Best Canary Poems
My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.
Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
Let the cat in and hoped for the best in due time.
I am ashamed to have plotted murder when four,
Sad an innocent bird died cause I liked cats more.
The whole family loved that sweet cat, “Little Bit”,
Plus, I promise, I never planned another death hit.
Categories:
canary, animal, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Couplet
Try to put feelings to thoughts,
thoughts to words..
weed out angry ones, hope for forgiveness
in calling card verse.
beauty sings "won't be long"
in clear air, beauty sings
voice of the canary, what does it know
of better things.
Was I hard by you, did I lose track of time..?
or fail to find it, the beauty inside..
that sweet voice of the canary remains
lost in this mind.
In a world of self judgement
to reconnoiter by chance,
such a force were we,
in our simple made plans..
So go on now, go
you were meant to fly high..!
high above the mines,
not here down below.
Beauty sings "won't be long"
voice of the canary
in clear air, beauty sings
for what does it know
of better things.
Categories:
canary, beauty, forgiveness, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
I feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.
Categories:
canary, animal, bird, freedom, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
Atomic Canary
Angels seed
The death bell tolls to the masses
Putin ill be your dog
Netanyaho ill be your dog
I love this land
This is where I want yo die
Sing a song
Soul from the Earth
All of us tresspass
Some other country wants your ass
Not direct assimilate
You out on a street leaving your home
Lay down your arms
Leave torture to horror shows and horror shoes
A Cruel subjugation to remain
No name Generals
Agressive canaries
I saw angels renegation
Turn your water on
War be a boring
So make some tea
Innocence of a god prayer word
The innocence of a crime
Defeat me arches back back back
Disposing substance OG
Evil tourists
Fake rich
All in the way
We take your one life away
So much truth in homeless
Cherished mansion
A surreal prosperity
A tattered shack
In front of my fireplace
I read a book
Its not Captain Hook
It's time to see what is
One life and what we give and what we take
Who decides
Our fate
Categories:
canary, anger, anti bullying, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Caged in shadows
the canary breathes
amidst the clutter and din
of coal miners
who toil to extract
livelihoods
from veins underground
fortunes told
with its demise
too late for those who seek
fresh air and light
as families above ground
gather and wait
under a pale sun
for news
they feel in their veins
will come.
Categories:
canary, bird, environment, grief,
Form:
Verse
I was a somber little bird behind the bars of my heart.
Afraid to open the door of my cage and make a new start.
I had been a happy canary till he turned into a scarecrow.
Sad birds don't sing love songs. I stopped singing long ago.
My wings fluttered when I flew out and closed the door.
I was free but my heart told me it wasn't ready to soar
or forget the love it once held for the man it had known.
I escaped but my wounded heart cried long after I'd flown.
A canary once more, who will never live in a cage,
never fear a locked door, or a man filled with rage.
I sing my own songs, and whether it was right or wrong,
I flew far away from the prison where I did not belong.
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March 22nd, 2016
Categories:
canary, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.
Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing
His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing
Categories:
canary, animal, bird, environment, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
Yellow songsters chirp,
Singing out their songs loudly;
Canary-speak, is sweet.
Categories:
canary, bird, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I can EXHALE
Not every day
Not every moment
BUT…
I can EXHALE
The Corona virus still runs
RAMPANT
But the ORANGE plague
Has been removed
Has been dulled
Has been silenced
SILENCED (at least for now)...
By a baby blue canary
A seemingly docile creature
With a ROBUST flock
An inhale of realism reminds us…
There is [still] HATE
in the air
There is [still] DEATH
in the soil
False statements [still] cloud the dark web
and even so
I can EXHALE...
I can EXHALE
Because out of the mud
out of the uncertain waters
The LOTUS has finally
EMERGED
Emerged in its
Clarity
Beauty
Calm
& steadfast nature
Electricity surges of shock
make it hard to conceive
BUT somehow...
Its grown beautifully out of the inescapable mud
The solo lotus knows there is a mountain of work to be done,
in order for more lotuses to emerge and bloom...
The shadows must become lit
The fires must be extinguished
The bright horizon must be observed and embraced
But even so the lotus made it to the surface
So maybe I can too…
Therefore…
I can EXHALE
Not everyday
Not every moment
BUT STILL…
I CAN EXHALE
Categories:
canary, america, hate, heart, hope,
Form:
Free verse
You love to chase the old cow,
and make the kitten go meow,
I have put you in your place,
now no one left to chase.
I got you~let me take a bow.
Categories:
canary, bird, cat, giggle, home,
Form:
Limerick
In Riverside, a bird used to live years ago
nearby the only window of his branch,
a big lovely tree, he often sing terrific warbling
rhymed cool songs early in the morn
and so every day at sunset. I asked
Is it a canary bird flower with some other?
Who makes that lovely "prose and poems"!
Categories:
canary, bird, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
There is a stolen railroad car named "Schmow".
The big question of the day is: "Where did it go?"
The Penciltucky Railroad would really like to know,
so they sent one of their detectives named Moe.
Inside the car is a spinster named Roberta
With her is her younger sister named Nora.
The two men with them are Shemp and Larry.
Nora hopes Roberta and Shemp will marry.
Shemp is someone with a lot of money.
Nora would like Shemp to make Roberta his honey.
However, Larry thinks Shemp is a loser.
That is because Shemp is too much of a boozer.
Shemp is really in love with Carrie.
This Carrie happens to be a giant canary.
The trouble is, Carrie is imaginary.
Shemp wants to give Carrie a kiss and a hug
whenever he takes a sip from his jug.
Along comes Roberta's previous lover named Moe.
Do you wonder where this situation will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1952 Columbia Pictures short "Cuckoo on a Choo Choo" starring the Three Stooges.
Categories:
canary, funny, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Joe the Yellow Canary
Lives next door to sweet Mary
A frog came in her house
Poor Mary gave a big rouse
Joe gave a shriek like fury
Categories:
canary, life, nature,
Form:
Limerick
Knew a young lady named Cherie
Had an attitude that was always merry
Tripped on a stone
Broke a few bones
She certainly didn't sing like a canary
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
canary, scary,
Form:
Limerick
His mind was full of bonfires
his chest full of mustard gas
as he coughed all day
If only I could die
he would have thought
if he could have thought.
She sat beside him holding his hand,
her face pock-marked and yellow
from the munitions factory
No one knew
what the chemical ration could do
but she sat crooning her song.
Categories:
canary, war,
Form:
Free verse