#feeding
Quickly repeated
and high-pitched chirps
came from a branch.
On it, there was a nest,
and in it, there were three
baby crows.
Toward them, came flying
the Raven.
He gave them their food,
and cawed to them
as if telling them what He
had seen.
"A dead person being honored,
a big crowd looking at a couple,
a small crowd around a table,
and another big crowd
singing and then looking at me.
That's what I've seen, and
I'll come back when I've seen more."
The little babies almost cried.
They couldn't yet express themselves,
but their chirps almost sounded
like weeping.
Their father cawed as a farewell,
and then, also sad,
the Raven flew.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
bites are much harsher than their barks – to those who
haven’t swallowed their pride. to bite on other people’s
ideas and dreams; their ideals prove an ideal meal –
_their wealth, fame, influence, status_
surviving on someone else, feeding until your
teeth are boneless - but when it comes to greed,
one finds a way to feed such a need –
_zombies with false teeth._
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 4:54 PM UTC
Flipping, flickering through the air
Darting from branch to branch
Caught at times by the slight breeze
Alighting, picking at plants tiny seeds
But, with one eye always seeking motion
Trees, bushes bound by their deep needs
Bare your weight without a frown
And as you lift to seek another perch
Those branches hardly ever move
So delicate your grasping wee feet
Your eyes so bright and shining
I watch silent as you land at my toes
You and I, we know each other well
Me, I’ve seen you so very many times
Either fathers, mothers, here you dwell
Drop brown bread crumbs for you
See your toes check, before you peck
So I’m lost gazing, my love for you true
Then away you flit, dart back to tree
Leaving me behind, somewhat forlorn
However I know it’s better that you’re free
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
The birds in the backyard often look there for food
and it seems they're doing so lately in a happier mood;
it was just the other day when I mowed the grass
so now they can move easily over it again and pass.
Their activity is done habitually each and every day
and watching them closely seems as if they're at play.
They scrounge on the soil with their beaks and feet
competing at times for some bite and morsel to eat.
When disturbed by a sound they fly up into any tree
away from the threat of danger they scamper and flee.
A human presence would be enough to get them going
particularly when heading in their direction knowing.
It's a bit of a delight to see them at play in their quest
doing what they all have to do to survive hunger's test.
I used to feed them some crumbs on a regular basis
which became a habit for me to them as in an oasis.
Together with water left in a plastic bowl for a drink
they'd a few things going for them one would think.
It was only after the local cats caught onto the idea
with their basic instinct, that food or game, was near.
One of them would come around and hide in the grass
crouching there patiently for the right moment to pass;
if the birds were unaware they would fly down to eat
of the crumbs left for them so their hunger could beat.
The cat seizing on the opportunity then would by surprise
spring up and race after them as food or game in its eyes.
There would be a mad scramble and loud flutter of wings
as the birds, escaping from that danger a predator brings,
would scatter and fly away as fast as they could to where
they'd be relatively safe from the clutches of death there.
Sometimes when looking out the back window I'd see
a cat roaming in the backyard in the shadows of a tree;
this would be enough warning for me to raise the alarm
and get out to try and keep those local birds from harm.
I would do this by chasing the cat away over the fence
so the area would be clear again for the birds I'd sense.
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Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 5:02 AM UTC
Cook for me,
put things in the ***
that make my tongue go
Hello Dolly!
Rock ‘n’ roll flavours
savoury sweet and acid hot
so lips smack and I get lost
It’s not the quantity that counts
just the beguiling intensity
of spice blends, herbs
and the nerve to let the metal smoke
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 11:43 AM UTC
Inspection leads some men
to brief resurrection,
But that course can also
lead to a defection.
There’s often some needing,
for a frenzy of feeding,
When we seek to feast,
on an ego that’s bleeding.
Is it real or some mirage,
lost in forest or garage?
So many casualties of truth,
how can we triage?
And this is that place
too well we all know,
that if you disagree
well that’s just your ego.
And right or wrong
you must submit,
Or be tossed from the circle
a dishonorable ****
How is it we can be so blind,
to not see we are of a kind.
Who run about with desperate shouts,
without a mindful mind.
In the dark I see a wraith
Perhaps a remnant of our faith,
Ephemeral and tinged with rust
Forgotten father of our trust.
I’m not speaking here to thee,
what’s this paradox I see
But you said that, no I did not,
Oh, what a travesty!
Walk a mile in my shoes,
see for yourself what you may lose,
Perhaps you’ll find the fit so right
that it awakes you in the night.
And there you’ll lie and toss and turn,
amidst the loss amidst the burn
Oh, sad child who would not learn
Please say a prayer for me.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Kissing *** left and right
Feeding on the weak, feeding them sweet nothings
Makes you wonder if they can mean anything truly sweet
Kissing *** up and down
Feeding on the weak, feeding them fake respect
Makes you wonder if they can truly respect anything
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
Title; Feeding off their unhappiness
Drop
drop
drop
Bring your silver lined buckets
Catch and gather
Tears for collectors
Clink
Clink
Clink
What's your preference
Sadness so valuable
Happiness now obsolete
Joy
Joy
Joy
Your contentment rising high
Filling your void
Empty buckets make you cry
Silence
Silence
Silence
Too dry a day today
Happiness a comeback
Fill their buckets
Your tears of hate
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
Soma that seeps
flowing
like little creeks
sprinkling
off the edge
wetting
a tongue outstretched
watering
wilted flower beds
feeding
that pretty head
cycling
arid to wetlands
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
She was the ***** of creation,
and her milk seeded the stars.
