Best Avian Poems

...to the finessed fowl
humming by my ear      tell me
Did anyone ever tell you
just how glad they are
to have you here?

Poignant eyes, azure crown,
that lightasapenny frame...
(how monstrous we must appear!
our human eyes like soccer balls)
We have only God to blame...

...and our...

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My car was parked beneath a tree,
More gingkoish than oaken;
I never noticed birds a’perched,
Yet each one left a token.

The windshield was opaquely masked;
The roof and sides were splattered.
They missed the turned-in mirror,
Though that hardly even mattered.

You really had to give them props;
They surely were effective
In...

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A chickadee flew up to me
And chirped out a request -
Please fill the backyard feeder
‘Fore I head back to my nest.

I had indeed put out some feed
But clearly not enough,
So other birds had polished off
The nuts and fruits and stuff.

I would have bet I’d never...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream
What stories their memories have seen
Feathers...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 1)

Starlings singing songs 
rolling like jet ink marbles 
they soar across the...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 2)

What beats in their hearts, 
what have they seen?
Avians murmurating stories 
on...

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When night casts shadows on the ground
The robin, distant, croons
Avian tones, enthralled by dreams
While stars glaze like festoons.

Ringlets of clouds, like puffs on flight
The silhouette of trees,
Nocturnal sighs and murmurings
Are caught up in the breeze.

Then, the new moon appears above
Her white face shyly peeps,
Light breaks...

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A hen in my yard.
Time to clip some wing feathers;
Chicken adventure!...

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Avian Compassion


Revolting as the world can be

Another war another drought

No food no shelter empty shells

Displacement dire dereliction

Oblivious flies on broken skin

Macario the blessed one awaits


Knowing that there is no place

In agony has given up on life

No dreams no destiny just

Desert demise emaciated

‘Nothing’ forgotten cast aside

Eviscerated...

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From my kitchen window
I can pass a pleasant while.
Callers to my bird table
They always make me smile.

Crowds of busy sparrows
Make an early morning call.
Then appears the robin,
He likes to boss them all.

Raucous squabbling starlings,
Noisy, loud and rude.
A riot on the wing, 
Fighting anyone for food.

Then...

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I once went out on a blind date
But that'll never happen again
A not so pleasant experience
When I was set up by a friend

He said, "She has but one problem,"
"I noticed as she crossed the street,"
"It's avian in nature, because"
"She has what you'd call crows feet!"

I...

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Avian life of mine
Blooms with wishes divine

Candle - one more added
Days with joy - so padded

Eid too joins the party
Full moon blesses us - hearty

Grandeur unveils autumn
Hard rock shows us green thumb

Iambic feet of three
Joins to form poetry

Kingly gest of season
Lets love play in vision

Moments...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently some artist's hidden haven, lost in time.

Passing through this rickety...

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Like a balloon, I am tethered
Cares, like strings,
tie me down  

‘Til the light of dreams
comes to me 
and severs my binding,
releasing me from my earthly burden

Not only do I fly from consciousness, 
but from the earth itself,
which, like a pebble, 
becomes small, 
insignificant.

Warm winds...

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I know it's highly unconvincing, Mrs Blackwell;
an unimaginable storyline no doubt.
In all your years of teaching science at St Hilda's
you must have thought our wild excuses would run out.
I know you'll calculate with ease my fabrication
but hope my alibi will raise a passing smile
for even...

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