"eaglet" poems
A is the Alphabet, A at its head;
A is an Antelope, agile to run.
B is the Baker Boy bringing the bread,
Or black Bear and brown Bear, both begging for bun.
C is a Cornflower come with the corn;
C is a Cat with a comical look.
D is a Dinner which Dahlias adorn;
D is a Duchess who dines with a Duke.
E is an elegant eloquent Earl;
E is an Egg whence an Eaglet emerges.
F is a Falcon, with feathers to furl;
F is a Fountain of full foaming surges.
G is the Gander, the Gosling, the Goose;
G is a Garnet in girdle of gold.
H is a Heartsease, harmonious of hues;
H is a huge Hammer, heavy to hold.
I is an Idler who idles on ice;
I am I--who will say I am not I?
J is a Jacinth, a jewel of price;
J is a Jay, full of joy in July.
K is a King, or a Kaiser still higher;
K is a Kitten, or quaint Kangaroo.
L is a Lute or a lovely-toned Lyre;
L is a Lily all laden with dew.
M is a Meadow where Meadowsweet blows;
M is a Mountain made dim by a mist.
N is a Nut--in a nutshell it grows--
Or a Nest full of Nightingales singing--oh list!
O is an Opal, with only one spark;
O is an Olive, with oil on its skin.
P is a Pony, a pet in a park;
P is the Point of a Pen or a Pin.
Q is a Quail, quick-chirping at morn;
Q is a Quince quite ripe and near dropping.
R is a Rose, rosy red on a thorn;
R is a red-breasted Robin come hopping.
S is a Snow-storm that sweeps o'er the Sea;
S is the Song that the swift Swallows sing.
T is the Tea-table set out for tea;
T is a Tiger with terrible spring.
U, the Umbrella, went up in a shower;
Or Unit is useful with ten to unite.
V is a Violet veined in the flower;
V is a Viper of venomous bite.
W stands for the water-bred Whale;
Stands for the wonderful Wax-work so gay.
X, or ** or *** is ale,
Or Policeman X, exercised day after day.
Y is a yellow Yacht, yellow its boat;
Y is the Yucca, the Yam, or the Yew.
Z is a Zebra, zigzagged his coat,
Or Zebu, or Zoophyte, seen at the Zoo.
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Lone walker,
In the midst of the crowd his heart was always alone.
Sank into the belly of tribulations,
Unlike the missionary journey of Jonah he was vomited into
more woes.
Like how a beautiful mountain in a wilderness thirst for tourist
So his heart was hungry for love.
If loneliness is synonymous to poverty then he deserved this cross.
Lone walker,
He lonely walked on thorns, struggled with everything, sweated blood.
He lived a life of trapped miners in a cave miles below fresh air.
Lone walker,
Rain of respite barely shower on his path.
Sun bit his skin, dews often united with his tears,
For there was no even a free den for him to rest his head.
His days were worse than the trials of Job,
For he had not even a wife to encourage him to curse God and give up the ghost.
Like an eaglet without a falcon, he was accustomed to crying for his dying talents that was hidden too deep for any scout to discover.
To him the world was empty and void of helpers
Until a moment came when he decided to abort his worries, fears and his ugly past.
In a flash he recalled the parable of the talents,
In a speed of lightning he stood and put his hidden gift into use.
I key my mind into the eyes of the reader of his biography,
As I stood in the midst of his children offspring in his burial ceremony fit for kings,
With the assurance that he is not walking alone to heaven or hell indeed
And surely his once lonely heart would be filled with merriment and peace.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Chickens live
within a coop
Scratch and peck
in their own ****
Their nests are
low down to the earth
They scream and squack
for all they're worth!
Afraid of storms
they have no dreams
Afraid of everything
it seems!
Their young are squabs
Their eggs are beaten
*In the end
they are eaten!*
Eagles build their
lofty nests
So their chicks
will withstand tests
They are made with
rugged sticks
So in the end
they pinch and *****
They line their nests
like softest cloud
When baby's grown
they pull it OUT!
The center nest
no longer soft
Babe sits on edge...
AND IS KNOCKED OFF!
Should, in flight,
the fledgling lack
Mom will catch it
on her back!
The little eaglet
has to try
So in the end
*they learn to fly!*
Eagles dream!
They are reborn!
They will fly into a storm!
Eagles wings
are built to *soar!
They will fly
FOREVERMORE!*
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/3/2017
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Do ya feel that?
The rough scratch of air scraping over skin,
God’s calloused hand running over heaving shoulders.
Outside, the wind never stops for a rest,
It just changes pace.
Do ya feel that?
The frantic shedding of desperate sin,
The chains of Tartarus falling like feathers;
An eaglet free of the nest,
Kicking the straw into the gaolers face.
Do ya feel that?
When the prison is broke from within,
And the fields are skies to beating wings,
Disappearing into sunlit clouds,
Lost in the storm of long sweet yellow grass.
Do ya feel that?
The rising wind carries the sound;
The horns of blind men bearing fanged arrows.
The long grass beckons in the breeze
And I’m running, flying.
Do ya feel that?
The stalks brush against my legs,
Weak hands fumbling for a grasp.
I hear my despair in my head,
A stumbled scream caught in the act.
Do ya feel that?
When the prison is broke from within,
And the fields are skies to beating wings;
Ware the fangs at your heels,
Arrows in the long grass.
Do ya feel?
The dogs sniff at the feathers,
Bloodied maws dripping with spite.
