Posted in Halloween Project II: A Countdown to Halloween, tagged birds, death, halloween, poetry, swan, writing on October 10, 2012| Leave a Comment »
a black swan laughed at my funeral
its cackles billowed out, mocking my memory
many gasped, still others laughed
they knew me well
a black swan laughed at my funeral
its wings swept the tears away
many were startled while others giggled
so I decided to sit a spell
a black swan laughed at my funeral
its splashing was heard above the wailing
many looked over in dismay
so I took flight aboard the swan
and vowed to return for you all
Posted in Halloween Project II: A Countdown to Halloween, tagged birds, death, halloween, haunted, poetry, tree on October 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »
they flock around me
to hear what i say
about the acres of dead
i tend to each day
many can’t see
the blood the feeds me
and the decaying corpses of animal and human
that keep me full and warm
i’m the wooden ferryman
for the dead that fall before me
and i’m the keeper of their souls
from now onto eternity
Posted in Love and/or Friends, Poetry, tagged birds, cupid, dating, injury, relationships on April 5, 2012| Leave a Comment »
i played badminton the other day
and hit cupid in the wing
he cursed up and down
as i rolled on the ground
laughing because i was aiming for his
quiver of half-smitten arrows
the cat gave a beat down today
it attacked the evil that wanted to stay
she gnawed it raw
and slashed it with her paws
until it expired
and she disappeared
back into the healing waters
the bird with feathers of fire came
it nestled on a weather vane
proud it was
it pruned its long red wings
it picked out the frailties
and insecurities
while it left its heart with a hairline fracture
it hoped it could still beat amongst the chatter
of pale and sick fowl that made food of corpses
that littered the ground
while somewhere her mate
flies higher to find her.
Posted in Halloween Project: A Countdown to Halloween, Pets and Animals, Poetry, tagged birds, crow, death, halloween, haunted on October 24, 2011| Leave a Comment »
a crow sat at my side
he pecked and squawked though the night
more birds came and surrounded me
a bloated corpse grounded my body
the murder kept me at bay
as pale memories haunted my getaway
portiaganymede23 