Best For The Birds Poems
The dawn has come; the birds outside
have gathered, seemingly to chide
me, chirping loudly in the trees.
They’re telling all they’re bird friends, “She’s
been staying in as if to hide!”
And sure enough, they haven’t lied.
A part of me feels like I’ve died
and vanished on a passing breeze.
The dawn has come.
I never used to think that I’d
be one to not enjoy the ride
when there’s so much of life to seize!
Beside my window, not at ease,
I watch those early birds now glide. . .
The dawn has come!
Goose Lawsuit
Gander
Slander
Owl’s Knock Knock Joke
Who Who
Cuckoo?
Hen with Bad Illness
Stricken
Chicken
Bird Hits Windshield
Smidgeon
Pigeon
First there was the glamorized Birdman of Alcatraz
While in the White House lived Lady Bird and Lucy Bird
Sesame Street, of course, brought us all Big Bird
The world of sports has given us a birds-eye view of
Larry Bird, Mark 'the Bird' Fydrich, not to mention
Birdie Tebbetts… We're used to 'watching the birdie'
in golf too, and even -- alarmingly enough --
Did you just hear a cuckoo?
We all know that the early bird gets the worm
~ But really, who wants a worm?
Let the Fowls Go
Release
three geese
Fowl Abuse
I struck
my duck
Jokester Duck
Chuckling
Duckling
Crazy Bird Resort
The loon
Lagoon
Bird Mystery Novel
Who slew
Cuckoo?
The Welcomed Garden Bird
Again . . .
the wren!
Did you get enough to Drink?
Say when,
Gray wren
Most Revered Ones
Pharaoh’s
Sparrows
Bird Gazette Headline
Blind Larks
find parks
Bird Acquaintances
She knows
three crows
Bad-ass old bear:
Grizzly
Grizzy
Cougar from Arizona:
Yuma
Puma
Cowardly Cock-a-Doodle-Doer:
Chicken
Chicken
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
Larcenous bird:
Robbin'
Robin
Slave-driving beaver:
Dam it
Damn it!
Children in the schoolhouse
Chant a structured, uneasy song
“Risseldy-rosseldy
Mow-mow-mow"
Monkey Bars behind a bench...
She nervously lights a cigarette
Something is about to happen
A single crow lands.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydLJtKlVVZw
I tell myself I do it for the birds.
They gather together
around flameless fires
feeding on warmth’s memory,
chattering amid the blowing leaves,
feathers puffed against the cold.
Their beauty undimmed by the
stark dark and light of barrenness
their songs no less beautiful
in the echoless emptiness,
their presence – undiminished.
Quietly, I leave a gift,
mixed seed to welcome all
sustenance to those who share
a loneliness in winter,
a scarcity of caring
the fading heat of flameless fires.
I tell myself I do it for the birds.
10/18/2015
submitted to – For the Birds – poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Marine alarm clock
You need no winding to work
Seagull sea rooster
Birds have always captured my imagination,
They have such a beauty and a unique nature;
Oh, what an array of birds for my inspection,
I write this for the birds that fly in the azure.
They have, such a beauty and a unique nature,
White terns on the wing or pigeons in a park;
I write this for the birds; that fly in the azure,
Tiny hummingbirds and the owl in the dark.
White terns on the wing, or pigeons in a park,
The eagles and hawks, the swan and the duck;
Tiny hummingbirds - and the owl in the dark,
Dazzling fly-catchers and kingfishers that pluck.
The eagles and hawks - the swan, and the duck,
Woodpeckers that drum a beat or a tuneful wren;
Dazzling, fly-catchers and kingfishers that pluck,
Beauty in the wild, city; or in a green forest glen.
Woodpeckers, that drum a beat or a tuneful wren,
Oh what an array! Of birds for my inspection;
Beauty - in the wild, city or in a green forest glen,
Birds have always captured, my imagination.
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October 22, 2015
Pantoum
Submitted to the contest, For The Birds, sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Sixth Place
After mid morning coffee
will stretch out to the store
My piano to fetch
spread my fingers by a fine degree
You're invited to bow a little
for today all honour must go to the birds
It will be a melody of gratitude
to the aves given us by heaven
For their everlasting beauty upon earth
Upon the inspiration of blooming flowers
Birds take to the skies in radiant plumes
bejeweling the everyday dome with enviable
patterns, copied from millions of miles away
So here I hit the beats of beauty for the birds
to complement the fine melody of a bird-song
that invites daybreak and adorns dusk
like fine wine up the hills, making man suffer loss
why was such beauty not given him?
