Talon Poems | Examples

The Lake

The Lake.....

lies… still,
a glistening sheet of tin foil,
shimmering in a cold-eyed wind.

At night
the lake still... lies… still;
a coffin with lid screwed light-tight.

On occasion, the moon trickles light,
lightly across the lake's pitch-black back;
the knack of making the coffin lid crack!

Today, I challenge myself
to touch-dive the lake’s chilling depths,
halfway down I halt, a dark vault, 
weakens my errant confidence. 
Despite puppet legs and handcuffed arms
I spin frantically to reach a detached surface,
bursting out like some skittish, Scottish salmon
only to be held between the two supremos;
illuminated sky and darksome water.

Tonight, the lake grips my bedroom window
and I watch as watery, inky tentacles 
claw and talon at an unsettled shoreline. 

Later, I wait for sleep to possess me,
sensing surrounding hills clinging closely
while rain falls like pellets of iron.

So I drift…listening  to the lake
whispering dangerous, whispering treacherous secrets
until nature’s seesaw; night tilts into daylight.


Ian Souter

Insanity Floated Through the Door

Insanity floated through the door
An aberration with wild hair entered
Her mouth was open, blood ran out
Down her tunic, past her belt

She felt deranged, a lunatic from where?
There was a madness in the room now
I felt unbalanced, frenzied myself.
Where was my rationality? Why wasn’t I running?

Her fingernails formed into red claws
Almost talon-like, I was thinking of a turkey buzzard
Something unholy that would readily dig into roadkill.
She flashed her dead black eyes toward me.

I froze; terrified.
Wanted to scream, but nothing came out.
She began floating toward me.

Trabaho

Trabaho, kailangan ng lahat ng tao
Upang kumita ng pera na pambili
Ng mga pagkain at ng mga gamit
Dapat na ibigay ito sa lahat ng tao

Huwag ng maging sakim ang mga 
nasa gobyerno at namumuhunan
Ibuhos ang kaban ng bayan para sa 
lahat ng mga lugar at mamamayan

Maraming trabaho ang magagawa
Tagatimpla ng kape, tagapunas ng 
sapatos o tagamasahe ng likod 
Kumpara sa petiks at tsismisan lang

Kung lahat ng mga tao ay may pera
Lalakas ang lahat ng mga negosyo
Puno ang groceries, restaurants, 
Coffee shops, malls, hotels, salons

Ibuhos ang pera sa kaban ng bayan
Paagusin tulad ng sa mga lawa na 
umaagos sa mga ilog at mga talon 
papuntang karagatan at kalangitan

Ibubuhos muli ng langit sa mundo
Upang umagos muli sa mga sapa, 
paulit ulit na ganyan din dapat ang
Trabaho, na paulit ulit sa mga tao

Extrasensory Perception

What you talking about Mister?
He asked after the man
said "Sea Her F". C+ Sea
Her + the woamn
F is F!
Chef man it's a joke.
That aint something worth
laughing over. What you want me
to say man: Sea he F?
We See oh, oh Kay!
Shout your mouth
and clean under the table.
I heard they were having 
Seudoughmankie..You might
have over heard them speaking
but I know damn well you
weren't included
in such conversation.
Get the broom or the mop
and get back to work.
Why are you smiling : you think
it's funny don't you> Mister Waurttir
would like to hear about you
goofing around,
sir what is your name.
My name is Du Talon "Chef extraordinaire"
You had me going Mister Talon:
ah I mean Chef Du Talon!
I apoligize for the mix up!
I did that man joking around:
my wife told me I played around to much
that's why they booted me outta the 
theather< I once was a
theatrical marvel,
the gift of music aand song!
Wanna hear me sing?

Ivy

The ivy plant, green and bold hugging the
Iron gate

             Guards the dwellers within 
Unaware tho they might be

The midnight visitor, well acquainted with 
Ivy

Deposits fresh fertilizer as the luxurious 
Leaves, intricately intertwined 

Provide purposeful seclusion for Ivy's friend
Unseen by the horrific, harassing 

Talon-fanged 

Great Horned Owl

A good and faithful friend, Ivy

Wild Birds

I am the hawk, the falcon, the eagle
circling the skies, swooping with the winds
that roar through gold and carmine canyons.
I soar to hunt, to pursue, to feed.
Gliding on ageless currents of thermal energies
exploding through the clouds,
stooping to the field, the sea, the desert.

I have the strength, the will, the fortitude
of the ages beside, and within, my being
sharpening my insight, my vision,
calling me to the feeding grounds.
I am the caveman, the forager, the hunter
of all within my penetrating sight. 
Succumb to my mighty beak and talons.

