Showing the love

Hi everyone! I was talking to another poet on the site and this person had an awesome idea of posting any poems of love or encouragement you might have for Andrea and her baby bird. There's been a number of them out on the boards already and from what I have heard it has given Andrea and Robyn great comfort. So write what you feel from your heart and I'm sure they will feel all our love and support this amazing group of writers have to give. Hugs! These are Four heartfelt poems already in

http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poems/1262041

To you, Andrea, and your Bird
by Ben Pickard Nov 5, 2017category : Nature, environment / nature

A little rhyme for dandelions -
for mistletoe
and such;

to poets who have written of
a dove, a wren
or thrush.

The open fields that gleam with gold,
or rivers and
the streams;

the stars that wink, the dewy moss -
the sunlight's
warming beams.

Behold all this and drink it in
and smell the scent
in weeds;

let oceans, cliffs and mountainsides
turn nightmares
into dreams.

And when you're spent, your glitter dulled -
the moonshine dimmed
by half -

don't let the rain put out your flame
or quell your
happy laugh.

-

*For Andrea and her Bird. My thoughts and sincerest
best wishes are with you always.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poems/1262100

Baby bird (for Robyn)
by Brenda Nov 8, 2017category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems

I haven't really flown
in so long-
You know, that pure flight...
Flying high
the trade winds keeping me
on course-
All well with myself and this life.
-
Alas my wings have been
badly scarred-
Years on the streets
have left them broken and torn.
But I will soar again-
For inside this body
beats a strong heart-
A heart of a warrior...
-
They say it takes
a village
to raise a child-
I know I'm not alone
in this fight.
My family, my friends,
total strangers
sending prayers-
sending strength-
sending so much love...
For me-
A person even I had given up on...
They all believe,
just as I do,
that I will fly again...

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http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poems/1262091

Birds of a feather (dedicated to Andrea)
by Michael Nov 7, 2017category : Friendship, family / family

A Raven-ous croaking;
echoes of haunted
screeching!

Frenetic flapping-
they flock.

Clack and snap
at her twigs
of tranquillity!

they-
drooled from their
carrion minable!

Mocking.

Common-black;
dark humour.

SHOO! SHOO!

Scavengers of a
heinous pecking
order!

I prey!

Feathers ruffled.

For she is a mother-
an Eagle.

Now landed.

Huffin and Puffin..
they take to the sky.

An unfancied
flight!

and..

good riddance!

* Please not this is a re-post and slightly edited -
a dedication to Andrea and her family*

Also - not to be nominated. Thank you
Michael :)

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http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poems/1262109

Little bird
by Black hole Nov 8, 2017category : Friendship, family / family

Sweetheart, let me sing you a lullaby
on a night of November.
Do not fear of this loneliness,
I will always be with you - remember.

I know we are far from the lights,
but if death comes I will warn her.
Pumpkin, do not forget,
I am your lantern even in the darkest corner.

In this melancholy of the Autumn,
I paint roses with tears of the moon.
Oh Moon-flower, once the spring comes;
little buds won't take much longer to bloom.

Hey Little bird, hold my hand
and try to fall in your pearly glow sleep.
You will fly once again at oceans' end; your
dreams reach the shores - nothing is to weep.

Wow These are awesome writes. The very heart of P&Q pouring. I hope others too would joine.
What a wonderful Idea, What a wonderful thread dear Brenda.

A lovely thread, Brenda, as ddavidd says. A special place this.

The Uncaged Songbird

Winter storms long past
yet show their damage
twisted wings torn feathers.

Too far from the nest or not
she found her way home
to nuzzling ministrations

Straightened wings still
can’t make the robin fly
but she shelters under mom’s

The tolls of the bad season
brings wee one to the brink
hen still smoothes feathers.

Poor Robin sings her final
song of dedication to others
who’ve not yet found home

Brilliant melody taken up
by mother bird in sweet woe
robins pass angels fly again

How sweet dear Larry

Lovely and thoughtful thread Miss Brenda.

So wonderful to see lovely tributes posted-for a fellow poet and family in very uncomfortable times

Michael x

Larry, this is just beautiful! A lovely dedication to Robyn and Andrea.

Thank you Michael. It touches my heart to know when one of us hurts, we all do. I know as parents it's the last thing we want our child to go through.

