"bluebirds" poems
Cicadas and katydids are calling
Breezes blow in from my open window
Roses are blooming and leaves are falling
The moon's rays hitting my lawn look like snow
Owls are singing from majestic trees
While sweet Bluebirds are sleeping in bushes
Night dances through the softly blowing breeze
And Midnight silently the world hushes
Dewdrops like jewels shine on roses sweet
And the stars twinkle all through the calm night
While the Fairies dance on enchanted feet
And the moon happily shines very bright
And I under my warm covers doth sleep
Until pretty morning brightly doth peep.
~Marian~
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
A slow sun
Peeps over the horizon
The golden dawn
Joins the lovers in
Their warmest embrace
Promise of
The most perfect day
Offered with reverence
From God Herself
Before the daydream
Can even begin
A swift hand
Snaps the blind shut
A not so casual escape
Towards the cliff edge
Startling the curious bluebirds
That were beginning to gather
Vanish does the dawn.
With caution
Light fingers trace the earth exposed
Cracked
Repelling all offers of relief
Regret overwhelming
The warmth of the sacred center
Evaporates rapidly
Releasing a sigh
Light and heavy
In every way
She retreats
As once again
She is reminded
That he is not
A morning person
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
February is brighter.
It's pale blue
aura juxtaposes
the deep purple
of January.
It stutters
in, reminding us
that the adamant doors
of winter have been closed
to ajar.
Only the thin confetti
of snow now lines
the streets in
it's final celebration.
Blue smoke from the slates
thaw the crystals
and the bluebirds
have returned
to the sycamore tree.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
It hits me right when I open the door:
The sweet, sweet scent of rain on the pavement.
Each time I stumble upon Petrichor,
Her halo is blinding; she’s heaven-sent.
She’s friends with the bluebirds and butterflies,
The neighbor of freshly cut grass, the aunt
Of the insects, first daughter of the skies,
Leader and lover of each lovely plant…
Only ever all around you, even
When the ground is dry and for a fleeting
Moment, she’s just something to believe in;
But Petrichor and her honeyed greeting
Are worth waiting for – because here’s the thing:
They’re simply a welcoming sign of spring.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
Cousin did you so unwisely keep
Unasked to my christening, that she
Sent these ladies in her stead
With heads like darning-eggs to nod
And nod and nod at foot and head
And at the left side of my crib?
Mother, who made to order stories
Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear,
Mother, whose witches always, always
Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder
Whether you saw them, whether you said
Words to rid me of those three ladies
Nodding by night around my bed,
Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head.
In the hurricane, when father's twelve
Study windows bellied in
Like bubbles about to break, you fed
My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine
And helped the two of us to choir:
'Thor is angry; boom boom boom!
Thor is angry: we don't care!'
But those ladies broke the panes.
When on tiptoe the schoolgirls danced,
Blinking flashlights like fireflies
And singing the glowworm song, I could
Not lift a foot in the twinkle-dress
But, heavy-footed, stood aside
In the shadow cast by my dismal-headed
Godmothers, and you cried and cried:
And the shadow stretched, the lights went out.
Mother, you sent me to piano lessons
And praised my arabesques and trills
Although each teacher found my touch
Oddly wooden in spite of scales
And the hours of practicing, my ear
Tone-deaf and yes, unteachable.
I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere,
From muses unhired by you, dear mother.
I woke one day to see you, mother,
Floating above me in bluest air
On a green balloon bright with a million
Flowers and bluebirds that never were
Never, never, found anywhere.
But the little planet bobbed away
Like a soap-bubble as you called: Come here!
And I faced my traveling companions.
Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Faces blank as the day I was born.
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.
3.9k
A picnic in the park
a leaf with a breeze
hibiscus and vanilla
an afternoon tease
Sweet lemonade
under a shade of oak trees
hummingbird duet
with buzzing bumblebees
Teardrop kisses
a gentle love bite
you and I laughing
what a beautiful site
A few filtered moments
just you and I
spring flowers and bluebirds
under a clear blue sky
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
Bluebirds dance gracefully,
Cardinals sing a symphony.
Announcing the return,
Of thee.
Righteous may be thy soul,
Kind may be thy heart.
What we ask of you,
Where art thou heart?
Harps ring beyond the flowers,
Of scarlet lovers.
Might the rose be thy veil?
Thy weddings renewal.
Bonded by Matrimony.
It shall be so.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
I last rode this road in Summer
When the light was as now;
Long, flat and mellow
But by the hour not the season
The trees back then still wore clothes
Green, perhaps liver-spotted with yellow
Now I watch them tangle their naked arms
And the world turns its face away in shame,
Longing for its chastised summer
The wheat field is grey scrub
An old bristling beard
And my bike tyres trace its edge
Like fingers on the jaw of our grandfather
And the watercolour wind
Rinses my knuckle bones
And then bites them open
They don’t bother to bleed
They’ve been chewed too many times
As the clouds wash in,
Black with frostbite,
I bite my winter scarf
And sing to it of bluebirds
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
One lone bluebird begins its flight.
One lone bluebird gone to great heights.
Beautiful wings, strong and hollow
All the other bluebirds obediently follow
Surrounded by others high in the sky,
One lone bluebird destined to fly.
High above the trees, wings spread to soar,
One lone bluebird in search of something more.
And with bluebird friends all around,
One lone bluebird feeling quite down.
Suddenly, the bluebird is all alone.
Desperately trying to make it back home.
Wings withdrawn and perched on a tree,
Covered in darkness, difficult to see.
In the silence, the bluebird finds bliss.
In the silence, inner thoughts persist.
One lone bluebird missing its friends.
One lone bluebird fearful of the end.
Eerily quiet in utter solitude,
One lone bluebird has a change in mood.
An important lesson was learned that day,
One lone bluebird had lost its way.
Though it may be easier to hide,
Life is better with other birds by its side.
One lone bluebird destined to fly,
Surrounded by others high in the sky.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
A child learns to walk
his way to becoming a man.
A man learns to sit down, shut up
and listen to the master plan.
Seems kinda backwards
to a guy like me,
so I'll keep walkin' on,
keep bein' free.
They say the grass is greener
on life's other side
so I took a trip,
I went for the ride.
I arrived and I saw
a new point of view,
I showed up refreshed,
feelin' somethin' new.
So I decided
that I'd stay for a while.
Got better reacquainted
with my inner child.
I spent my youth workin' hard
tryin' to grow up,
at twenty years of life I realized
that I hadn't lived enough.
So I opened up my heart and mind,
started trustin' everyone
except those who won't accept me,
those relationships are done.
Peace and love
and all that other good stuff
too many other people
just don't look for it enough.
But I started to accept it
once I opened my mind,
once I broke on through
to the other side.
Trap me in a room
with some normal populace
I'll be antisocial
in my head makin' lists,
'cause I wanna be sure
I don't end up like them.
My life, mind and time ain't as simple
as the suit and tie men.
But put me in a place
with people dyin' to be free
I'll have a smile on my face
and a reason to be me.
I'll enjoy myself,
I'll dance, laugh and love
and know Gods smilin' down on me
up from above.
He didn't give us life
to fill with work, stress and tears,
he never expected us
to face all our fears.
He loves us and he wants us
to be happy and free
like bluebirds in the sky
doin' whatever they please.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
Flowers bloom, the Winter thaw,
Outside the songbirds sing.
With the arrival of the bluebirds,
I know that it is Spring.
But listening to the bird’s songs,
And watching the flowers bloom.
I can’t but help myself,
For feeling a certain gloom.
For I find myself a bit jealous,
As the flowers start anew,
So often I wish I could do the same,
If I just knew what to do.
02-22-16.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
Time is a witness
to the mark of the moth
in my hair, and I swear
the nights are getting longer
I keep putting it off
hoping I would discover
a star no one knew was there
and I can only wonder why
the bluebirds die
on the power lines singing
if god had a heart
he'd take me instead
and put a thirty ought six
straight through my chest
just for believing
that somewhere there's a nest
with my name on it.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
i saw bluebirds singing in the valley of donegalsinging there song of love in the season of the fall i sat there and listened to there song so sweet.hoping maybe one day me and love would meet.i sat there for a while with teardrops in my eyewith there song so sweet it almost made me cry.now ive found love and i always will recallwhen i heard the blue birds sing in the valley of donegal
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 2:35 PM UTC
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Raven calling from the sky
Bluebirds calling from summer
Seagulls squawking from the alley
I have found something I lost
The state of euphoria is crumbled as your heart breaks
I lost a time when life was simple, when wondering was lustful
Instead found a time of hardship and unsettled communities
Sometimes I think what if the yellow brick road never continued to Oz
And if the clouds were always supported by blue
Californication with out the fault.
A witness to the empty sky
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
*
I knew there was a sun
that rose upon the skies each day
Setting in the afternoon
a twilight time display
Daffodils and marigolds
welcoming the spring
Bluebirds in the maple trees
each morning there to sing
Waves upon the ocean
and a moon up in the sky
Stars above that twinkle
as the evening passes by
Mountains in the distance
reaching high into the air
Falling leaves in autumn
and the colors that they share
Early morning snowfall
in a chilly coat of white
Fireflies so playful
on a balmy summer night
I knew there were so many things
yet I could just not see
Until you came into my life
and showed these things to me
And now that I have witnessed
all that nature has to view
Its beauty still does not compare
to what I see in you*
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
There are bluebirds flying all around
Inside my head
And I am reminded that tomorrow,
I may not hold your hand again
and I may never feel your teeth sink
Into my skin, again
*and wasn't that
supposed to be
a good thing?*
I'm left cleaning up the scraps,
the mess we leave behind
Like it's my responsibility
to carry your heartbreak, too.
*wasn't it
supposed to be good
when I was with you?*
I read somewhere
*This is where you fire your musket,
and this is where you fall and die*
but I've fired my musket-heart
and I haven't fallen and I'm still dying
for you to look me in the eye
Like you still mean it;
Like there isn't some line in the sand
you have drawn arbitrarily
to measure what has been inside my heart
When you never cared to ask.
