by Arturo Michael |
Categories:
april, love, magic,
Stage is set
Participants in place
A wolf moon smiles
Bright stars palpitate
Roses in a garden
Lovers sitting on a bench
Hand sending messages
Lips kissing to undress
Bodies on fire
Temperature’s hot
A voice sweetly caressing
Baby don’t stop
Owl hoots Whoo Whoo
Squirrel’s a little bit shy
Scenes of Spring magic
On the screens of our lives
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
baby, jesus, love,
Stormy weather thunder roars ?
Something they've never seen before
Afrighted tiny hearts their brand new world....
Leap for joy her baby doe; his occas antlers reindeer
Show hoots time's owl love's gentle lamb: meek as mild Heir's, prancing ram.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
bird, old,
Night Owl
While flying over a little new town
A nice friendly place called Hooters I found
It must have been opened for owls like me
For my large eyes to roll at what to see
A big building of large red stone and bricks
Full of big plump young good looking stacked chicks
A favorite hangout after sundown
Judging from all the hoots and other sounds
Tonight this old bird will give it a try
I will hoot the hoot and have some stir-fry
The nice environmentalist love me
Now I don't have to sit in this old tree
2/15/2016
by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories:
lost love,
Mosses dabbed gray
Silver moon above shines blind
Owl hoots distant rats
Drag glum silence of blood
A tale of love not well told
by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories:
family, love, sister,
Twinkling Stars, Morse code : Happy Birthday Shar
Birthday candles light the campfire we share
Happy Birthday to YOU, Barn owl hoots : hoo
Happy Birthday L'il sister I LOVE YOU
My sister Sharon, Inspiring me
When I first started writing Poetry
I comment to her, she comments to me
Entwined Quills creating a Family Tree
Happy Birthday, Sharon Weimer With all my LOVE,
HEART, and SOUL. ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Brother
Harry
by Caroline Cécile Delacroix |
Categories:
inspirational, love, nature, nature, nature,
In the night,
when the wolf howls to the moon
Do not fear,
it isn't because they are after you
It is because of love
And you will know you are not alone.
In the night,
when the owl hoots
Do not fear,
it isn't because they are after you
It is because of love
And you will know you are not alone.
In the night,
when you hear the sounds of nature around you
Do not fear,
Nature is in travail, preparing for the new day,
It is because of love
And you will know you are not alone.
Oh God,
How great thou art!
For love,
Is all that thou art!
Free verse © CarolineCecile - 04.06.12
by Junate Ersal |
Categories:
anniversary, lost love,
It's Saturday...
It's today...
The shouts are familiar afar
behind the bars of my mind
It's today…
The streets are packed with people,
but, the day's troubled in pain.
Crows disperse off the trees,
intimidated by the hoots of a 7 train
I'm walking and time flees
with the head fixed up in the sky.
Can't help thinking,
The Sun still shines,
squirrels are frolicking...
Today is my birthday.
I take another lonely breath in,
even the sea is celestial blue,
It was four, three hours back,
Don’t know why, no clue,
everybody is here,
except you.
by June Ellen Smith |
Categories:
food
Today I planted my tomatoes.
Last week, bought them at store.
I love tomato, grapefruit, French
On avocado; Popi grew those in
His yard. I've grown radishes,
Great in tossed salad. Fruits,
Galore is a bowl full of hoots.
Fruit in Jello grows nails strong.
I could eat salad all week long.
Lettuce, eggs, green onions, too.
Carrot salad, brocolli made sweet.
Waldorf, ambrosia, all are a treat.
Italian, Ranch. Mix Blue Cheese
And Thousand Island. Coleslaw
Dressing on cabbage is also good.
Make salad everyday, yes I would.
by ANASUYA P. PRADHAN |
Categories:
husband, i love you, love, marriage, passion, true love, trust,
We are so closely knotted that,
You ponder and I utter those unsaid words,
I whim of something and you make it happen,
If you close your eyes I fall asleep.
Tonight I want to sleep once more alone,
On the same broad warmth zone,
The love den that I call my own,
That’s one other than your shoulder.
Let me make harmony with the night,
And so the ringing howls and sailing boats,
The clashing tides and echoing hoots,
I will make peace with all to establish a midnight symphony,
Entangling the fingers of mine with yours,
And get sunk in intense love!
by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories:
beauty, joy, june, nature, night, sleep, uplifting,
Softly the night falls,
Shadowing vacant halls;
My recent morning glory,
Now is nature's history.
Petals bob in warm air;
Tweets of a love affair!
Racy brook, moon gleam,
A time has come to dream.
Night creatures very gay,
As night owl hoots away;
All humanity in a swoon-
A firefly night of June!
Toad hops on water lily,
Stars shine on tranquilly;
All the world speechless,
As if it died of happiness!
by William Bill Stevens |
Categories:
lost love,
Shooting stars burning across the sky
writing a trail of love letters
against the black, but twinkling night.
Night animals sing praises
to your lovely words.
An owl hoots applause
to the depth of your thoughts.
The moon caresses the suns' reflections.
You renew the words
and say hello again
while
the night air breathes a warm
passionate embrace
with the feelings you have conveyed.
Wakings
renew our strong bond
as the beauty of nature surrounds us.
Another star writes wonderful words of love,
and we blow kisses to the warm wind.
Smell the freshness of life.
Early darkness wakings
during a spring day sleep
by Ibohal Kshetrimayum |
Categories:
betrayal, bird, birth, birthday, black love, blue, boat,
Passing through the woods
Midnight train hoots and hoots
Owl's bubbling voice
by Tiffany Bailey |
Categories:
lost love,
Last night I laughed.
I thought about how much you make me sick,
And I laughed.
The blare just forced its way out,
And there was no holding it in.
I sought to cry,
But I laughed.
Within I felt my mind snicker as well.
I presume my loathing of you entertains me.
Otherwise, I would not have laughed.
It went on perpetually, the giggles, contained by my head.
Your ignorance and malevolence are so self-indulgent,
That I might merely laugh.
When all was through I became conscious of one thing.
The snorting, chuckling, chortling, and hoots,
They restored the fissures within my heart.
by Linda Bolt |
Categories:
nature,
Deep in a valley there is this secret place,
a place to relax with the sun upon your face.
The only way out is to climb up hills so steep
all that you can see is fields of grazing sheep!
Surrounded by restless trees rustling in a grove.
The crackling of a log that burns to heat a stove.
The cawing of a bird and the buzzing of the bees
a trickling from a stream the mind is puts at ease.
When the night-time comes, take off your walking boots
then along comes a tawny owl who sits alone and hoots.
While sitting on your deck with a million stars above
You will feel at peace and this place you’ll surely love.