Barred Owl

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I am a barred owl whose skill is to hunt.
Like night-light vision and soulful brown eyes,
I can search from high in a darken sky.
In a dash and swoop, my prey I confront.

By day, I rest and snooze within a tree.
If I’m awakened by an unknown sound
With eyes wide open, I look all around.
my head turns to all sides so I can see.

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Photo and poem by me (Richard Smith)

Photo was taken with a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70-400mm, ISO 3200, 400mm, f/7.1, 1/1000 of a sec. Location: Nolan Trail, Newport News, VA 4/21/17

 

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Spring is with Romance

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Spring is the birth for a new beginning.
Life starts from a passion of affection.
Pollination begins with life’s connection.
Plants bud, flowers bloom, and birds start singing.

Mating rituals start with a dance of love.
He sings his song to the one of his choice.
She beckons his calling with sounding voice.
A new generation they are thinking of.

Hurry! Hurry! We need to make this nest.
For I am with family can’t you see.
I will build this nest from the very best.
This is for you, me and the other three.
Babies nestled under their mother’s breast.
The fledglings were loved, nourished and had no need.
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Photo and poem by me (R. Smith)
Photo was taken with a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70-400mm, ISO 800,
400mm, f/7.1, 1/1000 of a sec.  Location: Lions bridge, Newport News, VA
4/17/17

A Bird with a Talon to Fish

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I swoop and dive into the river James.
Out from the shallow water’s a fish I retain.
My young juveniles with open beaks awaits me.
I nourish them with fish I caught by the talons of my feet.

Pictured taken from a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70–400mm,
1/1250 sec., at f5.6, ISO 400, 360mm

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A Gardner’s Challenge

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Natural
Summer

A summer Poem

Children blow on my puff ball crown

and watch my feathery seed

float gently to the ground.

Proudly I wear my yellow hat

for all to see

as I mingle amongst a field of green.

Gardeners flame

and curse my domain

as I sit amidst a lawn so trained.

I am an herb, a plant , a weed,

I am the trinity

that will flourish for infinity.

By Richard Smith

Comments are appreciated
Criticism is welcomed

A sonnet poem

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Once a month at a local coffee shop, they open their doors to a poetry open mic session.  The prompt for July is write a poem of our favorite letter of the alphabet. This is my first attempt at an open mic for poetry.  Before I read my poem I thought I’d put it out in the blog-a-fear for comments and likes.  Here is my sonnet.

I am a letter, not just any letter

I am special, consonants and vowels I lead

Alphabet of twenty six is my need

Alone, I help the sentence sound better.

 

My friends b through z have personal names

Such as bravo, charley, delta, and more

It’s a gender thing, mighty to adore

Masculine names clarify, so they claim

 

I trust by now you know your a b c’s

It is easy to know, who leads the pack

All my clues leave you the best to believe

Take a guess or do you need to go back

I am destine to triumph and succeed

I am A, the ah, ey of the sound track

 

Comments are welcomed
Criticism is accepted
Thank you for the like