Bringing tidings of peace from your world O birds
whenever man gets crazy wanting to own your world
of colourful fruits, sweet grains and plumes of pride
You hover over his head, looking up, sees his folly,
Repents
Long curved beaks,short bills,sharp, obtuse
and your blessed fore limbs,
the sails for your voyage
across oceans and lands
All you will ever need
You know how lucky you are!
You love it, I sing it
Echo my tune like the baobab
Will you?
This got to be a melody of kind wishes
for all the birds of skies and seas
The hunter has become a guide for the birds,
his two faces
against two wings.
He has chopped down trees
to make a post
with small dried branches
for the birds to roost.
He has broken off flowers
to decorate this small tree
to cheer the birds.
He has put small stones
and large grains of wheat
on plates
so that the birds can eat.
He has constructed
posts with pencils
and towers with posts
from the ruins of the towers
so that the birds can take cover.
He has appended signatures,
each one different,
on dry leaves
with his two faces,
no one noticing.
After some time,
chasing the birds one by one,
he blows like a wind,
saying that judges and prosecutors
are his friends.
The birds, like many others,
quickly understand
and when the time is ripe
they emigrate
exchanging one thing for another,
finding another country,
agreeable people, trees,
grains of wheat on plates
and flowers of all colors...
while living peacefully there,
the hunter is of two faces
against two wings.
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Mantes la Ville - 1998
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick
When someone says something off the wall
We say, “That’s for the birds,” but I wonder,
Do birds have an affinity for the ridiculous
This is something we might carefully ponder.
And who came up with “as the crow flies,”
As though they go the straightest distance
Between two points, and not the tiny sparrow
Which probably lollygags along, for instance.
Do birds have contests between themselves
For who can fly the highest or the faster,
For who can poop on the most automobiles
Oh my, what a freakin’ ponderable disaster!
Sometimes I think the birds get a raw deal
The subject of axioms and thoughtful verses
And when they hurl headlong into a window
I think they are victims of despicable curses.
Written May 22, 2022
There once was a land
they called Beautiful Tree
the best of the lands
where the birds want to be
Then, there were only
the Cards and the Jays
no other birds had yet
flown in to stay
Nesting in groups
with a thickness of thieves
the flocks ever growing
outnumbered the leaves
Soon there was pecking
each with their order
defending their branches
defining their borders
Then one day the Cards
took control of the place
changing the rules
at a blistering pace
The Jay's were disheartened
and flustered, they flittered
their soaring blue skies
ever darkened with twitter
The Jays still believed
they could all live as one
but if ever to be
something had to be done
Yet try as they may
and with all of their might
the Jays gentle spirits
weren't up to the fight
Watching the Cards
taking care of their own
hogging the tree
with their true colors shown
Consumed by their greed
and driven by pride
hoarding resources
as new fledglings died
With no other enemies
left to declare
they turned on each other
defiant to share
The Jays knew the secret
for them to survive
was joining together
so all birds could thrive
The Cards stacked the deck
to their utter demise
as the powerful peeps
of the Jays would arise
Singing so sweetly
in harmonic rhyme
even the Cards
were found singing in time
Soon to return
to their Beautiful Tree
ready to cleanup
the mess there would be
Once again living
a life less absurd
Isn't this Beautiful Tree
for the birds?
-Jeannie Minor
In a world of decayed morals
Where change happens in a blink
Choices are based on greed and sex
Soulmates are all but extinct
To say that people are joined at the hip
It's only a temporary thing
In these, "me first" times of self gratification
One simply just takes off their ring
Call yourself a hopeless romantic
But not when it comes to love
Soulmate is merely playing semantics
And only pertains to doves
Pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
All in a desperate fight,
Yielding to relish the essence of life,
Forging emaciate energy,
Oh survival is hard,
Radically hard with time,
Time withers,
Hath time not withered?
Effortless it hath,
Bring thy hands together and pray for the birds,
I rest not,thou rest not and pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
Duly they fight,
Satisfy them.