A crow takes the eagle’s eye,
The final irony of freedom is chaos.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
~
in a realm of change
a state of constance
yet lives where
flux and flood
in lucid flame burns,
a rock of hope
lies beneath.
wings of strength
are mother’s arms,
our safety from
malaise and harm.
yet even here
with deepest love
an eviction lives,
awaiting...
imminent.
this nest of love
would turn to rust,
if from its grasp
of comfort
could the eaglet ne’er
himself rid.
throw out the old,
he must.
to usher in the new;
and serve this
comfort-become-his-death,
a notice of eviction.
so good bye to
this old year,
hello to
newness’ cheer;
thy usefulness,
once new to us
is gone, and
with it goes
thy uselessness.
for more than e’er
we need a
renewed spirit of
youthfulness.
fresh arms and legs
to bear the weight,
with eagerness;
to stretch with
widening gait
toward change;
an ever fluid-ness
made possible
by willingness
to serve this
ever-grey-and-old
-turned-year,
an annulment
of a marriage,
its annual
notice of
eviction!
~
*post script.
reading all your poetry this fine morn,
the final day of a well-used year, this tumbled out.
credit to you each for thoughts and snippets,
adopted and infused here into this notice of eviction.
happy new year to each, to all,
who within these HP walls read;
who lovingly inscribe their thoughts
on posts their own, as well as others;
who breathe such wondrous words
that take our very breath away.
hugs and warm wishes
as you evict the old and cheer the new!*
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Sunshine breaks through the windows,
warmth and wind beat upon my forehead
and a smile breaks out with sheer joy.
My body soaks
in the peaceful surroundings
as I rest soundlessly upon my bed of clouds.
My heart is tucked under the gentle wing
of bliss,
like an eaglet nurtured
under the comfort of her mother
as the noble pair soar high
above the land.
My still mind
mimics the pauses between the swaying breeze;
The utter silence that illuminates
the peace within.
My body shakes with awakening
as my self experiences satori
for the first time.
As I intently observe
the life force flow in and out,
now is love,
and I finally am.
As I bask in the glowing sun
that peers through the blinds,
I have been blessed with sight,
for now I can see.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
I fly not on wings of folly
Nor in self deceit
Destroying my person
I hover not on smeared words
Of Vulturous mission
Nor on Kiteous skill on mother hen
I swaive on wings of truth
Surging through the horizon
Souring high above the orbit.
I fly across weathers:
Through the sun
Through the rain
High in clouds above the winds
Finding my strength on will
Favouring my cause on trust
Trusting my vision with precisions.
Like the eagle to the eaglet
I spread my wings of love
Conquering Tribes, Nations,
Continents, Race,Religion and Heights.
Thus i fly to reign.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
i told you there would be a christmas poem
and i meant it at the time
but hours got away
there was a cough and i needed sleep
or thought i did
there is a full moon out
and somebody out there in the world
just thought about me so hard
that it sent chills from my head
down my back
and i thought to myself
i hear you
it has been a tough year
and i know that
i've said that before
but my mettle has been tested
and when the chips were down
i thought i was done
maybe not so much anymore
i seem to have got a second wind
i may still skip out of the stress-full job
and go back to time travelling
in the eighteenth century
they have wool there
and i can spin threads
just like old rumpelstiltskin
i can do that, you know,
have spinning wheel
will travel
my nest is far from empty
but i have suffered
from the eldest little eaglet
flying away
just a couple of three states
for six months so far
but no
i'm just not ready for it
she flew in for christmas
and wanders in and out of the house
still gone
but somewhere in the same county
at least
it is good to keep a sense of humor
especially in the midst
of all the tragedy
i understand now
what my grandmother meant
when she said
'why couldn't it be me?'
i would have taken any of their places
they were too young for funerals
but still i here am
and so many lessons left to learn
at my young old age
and merry new year to all of you
you are still my best gift
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Don't let go
Not a day goes by that I don't ask God why I didn't find you earlier in life,
Before the women, before the bars before the misery and strife.
Before I thought like a young eaglet, that I could teach myself to fly
Only to plummet toward the ground where I thought that was the last thing I would see
But like a mother eagle swooping down to save her child you caught me.
I didn't make it easy because I didn't want to believe I needed you
You tried to get close but I pushed you away not knowing you needed me too
Faster and faster and further I fell all while you said “just talk to me”
“I want to understand so I can lend a helping hand” but I said “just let me be”
“You wouldn't understand, nobody ever does”
But you were not just somebody
You were placed in my path by God to be,
The exact puzzle piece that He designed to complete the masterpiece that was me.
And I think it's safe to say that we complete each other
When I am weak you are the strength God gave me
When I can't see you are my eyes, you are my guide
When my mind is cluttered with all life throws my way
You are there each and every day
You could have packed up and ran a long time ago
And I would not have blamed you
But you put up with my mess and for that I say “Thank You”
Thank you for the nights you were a shoulder to lean on
Thank you for the days you were someone I could call on
Thank you for the moments you helped me up
Thank you for the seconds you helped fill my cup
Words can't express how you make me feel
And sometimes I don't express that feeling like I should
But I want you to know that without you I would have fell a long time ago
So I ask that
No matter how hard,
No matter how tough,
No matter how long and,
No matter how rough
Don't let me go and I will hold on to you too
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Everywhere, today, the school was broken
Broken in fragmented silent seats
Assembly became an emergency token
Crumbled and clumsy, cacophony coffin
God bless his soul is too easily spoken
questions need answers
and everyone seeks
Why did he do it? It’s a human compunction
to want to know - why did the eaglet
break his own wings?
Why did the eaglet? Why did the eaglet?
And when all is over
and school is all out
we will see
even
the ants
on my classroom floor
were affected by this
shout
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC