These War Bird poems are examples of Bird poems about War. These are the best examples of War Bird poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Chicken Cot UFO
It crossed the gloaming skies above the roofs,
in awe we followed thence, its jazzy course;
mysterious would be the incensed spoof
this ireful ship, upon us, would enforce.
..We said! Abominable was the ship
that drew its perfect eights in air with hum;
predestined to avenge our ego trip,
atrocious poulets, would not succumb.
The chicken soldiers were a frightful troop
in pink-pistachio uniforms with spots,
that insolent, bombarded us with poop,
which fell upon our heads, devoid of thoughts.
In order to placate the chicken troop,
some started to recite their verse to skies,
(and that ferocious, attacking group),
- bird poems they opposed to battle cries.
The angry war-birds listened to the verse,
that was composed by stunned, exposed confreres,
their cackle was bemocking and adverse,
while classic wore on heads, rouge voluperes.
This myth reflected what would happen if
extraterrestrial cots invaded Earth,
relentless chicken-birds in martial tiff
would poop upon some artists of top worth.
© 12/11/2013, G. V.enetopoulos
moop = Matter Out Of Place
Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.
No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of trilling notes
Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.
Big Cat Roars.
A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo’s of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die
Oh Lord what for?????
The dark green bird with the big propeller
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
And boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.
The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?
Living as a T.P.I
Just under twenty years ago
I was down in every way
Because of time in Vietnam
There was horror in my days
So Repatriation did give me
A special rate of pension
To help me with my daily stress
And take away my tension.
At first I hated all of this
I felt just like a taker
Though these guys knew without a doubt
That me, I was no faker
Then one day I did think about it
And came to the conclusion
That me, I was one lucky man.
Then gone were my illusions
So then, I made the most of it
I learned to play Guitar
And wrote about three hundred songs
[Though I never was a star]
I walked along the wetland trails
And heard the birds rich calls
And realized this lazy life
It was quite wonderful.
So now I bless each day that comes
And do not care at all
That I am living off the state
I guess I have it all
And all this leisure that I have
I deserve it, all if it
Because I went to serve my country
And I know I done my bit.
19 November 2013 @ 1500hrs.
Life is a creative
A dance with
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)