"eaglets" poems - Hello Poetry

"Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear, Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear? With jingling bells about her neck, But what beneath her wing? It may have been a ribbon, Or it may have been a ring."-- "I marked a falcon swooping At the break of day: And for your love, my sister dove, I 'frayed the thief away."-- "Or did you spy a ruddy hound, Sister fair and tall, Went snuffing round my garden bound, Or crouched by my bower wall? With a silken leash about his neck; But in his mouth may be A chain of gold and silver links, Or a letter writ to me."-- "I heard a hound, high-born sister, Stood baying at the moon: I rose and drove him from your wall Lest you should wake too soon."-- "Or did you meet a pretty page Sat swinging on the gate; Sat whistling, whistling like a bird, Or may be slept too late: With eaglets broidered on his cap, And eaglets on his glove? If you had turned his pockets out, You had found some pledge of love."-- "I met him at this daybreak, Scarce the east was red: Lest the creaking gate should anger you, I packed him home to bed."-- "O patience, sister. Did you see A young man tall and strong, Swift-footed to uphold the right And to uproot the wrong, Come home across the desolate sea To woo me for his wife? And in his heart my heart is locked, And in his life my life."-- "I met a nameless man, sister, Who loitered round our door: I said: Her husband loves her much. And yet she loves him more."-- "Fie, sister, fie, a wicked lie, A lie, a wicked lie; I have none other love but him, Nor will have till I die. And you have turned him from our door, And stabbed him with a lie: I will go seek him thro' the world In sorrow till I die."-- "Go seek in sorrow, sister, And find in sorrow too: If thus you shame our father's name My curse go forth with you."

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Christina Rossetti

Noble Sisters

"Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear, Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear? With jingling bells about her neck, But what beneath her wing? It may have been a ribbon, Or it may have been a ring."-- "I marked a falcon swooping At the break of day: And for your love, my sister dove, I 'frayed the thief away."-- "Or did you spy a ruddy hound, Sister fair and tall, Went snuffing round my garden bound, Or crouched by my bower wall? With a silken leash about his neck; But in his mouth may be A chain of gold and silver links, Or a letter writ to me."-- "I heard a hound, high-born sister, Stood baying at the moon: I rose and drove him from your wall Lest you should wake too soon."-- "Or did you meet a pretty page Sat swinging on the gate; Sat whistling, whistling like a bird, Or may be slept too late: With eaglets broidered on his cap, And eaglets on his glove? If you had turned his pockets out, You had found some pledge of love."-- "I met him at this daybreak, Scarce the east was red: Lest the creaking gate should anger you, I packed him home to bed."-- "O patience, sister. Did you see A young man tall and strong, Swift-footed to uphold the right And to uproot the wrong, Come home across the desolate sea To woo me for his wife? And in his heart my heart is locked, And in his life my life."-- "I met a nameless man, sister, Who loitered round our door: I said: Her husband loves her much. And yet she loves him more."-- "Fie, sister, fie, a wicked lie, A lie, a wicked lie; I have none other love but him, Nor will have till I die. And you have turned him from our door, And stabbed him with a lie: I will go seek him thro' the world In sorrow till I die."-- "Go seek in sorrow, sister, And find in sorrow too: If thus you shame our father's name My curse go forth with you."

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I am the rising sun. So when your eyelids open to explore the beauty of the day I pour My light into your soul, and set you on your laughing, loving way. They shafted steel into My heart That when My children linger, longing, looking at the Cross of Hope I pierce their hearts with shafts of love for all who near their pathways lope. I am the eagle Who rises on the wind and sees the visions of the future dreams, Who gives his eaglets flying starts so that they too the visions can impart. I am the cobbled pathway. My children pick me out among the highways, hills and valleys of their lives. Their prayer-flowered Kingdom road is tough but leads to pearly gates and open skies. True and Faithful are My thighs. Disciples know I’ll never leave but pour My peace on all their fear. Their weakness will become the towers of strength that men hold very dear. Blood Brother is My name. Commune with Me and in the strife your back is covered by My Life, And you will all blood brothers be to one another on this sea of strife. I am the Truth. The truth established long before the breath of life was mankind’s tool. Rock-solid, stationery still, though winds of change blow good and ill. I am LOVE If you will cast your lot with Me I’ll surf with you on curling sea. We’ll ride upon the tides of life on boards of love. You’ll be My wife. I’ll cherish you beyond whatever you could dream or e’en consider. Trust Me. That’s where it begins. You get to know Me and life spins In exponential, ceaselessly expanding spirals of liberty. COME.

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC

helen-murray

I Am

I am the rising sun. So when your eyelids open to explore the beauty of the day I pour My light into your soul, and set you on your laughing, loving way. They shafted steel into My heart That when My children linger, longing, looking at the Cross of Hope I pierce their hearts with shafts of love for all who near their pathways lope. I am the eagle Who rises on the wind and sees the visions of the future dreams, Who gives his eaglets flying starts so that they too the visions can impart. I am the cobbled pathway. My children pick me out among the highways, hills and valleys of their lives. Their prayer-flowered Kingdom road is tough but leads to pearly gates and open skies. True and Faithful are My thighs. Disciples know I’ll never leave but pour My peace on all their fear. Their weakness will become the towers of strength that men hold very dear. Blood Brother is My name. Commune with Me and in the strife your back is covered by My Life, And you will all blood brothers be to one another on this sea of strife. I am the Truth. The truth established long before the breath of life was mankind’s tool. Rock-solid, stationery still, though winds of change blow good and ill. I am LOVE If you will cast your lot with Me I’ll surf with you on curling sea. We’ll ride upon the tides of life on boards of love. You’ll be My wife. I’ll cherish you beyond whatever you could dream or e’en consider. Trust Me. That’s where it begins. You get to know Me and life spins In exponential, ceaselessly expanding spirals of liberty. COME.

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the sound of stars are eaglets that chirp from their nest because we are made of star stuff

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC

stu-harley

We Chirp From Our Nest

the sound of stars are eaglets that chirp from their nest because we are made of star stuff

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Poetree Inn A WOMAN'S REVOLT II By; Esther Esuga I am the one with the sonorous rendition My words transports wise counsel to the minds of the young maidens I am the feminine face to humanity Man also but with womb I am no weakling I know my worth My virtues are golden, pure and unique I am bold, beautiful and desiring I am the beautiful lilies that can not be crushed by antagonism and suppression I KNOW how to put my home in order at the same time be relevant and sit on the front liner of my sphere I am intelligent, bright and not doomed I am the eagle that can soar high with her eaglets guiding them to the path of success I AM THE SWEET VOICE Pleasant, loud and clear I am the one with the sonorous rendition WRITTEN BY; ESTHER ESUGA.

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC

esther-esuga

A Woman's Revolt ii

Poetree Inn A WOMAN'S REVOLT II By; Esther Esuga I am the one with the sonorous rendition My words transports wise counsel to the minds of the young maidens I am the feminine face to humanity Man also but with womb I am no weakling I know my worth My virtues are golden, pure and unique I am bold, beautiful and desiring I am the beautiful lilies that can not be crushed by antagonism and suppression I KNOW how to put my home in order at the same time be relevant and sit on the front liner of my sphere I am intelligent, bright and not doomed I am the eagle that can soar high with her eaglets guiding them to the path of success I AM THE SWEET VOICE Pleasant, loud and clear I am the one with the sonorous rendition WRITTEN BY; ESTHER ESUGA.

