This stepped jest, knobby legged farce
Which, more wobbly, falls;
Old man's, up at that wing'ed
Is but left -laughing!
Air, as they do, a look of
Unrestrained relief.
'Whoopee!' with each quick sharp turn
Their own sky track in.
great-tailed grackle
struts across the wind-dried lawn
cackling secrets.
he squawks his madness
jibbering arcane folklore
for any to hear.
The great-tailed grackle
struts in the loud sun cackling
his dark, mad secrets
Winner 5th Place: April Poetry Month Daniel Henry Rogers (Sponsor) 4/30/26
The wonderful Wedge-tailed Eagle
Now there’s a bird that’s regal
Circling high in the sky
Nothing escapes it’s eye
So you’d better watch out for your Beagle.
scitter scatter I hear the squirrels before I see them
their tails are fluffy and prominent, they chase each other
run straight up a tree, the leaves sound crunchy
a deer bounds into a thicket, I see the white tail
my eyes delight in the oranges, reds and yellows of the leaves
a deep cough
in the thicket
i sense a deer
a quick movement
I see a splash of white
white-tailed deer
A red-tailed hawk soars in an azure sky,
Majestically gliding - oh so high!
Is it any wonder he inspires such awe
In those who study education and law?
Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.
'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded
fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll,
God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk sidle,
Blitzkrieg mob by crows, females sized greater,
social-less wingers, life mono-mater,
dives one hundred twenty miles per hour,
kills owl young BOTH nesting competitor,
Prey spotted one hundred feet in the air,
Their eyesight to man, seven times finer,
Two feet, two pounds, twenty-one years lifespan,
Roadkill, hunting, and human expansion,
Diet: various birds, and small rodents,
Scrub deserts, farm fields, rainforests, woodlands.
John was invited to participate in the sweat lodge ceremony.
You may or may not experience your vision quest.
He had no preconceived ideas but enjoyed his Apache friends.
A bit of peyote put him into another realm.
He shapeshifted, becoming a red-tailed hawk.
He flew to the top of the mountain.
He felt adventurous and free, he had passion and strength.
He never wanted to come down.
Afterwards he knew he could meet any obstacle
Surmount any pinnacle.
It was more than enough.
Staring onto the blanks of skin depths,
I might as well fake for forsake.
Bright eyed and brushy tailed,
Hidden in the mask of despair.
Abandoned quiets of youthfulness,
juggling with lives apse.
"Hush, speak no more.
You ain't my reign,
nor am I interested in lame."
A beginner's mind, which I am not aware of.
Thinking of rainbow vivid and lush greens,
carving forced passions of strangers beliefs.
Bright sleeked while the sharp of shadows go un-noticed.
"I do not fear the dark"
So I say.
While my eyes were coved to mantic sounds of silences.
'Youth' it was someone said.
Bipolar I corrected.
Sun slowly dipping in a springtime sky;
the wind's blowing and the pine boughs tossing.
From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy,
walk down to the river; and the crossing.
To the fields above, and forage a meal;
prance in the meadows; eyes and ears moving
Hear Blue Jay's calling to alarm with zeal.
Just twilight now, the waters glistening.
Squirrels and chipmunks have gone to their beds.
Barn Owls gliding upon whispering wings.
Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed.
Stand at the water, hear the crickets sing.
Return from the fields to sleep for the day
Just at dawn, they cross in the misty haze.
3/2/2021
Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
fork-tailed azure crown
breed wolfs down trumpet creepers
they dive bomb red kites
Date created : 17 August 2020
NB
Trumpet vine / creepers nectar source for voracious bird.
Dive bomb as in bluff for deterring other species.
This is my meager try at a tailed-rhyme
flowing slow and steady spaced across the line
hit or miss, a quality expressed but un-refined
why write poetry so unfamiliar?
It was like a dream calling out loud to me
marking a world surreal for me to try and see
and easier it often fails to achieve the decree,
why did ancient poets play this game?
Who's to say at the end of this scrawl
other poets successfully give their poetic all
but alas, all efforts surpass the mind's stoned wall,
and me, I struggle with articulated eloquence.
Charles Messina's contest, triple tail rhyme, 5/28/20
Fluffy tailed performers
Chitter chatter among themselves
No one listening, everyone slathering
Juicy gossip
Taking daring fifteen foot leaps and dives
From magnificent heights, barely landing on
Tiny branches.
Flinging themselves with wild abandon
And oodles of faith into the air, flipping and
Swirling. Contortionists.
Sliding up trunks the way others slide down.
Landing with a well-earned acorn in their jaws.
in the strong heart society there is one known as the buffalo eye. do the sweat lodge ceremony to speak with the stone turtle. you will see the Lakota sun dance at first light with the canupa. All my relatives... walk the red road, listen to the black road. call to grandfather spotted eagle among the natural people, and red eagle will allow elk trail to use the fire of no end
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