Blue Bird ― Blue Hue ― Blue Moon ― Sky Blue Skies

Jun 2018

Christopher Victor Russon

It's such a pleasant morning
I'm not going to do a thing
I am sitting drinking coffee
I see a lovely display of wings.

I love these early mornings
My working days now done
Watching birds of every kind
They really are such fun .

The crows they are going crazy
There are thousands in the air
But the pigean on my bird stand
He isn't going anywhere.

Now a black bird he is gliding
In harmony with the breeze
He doesn't seem to worry much
He takes refuge in the trees.

What ever happened to the sparrows
We don't see them anymore
They always used to be around
A little bird that I adore

Maybe there is a message
In the way that these birds sing
Take note of there morning chorus
And there lovely display of wings.

I live on a place called the wood and my house is surrounded by trees
And that means birds. birds of every kind.I sat relaxing drinking a coffee
And their were birds of every kind flying outside my window
Crows seagulls magpies robins and wood pigeons

Jun 2018

BMG

It’s about Choices

I didn't stop missing you.
I didn't wake up one day
and decide everything
was going to be okay.

I didn't just decide
to not love you.
I just decided
to let go of you.

I stopped making excuses
Stopped making them for you.
I stopped convincing myself
I was right in holding on.

I was so sure
No one could tell me different
I really thought I knew our fate.
I was wrong.

I put my faith
where it should of been all along.
I let go of your words
and trusted my own.

I asked the sky
to point me in the right direction.
When it answered me,
When I decided to finally listen.

This is what I heard.

We don't get to control
what is going to happen.
We don't control
what others are going to do.

However we aren’t
helpless
we do get to control what we do
about our own feelings.

I think I'll always wonder what we were.
What we could of been.
Yet, we aren't that.
We aren't anything at all.

That's the only point that matters now.
I lost myself
I was always there for you.
I lost myself in trying to find you.

Trying to fix us or
what I believed we would always be.
I lost myself
I spent my entire being saving you.

I failed at that
Saving who I thought you were
but I didn't fail the lesson.
I am still here

I didn't give up,
I gave in.
I gave in to what I didn't get to choose.
I gave in, and let myself fall.

On one hand
I didn't choose to love you,
On the other hand
I do get to choose to live my life
with or without you.

I choose me.
I choose my life.

#choose #choice #love #moveon #heart #life

Jun 2018

harlon rivers

Towards the waning midnight sunset

I saw the sun steep
into the seascape ―
lonely as a drowning
    wave
         on still-waters

the dimming of the day
rescinding evanescent daylight                                                                  .
fading with the slack tide
         lost at sea ―
a gloaming moment
         let fall from
the remains of the day,
like some other passing
sea bird's molted feather
drifts away untamed

I sit silent as the driftwood
lingering at the watermark,
watching a random gust
    erase the footprints
of another recurring day,
bearing abandoned memories
    and vacant heartbeats,
atrophied in the drifting sands

    and I see you walking
    towards the abating
    midnight sunset ―
         but I know
    you're just a mirage;
like the dimming afterglow
of so many waning moons
            elapsed

ever-changing tides grow low
and promises made lightly
         do ebb away

Scanning the distant horizon ―
    a blindfold heart
    mooning all at sea;
parsing a deserted shoreline,
    wondering if love
          is too late ,..
    to stem the tide ―

        harlon rivers

      30   May   2018

Note: apologies for the inconsistent reading, posts and replies. Internet access comes and goes out here off the grid. Thank you for taking a look through the words― h.a. rivers

Chronological TRAVELOGUE collection:
9 of some more here; published & unlisted

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/27104/travelogue/
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#ninilchik #alaska #travelogue #midnightsun #thoughts #allatsea #you #unhealed #pothole #lowroad

Jun 2018

Audrey Hillary Smith

The house on the water

Can't remember the last time I got paid
Lost my worldly goods
Now I am stranded
By the house on the water

The river is the only thing
That moves real fast
As time nestles in.
Life seems normal
On the water
Like an everyday occurrence

I got laid last night
Drew my mind-set around my body
Down through my toes
The river keeps coming from nowhere
More and more
My mind is reeling like a movie
From your touch last night

The morning starts
With mist on the water
The wintery bare trees
Hold the mist at bay
Like a man sitting smoking
In a dim and crowded room
Just waiting for something
Gray and bad-lunged p
And slow to move the day along

That cold sun pulls back
The ice like curtain
Man, you got to see the sun
Another day by the water
And I ain't got no work and no pay

By midday no one's calling
But the ducks that skim the water
The rocks can't hold back the river
Hushing sound of water
I try to think of something else
But baby, your power
Has me someplace else

Picture you naked as you were
Got to have you, got to be there
All the time
It's your distance
That keeps killing me
And the waiting by the river

Call you, got to call you
From the house on the water.

#lovewaterloneliness #passionhousesmokepicture #trees #midday #ducks

May 2018

Kewayne Wadley

Why She Flies

And like a bird
She flies away.
She sings her song in ultimate joy.
Her heart flutters.
Singing what comes to mind.
Soon as she is approached.
She flies away.
The wind beneath her arms.
She goes higher and higher.
Stopping in mid air,
Her arms tired & sore.
The life she deserves isn't far.
Gliding towards the horizon.
Soon as she finds peace.
It is easily disturbed.
Looking around to find the best place.
Seeking shelter she flies further.
Appearances aren't at all what they seem.
For this she is labeled and taken for granted.
Curiously placing one foot in front of the other.
Veering the opposite direction.
Her heart falling faster and faster.
They don't know her worth.
She flies higher and higher

#life #bird #lifesjourney #flying #abstract #seeking #labels #freemind #freedom #adversity

May 2018

saige

This Poem Contains Two Murders

Blue, is the new shade of envy
I watch it bloom as you
Stare into me
Two black holes wearing halos
Of poison ivy
Surely, blue is the new
Shade of envy

Blue, are the hearts I have broken
You were gone, and his arms
Were wide open
No harm done, now he's gone
But your gun is still smoking
Surely, blue are the hearts
I have broken

There is sapphire
Frozen in your eyes
I watch the waters rising over
His dead body

Blue, is the red that I'm seeing
Painted in sparks as you are
Blinded by me
Under your skin, I can feel your blood
Is boiling
Surely, blue is the red
That I'm seeing

There are sapphires
Blazing in your eyes
I'll let the rage keep rising over
My dead body

From the blue, came the shot
That is ringing
True as any diamond
You could ever give me
As you fall, I am caught
By the love in your stare and the
Bullet in between, and now
Blue, are the lips
I am kissing

There are sapphire
Embers in your eyes
I watch the colors dyeing over
Your dead body

There is sapphire
Mirrored in my eyes
Don't leave me, I'm so sorry
There are
Two lovers lying by my side
Surely, God finds mercy over
Somebody

May 2018

Camille lily

Bewitched.

She has marked him..singled him out.
Like a wolf singles out her **** amongst the herd.
She licks her lips, soft pink pout alluring.
She is thirsty, driven in her need for pleasure.
Her breath quickens, eyes intense, inviting, challenging.
She is naked....Soft silhouette of hip and thigh in the half light.
******* small and firm, jutting proud with their rose tipped peaks.
Back arched, graceful curve meandering to buttocks rounded as fruits.
She raises an eyebrow ever so slightly.
An invitation to taste the sweet river of her core.
To dip his fingers in her salty cavern, velvet soft moist pinkness.
Hidden gem within parted white thighs.
He is transfixed in her cool blue gaze.
Drawn by her girlish innocence.
Seduced by her hedonistic desires.
The mix irresistible, drawing him in with her carefree abandon.
He plunges to her salty depths, she writhes and moans with pleasure.
Her cries primeval and unrestrained.
Seeking only the exquisite beauty of coupling that is as old as time.
Feeding the fire within until it burns red hot in its intensity.
Passion a madness that is all consuming.
She cleaves to him in the final thrusts,
Spreadeagled, his body finally overpowering hers.
She surrenders, eyes liquid now, soft and content.
Sated.. at least for now...

May 2018

Camille lily

Just A Breath Away.

The stillness is absolute - not a sound.
Not a whisper in the trees although I see them sway in their drunken yet graceful dance.
In the distance blue skies invaded, scores of pairs of wings flapping madly,
Alert to a danger only they can hear.
Zigzag of black bodies, united in their plight.

In my meandering along the riverbank I see the water rise and fall , each little crest tipped with gold , fleeting dalliance with the sun, now low in the sky, ready to give way to her moonlight sister.

As day surrenders to night I am reminded of the silent films - a feast for one sense only.
Ears rendered useless, hungry eyes soaking up every small detail.
In those moments of stillness a near perfect calm engulfs me.

Only to hover like smoke - opaque for seconds then gone.
Fleeting in our meeting - brief pirouette of joy.
Before my return to melancholia.
I know I shall return to stillness.
It’s just a breath away.

May 2018

Antonyme

Whisper

A sound,
caught up in the silence
a mistake by natural cause;
The winds whispering
through the grasses
trying to find an ear to tell
Their secrets
The movement of a domestic cat's ear,
swivelling to catch an unheard vibration;
a voice
Your mind trying to tell you that it was nothing,
yet succumbed to the lie itself
it's tendrils unfurling fully,
controlling more than you'd like
A sound,
caught up in my ear,
Begging
to be heard.