Fear of Abduction By Alien Life

colorful pifflewigs
probed my brain cells with their vivid violet claws
talon digs

twelve orange eyes
observe the trembling of my jaws
their prize

my tears
alien laws
fears

colorful pifflewigs
observe the trembling of my jaws
fears

Sludge Behind the Dishwasher

As the weather chooses its flavour for the hour,
Stubble-ended wood shaves itself on the layers of unseen ground.
Synthetic puke seeps through pores seeking to devour
Every tiny, curled hair floating in the murk around and around.

Pool party skies reside a millimeter higher than the tallest fingertip:
Leftovers infect this mass of last meals passed on.
A spindle of cloth runs out with time enough to graze my lip
And still no locks of winter-lived years could sink a single talon
Into the darkest dark of fleeting moments taken from a fork.
Shall this be all that has come from years after that first unscrewed cork?

Sea Eagle Talons

Here comes the talon bird, sea eagle to you.
His grizzly bear claws will do much damage too.
A grip strong enough to break a human’s arm.
I was stunned to find this talon bird no my farm.

Stay away from the window, hide in the closet if you can.
With those talons he could probably carry away a small man.
If he knocks on the door, pretend that no one is home.
Today’s entertainment for me has been writing this poem.

When the Snow Comes

When the Snow comes.


the catkins lilt, sway in a long prediction
                         to soon !
Mothers clock, gets it wrong;
It actually is non fiction

Now pinned! escape is futile 
          destined!
Snowflake blades cut a frugal slash
It actually is so crucial:

Time, the sway moves to being frantic,
              Its late!
a lean becomes a fall, a grounding
now its very erratic!

On the shoulder its talon grips;
        an ending?
it deepens its arrival, no decline!
Soothing now, its eclipse.

Time, its final fall, Catkins must seed
        a re-birth!
all that had been,on a simple tree;
now guaranteed to succeed!

And what of the coming Snow?
      that came!
the bending twist, of stress on limbs,
left in the now Sun, to outgrow.

Death

And when the end comes
it comes very fast indeed 
Not always in slow motion 
but at breakneck speed 
Said the Woodpecker to the 
larva, I kill Swiftly to feed! 
But you’re just a Cuckoo
see how, your head bleeds
No wait! it’s a Hawk talon 
TWIST SNAP! When Crowing 
one should pay more heed

Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
#10 death 
09/02/23

Panagiota

Panagiota is a whirling Galaxie
with her blue thunder words
a spirit like black diamond lightning..
She bruises the clueless and ignorant
not out of hate but of love
not with a brass knuckled fist
but with pearled wisdom
layered around grains of 
life's relentless grit.

Her words are not fanciful or minty...
their always stained with the talon of truth,
She crushes the weak-minded and the oblivious
with her Olympian soul and rose scented boots -
She fears nothing and never spares the rod
while weaving a spirited ink to her parchment heart.
Atop enchanted moonbeams
she lances pit vipers and tangos with God.

A Jolly Fisherman

Bengali man, a jolly man,
was hungry but he had no plan.
He saw an osprey catch a fish,
thought he would like a tasty dish.

The osprey, happy to extol,
said, “First, you need a fishing pole.”
A piece of cane will likely do,
or better still, some green bamboo.

So off he went in search of these,
but all he found were mango trees.
The osprey said, “You’ll need some string.”
Bengali couldn’t find a thing. 

Both high and low, he looked, alas,
found nothing but some bits of grass.
He cut strips with his trusty blade
and wove them tightly in a braid.

He tied it on the pole, but wait,
the osprey said, “You’ll need some bait.”
Bengali thought, “This is absurd.”
And so he grabbed that osprey bird.

He bound him with that piece of twine
and laughed and laughed to see his fine
new fishing pole with talon hooks.
Now, osprey snags; Bengali cooks.

Yes, he’s a jolly fisherman.
He laughs out loud, “Catch as catch can.”

—————

for the A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written on 08/25/2022

On the Street Light a Stocking Hawk-

on the street lights stands
a hawk talon wraps around
perching standing tall

~

eyes surreal micros
sees his pray half mile away
darts off racing fast

~

spies and focus scene
sees his victim tiny mouse
a fine meal for "HAWK"

3/3/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

This Is a Poem About the Shivers

Real fear
as it crawls
from the nape of your neck
icicly popping skin
along arm
hairs raised in surrender
unable to stop what will become
I never look at shadows anymore
incase there is a face their theyr'e
that sea me-i love using the wrong swords
see you
just open your phone
Who is that in the background
feel my oil slick tendrils
kiss your shoulder
talon crawl across your ripping flesh
when stomach and arsehole
are closer than before
Brian turns ewe to your brain
that tightly held breath
heart above sound
feet rooted in molten stair
see my face
as the darkness turns away
afraid to look again
if mirrors reflect light
why can you see your shadow in a mirror
and will you dare to look
sitting in my favourite
seat the spittles of rainbow
spewing from the box of idiots
dance accross my wall
macabre marionettes forbid into cryptic cryptids
and the end of the scream
is unheard

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