by Donna Howerton |
Categories:
petsdog, dog,
When I can barely see the sun, I put on my clothes and get out the shot gun.
My bird dog is my shadow all full of excitement and love because he knows he'll soon be
able to run.
We load in the truck and drive to the site where we hunt pheasant with all our might.
My dog is my best friend. He knows me well, as he flushed up a rooster and the first one fell.
When we come home all tired and sore, we know the next day we'll be ready for more.
It doesn't matter how much time we spend, as there's nothing better than hunting with my
best friend.
by Devi Maya Pradhan |
Categories:
dedication, desire, imagery, inspirational love, love, mystery,
Love, thou art the Sirius,
the golden pheasant and the rose,
I was gleeful, a little curious
content with whom I chose.
Thou single sight fill me with pleasure
thrilling as a twisty roller coaster ride;
like the glorious shining treasure
demurred was I by thy side.
Thou possessed the bizarre aura,
that made me adhere with thee,
thy fragrant tentamount to flora
got me sink in the insanity.
Let's ignite the love of ours
let it be immortal
we shall rejoice for tranquil hours
with those bountiful chortle.
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, endurance, i love you, imagery,
the Dolphin a love Sonnet That I May Walk--
My blue dolphin, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you DANCE, WALK and prowl,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the great gray owl.
Let me compare you to a good sawdust?
You are more unreal, gentle and pleasant.
Clear heat toasts the light frolics of August,
And summertime has the argus pheasant.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your legs and personality.
Thinking of your shiny smile fills my days.
My love for you is the morality.
Now I must away with an active heart,
Remember my bright words whilst we're apart.
3/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson |
Categories:
friendship, holiday, inspirational, peace, people, philosophy, seasons,
I have every reason
To put in words a season
Bearing good will, love and joy for one and all
So I present to you this present
No, it isn’t duck or pheasant –
Nor a shopping spree at some local, jam-packed mall
See, my wish for you today
Will never fade away
It shines like sparkling diamonds in a brilliant, crystal hall
May you be present in every moment
May you have no fear or foment
And may you always rise in triumph when you fall
May every moment of your present
Be generous, kind and pleasant
Filled with peace, on earth, right now, for one and all
by Meru Groen |
Categories:
life,
The rose and the thorn,
from mother, we're torn.
The future lies on,
the past lies so long.
The hawk and pheasant,
the moon in crescent.
The stolen lightning,
the odd sky sighting.
Robotic mankind,
with a godless mind.
Then comes the black hat,
he knows where it's at.
A silvery tongue,
to enslave the young.
The wall and the brick,
the clocks heartless tick.
Then the cosmic sign,
of justice divine.
Just around the bend,
to rise and ascend.
The man that's to be,
falls on bended knee.
The fall of the fist,
the serpents' last hiss.
The fate of mankind,
the contract was signed.
The Flight of The Dove,
The Power of Love!
date:6-15-22
by C.W. Bryan |
Categories:
bird, death,
The sun has brung out a low spinescene
against the brush housing thrush and pheasants
My father moves as death, silhouetted
A proper Shropshire lad I hang my neck
In shame and solidarity. The brittleboned,
the sky-minded, evicted from their homes
by the bullet, blinded with momentum,
shrieking with hunger, begging for a crumb
of flesh or feather, asleep or awake.
No bullet I’ve known will discriminate.
There is love in the hunt, in trigger wrought Death.
It comes! Comes softly as my father’s breath.
Perfumed with gunpowder, the bullet’s kiss
The pheasant’s hollow spine parted like lips.
by Christuraj Alex |
Categories:
bird, care, fear, life, nature,
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She's joyously restless though fears in her abound
She's aware of the haughty hounds roaming around
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She knows nature will protect them with love profound
Her eggs will hatch and chicks will fly victory crowned
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She's joyously restless though fears in her abound
22 June 2021
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
magic, music, romance, sweet love,
She wanted the dinner to be specail so she asked
her specail freind to fix it for her.
she would offer both roast pheasant and chicken
combined with fried polenta with
buttermilk ,bacon bits redbell peppers, chives and asparagus.
Sagey dressing. Garlicey mashed potatoes, and gravey.
goat cheese/cream cheese herbed pastries.
garden salad with croutons, and a savory Catilina dressing.
Boc Choy and cabbage.
roasted butternut squash medallions.
a rich poundcake and brioche bread pudding
with eggnog, dates, coconuts, dried cherries, and dreid mango:
served with vanilla icecream and toffee.
an offering of wines.
All to get people smiling.
by Vilmos Zoltan Galyo |
Categories:
life, love,
Where is my butterfly?
I just walk through woods and fields every day,
and I don't find
Single desire can't find a lonely love, she searched day and night
Hmm, this field is full of beautiful butterflies,
Colourful lives
Let's go to another field and walk on the paths,
Hmm, blind butterflies
Maybe this single desire is an invisible man's life
Hmm. Fields, goodbye
Single desire is a grouse, he just flies and flies
The grouse is a pheasant. No more butterfly