Harshly spoken into the night air
The word like a poison arrow landed
Seemingly twas shot without a care
Harshly spoken into the night air
Its speaker seemed quite unaware
That a young loving heart was badly branded
Harshly spoken into the night air
The word like a poison arrow landed
Triolet
A day that honors
Our many feathered friends
The Backyard Birds,
Who serenade us with song
And wake us from sleep
In the early morning light,
With their sweet cooing
Sounds and cheerful songs of joy.
Oh, that we should do the same!
Choka
Written in honor of the birds that visit my yard and patio on Bird Day USA- May 4th
Bird Day in the USA / May 4, 2017
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Reaching and missing
The brass ring
Never givin’ up
Syllable Lune
Be a Wandraiser
Animals need wands
To help them
Not magic
Wands, but old mascara wands
Recycled and Reused
You can help.
It’s a little thing.
Something
You can do.
Wildlife and enviroment
Benefit from this.
Double Shadorma
Click the links below to learn more or see how you can help
Wands For Wildlife–Appalachian Wildlife Refuge
Save Your Mascara Wands To Help Animals In Need
Image from: ( Appalachian Wildlife Refuge )
May is a merry month
Filled with a Holiday
For every race and creed
Senryu
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Again and again I cry
Again and again I stay
Again and again I sigh
Again and again I pay
Again and again I try
Again and again I pray
Syllablic Verse
The stones of life
Large or small, can trip you up
Choose your steps with care
Think before you place your foot
Stones are everywhere
Tanka
I sit here and wait to see
Who will visit me
Maybe a bee
Or leaf fallen from a tree
There is a possiblity
It may be a dignitary
On this bright Spring day
Or a tired child at play
Come what may
Night or day
All are welcome
Not just some
So whether King or Bum
I don’t care where you’re from
If you’re passing by
Please sit and say “Hi”
Skeltonic Verse
Have you ever
Tasted tears of sorrow
After tasting defeat?
Have you ever
Tasted tears of delight
After tasting success?
Tasting tears
Be they bitter or sweet
Is the palate of life
Syllabic Verse
They will look at my home
And laugh at its Vintage style
Yet no matter where I roam
I will think of my place and smile
Its not a mansion with a dome
Nor a castle on an isle
But I look at my home
And love it’s Vintage style
Rhyme
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 