I'm in tears and Robyn is in awe of such beauty.....she is getting these in print if that is ok with all of you....she wants to have these with her....what all of you are doing for my child and myself has given me and Robyn a special kind of comfort....thank you

See Brenda you made a difference. Made these two birds to sit for a little on the branches of these beautiful words, and feel if life is not forever, love is!!

Andrea, we love you, you are part of this crazy P &Q family. In in some small way we can bring comfort to you and Robyn, that's all that matters. There's no need to thank us...we all hope you are just feeling the love.

Love is indeed Frank! Thank you!

I haven't written anything in a while so re-wrote this for you both;

How do you know........those moments are here
Is it the longing, yearning....or the worry when torn apart
a minute alone a lifetime wasted, does hearing her name awake you
sharing a moment, knowing it was golden, or crying in her arms feeling sad
dare you imagine a life without her, soldiering on bravely, just a distraught shell
Is it those moments during daydreams when you picture her face, her smile
Or the times you cannot sleep, because you haven't shared a laugh today
have you felt hunger from the pit of your stomach eating happiness
her laugh now a ballad of hope, her embrace shudders your soul
Concentration long since departed, just lingering thoughts
her image, her being, have found a place in your mind
Your beating heart skips when she calls you,
world around slows down to a halt
when she kisses you goodnight
nothing in life matters more,
when she says she loves you
you just wonder quietly,
could she love herself
is this what love is
pain, hope, belief
you should know
It found you
through her
And her
Mum

(looks better centred)

Oh be still my heart

Gathering of Angels

I go to a place where
dreams criss cross
within buckets of poetry.

Soothing pen names
gather alongside tear drops,
and this is where the angels gather.

They speak in whispers,
precious notations,
they collect my pain in punctuation.

These angels sing daily
upon dark nightmares
and lonely sunsets;

they dry my sorrowful tears.

They comfort my baby
when she thinks she's alone,
just by the beautiful words they write.

These angels, they guide me
and will be with me always -

and they thought they were just poets....

*For the P and Q Family*

I thought I would add one as well

Darren, this is really lovely.

Love you Andrea! This is just beautiful! Hugs-

Ah Andrea,

such a lovely poem to write and post to your fellow poets. I am honoured and sending love and warmth, with all thoughts for you and your family :)

Much love
Michael xx

This site is so full of love.
Andrea... that was beautiful.

The Bird of Every Season

They keep saying
"winter is coming, be prepared"
but what do they truly mean?
Her heart survives every season.
I know you dread these months,
though spring still lovingly calls
and summer croons in your bosom.

And I watch, as you nurture her,
waking in the shadow of her wings,
as she was once born under yours.

You gave her life and look,
she is still blossoming -
her wings will not give in
to the weight of the world;
despite the cruel weather that
tries to corrode all hope,
she will rise again.

She will fly to you, always to you,
never away...

A Song Only A Mother Could Sing

This is a love that can't be taught,
a love that can't be replicated,
for each daughter is unique,
the song she bravely sings
flowing from the purest rivers of her heart.

This is a love that sparks throughout generations,
that could never be tainted by earthly possessions,
that always comes back no matter the hardship.
This is a love that travels nations, galaxies,
that creates its own vision of what heaven must be like.

This love is sung loudly on the darkest night,
when the moon hides away and everything weeps.
This love is a garden that feeds mother and daughter alike,
and that the whole world can become inspired by.

Mary Anne, these are so beautiful...

Just beautiful *tear*

Be still my heart

Two beautiful pieces, Mary Anne. What a wonderful inspiration.

Beautiful poems Mary Anne. So heartfelt!

Darren great job making a beautiful poem and in the same time drawing the map of Latin america, all the way down to the Chile, the homeland of Pablo Neruda.

My Journey

I see a light
up on that horizon.
I'm not afraid-
I feel at times
I've already lived a thousand lives....
-
I'm sad though-
it's not easy to say good-bye.
I want to hold on-
knowing I won't be able to
makes each moment precious,
every memory etched
in my heart...
-
A lot of water
has run under my life's bridge.
At times, whirlpools,
swift and dangerous -
I won't lie, I've been pulled under
a time or two.
Now, a more peaceful current
has me drifting ever closer
to the end of my journey...
-
I won't say everything
was grand-
But I know
deep in my heart,
the good outweighed the bad.
Mama, don't be sad -
Your baby bird
is finally gonna fly again...

Written with love to a child I have never met but through her mom's amazing words have grown to know and love as one of my own....I wish you a safe journey Robyn- hugs sweet girl -

I have been trying to write something but words fail me. I hope you know I'm thinking of you both

lovely Brenda.

Dear Em don't feel pressured. I don't think that is what Andrea or Brenda want you to feel.

Everyone knows how loving person you are.

I was going to say the same thing, Em. Words just fail me and I just want to support those who have written for dear Ms. Andrea already. Beautiful pieces.

Frank, I thought of the shape as a wing. :-)

Oh definitely, don't stress it, this is just a thinking of you thread. I really think Andrea knows how much we all love her.

"Frank, I thought of the shape as a wing. :-)"
Oops. Lets just pretend I knew that but I thought it looked more like Latin America. ;) ;)

edited: SORRY Darren MY BRAIN CAPASITY WAS TOTALY DRAINED IN THE DISTANCE BETWEEN TWO HEAVY METAL EXAMINATION. NO DISRESPECT TO YOUR HEARTFELT SENTIMENT. AT THE SAME TIME I MADE THAT MISTAKE I PAID 8$ FOR A LATTE AND FORGET TO TAKE IT . MY FRIEND WHO WORKES THERE SAID : IT WAS NOT THAT HELERIOUS IF I WERE NOT THAT FUSY HOW I WANTED THE DRINK BEFORE FORGETING ALL ABOUT IT.
MY APOLOGY.

Em, I got you my sweet....thank you, love you

<<Living for Two>>

How I am burning!
These fire woods would never go out of stock!
How I am disintegrating
to something weightless, pure, ethereal!
How the world is burning with me!
This fire would never go cold!
This fiver is glowing in my bones,
percolating where
no substance has ever reached
before being scorched beyond
The flesh!

My proud is burning,
my book of poetry,
all my worldly possessions are burning
I am metamorphosing to flames
I am left empty
only an eternal rhyme
in my heart!

I am ready to move in with you
in the world that will be soon vacant of you.
I am going to live
I am going to celebrate you,
your life
your presence in me,
the way you would enjoy
living it.

Wow Frank-this is amazing!

Frank...a superb piece.

Frank, I am not sure why you are apologising.

If the shape looks like a wing then that’s just a lucky coincidence. Or happy accident. Centred on a pc screen rather than a mobile it is heart shaped.

Thanks for the apology I will save it and store it away. I am not that easily offended so may be filed away for a while.

Thank you Brenda and Liz. Thank you ladies!!

Darren
I am so glad that you are not. Though the level of the sensitivity is very high nowadays, specially in my case, I have to be extra carful. The other day I almost got pinned for using the word TRUTH.
Okay now I get it , You say the wing was not intentional. I thought the shape ( whatever it my be) was accidental Then when I thought you designedly wanted to address Andrea's bird by drawing a wing, I thought it was proper to apologize.
Good to see old members are active again.

Indeed Frank I know that it was just that everything I write just didn't put what these beautiful people are going through right and I so wish that words could work miracles in that respect

leaves fall like broken
wings of a battered angel.
She'll fly again soon.

Much love

Awww, beautiful Em!

Little Bird's Story

A little bird, it longs to fly
But ruthless winds led her to cry
Afraid and weak, she comes to Mama Bird
Who tells her, "Baby, this is a cruel world."

She wraps her round her stronger wings
"My Love, this is the course of things.
and yet my darling, my little angel dear
Mama Bird is here, have no fear."

"The storms are here to cause you ill,
but Mama's love will surely heal
and through your pain, Mama will be there
to carry all that you have to bear."

Mama Bird lets a tear escape her eyes
And sings to Little Bird a sweet lullaby
As Little Bird gently falls asleep in her embrace,
She whispers, "Baby, if only Mama can take your place."

Mama Bird paints a gentle smile
Believing things will be better in a while
And that Little Bird soon will fly
Fly so high, up in the sky.

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A mother's love and faith can move mountains. Praying always for you and Robyn and for your family.