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Swoop by Gem
Swoop
Gliding on a upward draft
Wing out streached
Glinting eye
The world out streached
Soring high
Pray in eye
Her body sleek
Swooping deep
Death by eye
Gliding on a upward draft
Wing out streached
Glinting eye
The world out streached
Soring high
Pray in eye
Her body sleek
Swooping deep
Death by eye
Swoop by Fassbinder
Swoop by Fassbinder
The Highway Code in Rhyl
Is overlooked
And lovers
Of the over-cooked
Bend
Should descend
On Rhyl.
One Nil to the Lexus!
The honourable roadkill
It’s animal pelt
Poulticed to the radiator grille
‘That’s just the way it is.
Some things will never change’-
Sings the sales rep
Speeding to Bruce Hornsby
& The Range. Imagines the fender:
A bonnet caked in mange.
The nearest thing to ‘company’
He’ll get.
In his company car.
A kestrel coasts on thermals
Between Clywd clouds
And road-flanked Poplars
Waiting to swoop
----------------------------
A Lexus
Refusing to move down
A gear. Caught out
Takes the corner at forty. Careers.
Slides. Then plunges.
A huge descent …
Overturned.
Crushed.At the foot of the cliffs.
Silent and static
Save a heavenwards pair
of offside spinning hubcaps
And Magic FM still
Playing:
“That’s just the way it is.
Some things will never change”.
A kestrel coasts on thermals
Between Clywd clouds
And road-flanked Poplars
Waiting to swoop
Waiting to swoop
Waiting to swoop
On Rhyl.
The Highway Code in Rhyl
Is overlooked
And lovers
Of the over-cooked
Bend
Should descend on Rhyl.
The Highway Code in Rhyl
Is overlooked
And lovers
Of the over-cooked
Bend
Should descend
On Rhyl.
One Nil to the Lexus!
The honourable roadkill
It’s animal pelt
Poulticed to the radiator grille
‘That’s just the way it is.
Some things will never change’-
Sings the sales rep
Speeding to Bruce Hornsby
& The Range. Imagines the fender:
A bonnet caked in mange.
The nearest thing to ‘company’
He’ll get.
In his company car.
A kestrel coasts on thermals
Between Clywd clouds
And road-flanked Poplars
Waiting to swoop
----------------------------
A Lexus
Refusing to move down
A gear. Caught out
Takes the corner at forty. Careers.
Slides. Then plunges.
A huge descent …
Overturned.
Crushed.At the foot of the cliffs.
Silent and static
Save a heavenwards pair
of offside spinning hubcaps
And Magic FM still
Playing:
“That’s just the way it is.
Some things will never change”.
A kestrel coasts on thermals
Between Clywd clouds
And road-flanked Poplars
Waiting to swoop
Waiting to swoop
Waiting to swoop
On Rhyl.
The Highway Code in Rhyl
Is overlooked
And lovers
Of the over-cooked
Bend
Should descend on Rhyl.
Swoop by Maddy
I look around in the shadows
Predators wait, they are hunting
Waiting for prey to scoop
An Eagle crashing down the meadows
In seconds the prey is swooped
The first thought is wonderment
To the beautiful Eagle so elegant, fast
Definitely not an easy task
But then the overwhelming feeling
Of a life lost
But that is the way the circle of life swung
For one has to go up high and come very low
To complete the full circle of a beautiful swoop
Predators wait, they are hunting
Waiting for prey to scoop
An Eagle crashing down the meadows
In seconds the prey is swooped
The first thought is wonderment
To the beautiful Eagle so elegant, fast
Definitely not an easy task
But then the overwhelming feeling
Of a life lost
But that is the way the circle of life swung
For one has to go up high and come very low
To complete the full circle of a beautiful swoop
Swoop by Lucy Coats
Stormswoop
Swallowsong splinters
shriek across sky,
stormswoop of arrow notes
piercing thunderheads
with needles of sound;
releasing rain
down
--------and
---------------------down
sharp, stumbling drops,
stinging, pricking,
stabbing dry earth
to life.
Swallowsong splinters
shriek across sky,
stormswoop of arrow notes
piercing thunderheads
with needles of sound;
releasing rain
down
--------and
---------------------down
sharp, stumbling drops,
stinging, pricking,
stabbing dry earth
to life.