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Sunrise A light mist diffuses its rays Rabbits lap at the morning dew Eagles circle overhead Morning Kids walking to school Rabbits flee to the bushes Eagles circle overhead Women in designer sneakers Walk designer dogs Dogs stare intently at the bushes Eagles circle overhead Students in PE uniforms Run here and there Yelling, chasing ***** Eagles circle overhead Riding mower screams near bushes Spraying grass and debris Terrified rabbits flee the mower’s roar Eagles plunge downward Aerie rests upon outfield lightstand Eaglets screech, mouths agape Mother rips warm meat from a tiny carcass Her children will live another day Noon Students sit here and there Eating, laughing, smoking They leave trash in their wake The rats are lucky the eagles have eaten The sky is bright blue overhead Students in PE uniforms Run here and there Yelling, chasing ***** The sky is bright blue overhead Kids walking home Individually and in small groups They ignore the trash They do not see the rats Puffy clouds float by overhead An old Mexican man with a sad demeanor Walks the field He picks up the trash with gloved hands The sun beats down upon his head Boys in cleats occupy the field Mouths full of seeds Moving in choreographed actions The sky is filled with grayish white spheres For awhile Dusk The field’s lights blink on Accompanied by a faint fluorescent hum The eagles are not disturbed The bright bulbs warm their nest The sky is cobalt and pink Groups of uniformed boys run on and off of the field Spectators’ cheers punctuate their actions The eagles sleep peacefully The sky is obscured by bright lights Night A trim Caucasian man moves a heavy switch downward One by one the lights go dim, silent, off The last lights are his truck’s headlights beaming across the infield A crescent moon is visible overhead Deer and coyotes play deadly hide and seek during the night The deer seeking sweet flowers and grass The coyotes seeking the deer The moon and stars glow brightly overhead Sunrise The sun peeks above the horizon Warm hues of yellow and orange Songbirds wake to announce the day Eagles circle overhead

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC

ellis-reyes

24 Hours at the Ballpark

Sunrise A light mist diffuses its rays Rabbits lap at the morning dew Eagles circle overhead Morning Kids walking to school Rabbits flee to the bushes Eagles circle overhead Women in designer sneakers Walk designer dogs Dogs stare intently at the bushes Eagles circle overhead Students in PE uniforms Run here and there Yelling, chasing ***** Eagles circle overhead Riding mower screams near bushes Spraying grass and debris Terrified rabbits flee the mower’s roar Eagles plunge downward Aerie rests upon outfield lightstand Eaglets screech, mouths agape Mother rips warm meat from a tiny carcass Her children will live another day Noon Students sit here and there Eating, laughing, smoking They leave trash in their wake The rats are lucky the eagles have eaten The sky is bright blue overhead Students in PE uniforms Run here and there Yelling, chasing ***** The sky is bright blue overhead Kids walking home Individually and in small groups They ignore the trash They do not see the rats Puffy clouds float by overhead An old Mexican man with a sad demeanor Walks the field He picks up the trash with gloved hands The sun beats down upon his head Boys in cleats occupy the field Mouths full of seeds Moving in choreographed actions The sky is filled with grayish white spheres For awhile Dusk The field’s lights blink on Accompanied by a faint fluorescent hum The eagles are not disturbed The bright bulbs warm their nest The sky is cobalt and pink Groups of uniformed boys run on and off of the field Spectators’ cheers punctuate their actions The eagles sleep peacefully The sky is obscured by bright lights Night A trim Caucasian man moves a heavy switch downward One by one the lights go dim, silent, off The last lights are his truck’s headlights beaming across the infield A crescent moon is visible overhead Deer and coyotes play deadly hide and seek during the night The deer seeking sweet flowers and grass The coyotes seeking the deer The moon and stars glow brightly overhead Sunrise The sun peeks above the horizon Warm hues of yellow and orange Songbirds wake to announce the day Eagles circle overhead

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a warrior a sister a friend but most of all a mother who spreads her love like the wings of the majestic eagle she is covering her eaglets with her warmth and care she is a true sight to behold a tale never told a book that never gets old a day filled with warmth a blooming rose a protective wall a melodic note a defending fort a love never known words cannot describe her but she takes it upon herself to describe them she is love and so much more she is my mom she is my dad l could never ask for more

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Nov 19, 2020

Nov 19, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC

thatbrandi_bish

my mom who is also my dad

a warrior a sister a friend but most of all a mother who spreads her love like the wings of the majestic eagle she is covering her eaglets with her warmth and care she is a true sight to behold a tale never told a book that never gets old a day filled with warmth a blooming rose a protective wall a melodic note a defending fort a love never known words cannot describe her but she takes it upon herself to describe them she is love and so much more she is my mom she is my dad l could never ask for more

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