#falcon
I love birds,
I love the way their feathers glide with the wind
I love how sweet the tunes they sing are
I love birds
birds are so wild and free
and I wish I could soar above the clouds like they do
dive toward the ground like a falcon
or sweetly sing as beautifully as a robin
I love birds
how freely they fly
I love birds
the relationship they have with the sky
how they aren't shy to show off their wings as beautiful as they are
oh to be a bird flying so high
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
we kip through all the ****** on the news
i left the device on a radio channal
awoke to it burning up static and turned it off
silence as falcon overviews us
ultraviolet sight
looking for neon spots and trails of *****
markings that may betray the entrance of our dwelling
i put the kettle on
our voices are clayed
by our
confessing inner multitude
but they're recorded all the same
i pour a cup of tea
our pattern of submission
is signal tweaked
maintainance by murmers
****** thorough
through our glacial surrender
i take a sip
silence as
aided by the clear weather
a drone nips out its choice targets
we were not selected
neither us or any neighbour
but far away ;
a story heard on the device
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 6:24 PM UTC
Tremble
by Michael R. Burch
Her predatory eye,
the single feral iris,
scans.
Her raptor beak,
all jagged sharp-edged ******
juts.
Her hard talon,
clenched in pinched expectation,
waits.
Her clipped wings,
preened against reality,
tremble.
Published by The Lyric, Verses Magazine, Romantics Quarterly, Journeys, The Raintown Review, Poetic Ponderings, Poem Kingdom, The Fabric of a Vision, NPAC—Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poet’s Haven, Listening To The Birth Of Crystals (Anthology), Poetry Renewal, Inspirational Stories, Poetry Life & Times, MahMag (Iranian/Farsi), The Eclectic Muse
Keywords/Tags: Tremble, predator, raptor, hawk, eagle, falcon, talon, beak, wing, preen, preened, preening
Ordinary Love
by Michael R. Burch
Indescribable—our love—and still we say
with eyes averted, turning out the light,
"I love you," in the ordinary way
and tug the coverlet where once we lay,
all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering, white ...
indescribably in love. Or so we say.
Your hair's blonde thicket now is tangle-gray;
you turn your back; you murmur to the night,
"I love you," in the ordinary way.
Beneath the sheets our hands and feet would stray
to warm ourselves. We do not touch despite
a love so indescribable. We say
we're older now, that "love" has had its day.
But that which Love once countenanced, delight,
still makes you indescribable. I say,
"I love you," in the ordinary way.
Winner of the 2001 Algernon Charles Swinburne poetry contest; published by The Lyric, Romantics Quarterly, Mandrake Poetry Review, Carnelian, Poem Kingdom, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Famous Poets and Poems, FreeXpression, PW Review, Poetic Voices, Poetry Renewal and Poetry Life & Times
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 5:25 AM UTC
A killer spread his wings above my sky
Falcon from the top of the hill
Nested so close
I'm watching him soar
knowing
We are all prey
No one cares about the killers anymore
The silence is his gold
Speed in his blood
He keeps me doing what i want
Keeping my eye up in the sky
As he watches me
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
i think i often represent the butterfly i so often speak of
frail and weak in every step- my plain brown wings are just like the papery disgusting skin i want so badly to break out of, revealing my clearwinged beauty. but i've adapted to this form- i've changed. who cares for being disgusting- better to simply scare away the predators with my big nose and buggy eyes. who cares for being unloved- i do, for solitide is survival in this concrete jungle.
but i know better.
i am no graceful, gentle butterfly. satyrs are still lovely, despite being different, and i am not lovely. i know that these white wings cannot and will not be silenced. the beating drum behind me says otherwise. i am not butterfly. i am a falcon, and i do not dare hide behind a mask of a face. no-
i fight and claw my way out of it.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
so well choreographed the performance
spectacular shapes they perfectly make
soaring up then dipping down this sky dance
synchronized on a collective feather's take
outstanding describes every single formation
orchestrated with an amazing flight's wing
over the countryside you'll see the murmuration
on staying together it repels a falcon's ping
utilizing the waving motion's code of sway
unbalancing any hungry prey by such skill
utmost this inventive pattern's display
undulations devised in an expert drill
the ballet on high is ever so terrific
trooped starlings cleverly will bluff
they'll outsmart predators prolific
trancing them with adept birdie stuff
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
The falcon, too, was once earth-bound,
And scared to leave the solid ground;
(How curious, to be afraid,
To use the wings that you were given;)
But she joined hands with her own terror,
And let it lead the path to heaven;
(How glorious, to understand,
To use the power of your demons.)