Love, those bluebirds are making it hard to see
through all their Pulsing wings,
But in their eclipse,
I'm finding a ring of light.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
*I touched the presence of warmth on my pillow
it made me feel sure that I was safe,
went back to sleep smoother than my heartbeat.
Then I awoke to find myself hidden
behind memories of you.
Standing on the corner of never say no,
my feet are firmly planted
in I cannot say I am sorry.
Will I be the rock laying here asking myself
where I found this bitter pill
under my tongue?
Did I sleep while it rained on everything we ever had
until nothing but sand existed
inside all of these silent moments?
When bluebirds sang
about how the stars laugh
was I here drowning
in my pride?
I touched the presence of warmth on my pillow,
then I reached out to yours
felt the cold.
I lay here and listen to the rain
falling smoother than my heartbeat
I have never felt
so alone.*
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
You look beneath each unturned stone
where four leaf clover shrouds the path
To wonder, thinking all alone,
what brought about this aftermath
As daisies clamor ‘bout the field
and dragonflies abandon hope
When orchards passing off their yield
will find it hard to even cope
Lest not a day of future themes
reflect this distance you now feel
For merely but a stack of dreams,
horizon’s light may soon reveal
So take this orchid from its stem,
a small reminder of the past
And question not who follows them
but cherish every foot step cast
Come hold your head up to the sky
as banners wave and bluebirds sing
Extend your hand to passers by,
much more than just a thoughtful thing
For life is but a fleeting friend
not here for very long at all
It’s up to you to just transcend
and rise above before the fall
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Return to me oh fondest love
as roses bid their buds to bloom
and all of nature springs to life
to wonder at the bluebirds tune
Return to me when sun is high
with warmth and golden sheen
to sit beside me for a while
beneath the evergreens
Return to me on Autumn winds
as blazing leaves decay
and place your precious heart with mine
in hope that it will stay.
Return to me while winter snows
ring in the seasons charms
for I have waited far too long
to be back in your arms.
Though time has passed I still hold on
my heart it never strays
It beats for you, oh fondest love
until my dying day.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
i'm a nomad gone defective,
heart attack erased, amended.
i'm a dead leaf riding the crest of the wind,
marking time by exs and favorite beverages.
i carry on the bluebird's song,
whisper nothings aside from sweet.
you planted me within your sheets,
green grow the leaves, winter, good luck with your war.
let needle perpetually lock in groove,
white wine nights that turn into levitating sunrises.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
This pond is where I will die,
Squandering in owl hours to ****
Still, the Ducks swim by.
The blue moon is a Julia Dragonfly
Haunted by a lethal, green dream thrill.
This pond is where I will die.
Threadbare Marauder Rooks squawk a cry,
The stickleback flakes its dithering gill.
Still, the Ducks swim by.
Importunate possums chase ducks to comply,
How could my moon mother be so ill?
This pond is where I will die.
Bluebirds deflate their keels with a sigh,
I gravitate towards their beauty, I am still.
Still, the Ducks swim by.
Aureole Sirius tip toes the sky,
Nimbus withers, Kamikaze men shrill.
This pond is where I will die.
Still, the Ducks swim by.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
The subjectivity in the world still scares her
Like a little girl, dwindling in her room,
The vastness outside her drowning out
That meek little voice of hers.
It’s too loud; it’s too much
Her heart cannot swallow all the
World’s anguish
So instead she thrusts forth,
Razorblades at her wrists,
A cosmic determination lining
Her lips.
No, no, today is not the end
It is neither the beginning nor
The start. It is a quixotic trance
And she’s left out there in the cold.
Dank, deep, a sadness that consumes
And in the willows outside her window
All she sees are the bluebirds nesting
They are warm
They are whole
They carry on
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
Tell me of a time
When like a bluebird I sang
Lilting elegance and innocence
For I can't recall
What it was like
To fly free
Whipping winds caress
Blue feathers.
Blue feathers
Rough hands
Cold hearts
Blue was stained black so long ago
No trace of cyan
No aquamarine
No cerulean hue
Indian ink ****** upon wings
Soaking like tar puddles
Sticking feet to floor,
Turning such body into
Toxic/cancer cage
The vulture stands just outside
Pecking at bluebirds heart
Such devil would feel of stone
Killing a mockingbird~
A mortal moral sin.
Fresh dawn and rain washes black feathers
Slowly, but surely nonetheless
Maybe one day
Blue will blend on blue again
Wafting fragrant flowers bloom
And vulture starve on happiness
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
*
Sunrise wishes and morning kisses
in pastel ribbons horizon’s gleam
Morning glories and breakfast stories,
my day with you starts a perfect dream
Dawning shimmers in dew drop glimmers
as bluebirds whistle on yawning skies
Cooler breezes as autumn teases
in colors tinted upon your eyes
Holding hands while we make our plans
your smile takes all my cares away
As our love I am thinking of
to share with you this September day*
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC