Fly high,
beneath the clouds,
soaring with the calm winds,
perched on a limb tweeting a song,
day life.
Categories:
tweeting, 3rd grade, bird, poems,
Form: Cinquain
Sometimes, in morning hours, I wake.
Just before the day's bright break,
I pleasantly partake,
In birds joining to sing,
As happiness they bring.
Last night was different and strange.
A fever would, my mind, derange.
I heard just one bird for a change,
And only one note he'd repeat.
This single-tweeting bird said "tweet".
My back with sweat stuck to my shirt,
Each bone in my body hurt,
A black-hooded man came to flirt,
Saying, "I knew one day we'd meet".
The single-tweeting bird said "tweet".
I wished it was a fever dream.
Much too weak and tired to scream,
I gazed at the gate's grand gleam,
To heaven sailed, wrapped in a sheet,
As the single-tweeting bird said "tweet".
Categories:
tweeting, bird, death, dream, sick,
Form: Rhyme
O birdies tweeting,
singing faithful tunes.
There’s no way
to know if you saw
a sign, “Vacancy,”
or if you own a limb.
O birdies tweeting,
sweetly and completely
surrounded by Spring.
Matters not if it's hot,
no complaints of rain.
O birdies tweeting,
how many occupy
my backyard skies?
Do you dart from
oak to pine;
are the scents divine?
O birdies tweeting,
how is it I never feel
bored, but attuned
to your glorious chatter?
O birdies tweeting,
you shall never know
I’ve been singing
your song incessantly;
your every breath
completing me.
Categories:
tweeting, bird,
Form: Ode
Tweeting the Truth in Love
By Mark D. Stucky
We should be “speaking the truth in love,”*
posted Paul in Ephesians 4:15,
to speak and act out truth while filled
with self-sacrificial, unconditional love.
Not too-tough truth without compassion.
Not laissez-faire love without correction.
Certainly not rude comments
left on social media,
hidden from responsibility
by anonymity.
Certainly not tweeting lies with contempt,
insulting others with childish nicknames,
repeating falsehoods already debunked,
or disseminating self-serving distortions.
Paul didn’t excuse behavior so deplorable.
Why do so now?
*Note: Literally “truthing in love” in the original Greek text of the verse, incorporating both speech and actions.
(First published in Spirit Fire Review, 3 May 2022. See also my poems "The Art of the Devilish Deal," "Antisocial Media," and “What Would Jesus Tweet?")
(Image by Tina Nord on Pexels.com.)
Categories:
tweeting, anti bullying, community, conflict,
Form: Free verse
set upon a perch
quietly the robin sees
feeding baby chicks
~
tweeting the language
squabbling tweet-tweet tweety Dee
sits bird on a tree
9/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
tweeting, adventure, appreciation, bird, engagement,
Form: Haiku
birds flying through the clouds
amidst the vivid blue skies
chirpings spring is near
3/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
tweeting, analogy, appreciation, bird, community,
Form: Haiku
Hail, little birdie perched on tree!
What hast thou now to say to me?
“A little bird has told me so,”
As many say. This well we know.
How joyfully I hear thee tweet!
Not every tweet I know is sweet.
Though tyrants sneer and gluttons burp,
How glad am I to hear thee chirp.
It’s always big birds get their way,
Owls and eagles, night and day.
In arid wastes do vultures lower,
While hawkish eyes green pastures scour,
But birds there are that stand for love,
Most notably the turtledove.
No leafy twig a raven bore
When Noah’s eyes beheld no shore.
Spurn little birds? Why be so narrow
When there is One Who marks the sparrow?
Categories:
tweeting, bird, humorous, irony,
Form: Ode
The robin must be haappy
With its persistent tug
Of a jump rope worm,
Squirming
In a rubbery chagrin.
The robin must be happy
With paint brush sun rays
Shining shimmers on his chest,
Smiling warm upon his nest.
The robin must be happy
I hear it in his song,
The sweetest sun serenade
And I am overjoyed.
Categories:
tweeting, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
tweeting and peeping
call goes out the seed is here
a happy flying
whistles and joyful beak sounds
landing on lilac bushes
Categories:
tweeting, bird, spring,
Form: Tanka
Trump's No Longer Tweeting
By Franklin Price
3/15/2019
Trump's no longer tweeting
He has given up the wall
He is welcoming illegals
It's much better for us all
Encouraging big business
To once again build over seas
For those who want to hire here
There's a presidential freeze
Removing tariffs and restrictions
Foreign products are the thing
Outlawing guns for citizens
Will help our freedom ring
Everyone should have the bomb
Trump sees the error of his ways
To make America Great Again
He knows no longer pays
A welfare state is best for us
Free everything is cool
This isn't from the president
It's an early April Fool
I hope that I upset you
As you read this “Fool”ish verse
You may not like Trump's methods
But you could be doing worse
Categories:
tweeting, america, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
the tweeting morning
on the purple canvases
the sea in the flute
25/4/2018
Categories:
tweeting, morning,
Form: Haiku
There once was a tweeter who didn’t tweet
An air of mystery, she decided to keep
Responses bounced
Bad twitter account
But still, she wouldn’t tweet a peep
Categories:
tweeting, age, engagement, humorous, social,
Form: Limerick
Trump Tweeting Took A Beating
When Trump has tweeted
Seems to have self defeated
By his big ego.
Jim Horn
Categories:
tweeting, hilarious,
Form: Haiku
INFATUATION – romance tweeting
It seemed the inevitable co-incidence.
Noticing each other, that two second too-long gaze,
False hopes meeting reality
Allowing for the possibility of more.
Temptation’s jubilant expectations
Unleashed in furtive thoughts,
Attended by passion’s penchants.
Thermal reverie ablaze in the
Idealistic realm of fancy,
One heart breaking as the
Next inevitable interlude ambles past.
submitted to Romantic Acrostic – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Regina Riddle
10/4/2014
Categories:
tweeting, romance,
Form: Free verse