On The Wind

On the Wind

Freedom whispers
on the wind...
Lo! The wild horses
run!

Born unto vast
prairies,
And stabled 'neath
the sun.

Bathed in cloud borne
waters,
Summer's storm their
symphony;

Brethren to the
Zephyr,
Starlit night their
canopy.

In the cadence
of their hoof beats
One hears
Mother Nature sing!

Freedom whispers
on the wind...
Wild horses
are awing!

© 1998, 2003 by Barbara Anne Dunn

Dawn

Dawn

Dawn blushed; betrayed her waking sky
To gently break another morrow fine.
Night waned – the black receding – highland
Reaching for the early morning wine.

The chorus rendered frantic caws and
Chirps and other avian song,
Mapping out the 'mine and yours, ' and
Goading more to sing along!

Quiescent water – deep of lake –
Reflected out the hazy red, but
Through the glass, a flick, a break:
An urgent tail from hidden bed!

And in the meadow, waking faces
Calmly spread a coloured veil;
The dew disclosing spider laces –
Oft with once a fly’s travail!

Dawn blushed; revealed her inner peace;
She handed on another blissful day.
Night ebbed, relenting to release of
Warming blood that gives to her display.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

What Have We Done?

What Have We Done?

Lying dormant underground a thief of life is waiting
To steal the breath from those unaware
Unknown to man until this time when care has not been taken
To save our souls from what is lying there

Now who is to say what can be done to stop the devastation
That spreads like fire among us one and all
As we discover that which we have done to live
Is now the very thing that heralds our own ending call

To live the lives that bring our ease we care not what we take
As we remove every resource from the ground
Then stand in shame when all goes wrong
When the sun goes down

We have burned a path among the trees and vines that protect us
Stolen the very air from our skies
And now we stand among the ruins of our own creation
Watching the Earth as we know it say goodbye

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Struttin' the Peacock Rag

Struttin' the Peacock Rag
(Just a note. The males lose their long tail feathers in autumn
- not that it stops them struttin' the peacock rag)

Flash the blue high stepper
Doffing the green fedora
Sparkle the blades
Down the legs
And strut the peacock rag

Wink your wings to the ladies
Croon that old siren song
Hop with the rest
Show her your best
And strut the peacock rag

Spring is your casino royale
Summer is Reno and Vegas
Swooning the hens
Mooning the wrens
And strutting the peacock rag

But alas it is now coming winter
The tail is tattered and bare
Lost the last feather
Damn this weather
And strutting the peacock rag

You waggle your tail boldly
And furl your pinions up high
Sadly only stubs
No eyes, only nubs
Trying to peacock rag.

And the ladies are all a twitter
Giggling in a dither
At their silly peacock rag.

Lynn Kincade 

White Eagle

White Eagle (excerpt)

The white eagle searches the sky
For the hope of the awakening below
In circles of light
The ever-reaching eye of truth
Pierces it way into you

For the purity of its flight
Will surely bless you
In the inner peace of internal bliss
To an ever increasing world of creativity

The white eagles wings covers your way
In the protection from the spirits
That has chosen you to follow
And then to lead
Among the difficult paths
To effect humanity’s plight

David Lester Young 11-24-01