Copyright: Lucy Coats 2009
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http://www.awfullybigblogadventure.blogspot.com/
Follow Lucy on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/lucycoats
Next theme: Journey
With over 50% of the votes the next theme is: Journey
Journey 18 (52%)Wealth 15 (44%)
Fruit 14 (41%)
Fall 12 (35%)
End 8 (23%)
Journey 18 (52%)Wealth 15 (44%)
Fruit 14 (41%)
Fall 12 (35%)
End 8 (23%)
Swoop by Lilly Decedere
Swoop
My body fell, awkwardly.
Brawny concrete hugged my aching spine,
Dear oils and man's sweet sap
enriched my gashed gown,
Intricate anxiety penetrated my cold heart,
You swooped so cruelly!
It always happens when you most expect it...
My body fell, awkwardly.
Brawny concrete hugged my aching spine,
Dear oils and man's sweet sap
enriched my gashed gown,
Intricate anxiety penetrated my cold heart,
You swooped so cruelly!
It always happens when you most expect it...
Hope by Val Fletcher
Not this months theme but hey...
Hope
I am a soldier of courage, and I know that you are too, so whatever life can throw at us we strive to make it through. The ups and downs, the highs and lows, it never rains but it pours, and then it hails and snows. Still we struggle on, and still we fight the fight, because we know that with luck and hope one day things may come right. So with heads held high we carry on hoping its not for much longer,and we all know very well that which does not kill us only makes us stronger.
By Val Fletcher
Hope
I am a soldier of courage, and I know that you are too, so whatever life can throw at us we strive to make it through. The ups and downs, the highs and lows, it never rains but it pours, and then it hails and snows. Still we struggle on, and still we fight the fight, because we know that with luck and hope one day things may come right. So with heads held high we carry on hoping its not for much longer,and we all know very well that which does not kill us only makes us stronger.
By Val Fletcher
Swoop by Val Fletcher
Swoop
One thing i like very much is when the swallows swoop, its usually early evening when they come out to feed and they loop the loop. They like to swoop above the water and catch insects for their tea, and as they fly and swoop around they seem to say look at me, I can fly and swoop around while you can only watch from down there on the ground. And yes that is so and I stand and watch in awe, and admire you little swallows for now and evermore.
- Val Fletcher
One thing i like very much is when the swallows swoop, its usually early evening when they come out to feed and they loop the loop. They like to swoop above the water and catch insects for their tea, and as they fly and swoop around they seem to say look at me, I can fly and swoop around while you can only watch from down there on the ground. And yes that is so and I stand and watch in awe, and admire you little swallows for now and evermore.
- Val Fletcher
Swoop by Aaron Flynn
Swoop...
Descend on shafts of light;
seek out the truths which elude you
from your perch
up there
so clinical and detached.
Come down.
Where all is real.
Where pain is felt
and not just imagined,
not merely a philosophical debate
on synapses and nerves,
but all too sharp, and cruel
and real.
Descend on shafts of light;
seek out the truths which elude you
from your perch
up there
so clinical and detached.
Come down.
Where all is real.
Where pain is felt
and not just imagined,
not merely a philosophical debate
on synapses and nerves,
but all too sharp, and cruel
and real.
"The quality of decision is like the well-timed swoop of a falcon which enables it to strike and destroy its victim."
-Sun Tzu
-Sun Tzu
Virtues by Gemma
Virtues
Kneeling on the ground
her hands together
her mouth muttering silent words
her eyes closed
A single tear
she kneels in silence
blessed by a golden light
protected in her virtues
The daemons circle her
a gnashing of teeth
claws ready to snatch
sniffing the air
she keeps the faith
she holds on
repeating her promises
reciting her mantra
They try different tricks
weaving dark thoughts
sowing seeds of doughty
untrusting feelings
The light is strong
she smiles hearing the truth
she stands and starts to walk
salvation is near
she walks into the light
saved by her virtue
not letting them pull her down
smiling and walking
she looks back and whispers
"keep smiling don't let them get you"
and then she is gone
Freedom
Kneeling on the ground
her hands together
her mouth muttering silent words
her eyes closed
A single tear
she kneels in silence
blessed by a golden light
protected in her virtues
The daemons circle her
a gnashing of teeth
claws ready to snatch
sniffing the air
she keeps the faith
she holds on
repeating her promises
reciting her mantra
They try different tricks
weaving dark thoughts
sowing seeds of doughty
untrusting feelings
The light is strong
she smiles hearing the truth
she stands and starts to walk
salvation is near
she walks into the light
saved by her virtue
not letting them pull her down
smiling and walking
she looks back and whispers
"keep smiling don't let them get you"
and then she is gone
Freedom
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