The core tenant of the far right
Is simply
That everyone is treated equally
Simply because
Everyone is just another individual.
(9/5/25)
From ground to high sky
birds fill break of day with song
feathered hymns rejoice—
dawn chorus of wing and will
call all to join nature's voice
Magpie's carolling
ignites dawn with fluted bells
welcoming chorale
in day-break's cathedral dome
joyous songs of devotion
Willie Wagtail struts
tail flicks like a metronome
swagger in each step—
black-and-white little soldier
stakes claim to place of its own
Grey Fantail arc skits
with tail flits like restless fan
chaos ensemble—
air itself shakes in the dance
with its frantic flight patterns
Superb Fairy-wren
courageous, blatantly bold
blazes bright in blue—
outlandish flare on green leaves
with its beauty turned to dare
Eastern Whip-bird cracks
the lash to rouse sleepy heads
who missed the alarm
stumbled wobbly out of bed—
hoping no one would notice
The Welcome Swallow
adept aerial maestro—
dazzles watching throngs
with its acrobatic stunts
snatching at insects mid-flight
Eagle soars above
On thermal, wing span power,
Personifies One....
A small bug walks just like a thief,
It does not know pain, it does not know grief.
It does not ask, “Why am I here?”
It lives its life without a fear.
The bug runs when the light is strong,
But it forgets—it moves alone.
It does not think of life or death,
It only feels the light, the breath.
But I have thoughts inside my mind,
Of things I lost, of time and time.
I ask too much, I feel too deep,
Even fear comes into sleep.
The bug is free—it lives, then ends,
No dreams, no past, no need to pretend.
But I carry all I know,
And that makes my life feel slow.
Maybe the bug is closer to peace,
It lives, it dies, and all will cease.
But I, who think and dream and try,
Fear to live—and fear to die.
mocking bird on branch
leaves dance with body movements~
solo performance
in the autumn morn
a chickadee visiting
~ love upon the wing
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
But beauty cannot shield a soul bruised by goodbye,
For even the loveliest wings can’t teach a heart to fly.
He kissed her in spring, with hands laced in flame,
Then left her in silence, forgetting her name.
The garden remembers the lies he told,
Each petal a secret, each stem growing cold.
She sips the nectar now bitter with regret,
A trace of the love she cannot forget.
Her wings beat slower in the dying light,
Hope bleeding out with the fall of night.
A fairytale wilted, a dream turned to dust—
She blooms with pain, in sorrow and rust.
robins, cardinals
wings sing through a gentle breeze ~
spring’s rhythmic applause
a sure sign of spring
red stripes like glowing ensigns
the male marks his tree
Born prickly crawler
cocooned transformation
Awaken. Ascend.
Still love those wings who cut the air
A freedom to fly
People adored my beautiful wing pair
Colour was radiant - like morning sky
Used to feel like celeb when they chased-still unaware
Those affection were only for wing -where i used to rely
Used to have bundle of affection and care
Were a beautiful social butterfly ??
Went to a beautiful face
Thought they love me from the core
Surprise - they changed the case
Cried in pain - cause my beautiful wing they tore
Sitting on a flower - leaving the trace
Nobody recognised - made my heart sore
Suddenly strong storm chased
Mumbled what's more ?
The black storm made me rest on home
Days of rest my wings started to come
Smiled but after min it faded
Noticed wing - it's now black with the spots of bloody red
For even solitude my wing still exist
Everything silent it's their beauty in this
Learnt to fly inward where peace resides
Converted a social butterfly to home fly with universe inside
Thanks
Fervid thoughts fill my heart as I sleep.
It overflows with emotions tonight
for a secret love I've kept fathoms deep,
avowed only in the Sonnets I write.
In poetry we share the flames of desire
and his arms tremble with the need of me.
Passion kindled 'til there's a blazing fire.
My whispers are sighs in an urgent plea.
I've pages of rhymes about love's yearning,
and dancing with him 'neath a pale gold moon.
I imagine his touch leaves me burning
to free my love from its confined cocoon.
Take wing, my heart and fly without delay
The secret long kept; I must now convey.
Butterfly ballet
Onyx eyes colorful death
Ants feast on white wings
Yeah! Far away your love can fly,
But forget not, I have a wing,
My hands can swim the sky so high,
To be there on your throne as king.
Yeah! Far away your love can fly,
But forget not, I have a wing,
Like stars, I'll twinkle in your sky,
Many sweet songs, my mouth would sing.
Yeah! Far away your love can fly,
But forget not, I have a wing,
So, to your love, I can't say bye,
Since loads of love my heart will bring.
27th October, 2024.
Across the sky at end of day
I watched as birds set off home
to roost. Straight home with no doubt
Direct through pink flush sky but look
One bird at the back desperate
Flapping double time to keep up
With the confident the strong the bold.
Oh dear bird with broken wing
You are the bravest of the lot.
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