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Isabel Grace Oct 2019
Circle like a hawk possessed
-of some imaginary thing.
Some glimpse of shine-value
Of money-tender caress

And magpie-madness you go
Down, down, deep down-fall
Not to catch yourself - for you are too
-Far - gone low

Nothing is there, there never was
But the flurry-chaos of autumn sprung crunch
Of dissociation and dissipated-
Dreams.
Donna May 2019
I looked out window
and a magpie flew by and
said ‘Good Morning’
I know the old saying goes if u see one magpie it means sorrow , I have to differ this and say if you see one magpie its mean independence , strength , positivity , contentment , light, new day  Well it’s just how I feel anyway , magpies are truly beautiful birds one of my fav too **
David Jan 2019
From the first time I saw you,
I've been dazzled in my soul,
you brought the light of truth in my mind,
the hope of a flourishing future
and an everglow of love in my heart.
I no longer felt the sufferings of hell,
but the pleasures of the seventh sky of heaven
and I used to live finally free
from the ignorance and the foolishness of which I was sick.

Everyday is an immense pleasure to talk with you,
your voice fills my heart
and my whole soul with a pure happiness
that words can't touch
and everyday I wait for you to talk to me again,
I wait for the magpie to sing again
and every night, I sit down and I see you,
your sky, your moon, your stars
and the wind that reminds me how big are the time and the space that separate us.
And when leaves roar under your moonlight,
I start to despair, asking to myself if I will ever see you one day,
but if there is a sure thing, if there will ever be another love after this one,
the light that you left inside me will never expire.
Neither wind nor earthquakes nor eruptions will wipe away what you left me,
a dim light, but eternal, with a power that can't belong to this world,
where everything is dust,
where everything flies away,
where everything ends.

Not even when I'll die it will go away,
because love is immortal,
it unites and creates
and you're the proof of it,
everyday I think of you,
everyday I love you.
Alexis Jan 2019
Today I learned if you break your ankle you can still walk on it. 

Your body will take months to heal, but you won’t know it.

Your body does not cease to function

despite the fact that part of you has broken.  

I thought the body was fragile but often

a fracture disguises itself as a strain. Stranger, we haven’t talked

in quite a while. I miss you more than I care to admit.

Let me reintroduce myself. I am the postage stamp girl,

who only started sending letters again yesterday.

I am the spearmint gum girl, who you didn’t know in the summer.

If the swelling last for months, and in the end, it turns out to

not be broken, you’re supposed to go to physical therapy.

You stretch the pulled tendons, trying to mold

them back into shape, to fix where you rolled them out of place.

In all honesty, you confuse me. One minute 

you are so formal, all social cues and social norms.

At other times, in other minutes, you are

something different. That different thing softer and some how

both more shy and more confident.
This was not supposed to be about you, but I

can’t avoid the fact that you’ve worried me
lately. Worried me more than my potentially

broken ankle. Maybe you’re just tired, it’s that
time of year. Lord knows, I’m exhausted.

I’ve always been too stubborn to admit when
I’ve hurt myself. I say the broken parts are just a little

dented. I wish I could give you my confidence.
It might be false, but maybe it’d do you some


good. You are not an object of my pity,
I am quite sure you are fine on your own.

And yet, I want to show you that I care and so I tripped

head on into and not only knocked you over but scared you off.

Note to self: Mind the steps. With a hurt ankle and a magpie
for a heart, it’s dangerous to go walking into other people’s lives.
Deb Jones Mar 2018
She seems like a bumble bee
Quick and flighty

Her eyes always flitting
Her gaze ever flirty

People are drawn to her
They love her liveliness and charm

Her attention casually given
So lovely and warm

Her words are like wine
You feel heady and drunk

You want to be closer
To be noticed and loved

It's so warm
That attention of hers

But she is looking for treasures
Assessing worth

She collects hearts
No matter the cost

Being caught in her net
Doesn't feel bad

The knowing look in her eyes
Doesn't offend

It's like having a secret
Unknown to the rest

What no one sees
Is that gaze they admire

Is furtive and restless
Tallying the tolls

Assessing treasures
To line her nest

Taking and using
Her charm is all gilt

A thin layer of gold
Covering her soul

Do you never wonder why
Most of her crowd are men?

She is a Magpie
She has collected you
Lewis Hyden Nov 2018
A spark is lit in cinders
That alights into a ball of outrage
True to the cause. "They
are at fault, this much is known,"
But is quickly forgotten. Like magpies,

Utterly self-removed, we forget
And collect more shiny things.
Women of ice dance in glass trays
As society's polite reminder:
'Be distracted, please.'
A poem about society.
#6 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.

© Lewis Hyden, 2018
Simra Sadaf May 2018
the first time he held her hand,
he wished for it to last an eternity,
somewhere far away,
a magpie sang a song joyful and lovely.
BlancaNigrida Feb 2018
A feather flutters to the floor,
And as it lands I hear it roar.
Scrape of talons on the bark,
A sonic boom here in the dark.

Through the night two lovers run,
Wishing for warmth from the sun.
But when I say the night is done,
The love is gone, there's only one.

With two the darkness is exciting,
Absorb the flesh and let the night in.
With one the stars seem only frightening,
Blinded by the day, can't let the light in.

One thing to do, to stumble on,
To sing the magpie's lonely song.
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