#screech - Hello Poetry

Look down. There’s a whole world below, dug out and timber-framed, mapped and named. Its tunnels stretch for miles under the mountain. Once it shook with blasting, screech of train, and whistles. The coal was iridescent blue. Headlights on a curved track burst like shooting stars out of the deep. That mirror world is dark now. The men laid down their tools, and took the mantrip to the surface, home. In the quiet, hear the mountain sigh.

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Aug 1, 2019

Aug 1, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC

wrens_musings

Canmore Verse

Look down. There’s a whole world below, dug out and timber-framed, mapped and named. Its tunnels stretch for miles under the mountain. Once it shook with blasting, screech of train, and whistles. The coal was iridescent blue. Headlights on a curved track burst like shooting stars out of the deep. That mirror world is dark now. The men laid down their tools, and took the mantrip to the surface, home. In the quiet, hear the mountain sigh.

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October, 27, 2017 (Friday) Flying down the open empty road, unaware of the surprise attack waiting for us ahead as we continued to drive. My eyes set on the left side of the road, low like the cold temperature of the wind who's warmth couldn't be revived A light breath of snowflakes swept over the road like floating silk as my eyes were stolen for a moment by a small feathered creature Closed up like a rabbit in it's hollow, frozen like fish trapped in a sheet of ice, trembling like death was its new teacher It was only a blink of a moment I saw it, and a gap of years seemed to rotate around this trap of love "Mom.. I think that was an owl..." I said with my voice almost in a whispering disbelief. My hand giving her arm a wheel turning shove "What should we do?" She said as if I was the higher authority. I turned my head to look back, in the opposite direction of the car. "Turn around..." My mind got into a conflict with those words... I'd be late for work... That didn't worry me, even though we weren't that far... I didn't know how much longer the animal of sky and flight could handle the harshness of Octobers cold shoulder. I felt her foot slowly increase it's pressure onto the brakes, her small stormy Toyota turning around, being forced to submit to her. Approaching slowly, the road was surprisingly empty and alone. My pupils motionless as they starred For a minute I believed the lies that I was being an idiot. My mind was tricked into thinking it was a small thick branch with many lairs. But the truth screamed louder than the wind's howl as shards of ice and snow caused it's feathers to **** outward To shield his small fragile body. My mind went blank, amazed to be able to steal this opportunity, the car slowly moved downward Into a gravel driveway, that rested next to a stand. I removed my pink hoodie and inserted myself into the dangers of being alone Begging and praying in my head to my Lord for guidance, I crossed the wide road, my soul knowing who was in control I crept behind the railing and as quickly and quietly as possible I approached it. Numbed to my existence. It's head in a stage of black and deathly hibernation, I could see it's dying spirit Lightly, I tossed the bright magenta hoodie over it like a net. A little hop was it's only reaction I swung my legs over the railing and carefully surrounded it with my hoodie and hands, longing to show it passion. But it's little strong black claws fearfully grasped onto the cracks in the road. Like a hook trapped within the jaws of a fish. I could feel nothing... Only the loud threatening heart beats within me, giving my bangs a swish. With the steady guidance of patience, my shaking fingers removed his terrifying grip, and quickly swaddled him. I carried him like a newborn infant as I cautiously recrossed the road, feeling my soul has met natures grim. We both inserted ourselves into the heat blasting automobile, my mother gasped when she saw the little feathered screech owl cradled in my arms Still trapped by hibernation's drug. I held him close to the heated vents, hoping that life will be surrendered to the side of the warm. His feathers were in several shades of tree bark brown, he had two little feathered peaks that looked like horns to a crown Softer then even the silkiest chinchilla, his eyes were closed, but within minutes, only the eye lashes of his right eye flickered around Suddenly, time revolved around the neck of him, for he turned his head right towards me, and his right eye of sun bursting glow revealed its self to me. My blood stopped pumping, my lungs shut down, my heart trapped in ice, my eyes making contact with his, feeling like a ship lost at sea. One of Nature's King of the sky finally awakened, but what was his next move? For these little beast were proud and protective over their bodies Where their wings have soared over, they claim as theirs, They have used their beaks and claws as weapons against my kind. They have been given the label of being naughty. Was I it's next victim? Was this choice a blood dripping trap? Was adoring my Lord's creation a mistake? The Lord brought this little one in my path for a reason, how can I doubt His plan? For this moment, He wanted me to take. It's round smooth moving head looked to the left, and then to the right, and then back at me, it's little eye blinking, and very tired It jumped! But jumped closer into me. It's white and light brown feathered chest against mine. It's head cuddled right into my fingers like a tangled wire. Softly and lightly I petted it's super soft silky small head, seeing his one eye going into a happy squint. It only cuddled more and more, demanding more of this sweet affection. His eye gave me that hint Soon, he started to wander around on my legs, exploring all of this high technology unknown to nature Flew about a few times to test and experience the ways of human beings, his wings stretched out and soared like sliding glaciers Once we approached our destination of a recuse center, his curiosity grew as he bonked his head against the dashboard window. The poor thing! He looked at me, feeling shameful, and filled with stupidity as he flew to my lower arm, and then my elbow that was up high. He nested into it like a king. He remained there and studied me, his eye never looking away. My soul was at peace until it lashed open it's left eye. My sight got drilled It was only for an image of a second that I saw that bright red, dark purple, and indigo eye. His left eye was blood filled. He quickly closed it and snuggled closer to my chest. I felt a hollow part of me being revealed and filled with grace It's funny how the Lord planned everything out, how he allowed me to experience this sweet heart capturing moment of this wild owl's gentle face. My Hallow, the name suits you well. For it was an honor for our Holy creator to allow me to interact with the forest beast of flight A hollow part of me was realized and filled. A desire, a new way to make my Creator made known... through your opposite personality of fight Permanently blind in your right eye, but your spirit is still sweet and calm to only me. Yours wings still spread like the wide flames of a wild fire Your unique different colored eyes beaming with adorable sweet love. But also determination that is deep and dire. You're small, but even our God used David to defeat Goliath. You're an animal, but God used a Donkey to lead Balaam away from danger! You may not be normal again, but the Lord can still use you, for He has used you and many other animals in my life, although I was a stranger Hallow, the Blood Filled Eye Screech Owl, I won't allow this lesson to be stolen from me, the lesson of freedom, wisdom, and trust. The Lord will call us to do the craziest, weirdest, most unbelievable things at times. We shouldn't let these test turn to dust and if the Lord called me to do something like this again... I'd do it in a heart beat...

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Nov 29, 2017

Nov 29, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

ClawedBeauty101

The Blood Filled Eye of a Screech Owl - Hallow

October, 27, 2017 (Friday) Flying down the open empty road, unaware of the surprise attack waiting for us ahead as we continued to drive. My eyes set on the left side of the road, low like the cold temperature of the wind who's warmth couldn't be revived A light breath of snowflakes swept over the road like floating silk as my eyes were stolen for a moment by a small feathered creature Closed up like a rabbit in it's hollow, frozen like fish trapped in a sheet of ice, trembling like death was its new teacher It was only a blink of a moment I saw it, and a gap of years seemed to rotate around this trap of love "Mom.. I think that was an owl..." I said with my voice almost in a whispering disbelief. My hand giving her arm a wheel turning shove "What should we do?" She said as if I was the higher authority. I turned my head to look back, in the opposite direction of the car. "Turn around..." My mind got into a conflict with those words... I'd be late for work... That didn't worry me, even though we weren't that far... I didn't know how much longer the animal of sky and flight could handle the harshness of Octobers cold shoulder. I felt her foot slowly increase it's pressure onto the brakes, her small stormy Toyota turning around, being forced to submit to her. Approaching slowly, the road was surprisingly empty and alone. My pupils motionless as they starred For a minute I believed the lies that I was being an idiot. My mind was tricked into thinking it was a small thick branch with many lairs. But the truth screamed louder than the wind's howl as shards of ice and snow caused it's feathers to **** outward To shield his small fragile body. My mind went blank, amazed to be able to steal this opportunity, the car slowly moved downward Into a gravel driveway, that rested next to a stand. I removed my pink hoodie and inserted myself into the dangers of being alone Begging and praying in my head to my Lord for guidance, I crossed the wide road, my soul knowing who was in control I crept behind the railing and as quickly and quietly as possible I approached it. Numbed to my existence. It's head in a stage of black and deathly hibernation, I could see it's dying spirit Lightly, I tossed the bright magenta hoodie over it like a net. A little hop was it's only reaction I swung my legs over the railing and carefully surrounded it with my hoodie and hands, longing to show it passion. But it's little strong black claws fearfully grasped onto the cracks in the road. Like a hook trapped within the jaws of a fish. I could feel nothing... Only the loud threatening heart beats within me, giving my bangs a swish. With the steady guidance of patience, my shaking fingers removed his terrifying grip, and quickly swaddled him. I carried him like a newborn infant as I cautiously recrossed the road, feeling my soul has met natures grim. We both inserted ourselves into the heat blasting automobile, my mother gasped when she saw the little feathered screech owl cradled in my arms Still trapped by hibernation's drug. I held him close to the heated vents, hoping that life will be surrendered to the side of the warm. His feathers were in several shades of tree bark brown, he had two little feathered peaks that looked like horns to a crown Softer then even the silkiest chinchilla, his eyes were closed, but within minutes, only the eye lashes of his right eye flickered around Suddenly, time revolved around the neck of him, for he turned his head right towards me, and his right eye of sun bursting glow revealed its self to me. My blood stopped pumping, my lungs shut down, my heart trapped in ice, my eyes making contact with his, feeling like a ship lost at sea. One of Nature's King of the sky finally awakened, but what was his next move? For these little beast were proud and protective over their bodies Where their wings have soared over, they claim as theirs, They have used their beaks and claws as weapons against my kind. They have been given the label of being naughty. Was I it's next victim? Was this choice a blood dripping trap? Was adoring my Lord's creation a mistake? The Lord brought this little one in my path for a reason, how can I doubt His plan? For this moment, He wanted me to take. It's round smooth moving head looked to the left, and then to the right, and then back at me, it's little eye blinking, and very tired It jumped! But jumped closer into me. It's white and light brown feathered chest against mine. It's head cuddled right into my fingers like a tangled wire. Softly and lightly I petted it's super soft silky small head, seeing his one eye going into a happy squint. It only cuddled more and more, demanding more of this sweet affection. His eye gave me that hint Soon, he started to wander around on my legs, exploring all of this high technology unknown to nature Flew about a few times to test and experience the ways of human beings, his wings stretched out and soared like sliding glaciers Once we approached our destination of a recuse center, his curiosity grew as he bonked his head against the dashboard window. The poor thing! He looked at me, feeling shameful, and filled with stupidity as he flew to my lower arm, and then my elbow that was up high. He nested into it like a king. He remained there and studied me, his eye never looking away. My soul was at peace until it lashed open it's left eye. My sight got drilled It was only for an image of a second that I saw that bright red, dark purple, and indigo eye. His left eye was blood filled. He quickly closed it and snuggled closer to my chest. I felt a hollow part of me being revealed and filled with grace It's funny how the Lord planned everything out, how he allowed me to experience this sweet heart capturing moment of this wild owl's gentle face. My Hallow, the name suits you well. For it was an honor for our Holy creator to allow me to interact with the forest beast of flight A hollow part of me was realized and filled. A desire, a new way to make my Creator made known... through your opposite personality of fight Permanently blind in your right eye, but your spirit is still sweet and calm to only me. Yours wings still spread like the wide flames of a wild fire Your unique different colored eyes beaming with adorable sweet love. But also determination that is deep and dire. You're small, but even our God used David to defeat Goliath. You're an animal, but God used a Donkey to lead Balaam away from danger! You may not be normal again, but the Lord can still use you, for He has used you and many other animals in my life, although I was a stranger Hallow, the Blood Filled Eye Screech Owl, I won't allow this lesson to be stolen from me, the lesson of freedom, wisdom, and trust. The Lord will call us to do the craziest, weirdest, most unbelievable things at times. We shouldn't let these test turn to dust and if the Lord called me to do something like this again... I'd do it in a heart beat...

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Silent, unexpected ripples As the first flakes softly alight on the lake, A crisp inhale with eyes closed Followed by a joyous vaporization of cloud. When vision flutters back into focus, A spectacle ever-more lovely than the last. The muffled crunching around the trail, near-muted chattering of chipmunks, windy flurries whistling then growing placid, the softened screech of a hawk subdued now to an awed whisper - Mounting and falling like a Debussy. Clearer and more humbly triumphant than cathedral bells. This suite - this bright panorama Shows me to the brink of an elation within And brushes my crystalline spirit. It sings and I overflow - Light pours drop by rapturous drop From each eye.

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC

subconscious-on-parade

Day 9: Screech

Silent, unexpected ripples As the first flakes softly alight on the lake, A crisp inhale with eyes closed Followed by a joyous vaporization of cloud. When vision flutters back into focus, A spectacle ever-more lovely than the last. The muffled crunching around the trail, near-muted chattering of chipmunks, windy flurries whistling then growing placid, the softened screech of a hawk subdued now to an awed whisper - Mounting and falling like a Debussy. Clearer and more humbly triumphant than cathedral bells. This suite - this bright panorama Shows me to the brink of an elation within And brushes my crystalline spirit. It sings and I overflow - Light pours drop by rapturous drop From each eye.

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Last night I had a dream, so definitely indifferent from clouds of thought which drift over my sober-wreaked mind. I squint and shake and shiver with movements, so statically paralysed. Bathed in my pit of sweat and insanity. To fathom these patterns of hidden truth, libido, won't do one bit. It can't cease to become. If I'm not careful enough or tentatively scarce in a midnight screech I'll be sure to tell the world my fears.

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC

ckexodus

Monophobia

Last night I had a dream, so definitely indifferent from clouds of thought which drift over my sober-wreaked mind. I squint and shake and shiver with movements, so statically paralysed. Bathed in my pit of sweat and insanity. To fathom these patterns of hidden truth, libido, won't do one bit. It can't cease to become. If I'm not careful enough or tentatively scarce in a midnight screech I'll be sure to tell the world my fears.

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id write a poem about my wrath toward our justice system, but the only thing my voice can screech, is oh my god, enough will never be enough i pray justice for antonio martin

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC

unlovedprincess

oh my god

id write a poem about my wrath toward our justice system, but the only thing my voice can screech, is oh my god, enough will never be enough i pray justice for antonio martin

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