Best Cockatoos Poems
The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back
Categories:
cockatoos, color, imagery, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
"The Hummingbird Cake"
The day started bright -
Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against
Electric Blue
crackling along her lips
like Lightening
Sizzled on
her bitumen
her mind
winked at you...
Splits two
into one
not three
Taken slowly
deliberately
cake digested
swallowed like swallows
nibbling freely on air
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm
stairs to you she stares
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle
shaken and caste
on a playing board
pure white
not black
She,
Third person,
always Third person,
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the
words you have put on
and slowly worn warm
Revisits in her evening
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer
Blueberries and
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws
The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers,
reckless kisses and an unplanned
Storm;
A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread
In dreams while you watched
a movie in bed
Spoken to you
through
mind cerebral
not Reality read
Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips
that silently bled Red
Words
Meanings
Life
Read
Red
Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.
Australiana
Fed.
Sleep,
Bed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI
"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics
Categories:
cockatoos, freedom, psychological, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Why can’t you stay? Your pretty views
are skies’ cerulean and the blues
of sweet wild blooms that I can see
beneath a sun that shines for me
like lemon crests on cockatoos!
Watermelon and honeydews -
I savor flavors in chartreuse.
But lilac days, how soon they flee!
Why can’t you stay?
Your lavender of June imbues
my soul with joy. Bring no adieus!
Let coral sun gleam endlessly
on aquamarine of a sea
turned tangerine. Bright saffron hues -
Why can’t you stay?
Aug. 15, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Seasonal Color Contest
Categories:
cockatoos, color, summer,
Form:
Rondeau
Charred wood and ash
stink, after fires
in Garigal high-country.
A single crow cries
road-side, on a black tree-post
guarding road kill –
a round brown wallaby
with feet stuck-up.
Ash covers ash:
grey dust lies still...
until rain drizzles sweet liquid,
wets dirt, licks seeds, nudges life.
Seeds swell, unfold,
lift leaves to prick the air :
grass-whiskers spring up.
Fat globes of summer-rain spill
between sandy soil-crumbs
where roots sip silver water.
One tomorrow, black-skinned scarred tree-trunks will sprout leafy chests,
and white cockatoos will screech graffiti over skies patched with clouds.
Once more, warm lips of wallabies will graze over green grasses,
nibbling: blessed again.
Categories:
cockatoos, fire, nature, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Steal young almonds
Under the full moon
As spring fades
Categories:
cockatoos, analogy, bird, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
My dear old cockatoo
You know that I love you.
You with your sulfur crest,
You by far are the best.
Your pure white, soft feathers
Tell me of endeavors
You braved the howling wind
And found your way across
The Pacific ocean.
Your bold and beady eyes
Tell me of your courage
Your role as a leader
Commanding entire flocks
To pass the resistance.
Your curved and beaky beak
Tells me of your troubles
In co-operation
With your friend cockatoos
But you got on with your life.
You conquered what seemed
Impossible
And found your way here.
You've been with me for
The last fifty years.
My dear old cockatoo,
You know I love you.
Leanne Walsh
07/08/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Categories:
cockatoos, bird, creation, dedication,
Form:
Screeching cockatoos
Laughing young Kookaburras
Summer’s wild flowers
Categories:
cockatoos, nature,
Form:
Haiku
In a bird's life.We get things like a bird seed
bell, or a set of wood chimes, to wake the house
after a long night sleep.In a bird's life.We get
names like Tweety Bird, Woody Woodpecker, Daffy Duck,
or maybe names like Buddy, Sunny, or Baby.In a bird's
life.We do a parrot's talk, a bird scream, or just a
low sounding bird chirp.To brighten up the sound in
the air all around town.In a bird's life.We get plenty
of bird seed, a squirming worm, a crab, or a small fish to
feed upon.In a bird's life.We like to sing, or repeat what
the master has spoken.We like to fly from tree to tree, or
just flutter our wings in the living room bird cage.In a
bird's life.We like to chase other birds such as cockatoos,
bluebirds, and seagulls over the ocean blue.While our love's
so true.In a bird's life.We feed pigeons in the park, while
we throw bred crumbs all around.In a bird's life..
Bird's Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2013,2014..All rights reserved.
Categories:
cockatoos, bird, life,
Form:
Ballade
I spied a gossamer firefly, with big black eyes...
Kissing, her beauty's butterflies; together they flew
Beyound the residuums view; these taunting, cockatoos.
Categories:
cockatoos, angel, art, autumn, change,
Form:
Free verse
Dusk On the Murray River
A crimson red blanket hangs over the river, shrouding its steep muddy banks.
This is dusk on the Murray River, the Mississippi of this great land.
Fifteen hundred miles of slow-flowing water linking state to state and ocean to mountain.
What secrets do your Cod and Trout hide as they navigate your murky waters?
Night arrives quickly here in Echuca.
Dusk is brief at this place which means meeting of the waters.
Overhead Sulphur Crested Cockatoos gather in their masses, screeching their way into my thoughts as they swoop around me.
Darkness falls
I want to stay out as late as possible, delaying my return to a budget hotel with a kicked-in door.
My room in the Caledonian hotel is one of the worst places I have ever laid my head.
The grubby stained carpet is as brown as the river.
Unease comes over me as I try to settle on a lumpy bed.
Sleep will not come
I feel unsafe looking at the kicked-in door.
The sound of the birds fills my head.
Categories:
cockatoos, bird, river,
Form:
Prose
Oh, so bluest the sky doth shine
A hint of the new season’s ploy,
Sweet November a springtime shrine
Grains of golden sands of pure joy.
Towards December’s hottest sun
Where the dust is stirred to a tune,
And winter waifs become undone
When gone the drowsy days of June.
Wild Lilac flowers bend their heads
Touch rainbows of unwasted weeds,
Swell the colours of feathered beds
As rainfall shrinks forsaking reeds.
End of year is the beginning
As nature moves in lucid tones,
Dawn’s chorus keeps the world spinning
While Cockatoos perch on their thrones.
Entered November, December Poetry Contest
Sponsor Karen Krutsinger.
poem wrote 15/11/2022
Categories:
cockatoos, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
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"War and Peace"
strange birds
flying freedom wings
it was a clear blue sky day
punctuated by white
surrendering
the clear point of morning
a pterodactyl drowning the drill
of cockatoos, galahs and magpies
bleeding bugles
into afternoons and long goodnights
in the darkest moments
light still sings
of war and peace
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Australia Day, 26.1.22
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AUSTRALIA DAY 26.1.2022 - Sydney Australia -
R.A.A.F. Flypast for Aust Day
https://youtu.be/l6gGxgMMznM
"On Some Far Away Beach" / Brian Eno
https://youtu.be/K29t_L3CO6A
Categories:
cockatoos, peace, symbolism, war,
Form:
Free verse
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
cockatoos, america, political,
Form:
Thanks to you all
Thanks to those who come to
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I’ve no eternity here, all of me
from least to chest, best to edge,
sharpen blade of new paddy leaves
jeopardize my torn nib of ink
in the field of writings graph
Maybe I couldn’t write any word
for beauty and stunning young girl
in comprehension, in passion and
in my fashionable heart
Maybe I couldn’t write charming note
of flower’s petals, striking fragrance,
in my perpetuity lake of quills
Maybe I couldn’t draw the sexy body of
rose, lotus, tulip, sunflower, orchid,
lily, daffodil… etc in my vulnerable
reef of poetic expression
Maybe I couldn’t draw the colors magic
of rainbow in my infatuated fallen
soaked feathers with November rain
Maybe I couldn’t inscribe the nature
the cosmos, the solar system, the ocean,
the black hole, the space, the sky, the stars,
the planets, the galaxies, the meteors, the
gravitational power…etc in my slumbering
wings of writings
Maybe I couldn’t plant the meditational
tree into the pure heart of words, I couldn’t
select the seeds of immortality in my
ascetic madness and magma script
Maybe I couldn’t greet the autonomy flying
of Cockatiels, Parakeets, Canaries, Finches,
African Grey Parrots, Budgerigars, Cockatoos,
Conures, Macaws, Poicephalus…etc in my
unintelligible incarcerated language
Maybe I couldn’t hail the abode for Labrador,
Bulldog, German, Poodle, Beagle… etc and
Maine Coon, Egyptian Mau, American Bobtail,
Ragdoll…etc in my materialistic
harvesting terminology
Maybe I couldn’t sleep with power of poems,
dream to be a finest classic or modern poet
in my kingdom of pen, paper, ink, writing
table-chair and lamp
Notwithstanding all these, I thanks to those
who come here at least one time daily,
erratically and read, write, share own
thoughts and comment frankly
Thanks to you all a lot. Thanks and love you
all. From me always ready the rose without
thorns and love for you all, although you bleed
my heart by thorns stinging
-November 14, 2018 Chattogram
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DEDICATED TO POETRYSOUP.COM and ALL POETS-POETESSES OF THIS ESTEEMED LITERARY SITE
Categories:
cockatoos, how i feel,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"The Flow"
I walked into the Ocean today
the Wind was wild whipping up the waves
like lemonade white horses riding into shore
I tread water, the Aquamarine was a washing machine
While someone else’s kids raced by me out to the break
the wind bit my face, I submerged myself then resurfaced
I became sad when I thought about the Fraz
I swam out to the deep I was very brave
forgot about monsters with sharp teeth
dreamt they were all fast asleep
bellies full of other dreamers
Sharp Teeth were nowhere near my feet,
They were lying supine snoring at the bottom of the deep
Balmoral was a breeze I was free
feeling guilty it was me in your sea
I floated on my back and just went with the flow
had a little cry, the Ocean took all that salt in
there was nowhere better for it to go
the Sun burnt me up 3rd degree inside real slow
The Seagulls circled above grinning
Yellow crested cockatoos in the big Moreton Bay Fig
like tiny pterodactyls screaming, water crystal clear
angel fish, puffers and blue bottles spinning always near
One can only love
One can never save
But there is the grace of forgiving
I walked into the ocean today
I thought about being brave
Thought about visiting
the Mermaid’s Cave
another day another night
Finding starfish hiding under treasure rocks
Find Silverfin and take his fin
Fairy Bower and swim in your Fair Light
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)"HOME"
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is HOME."
https://youtu.be/cbnS-1ZQPD0
https://youtu.be/lf_b_OCKL6I
https://youtu.be/b6d3ghgZuMI
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou
(gvlm-scm)
Silverfin
https://youtu.be/eai_6DXKXtA
Categories:
cockatoos, freedom, home, love,
Form:
Free verse