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Night Owl

Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.

With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.

He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.

Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.

I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.

A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?

My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Adorable QuiQui

Adorable QuiQui
A green-feathered, yellow head beauty, that’s my prized pet parakeet, QuiQui. Even when she’s often crabby and snappy, she succeeds in making me extremely happy.
QuiQui loves dipping and diving into her bird bath, and hanging from a perch in her cage, like an expert acrobat. She also enjoys shaking water from her wet wings, gazing impishly into her toy mirror wildly shrieking.
Relishing her seeds and red strawberry millet treats, nonchalantly she ignores my sweet endearments and tweets. But she shows off her long, elegant, tapered blue tail, Sitting silently and contentedly unloading quite a poop trail.
And even though QuiQui never utters a single word, I know she secretly loves me too, my little prima donna bird.
11-11-2014

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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For The Birds - A Tribute to Alfred Hitchcock

Children in the schoolhouse
Chant a structured, uneasy song
“Risseldy-rosseldy
Mow-mow-mow"
Monkey Bars behind a bench...
She nervously lights a cigarette
Something is about to happen
A single crow lands.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydLJtKlVVZw

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015

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Zoom

Painted kestrel, ruddy hawk
Booted eagle, stoop and stalk

Pigeon here and pigeon gone
Blood and feathers stain the dawn

Prairie falcon, osprey, owl
Diurnal hunts, nightly prowls

Raptor  in the endless sky
My soul soars with you as you fly

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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Common Canadian

Common Loon we love the most Can be seen from coast to coast Across this land gliding on lakes All across Canada the route it takes Nesting on islands surrounded by sea This bird Canadian easy to see Floats so easily dives for fish Just as common our Friday dish A hoot and yodel is its holler Permanent mark Canadian dollar Sleek pointed beak head black as kettle Hardly seen amongst the nettle Around its neck color green black Extending wings or tucked in back Whichever way Canadian beauty Protecting this bird it is our duty Reason why this national treasure No other bird can even measure Common Loon across this land Without doubt a Canadian brand Think Canadian anytime soon Can't be done without the Loon Maple leaf loved in a song Common Loon Canadian strong

Copyright © Ronald Kent | Year Posted 2016

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The Butterfly and The Hummingbird


" The Butterfly and The Hummingbird ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Are So Beautiful Among The Flowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Can Mesmerize Me For Hours

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, When Sighted - Opens Observation Towers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Seem To Climb Upon Air Ladders

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both,  Have Their Own Unique, Exquisite Patterns

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Seem To Remind Us of What Really Matters

Tho' One's Ballet Is Languid-Soft 
and One Propels The Wind In Place Aloft

One Delights In Dances  / As One - Sweet Nectar Devours
Still, Both Are Delicate and Refreshing As Mist Showers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Have Made Our Flowerbeds, Their Bowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, A Sensation-Creation - Not Ours

Because The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Came From Almighty GOD's (Let There Be Light) Powers!


       Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady





Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2014

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Still More Memories of the flightless

2 
Grandma's old corn sheller 
rests upstairs in an attic in Portland, 
Oregon; 
Mother got it before 
the sisters, cousins and aunts 
(who got the purple tea pot 
and hand-made egg basket) 
could; 
It could still shell corn 
for Rhode Island Reds or White Leghorns 
even gray Domineckers 
some day after Judgment when/and if Grandma wakes; 

(Put Some Tacky KFC commercial Here)

Missing the rooster calls every morning 
and the chickens scratching 
the hardscrabble to dust in the stable yard 
Watching and quarreling, 

(though you live in the city 
be sure 
to take chickens seriously).

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Mockingbird Sings Again

The Mocking-Bird


He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest notes; 
An’ music jest come on the run 
From all their purty throats!

But still that bird was silent 
In summer time an’ fall; 
He jest set still an’ listened, 
An’ he would n’t sing at all!

But one night when them songsters 
Was tired out an’ still, 
An’ the wind sighed down the valley 
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;

When the stars was all a-tremble 
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue, 
An’ the daisy in the darkness 
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,— 

There come a sound o’ melody 
No mortal ever heard, 
An’ all the birds seemed singin’ 
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!

Then the other birds went Mayin’ 
In a land too fur to call; 
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’ 
When one bird could sing fer all! 

 by : Frank Lebby Stanton
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Mockingbird Sings Again          -- My answer and tribute!

So sweet were those purty notes 
hitting the misery we totes'
floatin' upon nite's sweet airs
vanishing our worries and cares

The other birds went their way
to other lands so very far away
the mockerbird chose to sing on
with all their beautiful songs

With each and every rendition
making beautiful the condition
increasing the beauty of song
singing the day and nite long

Soon the world heard this sound
moon and stars beamed on down
other birds flocked back around
song notes joined sky and ground

Now a melody stirs man's heart
divine poetic notes from start
from a bird singin' and pleasin'
gifted us for a joyful reason!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2014

Thank you Peter. Your poem and tribute to Frank L. Stanton's magnificent 
poem (Jest A-Wearyin' Fer You by Frank Lebby Stanton )steeled my resolve to 
man up and tackle this which I had previously so feared to do. FACE YOUR 
FEAR, MY DAD ALWAYS SAID. I sat down,  asked my Muse for her help
and this popped out....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Blue Bird

-Blue Bird 

You greet me with a happy chirp when I walk into the room. 

I see your head turn and you puff up. 

You're such a pretty bird. 

When I stick my hand into the cage, you fly and land on the right side of the cage. 

Then I extend my finger as I reach farther into the cage. 

That's when you jump onto my hand. 

You chirp and I call you pretty bird. 

I motion for you to hop off my hand. 

Blue bird, you are a really good friend. 

Such a pretty bird...  

Ironic Zinc 

8-27-15


Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

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POEM FOR EUNA DAVIS

 A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No one taught them
how to sing or gave them
the messages they so proudly bring.
Birds form near and far
joined in as if to say -
 
We will add our voices to remind you,
that we are cheerful and we sing for you.
We are aware-we are awake-
and we are awesome
chirping and singing our songs as
we bath in puddles of raindrops.
 
We remember the timing of the of the
golden and silver songsters.
Ruffling feathers coquettishly
as each song in the distance stirs
up fond memories of your existence.
The caw-caw, the peeps,and the chirps;
The caw -caw again and
the melodic harmony begins
Orchestrating the morning worship
in celebration of this life.
 
One songster descanted a high range
as he sang a louder pitch
Distinctly he told tales of ancestors
with welcoming smiles
.
The siren in the distance and the
overhead plane Threatened the calm
The plane resounded as thunder
above all the noise
the birds continued to sing.
I Listened as they go on to conclude
in exuberant delight Warblers warbling
 
Tweet- tweets deliberating discussions
many more chirps peeps and tweets
During the morning meditation.
 
As the world passes by
I'd listen to the birds serenade-
I'd listen to the clucks-
and the cackles, I'd listened
to the throaty warbler-
as he resumes the lead song.
The other birds in turn join in again..
 
The world rejoices in their songs
all over the universe-
the rest of my day
could never be as great as
the moments in the morning when
I'd meditate and listen to the birds sing.
 
A loved one closed her eyes
and made her transition;
The chirking birds know-
That the only triumph over
death is to have lived a good life.
 
So they continue to sing.
I'd sit and solemnly listen to the message
that their chipping brings
I softly say goodbye.
We shall never forget Euna Davis
as long... As early in the morning
We be reminded in jubilant birdsong.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013

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Tribute To A Vulture



Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking 
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin

Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease

Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function

Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight

Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You look out for food with your keen eyesight

Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture 







I love watching vultures in flight as they sail on air currents so gracefully and effortlessly. The vulture in my native land is "The Corbeau". This poem is dedicated to it.  


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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John James Audubon-Favorite Painter Contest

Favorite Painter Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron

                                            John James Audubon
                                                 ~1785-1851~


                                  Born in France, loved American birds
                                           ornithologist by nature
                                      hawks, sparrows and bald eagles
                                        sailed high seas for research
                                             broke and penniless
                                                  published a book
                                                    painting was
                                                      his own
                                                       wealth

                                  My talents of painting have always
                                    been based on passion for eagles
                                         to see the love he portrays
                                               is a beautiful thing
                                                beneath the starlit
                                                  skies I see proof
                                                     talent does
                                                        exist...
                                                       Wings 



                                ~Date Written: November 29, 2015~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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BIRDSONG SERENADE

Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ...

Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014

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Sitka

She waits, a grounded eagle, eating takeout, passing time,
And stares, a crippled hunter, chasing salmon of the mind.
She courts a passing breeze; hopeless passion
   stirs her wings,
But she must sit, a grounded eagle, dreaming dreams
   of bygone things.

Note: Sitka was a bald eagle I once had the privilege to know.
She broke one of her wings flying into a power line and was
grounded for the rest of her life.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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Feather Soft

            Feather Soft

Feather soft, cloud light, baby innocent
Gentle white never touching down 
Alive, winding through leaf and tender branch
Together with the wind, happy in another land
Serenely floating as from heavens origin 
Osmium, solid smoke, all heavier things on earth
Rocks, boulder dark, over weight, can only watch
With eternal peace, Mary holds the remnant of the bird
In her sacred hands
Imagine her, the abundant care for us she has
Crushing serpents beneath her feet
We know tranquility
Relieved of the burden from above
Eternally, Mary holds it all together
Like a leaf and feather as easily as she can 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

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remember why the caged bird flew: a tribute to maya angelou

The caged bird utters bemused tweet
ignorant to the truth, yet aware of deceit.
It wishes to die
for its life is a lie
he's condemned to his feet
when he's made for the sky.

Spent all his known life
confined to a cage
his protest unheeded, fell silent with rage.
But once in a while
he sounds painful trill
for desires unknown 
but longed for still

Gone are the days of somber songs
a new wrathful melody
seeks right for the wrong.
Seeks an end to his squalor, 
endured for so long
he dares for the sky, 
where he knows he belongs

His futile hollers abound dusk till dawn
until owner, fed up
checks to see what is wrong
Cranky,
enraged, 
owners not slept for days
screams "shut the ****! up" 
as bars violently shake.

But in callous fury, 
he makes crucial mistake
for unhinged and open is the door of the cage.
Now caged bird is free,
he flies to the sill
ambitions unknown
but his own to fulfill
former owner
dumbstruck,
some tears well in his eye
he desperately pleads
"Oh sweet bird come inside".
Turns and shits on the offer
for he would much rather die
with the world at his feet, 
he takes to the sky.

Copyright © Eugene Yeboah | Year Posted 2013

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Baby Girl


She's my baby sister,
although she's nearly forty years old
She's the youngest one of thirteen,
and I love her more than words told

She's a master communicator,
she's a skillful motivator
She's a teaching innovator
She help young minds
reach their potential,
to become greater and greater

She takes young people
and turn them into thinking phenoms
Here's to my baby sister with love,
for taking them from K1 to the senior prom

Baby sis
Baby girl
You were the last sister born,
you were the girl with the golden smile
Baby sis
Baby girl
You were our parents last beloved child

Baby sis
Baby girl
You were the last sister born,
you were the girl with the golden smile
Baby sis
Baby girl
You were more than our parents last child,
you were a sacred vow kept by God
Reminding our family how
He still remains with us now


A tribute to my beloved sister Tiwanya

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE KAKAPO

Have you heard of the Kakapo? A Kakapo … I guess the answer’s no! Kakapo’s are a breed of parrot but they cannot fly They are far too heavy and would fall from the sky! Kakapo’s can live for a hundred years… A hundred years – I couldn’t believe my ears It may sound strange yes even quite absurd But I’ve fallen in love with this cute rare bird 11~14~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016