by Jan Allison |
Heaven to me is purely this
After a long and stressful day
Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss
Just need to melt my cares away
In foaming oils I love to lay
Scent of lavender will arise
Ease my tension and tired sore eyes
Wrap in a warm fluffy towel
Simple pleasures will be my prize
Drift to sleep, not be a night owl
Contest Dizain Me – Dr Ram Mehta
How many syllables used - each line is 8 syllables
~awarded 3rd place~
by Elizabeth Kinch |
bird, native american, spiritual, wisdom,
Oh watchful Owl,
My spirit guide,
Help me to look
Within my darkness
Give me might,
Wrong from right.
Guide me through
Our wondrous land,
Help me understand.
Give me your eyes
To seek what's real,
Attain true love,
That I can feel.
Help to rid me
Of destructive ties,
Guide me to be
Your ancient wisdom
Within my heart.
And when I'm ready,
Teach me to fly,
Spread my wings
Toward the sky.
12th June 2017
by Arturo Michael |
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
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 Md Shahadat Hossain |
cute love, dedication, devotion, fantasy, for him,
She walks without making any sound at night
She is afraid of someone is watching her
How she could go there escaping his sight?
Her heart bit is getting louder.
Everything is sleeping except them,
Someone is waiting out there,
She has to meet him
A wild owl is watching her,
Nothing can stop her walking,
Something making her mind stronger;
It's nothing but pleasures of meeting-
For her love she can go fur and further.
by I Am Anaya |
best friend, cheer up, friendship love,
there’s a halo hanging from her head everyone agrees~je t'adore
sublime sneaky snake come slither by~who directs traffic in the grass
pal owl perched on glove~wise bird see more less spoken hears her muse recite
by AZIZAH OSMAN |
Every night, the Owl look at the sky and sees the Moon
the moon seem lonely and sad
She feels symphaty for the moon
over the time symphaty turns into love
So she flies into the sky
leaving the earth and the people who love her
just to be with her beloved Moon
and when she reach the sky
she sees beautifully shining moon surrounded by twinkling stars
But the Moon doesn't even look at her
At the end, she wanted to return to the Earth
But her wings had been broken, so do her heart
Now she had nowhere to go and nowhere to return
by Andrew Crisci |
depression, friendship, funny, love, nostalgia, places
I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!
Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!
All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!
I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn: good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!
by Emile Pinet |
beautiful, emotions, feelings, imagery, imagination, love, valentines day,
As dusk adopts a scarlet hue,
cerise ribbons package the night.
And an owl bids daylight adieu,
silhouetted against last light.
Our hearts hitch a ride to the moon,
on the wings of a turtledove.
And shining like a gold doubloon,
Luna smiles down upon our love.
Our spirits rise above the Earth,
untethered from their mortal perch.
And discover love's actual worth
lies in the finding; not the search.
We kiss below a blushing Mars,
letting our hearts and souls entwine.
And as the moon outshines the stars,
golden beams crown my Valentine.
by Albert Price |
So lovely you grace the height of glory,
Repeating nightly to the listening earth the wondrous story.
I read in your looks a knowing judge of love,
A knowledge acquired by eyes peering long from above.
Then, with pretty flight, you perch the throne
And listen to the musings of the owl in his somber tone.
His song to you makes the crickets sing,
And a harp plays as God tunes the strings.
Gleam forever, moon of my fancy dreams,
For never are the droplets of sunlight as sweet as they seem.
by Russell Sivey |
My front door, the color of pumpkins
As a skeleton adorns the screen door
Jack-o-lanterns plenty about the porch
And spider webs exist upon the floor
Owl sits on the deformed tree in the yard
Filled with many spooky eyes in the holes
A scarecrow stands guarding my open gate
Cats, all black, run around looking for moles
A witch laughing sits in a dark corner
Moving to the sound of a passerby
We wait for the first sign of fearful kids
On Halloween night, I love it, no lie
by Jeremy Street |
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 Shadow Hamilton |
sits up high,
head twisting round.
he swoops silently down.
Shrill screech of terror and pain,
the evil deed done, he returns home.
Three fluffy chicks hungrily await,
they feast, stocking up for the winter months.
Contest For the Love of October
by Nalanti Goosen |
animals, mystery, nature,
Deep large eyes staring down
Gracious but ghostly in many ways
Turn it's Head 'What does it see?'
Very careful watching me
Beautiful song that brings fear
For those who love old lady tales
Of what your voice may bring
Sad Omen so very unfound
Like an Arch Angel spreading wings
With such eminence, power and grace
Majestic bird taking it's flight
Into the black dark night
All rights reserved
by Eve Roper |
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
by Viv Wigley |
Willington canal bridge, we hand in hand
our journey pausing briefly, nothing planned.
nearby an owl hooted to egg us on,
distracting the face that I gazed upon.
eager and expectant, forward leaning,
rose lips parting, no doubting their meaning.
fingers tightly coiling around my wrists,
unnecessary, I would not resist............
loved that first soft tender fleeting kiss.
January 5th, 2016
For contest 'Wonderful- acrostic', sponsor John Hamilton.
by Robert Lindley |
beautiful, bird, creation, nature, tree, tribute, wisdom,
Owls, Silent Magic In Flight
Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
nightime is the owl's hooting life!
Resting in tall trees in the hollow
the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
owl's eating demands business not play!
A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
to love and admire if one simply tries!
A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!
Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
Trappings of femininity
Cagey breasts, Alexandrian perfume
An act of seduction
Not stupid in blunt fingernails
Painted rose a caressing owl
Scratches blood and snatches wallet
In crafty hands Love towels roll
clod in time my flesh intersects
the heat, boot and crawling insects.
by Matt Caliri |
I see you
A fuzz fringe fizzing
Across peek-a-boo moon
Croo croo night
I love you too
Heart thumps with the
Crickety crickets on the
Brown fence pickets
Pounds with the sounds
Of warm, neighborly chatter
Here we go
A B-22 coming' in
Out of the black
I am gorgeous
Cry the winds
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
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 Agona Apell |
beauty, love, marriage, romance,
If the moon was wrapped in her robes
And the stars gave way to the twinkle in her eyes,
What splendor we would behold in the night sky
Above the loathsome owl!
Beyond that sky I now send warm prayers
That the lord blesses me with a thousand lovers
And makes her all of them;
And that the young wrinkled love that now forms
Should grow to brim with youth when we brim
That sweet day to come!
by Hgarvey Daniel Esquire |
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
by Probir Gupta |
allusion, beauty, bird, freedom, ocean, passion,
Hi old companion from primitive dark
When we look at the moon in delight
You roll your eyes in curious quirk
Why don't we wait and love dark night
Like you do whether in sun or in rain
For you know beauty sparkles best then
When amidst intense stories of night
You do have your lovely dancing height
Look there the moon is splashing on
The dream waters of the Mediterranean
Now you will perhaps disembark
For your primary pleasure plunder
I am keeping awake to watch the spark
The art of hunting in green grandeur
July 20, 2016
by Kalyani Bindu |
of an owl,
the flesh of
His day of
by Kenneth Fordham |
adventure, animals, life, love, nature, visionary, longing,
The stillness of night,
Hoot Owl calls, longing for her,
Springtime in the air.
by Sara Kendrick |
Owl always love you
You are a hoot at midnight
I just love the way you say whoooo, whoooo...
I am glad that you chose me
To be your tree mate
I wouldn't want to be out on a limb with anyone but you