#eagle poems on Hello Poetry

eleanor prince Dec 2016

as one stage empties
slow shuffle exit
another curtain will
rise

waiting for that spark
an instant in time
silent explosion
within

stylus on rock face
outline of past forms
a mountain's sudden
call

as eagle marks
still moments
above a darkened
gorge

brooding dawn
fights clouds'
urgent
cries

and man's spirit
lifts high and
at last
flies

free

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Sometimes poems don't easily flow for a time. Perhaps we are trying to have each one just perfect. This off the cuff poem arose spontaneously and is dedicated to Kamala from poetfreak.com (ending 31/12/16) who has wonderful talent. This is my welcome poem to him if he finds his way here:
Take care - you are a brilliant poet - it sits there waiting for that spark - a turn of the head, a cloud formation, a child's sudden laugh on distant wind, the roar of a river...
an eagle soaring steady, ominous, yet beautiful - as a sullen dawn over a brooding sea - ah! I feel it stir in you - it is there...
for you are a true poet, my friend, so let it fly free...!
I found this pic on Flickr to accompany this post - it's worth viewing: https://www.flickr.com/photos/visbeek/4079078904/in/photolist-GGYAEj-zPqzkH-C6vKbQ-tUkRHr-tBTyRn-tBTyre-u5ffKz-sXjLhh-7dsm3C-nNmfSZ-5XmwwH-nJcEhR-GRkyQQ-rAKyje-6hfKbn-9RWR7c-aZugaB-cYE9bm-96nk4X-5TS2fP-tUtcM6-s51CHE-tpkJAo-tvC4gD-uvYmuC-xQijbn-tLgSWL-syvu

#time #clouds #flying #waiting #explosion #gorge #eagle #urgent #brooding #darkened

Mane Omsy Oct 2016

Views (waves)

Listen to the waves
They don't stop trying
Eating the shore slowly
They gain what they came for

Every time I place my leg
I go down and feel drowning
Staying there, never moving
Watching the eagles fishing

#life #beautiful #nature #stay #strong #sea #view #waves #lessons #eagle

xmxrgxncy Sep 2016

Anybirdie

I introduced the birds to the flock
the dove was awkward, the sparrow, excited

but the falcon towered
and the partridge left
and the starling was left to cry
with the eagle just standing by

and who, you ask, who, who am I?

I am the flamingo.
Do I belong?
Not I.

I'm starting a bird series because it's easier to talk about events that way.

#dove #eagle #sparrow #partridge #falcon #starling #flamingo

Nelize Sep 2016

My hope in the Mountain

I look up to the mountains
where does my help come from?

sliding rocks, slithering snakes
Life's patches, wailing winds
thorns in my flesh
cliffs taunt my feet
Serpent hisses all the while

all I see is steep punishment
all I feel is lactic burn
the air thin
I have no fleshly kin
"carry me Eagle, fly me high!" I yearned
but Eagle responds echoeingly
"your footprints carried you all the way,
but through the Way you will have learned"

I look up to the sky
His words lifted me
I look up to the sky
where does my help come from?

Eagle, how high now am thee?
gone is the Serpent
Eagle's cross shaped shadow sweeps over me
bright light above me
"well done my faithful servant"
said the Source where help cometh from

I soar on wings like Eagle,
lactic burn leaves my soul
I run and don't grow weary

I saw where help came from.

#nature #battle #strife #free #spiritual #mountains #soar #struggling #eagle #hiking

Julie Grenness Aug 2016

THE EAGLE......

The Eagle did land,
In the Israelites' hands,
The eagle was candid,
When Our Lord landed,
The brain game's the same,
Humans still play it the same,
Weapons of mass destruction,
Hell is obliteration,
We should aim high, Our Father
Would Peace on Earth rather,
Once upon a lifetime,
In an instant of rhyme,
The Eagle was candid,
When Our Lord landed!

,

Feedback welcome.

#the #eagle #candid #landed

claire blyth Jul 2016

Nature is natural isn't it

Summer breezes
Blowing by
Not freezing
But heating
The big blue sky
The clouds roll on
Past the bright sun

The Eagle flies by
And all the crows follow
Past the man in suit and tie
He's talking on his cellphone
Doesn't know what's going on

The badger and her cub
Buried deep in the burrow
Collects food to eat
Then goes back to hide

I went from high in th Sky to lower on the streets then to underneath the dirt

#sun #dark #nature #summer #clouds #sky #light #phone #crows #eagle

Nelize Jul 2016

Grand Canyon

how great is Your love for rock solid relations
yet in time rocks part through deep canyons

Your waters remain stilled;
Your mystery lies deep
Your raptors fulfilled
Your mountains so steep

how could man survive Your greatness?
even the eagle admires Your vastness!

Your tangerine gaze stares back at the sun
reflecting Your majesty where erosion has spun
its webs of beauty
cold veins are rare
the desert's peace treaty
with the hot bright glare

This is written in pure admiration of the vast and mighty beauty that can be seen in the Grand Canyon. I am in awe of our Creator's ability.

#god #nature #desert #admire #canyon #rock #grand #creator #praise #eagle

Kamarra Adair Brunelle Jun 2016

Mystical Friend

The heat of the sun.
The beat of the drum.
Bells tinging,
Jingles jingling,
Cow Bells ringing,
Children laughing,
Men singing,
A powwow.
An intertribal.
What flies over head?
A mystical friend.
The eagle came to join.
We danced as it flew over us.
It circled watching us from afar.
When it left,
We felt blessed.

The Eagle represents, to the native culture, spiritual protection. As well as carries prayers, and brings strength, courage, wisdom, illumination of spirit, healing, creation, and a knowledge of magic.

#eagle #powow

LJ May 2016

The Eagle and I

An eagle the bird of prey
Clawed at the ground
taking me back to the river
where the tide stroked

An eagle the bird of prey
A ghost of lost faces
showing me the essence
where the love started

An eagle the bird of prey
A weaver of the world
spinning me on the orbit
where the whispers tickled

An eagle the bird of prey
A slur of the speech
talking to me in tongues
where time is out of hand

An eagle the bird of prey
The darkness that stones
showing me the gloom
where aloofness is an ally

An eagle the bird of prey
A companion of my soul
following me when I fall
Inside the pearl of a teardrop

An eagle the bird of prey
A draft of echoey words
writing with me as I type
the muse of fruity letters

#i #muse #eagle

Pauline Morris Mar 2016

In the Sky

The rushed days are slipping by
As I ride this eagle into the sky
Circling the mountains high
Never knowing the reason why
Those of us would pay to die
As the albatross sit and cry
All I can do is stand and sigh
Knowing the end is drawing nigh

#cry #die #sky #sigh #eagle #albatross #nigh