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
Finger at the blue in the sky
Say I want be like that guy
You say you want me to fly
Like the falcon in the sky
Floating, soaring and climbing
Touching white clouds of heaven
But fog chokes the clean lining
Mists like comics with no timing
Yet I can’t understand why
My wings have to still be tied
Down steel chained to the ground
Can’t move on to new chapters
When the pages are bound
Cuts are bandaged by laughter
It’s that why I rest at the nest?
And you stopped the beat in my chest?
I want that heart of a lion
Instead there’s chicken in my breast
Yes, when I was hatched I was immobile
Pure and noble yeah no sight no vocals
Kept me alive never en danger
But now fam-iliar is the stranger
See brown leaves fall and drift from trees
Bark ripped open soil has frozen
Branches broken missing me
By a couple of feet I’m beat
My feet are perched, ready to drop
Will I hit the ground or see the top?
***** for you I found the key to the lock
Ya see when I want open doors I don’t knock
Eyes closed and dived, felt like I died
Til the wind caught me for a ride
Touches my tongue breeze fills my lungs
Arms now glide, I become alive
Rising, plateauing, descending
Wings can't brake, till my brash bones break
Tears fall beside me befriending
Me, close to my face, my ending
Ladybug bums buzz hovering
Below my beak, two hit my cheek
Flashback when there was smothering
Ate treats of sweets and flesh at my peak
Now how can I flap forever?
Mood severed, Rain struck the weather
Rain drops plop on me like puddles
That and oil in my feathers
I look back and hear organs playing
Baby chicks clinging, Gospel singing
Knees dove deep in bark they were staying
Rain dropped she thought God heard her praying
Let her have his shy reply that’s brief
Let her have peace and hours of sleep
There’s no need for her sighs of relief
Have brain release, there’s no deceased
Looking forward I need to land
Eyes skipping off until I’m crossed
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
And from the fire that had burned her
So many times before
She raised as ashes
Unbreakable as ever
And flew like a falcon
To hunt down and ****
The ones who incinerated her
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
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.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
From beyond the clouds,
cavalier and unattached,
sneaking past the yawn of temple bell
woken up from sleep,
trespasses a doomed note
pitched like flight of a falcon
fresh from its swoop on prey,
strumming on the discord in a lonely heart,
stoking once more
the hunger and anger of
an eternal yearning...
...Ah! My ears. They pick up the cruel flute. Here it comes, to ladle my pain. Not again. Not again.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Above, this morning, on another plain
Over bogland and tundra rising snows drift
Darting birds white, unlike you, they strain
Fleeing on wing to save some earthen kin.
Blood runs as they race, your shadows cast,
Their hearts beating to some distant dawn.
Under the pale sun, white burns on their backs,
Daylight sings, their ears are horned, little faun
White as snow, the prince of the sky is blessed
On high by drops of rain, and dusted freeze,
Then blood and breast sacrament and eucharist,
Their tale ends in glory, risen as a breeze.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Langhuiris,
Hailed by your power.
Beside Bhafel the ill,
Cause chaos and fire.
Beyond a shaman,
Only power of the Falcon.
Shall save Erinn,
From the War of the Fomors.
Ruairi,
Will await her arrival.
Precious Triona's dead knight.
Move on and reconcile.
He will fight,
Ending the fire.
Ending the hell,
But destroying the Goddess.
Thy Falcon,
Thou must saveth Morrighan.
To keep balance,
In Erinn.
The soul stream call,
To its Guiding Hero.
Man and Woman,
Will Save this world.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
The falcon flying high above
Keen eye on unaware prey
Its hostile eyes scanning each move
Oblivious of impending danger
Hovering above it with stealth
Wings spread wide in elegance
Swooping down with speed
Hunting its prey with beak and talons
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC