Best Birds Of A Feather Poems
At night the Whip-Poor-Will sings
A frantic lover's tune Whip-Poor-Will Whip-Poor-Wil
At dawn the Dove's coo coo _soft peace surely brings
Then the Roosters in their chorus appeal
Singing a tune that is slightly shrill
As the gray clouds amass like sand 'pon the beach
Birds sing unrehearsed a tune destined at birth
Each one their own melody a treat
'Tis a delight, laughter, and mirth
To most residence of this great earth
But when the Owl's hoot is heard
A name he calls tells of coming woe
Please sing a song lovely Catbird
Not you Owl with your death bow
Awake me soft cooing Dove tell me its not so
Inspired by Francine Robert's contest
Whimsy in English Quintain
Birds topic chosen
Written this Fourteenth day of April 2013
seabird flock squabbles
on safe peninsula shore
it beggars belief
It's human nature to emulate surroundings
And it's hard to separate yourself
From those around you
Emotions are contagious
And like minds act alike
Stand in a group of happy people,
And you'll find yourself smiling.
Stand in a group of excited people,
And find yourself inspired.
Stand in a group of kind people,
And you'll become more empathetic.
Stand in a group of hungry people,
And you'll find something to eat.
Stand in a group of depressed people,
And find yourself in sorrow.
Stand in a group of angry people,
And feel your adrenaline rise.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
So if you attract manipulators,
Maybe it’s because you lie a lot.
So if you attract unfaithful people,
Maybe it’s because you're a quitter.
So if you attract abusers,
Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain.
So if you attract indecisive people,
Maybe it’s because you're a follower.
So if you attract those that steal,
Maybe it’s because you turn the other way.
So if you attract those of low standards,
Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
Opposites may hold attraction
But lack lasting satisfaction.
Frequently push comes to shove.
In comes hate and out goes love.
Animals in fights and fleeings
Still are mostly social beings.
In a pinch, at end of tether,
Birds of a feather flock together.
Multitudes of furry creatures
Seem alike in lots of features.
Yet that’s not their point of view,
And they vie to prove this true.
Mockingbirds may sing like parrots.
Horses, rabbits crunch on carrots.
Many species act as one
To lark and run in the sun.
But in times of stormy weather,
Birds of a feather flock together.
Whether cat or dog or ferret,
Each as pet will have its merit.
Yet if all alone, where’er it,
Not a one can grin and bear it.
Humans also seek each other—
Father, mother, sister, brother—
Hither, thither, upper, nether,
Birds of a feather flock together.
~ Harley White
I am watching the flights of birds these days,
following their loops and seeing them turn
as one in ways that totally amaze.
Such unity! Something that we can learn?
Perhaps in the brain, some cellular link?
Who leads the way, who follows in a flock
of many is an answer that I think
to be found with the focus of a hawk,
because I believe that our own species
flies in flights of identical fancy.
We are no more aware of such follies
than one starling in his group's ecstasy.
Electrons, magnetism, DNA,
Why am I here while my flock flies away?
The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,
where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;
so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.
Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,
both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.
These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,
deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.
In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,
creating, demanding a need to invent
a song to attract a new or lost mate:
so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.
EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS
whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
We are always in a pack,
looking out for each other's back.
In harmony nothing we lack;
we are each other's luck.
Spring Equinox has come at last
As morning dawns from winter’s night
New dreams revealed from seasons past
Soft petals open to the light
As morning dawns from winter’s night
Awareness drawn from dreamers keep
Soft petals open to the light
Evoking visions from the deep
Awareness drawn from dreamer’s keep
A guiding light that shines desire
Evoking visions from the deep
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
A guiding light that shines desire
Beckoning birds of feather home
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
Sing harmony, spring season poem
Beckoning birds of feather home
Synchrony of fecundate soul
Sing harmony spring season poem
Open heart to awaken whole
Synchrony of fecundate soul
A gathering of light transpires
Open heart to awaken whole
To blossom forth our true desires
A gathering of light transpires
New dreams revealed from seasons past
To blossom forth our true desires
Spring Equinox has come at last
“War is Hell”, it once was said,
Its ravages will sicken.
Doves, to some, are signs of peace;
To some, they taste like chicken.
You were the one, in my dream's, and I didn't know it, so all that you are is all that I need. We'll be together always together, like birds of a feather, forever and ever. We'll be together, flying together when the sun sets and the sun rises, like birds of a feather always together, flying side by side forever. Like birds of a feather forever and ever. We'll be together forever flying like birds of a feather, side by side together forever and ever.
Your
flight
lit
trees like lampblack ocean petals
patterns
ripping trapping
Me
this petrified me
he said
and you agreed
Lights
winged torches in the terracotta foothills like
like some seas paddled
like arc eyes
peepers
spilling downy scales
You are asphalt
he said
and you laughed
not with him at him
You are a turkey
you said
treading
darkly
and smiling his frog smile
Birds of a
feather
Inspiration…like
Love... both fickle things that steal
In ‘pon Angel wings
NOT ALL BIRDS OF A FEATHER
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When I hear the whooping cranes
Singing their glad refrains
I know the seasons are changing fast
And we can enjoy a spring at last
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These sand cranes whirl around the sky
And swoop and dive as they fly
They know the fields on the ground
Will give them food and water sound
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Their only fear is of mankind
So I never expect I will find
Them close to me where I can say
I will show kindness every day
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Not all beings are full of hate
And have no care for other's fate
Forever we spread God's love around
For we now know where love is found
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Soon in the future we will see
Only love will always be
All creatures will be free from fright
Will whoop and play right in our sight
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Copyright, Kathryn Search
Through telepathy
We mingle
With each other in empathy
Though single
In status and name
Society derides
Arguing we carry blame for the lame name
Detractor X rides
On interaction thrown
Into denigrating debate
To malice grown
Venomous of late
In a conundrum
With neither head nor face
That beats a war drum
Beaten aloud on the surface
Where ripples wander
Agog pandering to a swing of mood
That entertains a gender
Discourse when a knock on wood
Doesn’t suffice to calm down tempers
Driven the edge of anger
As sobriety scampers
For cover the longer
Distrust thrives
Amid longing
That arrives
When feelings
On edge snap me awake
In the middle of a dream
I can’t mistake
For life on the rim
That spins my poise
Displacing it from its centre of gravity
When a persistent noise
Draws my mind to the reality
That you and I
Forever together
Are meant to tie
Tightly like birds of a feather.