#eagles
If the Sun doesn't Shine
If the Rain doesn't Pour
If the Birds don't Sing
And the Eagle doesn't Soar
Then why am I still waiting!!
FOREvermore!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/21/2022
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC
Two ancient eagles often meet
free and high, celebration dancing our death spiral or mating dance.
Flying over this weeping willow forest lands we found
Our white willow tree bark healing properties own
salicylic acid relieving pains and inflammations.
Our beautiful pendular branches, the weeping willow trees of us, symbols of fertility are; out willow trees grow best by side roads by body of water rivers lakes, or ponds. And us special eagles, mate by the sea.
And like us our willows of life attract scary snakes, but also birds bees butterflies, cocoons moths many diverse birds make a home in us. Our willow trees seem to hide a fertil sadness within.
In our roots, creatures find habitat restauration erosion control and perfect ******** growth of 6 to 8 inches length.
Our willow trees filter poisons grows quickly and live longer with a human touch like ours.
Our weeping willow tree established root systems decontaminating water and soil.
Raindrops drip down our leaves. My weeping is called pillow P****y willow tree.
When our weeping tree grows largest it casts a grave size shadow and a family member goes supernovae or so it's written.
Thank you my weeping willow tree, sweet poet mine for placing baby blankets under our weeping willow tree.
Your invitation uncovered accepted loved and cherished eternally.
To the one poet Sonnet 75 my
True love, this one honors the day my smile captured thine heart, my weeping willow my everything beloved.
~~~
Inspired by a tree of life planted in my honor once upon a time.
~~~
By: Mr And Mrs Andrews
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 1:57 AM UTC
Let the tables turn,
Lost & earned.
Forcing our love apart.
Let the eagles fly,
Love denied...
All seeking hearts to nest.
Enraptured the dove,
Claws mouthed shoved,
There goes your nourishment.
For nature is blamed,
To share shame,
Of the ones we lost most.
Tables all to turn,
What can earn?
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
the ice downs
your life downs
as your appearance
show how you lose
stay up
look at the ice
white his
having fare
and loving here
land
he tells no death
story that tells
that life turns
he wheel serves
the man who suffers
to be upper
live as eagles
who look down
saying, creatures
small as ants
or live as hyena
who eats corpse
and smell worse
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
I can soar on Eagle’s wings
And see the wider view it brings
My heart in happy triumph sings
As I prosper daily
I can see with keener eye
From my vantage point on high
I can bid my doubts goodbye
As I prosper daily
I can answer freedom's call
And with my acts give help to all
No true harm can my way fall
As I prosper daily
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
Celebrating victory
for lots of millionaires
means a whole whole lot
when you can't afford
to cut your hair
Take the knee in protest
it shows you really care
while banking every dollar
why you're paid to even
be there
The rhetoric and semantics
complexities of words
actions meant to mean something
misconstrued distorted
and/or blurred
Let's gauge the effect
what has been accomplished
is life better now
or is it all still
just a wish
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
The miasma and the spectacle
come, and yet, now gone
another year of football dreams
another winner, drawn
Home to ol Liberty, the bell
having hit the super high note
apex of every football dream
contracts to negotiate, and quote
as is, with every
team
Sleep well, Dallas cowboys
sweet dreams to Viking kings
another year, football dreams
of trophies, and the glories
and not just, another
ring
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
A dance
in the
flight ingenious
a team
snare at
yip afield
this fraught
license overland
altogether so
nil in
sides of
play but
torturous slide
as mortals
divisive incline
to march
afoot lawn
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
It's football night America
no one, took a knee
the day is done, we know who won
Eagles, flying free
It's football night, America
no known controversies
the game is set, never fret
Patriots found, the key
We'll know, when the dust settles
just what, and who, will be
living in America
on football night
we'll see
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Eagle's flew out of the night
something, too observe
stretching, straining, every flight
requiring, every, nerve
The Vikings came, and went
unable, to procure
a win, a victory, tonight
unable, too, endure
We'll see, two weeks hence
which symbol will surpass
Eagles or the Patriots
who is first, and who
is last
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
the road gathers itself like a drained old woman,
hunched over rags, beneath the gloomy crag,
sintering as it nears the beach,
worn out through time, impoverished
it has become reflective in the chittering half-light.
Eviscerated by the pawing waves,
contradictory cracks like entrails, hanging out
crushed into solitude , it redefines its continuous retreat.
In the reductive shade
it circumvents the cove, its tarmac withered,
a battered host to foreign weeds.
Sunrise chides the posturing sky, the sulking universal remnants
vanishing in the fenestrated glare. In the near distance, air unravels,
the moving storm exhaling slips of cloud
rapidly swarming like furious flecks of phlegm-sneezed out in perpetuity
between heat and cold.
