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Donna May 19
Pigeons on rooftops
Standing still staring at sky
A moment treasured
I love pigeons on rooftops so lovely to watch x
Madhumita Apr 7
Two eggs in winter –
Two baby pigeons chirping –
Two feathered fledgelings –
One took wing and flew away –
One lay stiff the next morning.
NaPoWriMo Day 7
Poetry form: Tanka
Donna Mar 28
Pigeons are cooing
Sweet daffodils blossoming
And I sipping tea
:)been in my garden tis a  lovely sunny day **
Juan Bot Feb 23
Lying in the darkness,
rests two pigeons.

They do not see.
They do not hear.
They do not speak.
They only look at the figures,
Dancing in the darkness.

A spectacle of tapping echoes the room,
Arms flail,
heads bobble,
Voices sing.

But the pigeons do not hear it.
They are not deaf,
But they force themselves to be.

They quack at the madness,
Like no other deaf, immobile, anosmia-filled birds,
But they do not know they are quacking,
As if the brain is a faucet,
Only letting water out, but never any water in,
because of some unseen force.

The darkness travels,
until the sun crawls across the edge of the world,

the pigeons fly toward the escaping darkness,
still squablling.

The dancing figures vanish,
Nowhere to be seen;
They are now at the other side of the world,

Until the pigeons come again...
A compelling story of ignorance and suffering. Of betrayal and sacrifice. Of escape and reestablishing. Of an endless cycle forever to doom humanity.
Donna Dec 2018
Winter raindrops fell
Window wipers swished swished swished
Pigeons sat on roofs
Donna Oct 2018
Pigeons on rooftops
No matter the weather they
always spread there wings
Donna Sep 2018
Pigeons in a tree
All resting on one tree branch
Pooing on a car
Been to work today with my Dean cleaning up a big drive and saw three pigeons in a tree and the neighbour next door wasn't please as they been pooing on his car ,  it did make me smile but I did feel for the owner of the car too **
The pigeons are sad

The pigeons saw that

The future comes with bad

The pigeons were telling that

The prophets born here

The prophet know that

It is the land of kind

, welfare and tied

The religions at that land

The assembly of religions

The peace between nations

Were established there

Here was the prophet David

Who the mounts the trees ,

The stones and  the birds,

Repeated his prays

He governed with justice

After him ,Solomon was gotten

He governed with justice

The welfare had increased

And the peace with there

The Romans occupied it

And the injustice appeared

The killing and the theft

Were actually increased

Here was born Jesus

Who invited to peace

At shortest and clear

That was not admired

By Romans or Jewish

Who were there

They planned to **** him

The land became unfair

The decreasing of welfare

The increasing of fear

Till the new nation appeared

The new religion increased

It called for justice

It led to peace

The Muslims achieved a victory

As they built a great glory

And they blockaded the land

The patriarch man said,"

We didn’t give the keys

Except to your leader

Who is justice’s famous"

They wore one of soldiers

The smartest cloth

They introduced him

As the prince of Insurers

as the caliph of Muslims

The greatest patriarchs said,"

That is not the man we did

Actually knew and have red

At our book that mentioned

Him actually as we saw awake."

The leader of soldiers ordered

To sent a letter to the caliph

At bright city wide distance

As he wanted to keep blood

Out of bleeding

He wanted not to ****

The innocent people

He didn’t want to bore

His name over death

His religion ordered them

To save the innocent people

To the caliph to came

The caliph and a servant  moved

The leader of the greatest land

At that time, at that moment

From the kind and light city

He read the yassin of holy

Quran that equals twenty


For riding the donkey

And his servants walks only

Then the caliph got off only

And the servant rode the donkey

And they read the yassin for away

To count and know time

And mention the God only

Then the caliph and servant  also

Walked with their donkey

To rest it also

They keep reading yassin only

Till they reached near the holy

City that mentioned with  holy

In Quran with great respect

The turn is on the servant  

To get  that donkey rode

And the caliph would walk

He said," my prince! I must

Get down and you must

Ride that donkey"

He said," then I will be called

Injustice caliph led the insurers

To be injustice at every talkers

And it is your turn

If the air came to me smelt

With good smell than yours

If the water I drink

Have more delicious than yours

If I created from mud

Made of silver and gold

I will rode that animal

And you must go walker

Ride it my good insurer"

The soldiers saw him

They did great clutter

They wanted to salute him

The patriarch said with amazed,"

See what is that noise?

He looked and said

That is him , that is him!"

The patriarch went and looked

He counted patch in his

The cloth of the greatest prince

Of the greatest Nation motioned

At the ancient, at the present

He said," you are who is mentined!

You are the caliph

"Omar" was the caliph

He gave them the safe deal

That mentioned by his name

The patriarch gave him the keys

Of  Jerusalem to him

The time for afternoon pray came

The caliph prayed out the church

The patriarch said

Why you didn’t pray at that

Place at the inner of the church

Omar said if I prayed here

The Muslims after that

Say "Omar" prayed here

And they took it

To be a mosque indeed
there is walkaways a chance to achieve a peace. if we catch it
Gray Jun 2018
I once had a little bird named Milton.
Let me tell you, he was certainly not a villain.
As a matter of fact that guy was sweeter than most kittens.
He used to play around with all of the local pigeons.
Man, i sure did love that little Milton.
Michelle Argueta Feb 2018
on a diner tv i watched a report
about a woman who found an injured bird
and saved it.
it was a slow news day, just afternoon fluff but
there’s something remarkable about someone,
a new yorker, no less,
who walks slow enough to notice the pigeons,
who sees one that’s hurt, and stops,
who, with two good hands, picks it up,
and keeps it warm against her chest,
who strokes its head, smooths its feathers,
tells it “soon, you’ll feel better”,
tells it things will be OK,
who takes the uptown C train
to bring it to a shelter,
and doesn’t care about the fare,
about the blood on her isotoners,
or really, even, about the reporter
who asks her why she would bother,
to which she answers
“what, you wouldn’t?”
i was having lunch alone at a diner in forest hills and this news story came on the tv and it just struck me, idk, enjoy
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