Winged Poems

Remembering Winged Warrior

Four and a half years ago we lost a fine poet, 
a knightly gentleman, and a friend to many of us.  
I'm reposting my tribute to him today.  

Warrior is an adjective used for a hero or a knight
I knew one, briefly, whose wings have taken flight
Not just a fine poet was John,

Spring Sun Hiku 19

                     Spring Sun Hiku 19      
                        

Red winged black bird

Red-wing blackbirds symbolize protection, good luck, and even prosperity. They’re a reminder that something else is out there watching over us and guiding us when necessary - Quote by Vanessa K. Eccles
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Zorro of lakeshores, coasts,
waterholes amidst tall reeds
Redkissed on wings, nicely earned
proud yellow shining badges,
worries so much over his
subdued, streaky brown missus
bossing around claiming digs,
ruling

WINGED ARCHIPELAGO

Green waters circumscribe an island’s pallid face,   
Hexagons of light, scattered jewels on the waves.   

Earthly hues, against litharge seas, shimmering gleam;
Albatross wings glide, an immaculate blue dream.

The scene suspends time, and worldly cares release - 
A whisper for the human eye, a quiet aurora’s peace.

Winged Angels

“When a cardinal appears in your yard, it’s a visitor from heaven.”
-author Unknown


Daylight begins with a sweet chorus of angels with wings

Bat

A bat cries differently,                                                   

The winged wanderers

The birds, I saw
soaring high in the azure sky
of the countryside,
drifting softly through the air
beyond my sight.

Over the mountain,veiled in mist
where the rivers flow
and valleys twist,
they might have journeyed.

When they were no longer seen,
an emotion began to stir,
a metaphor of freedom's call
to the boundless skies.

My heart ached with longing
for journeys they could make,
their freedom song
a

Black Winged Angel

You lift weary spirits with open arms,
Your black wings, a veil, wrap the lost in their dreams,
In the stillness of night, where the starlight redeems.  

archangel of ebony, fierce and sublime,
In twilight's embrace, you transcend the confines of time,
You light up the void, where hope seems to wane,
A guardian of hearts, in love and

Glass Winged Dreams

I tried to fly without white wings
I cried inside with soul dying
Broken spirit broken dreams
Can you hear it my black heart screams

I was asleep and yet awake
Nightmares so deep they escape
The well in me the hell in me
Tormented spirits keep jailing me

I hide my heart in my shoe
Like it is money or gold’s fool
I walk

Glass Winged Butterfly

glass winged butterfly 
very lovely when it flies 
pretty on green "land"

Dan's Favorite Birds - 5 of 10 - Green-winged Teal

The green-winged teal is both cute and fat
And likes to seek food upon a mudflat.
He is known to eat a stem or a seed.
When he eats maggots, should I intercede?

Winged Invaders

  Their ghastly buzzing’s in the air
    targeting vegetation everywhere
  They dive-bomb and guillotine
    anything and everything green

  Prodigious throngs of winged invaders
    escaping from the ground
  Moving in dark clouds of death
    engulfing whatever’s around

  They may

Sea's Truth

As she sings, the sea agrees to feed the night its breathless light, softer than the fading shadows, silent like the nocturnal words - drifting through eternity, more than fantasy, more than imaginary dreams ~ quote by poet

Drifting through this sea of pearlescent energies,
Soft feathers from winged warriors float through the skies,
Embracing my soul, the

Winged Burning Bush

Ridged, broad and corky wings.
Translucent—your yellow
Iris sits behind the morning veil.

Short season of striking
color. Greed spurs you, or hope
Huddled against the bursting

Of a cursed idea. It will
Spread like children, carried
By the breeze that tickles

Your lobed capsules. They catch
Like sails. You would unfurl and fly
Instead, dragging your webbed feet

In the face of becoming, pallid 
Bolts of

Winged Snowflakes

Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch.
The earth lies under your freezing clutch.
You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun,
And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fun.

Fluffy snowflakes on feathery wings unfurled,
Fall gently and silently over the sleeping world.
First they come slow and then in torrential showers fast,
As if

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