Not Pour Choices

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Wings of Life

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Redbreast

Caught a flash of red
in the hedgerow yesterday
A little robin redbreast
in the branches on the way
Sitting there quite peacefully
as nature had intended
his plumage looking lovely
and his redbreast rather splendid

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Tale of a Bird

Up I fly
above the clouds,
but the clouds fly
above me too…

Off I go,
yet I don’t,
that’s the beauty
of an edge-less home!

My Little Yellow Bird (child’s poem)

You are a bird.

A little yellow bird.

Junko Trapeze

 

Dark-eyed Junko trapeze from branch to branch.

Outside my window they gather for some feed…

Such a Tiny Thing

Sing little bird,
fly overhead,
rest in the trees’
wavering breeze.
Lift the curtain high at dawn
let the flickering candles yawn.

You’re Tiny Chickadee

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Oh, Chickadee Oh, chickadee

With The Winds

Winds, howled
Winds, whisted
Winds, rustled
Winds, hummed

Winds, silenced

A Pose For Photography

Lord your handiwork is a wonder to see.

Nature on display never fails to fascinate.

As there are so many varieties of species.

Abiding Presence – haiku

As My love draws near,

don’t forget to follow…

 

The New Year Prayer

These prayers I send
as birds into the sky
Gentle, as flowers bend
to lift clouds from the eye

Thought is a Bird

Thought is a bird
In these hands
Yet
Wings flapping

Thought is a bird
With one home
Yet
Seldom on same branch

Identity

Make a cloud, of me
My Lord
I am losing my identity, as a bird

Beware of Fences: Musette

Poetry challenge: Musette poem

silence
of a bird still
on fence

A Soil For Free

in the blink of an eye
humans so multiply
reaching earth’s corners
yet turning into loners

Nocturnal plight

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Nocturnal Plight

As dusk awakes the objects take shape

From vague outline to detailed vivid beings

Nocturnal sight alight peer at crawling delights

Mice, rats or even chicks that come in sight

My eyes wide open, I perch on the birch

Tis different tonight, I have no meal or bite

Ninety nights and nine in row I waited to

Dine with Gale, my blind date.

Scuffle and ruffle a sound too familiar