Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “And the Birds Warbled”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/and-the-birds-warbled/
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Sunset … you may visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. My poem is about “Twilight”, just after Sunset.
Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. Incredibly, I now have “1711” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! (on my bookshelf I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems … )
Click on >> Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 8, Beyond Flawed Paws
Beyond Flawed Paws
We are flying north before winter I am on the edge of the flock The outside feather of the throng Away from the main group. But close enough To sense that I belong
Even with my tired and aging wings The congregation allows me to tag along And they caringly bunch together Sheltering me when the wind is strong
We are a humble and united colony Paternally migrating in perfect harmony As part of nature’s cycle of eternity
We soar above the flawed paws Of the world’s sparring humanity And beyond those sharp claws Of their tragic and panicky community
Today, my Throwback Friday poem was written on December 4th, 2020
Every Ordinary Day
If you look up There is air and sky If you look backward There goes the sunset If you look forward Here comes sunrise If you look sideways There shines the fullness of the day
Look and you will feel Nature sharing her love Look and you will hear Her crescendo of life’s adrenaline
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 