Purity of white feeding light
into the endless darkness..
Her hair weaving
the constellations together,
a thread of intricate gravity.
Holding every moment
in a unity of creation.
Gazing upon the her gown,
supernovas bursting forth,
the old giving new beginnings to
woven designs, drawn up
before the first stars shone forth..
A mother of a universe, of old and new.
For even one day she will pass,
but until that time she will be the milk
suckling the stars to a life of new birth.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
I Sleep ;
I Slip
In Doze, I Seep out into the Scenes ;
In Potions Deep
In Notions Cold and Preasuring
I Fit and Knit my Crown
I Coral
I Knot and Concrete a Frown
But though I Invite my Efforts
My Thoughting is Leaks and Tearing *
Over Whale but Underwater
I Recover Nothing Reassuring
Slowing to a Pale
In Ocean Cold
My Feedings are Slurring to a Drown
My Motions ; Enwombed and Collected
An Unfoetal, my Body Undertakes a Vulnerable Mould
Above
The Surface
The Ship Blinks, on Fire
And Gifts from the Broken Hold Sink to me
It's all a Wink Directed at me
A Humour
But I am become Prepared Still
For the Next Life
I Discard, Decending Still
A Treat Sunk Below
A Monsterous Breakfast
*note : as in, secreting saline, watery fluid
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
True love is:
A waxwing bird feeding
A cuckoo who was left in her nest
The starving cuckoo is pleading
The waxwing is doing her best.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
She was like the sky,
A scheduled light with the blessed glow from the sun
A huge change, one that showed me darkness can come from light
Like how day can become night
She was like the sky,
A clear blue of sadness and sorrow
They focused on the flaws that clouded her beauty,
But I noticed the millions of stars that shone within her
She was like the sky,
Everyone wants to be the master of the heavens
But she was heaven herself
She was a sky full of so much hope
She was like the sky,
They hated seeing her constantly shine,
Constantly reflect her happy light,
They loved it when she shed,
They took her tears for fulfilling rain,
They prayed for her to cry, to stop all the shine
In order to supply for their desires and pride
She was like the sky,
And now she's more like an endless stream.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
In the long or short expanse of your life
can you say you have become a hero?
I often wonder if I’ll be remembered
for anything important when I’m gone.
No biological children to carry my name
no feats that brought me fame
no bravery to save a life in danger
no building or great wealthy gain
no great status or social changer.
But more and more lately
being considered or thought of greatly
is not my concern.
Now-a-days I ask myself if I’ve taken time
to listen or smile or write a rhyme
to pause for a minute or an hour
to stop, notice and smell a flower?
Have I spoken kindly in a bad mood
or shut up when someone was rude
or let traffic in my lane
or fed my soul as well as my brain?
Today I ask not if I am a hero
but simply if I am becoming.
“Becoming a Hero,” Copyright ©2017 by Glenn Currier
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Love is a not war
But against ourselves,
A will changing
Passion lifter
Bone breaking
Hand scarring
Feet burning,
It has not much to do with the heart
As it slices our brain in half
And we love it
Like loony maniacs who never had a cookie in their lifetime.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Not exactly proud of it
Just don't have the time
No teeth or claws
Nothing really but hunger
Not begging or choosing
Just desperate for something to eat
And when we find something, anything
It becomes disgusting.
But we don't care
We don't have a choice
It's not like we will get to see
Another day
So we feed.
And we feed..
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Insecurities
Will be the death of me..
Feeding on my mind....
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
A collage of so many wings blend together
to form a motion of wisps lighter than a feather
unto there colliding forms became illustrations
but these were fake facades of a narration.
Her smiling features fluttered reverberating
All were hypnotized, all were unintentionally baited
With eyes that quivered with each moment passing.
Awe struck at this image that perceived eyes all hung.
Was this beauty that besotted the mind of reality
or was it on the heart and thoughts not to agree.
Which ever smitten were all within her eyes prolonged
gaze that captured all sights that lingered never withdrawn.
Moving towards this illusion that contradicted sight
footsteps lingered towards known oblivions plight
for above a cliff they lingered enticing all to flight
descending to silence, they feed quietly on others plight.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
As I am reading.
My mind is feeding.
My soul is feeling.
My heart is crying.
Your words they haunt me.
The more I read.
The more they please me.
Teasing my brain neurons.
Tickle my thinner skin.
Feels so alive.
When you take me in.
Into your soul
and fragile mind.
I can almost feel your
heartbeat racing.
Dark shadows chasing.
Hear you mentally breaking.
In your words
I know who you are.
You carry a heavy burden.
I can't carry it for you.
But I can pick you up.
And together we move forward.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
There's a flap on - flying fluttering
olympian feeding before the frosts
competitive cooperation
repetitive consternation
tribal territories transgressed
survival of the fattest.
Darker days dominate.
The land browns bare.
Animals hibernate.
'It's not the same', the doctor said,
'Don't do it or you'll become obese.
Their diet would put you in bed.
You'd die before your time
of some terrible disease.
Follow my special diet.
And run if it's fun .'
'But don't be a convert to anorexia.
That's a perverse faith.
You'd never make it as a wraith.
Take a tablet for your headache.'
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC