Swifts Poems

Under Lock And Key
For the first time I feel,
The loneliness in me,
Everything under lock and key,
Not a soul on the street,
I can’t feel my heart,
It’s locked up in a cell,
Praying that everyone’s well,
It’s just me and my pen,
Writing to tell...Read More

Glistening upon the dancing shadows
Of a sultry, sun kissed eve
Twenty shades of eternal green hew
And the purest of eye catching beauty
Which envelops a gently undulating scape?
Against an azure, all contrasting evening sky
Poisoned not, by man’s developing
Almost virgin like, in puritan...Read More

Our God who lives, flows in the waters,
tumbles in rivers, and drifts in snows,
flashes as silver from shoals of fish,
darts in darkness round rugged rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers 
with fresh aromas for bugs and bees.
With all the creatures...Read More

Traipse taffaria fairies, comps citrine
fragrances, tis thirty orangey glean
plucked days hath November, foundation blend,
paints its labored autumns rests, well-earned friend.

Forbade naught tis these pristine fairies, gifts
kids pain brief, gather teeth hid neath pillows, 
wands magical dreams, wield light, rare shrubs...Read More

For he is the great "I Am" and I a vessel set to voyage

A song of songs linger
My first love of beauty reveal 
A simple Psalms of passage
Leading me to water's still

And though fear may linger
Through darkened endless nights
In faith...Read More

swallows housemartins
once summertime sky wonders
screaming swifts missed




...Read More

R.I.P lovely sunflower, rest your head in your leafy bower
You have given so much to inscts and bees, and now your seeds the birds hunger to appease
In the hot summer days when your life had begun, Your blazing face did...Read More

quiet waves out at sea
deeply breathing in
sweeping out to shore

a frigate bird swells
a red neck sack hoping
to attract

a young buck
ruts and rattles
antlers with a tree

the earth shakes
a slight quake making
mounds ripple as if flesh

a slug barely seen
moving leaving
a slime trail...Read More

Amid the glacial hills of central Maine
There stood forsaken, gray, an ancient farm,
Which always filled us with a vague alarm.
Atop the humpback ridge of a moraine,

Abandoned now, for centuries it stood,
Defying time, and ice, and hurricanes.
Its windows now were yellowed,...Read More

Child lying
In a deep pallor
Looking out of a balcony
The last greeting
To island nature

Sunset is preparing
To surrender to the darkness
The gloomy and regal laurel
And the flight of the swifts
In the gulf and the plain

Sitting with a hat
On the bald head 
Without...Read More

Man it's been decades
Wishing to myself,
And sing hymns...
Rejoicing to the self,

Just came back from the pits
Opposite the tabernacle of the temple
A G be another ghost so I'm creeping,
Seeking self midst my lower self 
Behind bars of pleasure and freed by...Read More

Be still somehow
Change dazzles now


Watch change now stream
A surge of dreams


Seize then to change
Your range most strange


Change brings you here
As happy cheers


Watch such swifts moves
Etch your deep grooves


Change is your friend 
To cast new trends


Yes odd feels strange
In plain old...Read More

Watch them on this Summer’s night –
They hunt and sleep upon the wing,
Scything through the fading light
With high-pitched screams – they never sing.

High in the humid air they sail
Like scimitars, their swept-back wings
A sooty brown with short forked tail;
They prey...Read More

the cinnabar moth
a summer diurnal one
check out the ragwort

peppermint stands
mint moths' abundant tiny
summer potatoes

a rambling rose
buds showing waiting to burst
a flowerfly drones

bees not many
some burrowers one or two
campion self-seeds

tis the morrow morn
west is the forecasted wind
southwest for the swifts...Read More

BE TOLD
***********  
azure blue sky, sun shines free,
swallows dip and glide, agree.
swifts on their way, what for them?
fickle weather a problem!

nature must regain control.
climate change blows hot and cold!
wear warm clothes if on a stroll.
natures still fickle, be told!

Eight...Read More

wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
-
farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
-
wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
-
warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
-
inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets follow pen
-
as fall approaches
swifts are...Read More

haiku
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let's walk with nature
sunny day hark birds singing
cuckoo you mimic

cuckoos' all gone
shot by hunters' everyone
they're not specific

swifts' last to arrive
cuckoos' once first on the scene
most humans' remiss

TERCET
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haiku
two words split
senryu

senryu
------
a haiku a page
once the masters had their say
who are the experts'

a...Read More

Rest now in golden slumber
                 As shadows fall away
Your dreams to unencumber
            ...Read More

Today, the weather seems composed and swifts have a reason to drift
Leaves have fallen from yesterday's rains but brought less disgust
There is a green slowly clothing the earth,
A hive of sweet-minty little thoughts and a reason for what to write...
Love...Read More

There is no me 
where on the sand I cannot find your trace today
where white bird that is very sad
where white bird that is very sad has longing near me at the bay.
I'm only there
with trembling sound close to the...Read More

We sit at the old mayanda tavern
And harden with beer the blue of farewell.
The clouds are cold, dark and heavy,
The cold gathers her dew and sits on our pints


We drink and laugh about boyhood.
Sore at heart, we raise our pints...Read More

 
looking at the sky so blue, white distorted clouds,
all alone, nice and peaceful away from the crowds,

enjoying the silence, not being bothered, clouds rarely moving,
A gentle breeze pushing them on, cool and soothing,
 
swallows and swifts, darting around catching...Read More

Back and forth,
HIgh then low
Black swifts scythe below;
Beneath the vivid hue
Wide-set celestial blue.

Across the field
Buttercups fill my view with
Dung pats,dried,and fried in the sun; 
Cowslips clumped,bud apple-green
With daisies dotted between....Read More

Glory be to God for dappled things! 
Look, Mina, where the wanton wind 
is chasing the cloud shadows 
across the dale! They skip like hares! 
Throw open both doors, front and back - 
abandon care! 
Let that breeze, with scent...Read More

Does she sleep is she to breath please dont awaken will on me; stay as you be
Only if you see the tears living me when you call him your daddy
Heart and mind is trouble through the fire that surroundes me...Read More