role’s best, feeling blest.
*2Corinthians 4:1Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; 4:7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
November 10, 2023
2nd place, "Body ails yet spirit soars" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 11/11/2023
She’s gradually becoming a shadow,
Yet she looks beyond the shrivelled meadow,
She’s gradually walking into the night,
Yet she summons the light.
She rises with the morning,
She says the bed calls for mourning,
Though her body ails,
Her hope sails.
At dawn, she summons the elements,
As can be seen in her statements,
She stands tall on the inside,
Even though she’s feeble outside.
She believes in a rebirth,
She’s cloaked with mirth,
She looks into redemption’s mirror,
She fights every awakening terror.
November 9, 2023.
Great our blessings throughout life,
Odd thoughts we have about the meaning
Don’t we have sorrow, sometimes strife
Sent us by a perfect being.
Will our faith withstand the moment
Illness sometimes tests us most
Leave to others doubt to foment
Let us simply trust the Host.
Believe in Him, He’s always with us,
Even when the path looks bleak.
Don’t disparage of his goodness
Only because the flesh is weak.
Now look toward long life and recover
Even in stress God’s love discover.
the little engine that could, as they say. he's the tortoise that won the race, despite not coming in first, second, or third. he won hearts because he completed the long, grueling race. many naysayers thought he couldn't do it. they scoffed at his advanced age and bad knee. they thought he'd give in mid-race, but he defied insurmountable odds, shushing all doubters. they counted him out before the race even began, yet, here he is, at the other side of the ribbon! it's his first-ever marathon. hobbling at the finish line, yet he's in seventh heaven! take a bow, grandpa. well-earned!
against-all-odds win
never underestimate ~
quite the underdog
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