The road lies entombed beneath a scree, tumbledown stones and dust.
Ramblers and cars have sought and found
an alternative route. The moistened rubble creaks
as liquid gathers in its shifting heart, crawling out in rivulets-the rain
descending like spit,
emolliating the countryside, shifting dollops of fetid mud,
enveloping like a furious aneurysm.
Sea and land entrenched in conflict,
a war of attrition always won by seas, unleashing energy
of mindful apocalypse in the manner of a gentle sigh.
The gaping abscess of scarred promontories tottering
like feverish drunks. The mouthed obscenities of carnivorous
birds radiates throughout the cove pinpointing local
drownings encrusted with salt. Sea upon sea impose themselves
enviously on rampant shorelines feasting on sand and rock. Never ending!
Plunging ever forward like a barren plough, receding, only to
re-site its casual fury-implosion upon explosion.
The road in its sullen retreat
stumbles through narrow valleys speckled
with gloom; trees with yellow flowers
blooming in crinkled shadows,
deer leaping through high-standing grass, mincing
between tall thin trees. Loping down
into the cities, it becomes a tousled high street full
of immigrants, all yearning for the sea.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
I came at first to feel some dread
When eagle wings rushed near my head
His haste forced him to drop his prey
Then move to branches overhead
I thought for sure he’d come my way
To find the prey he’d dropped that day
But no bird came, the prey was lost
And left for game to haul away
The next day came a heavy frost
The shallow creek could now be crossed
The snow clouds pushed their blackness in
Some broken trees an added cost
When snowfall starts and calm begins
I hear some chatter on the wind
An eagle family settling in
An eagle family settling in
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
.
Evergreen tree,
Burning red bushels
Of bark, branches open,
Cloud robed against, beyond
The mighty blue mountains,
Sage colour, rages of green,
Teems immortal as the sun,
Where great eagles landing
To nest in the towering
Chapel of a giant body
Adorn, what was always
Regal, everlasting, true,
Spiraling to the citadels
Of the swirling heavens
And even your crown,
A thrusting spire.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
as they soar
They course the winds and roam
They care not for snow nor rain
They make the clouds their home!
Consider the badger in his den
He worries not for gold
He will fight till his last breath
To defend his hole!
Consider the lion and his pride
They suffer want and lack
But they care naught or give a thought
They will be bouncing back!
Consider the fish within his pool
He worries not for drink
He won't beware for lack of air
He's stronger than we think!
Consider the wildflower
The bravely climbing rose
She will, in gloom, put forth her bloom
And cover trees in floes!
Consider the canine!
Consider the mighty horse!
They don't amend the name of friend
they're better ones of course!
Consider kingdoms of the wild
Do you find it odd?
They worry not. Give nothing thought
*They just depend on GOD*.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/19/2016
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
you can't hide
your lyin' eyes
and your smile
is a thin disguise
i thought by now
you'd realise
there ain't no way
to hide your lyin' eyes.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
Evergreen tree,
Burning red bushels
Of bark, branches open,
Cloud robed against, beyond
The mighty blue mountains,
Sage colour, rages of green,
Teems immortal as the sun,
Where great eagles landing
To nest in the towering
Chapel of a giant body
Adorn, what was always
Regal, everlasting, true,
Spiraling to the citadels
Of the swirling heavens
And even your crown,
A thrusting spire.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Evergreen tree,
Burning red bushels
Of bark, branches open,
Cloud robed against, beyond
The mighty blue mountains,
Sage colour, rages of green,
Teems immortal as the sun,
Where great eagles landing
To nest in the towering
Chapel of a giant body
Adorn, what was always
Regal, everlasting, true,
Spiraling to the citadels
Of the swirling heavens
And even your crown,
A thrusting spire.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Pink bubbles
Flow from the bathtub
All sizes
Yet the same
Soaring like mighty eagles
Then they just go POP!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Wouldn't you love to see
An eagle on a park bench?
He came down because
he didn't want to be alone;
High up in the skies he was alone.
The eagle wept because
he was afraid to fall.
High up in the clouds with everyone below
there would be no one to catch him.
He knew his wings weren't as strong,
as they said. The only thing holding him
together is resolve. Wings break
the same as hearts,
So he would follow his tears down
as they fell.
To the park bench
on a sunny day.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Evergreen tree,
Burning red bushels
Of bark, branches open,
Cloud robed against, beyond
The mighty blue mountains,
Sage colour, rages of green,
Teems immortal as the sun,
Where great eagles landing
To nest in the towering
Chapel of a giant body
Adorn, what was always
Regal, everlasting, true,
Spiraling to the citadels
Of the swirling heavens
And even your crown,
A thrusting spire.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC