Best Birdcalls Poems

Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
 Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
  Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.

Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
 As aching melodies in moveable feasts...

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The dream begins at the old rusty gate,
it groans- moans as I push it open wide;
to reveal a house in a ruined state,
and through decaying tangled vines I glide.

The house like an elegant sinking ship,
I ignore the grand staircase and paintings;
and on gnarled invading...

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I lie down on the ground
I can hear no more sound
The sky seems closer
I just need to see better

I make an effort to stretch my hand
I can touch clouds soft as sand
They say I'm guilty for not being happy
And that all I need is therapy

But...

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Confidently, the topaz dusk light fades,
into the charcoal.
and rusty graffiti on the skyline.
The blue hour brings eerie dirges,
in the form of wolf songs and
whippoorwill wing beats, 
while the chokeberry sky weeps,
though the shore appears
inviting with its dulcet lilts of bubbly glee,
It ultimately returns vacuous
echoes of midnight...

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In Christ Church meadow - walked I there,
on late spring day, quite clear and fair,

walking slower than most dare,
for May is under Mary's care.

Sometimes, in arrogance, I claim,
that man needs but himself - the same

thought could not be falser here
as I behold it all so...

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Counting perching hawks
trying to watch what they watch
while a speeding car 
beneath tense feet
races to overtake whatever blocks
each sideways glance.

Fifty percent of all bird songs go unrecorded.
Multiplexed avian modulations leave us
questioning our own questions.

Pylons loop their feelers,
thread fragments of electric birdcalls 
into sun-slashed glass.

Eyes wide...

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