The hunter now without missing shoots,
And so the eagle without perching flies;
Who's wiser between shooter and flier;
Under direr circumstances above, guys?
When discretion finer discretion meets,
Who wins when each sharpens disguise?
Between keener fowler and slier fowled,
Who's truly more unbeatable and wise?
If the going ever discretely tougher turns,
That tougher get going no matter what;
Yours shall be valiant victory in the end
Regardless of how hard your effort's fought!
Unerring let their missiles aim
At softest parts of your fragility;
Simply wing your nonstop flight
Higher above hunter’s hostility.
in the morning the birds are singing and
searching, searching for earth worms
oh, it all begins right at dawn
with songs unstopping
among the trees are blue jays
singing a loud screeching jay, jay, jay
and melodious songs of cardinals mingle
and not far- hidden a nightingale mimics
oh, those yellow flashes of the golden finch
whistling at the feeder
and I do adore the gang of chickadee
with their chirp, chirping song
that welcomes a new day
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August 18, 2021
Poetry/Verse/the morning songs
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1381-774-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, A Brian Strand Any Choose
sponsor, Brian Strand. Judged 08/18/2021
First Place
Sing me a dirge I pray
Cuz my eyes has loosed sight of the light
Misery has eaten deep into me till I am nothing more but his prey
Sing me a dirge let me cry
So my eyes can look no more to the sky
Sing me the best of that song
Let me dance to it like I were young
Sing me a dirge I pray
Till the sky weep all in fear
Let not her rain of tears
Wash away my unstopping fears
Oh sing me a dirge let me try
To do nothing more than to cry
Untangle me not from death's fright
Till I see the heavenly light
Sing me a dirge I pray
So I'll summone the courage to be brave
Suck away all of my strength so I'll embrace nothing but my grave
The first bird in the spring are Robins hopping,
searching, searching for earth worms on my lawn.
It all starts right at dawn,
with songs unstopping.
Among my mighty beech and oak trees are Blue Jay;.
they sing a loud screeching jay, jay all day!
Melodious the songs of Cardinals- red,
they have twenty plus tunes in their head.
Oh those yellow flashes of the Golden Finch,
whistling at the feeder as all the seeds they pinch!
But, I do adore Chicadee's- curious
with all that chirp, chirping serious.
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February 11, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Songbirds in my Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1113-979-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Songbirds
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Fifth Place
She wants it bad
She wants it now
She do get sad
But still smile with the frown
A villain of her own emotion she is
Inside a remote cave of her own mind she is, slowly savoring her ease
Whirling furiously like the angry rapture
Seeking someone to bully, an innocent mind to capture
If it is love, then give her well
Or else, if she captures you in her spell!
If it is a fantasy, then make it cruel
Because she is wild, got all her passion burning with unstopping fuel
She ain't slow, she doesn't glare
Pumping adrenalin, she flares
Love, friendship, she rocks everything well
Vibrant beautiful bomb shell
She is a lioness, that devours
She is a thirsty desert traveller, seeking a river to savour
She is a voyeur, looking for some creepy ancient caves to tour
She is a party-girl, give her fun galore
The grand army of the patriots
Climbed a mile high
'Twas trampled by some broncos
Who unstopping rode right by
TITANIC ENEMY
None bigger on the sea they say,
Or more beautiful night and day.
Shape immense and gracefully topping
The waves with purpose unstopping.
In a hurry, appointment with fate.
Big as a castle, and with a great
Sheer-sided, steel-tough wall;
But unable to see ahead at all.
Starry calm sea and waveless:
She faced ahead really eyeless.
The graceful cold white shape immense
Raced south in murderous innocence.
Hardly felt the shudder slight
When it occurred late that night.
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NOTE
This description of the iceberg is kinda spooky because of
the resemblance between the ship and its icy enemy.
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Entered in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver ‘s Contest My heart will go on and on....
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