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My Zoo From A to Z

Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe 2)!

Caribou & Camels; *Cavies & a *Coot; Cottontails, Chipmunks, Chinchillas looking cute.

Dingoes, Deer & *Dik-diks; Dolphins doing tricks!

Elephants, an *Emu; Egrets and a Ewe.

Flying squirrels & Frogs you will find; Ferrets & Flamingos, Felines, every kind.

Goats & Gophers, swift Gazelles & Gnus; Grizzlies & Gorillas; Gibbons to amuse.

Humpbacks;Hyenas,also Harbor seals; Hummingbirds need little; Hippos need huge meals! 

*Ibex  & an Ibis, and there’s some Iguanas

Jaguars & Jackals & wading birds, Jacanas.

Killer whale; a Kangaroo; Kingbirds and the Koala too.

Ligers, Lynxes, Leopards, Langers; Llamas, Lemmings, Loons & Lemurs.

Manatees & Manxes & some Muskrats; Mustangs, Moose, Macaws ; Mountain cats.

Nightingales & Newts; and a big Naked mole rat!

Otters & Opossums; the Ozark Big-eared bat; Ocelots and Orca too. imagine that!

Pumas, Panthers, Penguins, Polar Bears & *Pipits; Puffins, Peacocks, Pelicans & *Peewits. 

*Qhetzals, such bright birds to see; also a Queen snake, Queen rat & Queen bee.

Rhinos, Rams & Reindeer need a look! Racoons too, & have you seen the Rook?

Sable, Sloth & Skunks & Snowy owl, Snipes & Swifts & *Squabs are other fowl.

Tigers, Toucans, *Tapirs; and just now born. . . 

Utah prairie dogs, Uganda Kob and the only one around, the Unicorn!

Vultures, Vipers, Vixens, and more than that; a Vole & Vervet & the Vampire bat!

Walruses, a Weasel, & the silly *Wallaroo; Woodchucks, Wolverines, Warthog too.

*Xenopus & *Xerus; *Xenarthra & *Xantus. 

*Yaffles & a Yellow belly lizard; a Yeti (found naked in a blizzard).

*Zanzibar and Zebra & the *Zebu; Finally a *Zigzag and a *Zoo-zoo!

Definitions of the uncommon animal names in this poem: 
Cavies - Hoofed animals   Coots -diving birds                Dik-diks - type of Antelopes
Emu - like Ostrich             Ibex - wild goat                     Langurs -Long tailed Monkeys
Pipits - small songbirds     Peewits -shore birds               Qhetzals -jungle bird
Squabs -Birds                  Tapirs -S. American Swine      Wallaroo -large Water buffalo
Xenopus -Frog                 Xerus - Ground squirrel            Xenarthra -Anteaters
Xantus - Bird                   Yaffles - Green woodpeckers   Zanzibar -Gecko
Zebu - Ox                         Zigzag - Salamander                 Zoo-zoo -Wood pigeon

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Midnight breezes echo a snuffed demise    from this lament ,
While time hangs amidst moments on pale skies from this lament.

A  lone ibis drifts on weeds reflecting my emptiness
When summer dreams grow dull through ashen eyes  from this lament...

How bitter this  grief of  a mother stripped by  innocence--
To touch   to nestle a child without cries   from this lament.

I recall laughter shared before eve’s veil wrapped my babe , cold :
Now , plush dawn gives way to angst of  goodbyes    from this lament.

And each bursting tear  stains a frock  I wear to memorize
The hour I closed life and prayed for  what’s wise   from this lament.

Till a little voice hums  like a cherub across moon’s view
Allaying glum heart    taming breath which sighs    from this lament.

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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

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Without Him

The decanter is filled with chicory blooms
(blue, for the sky is her pleasure)
while the snapshot turns nigrescent
marking rain for the evening weather
The ring with which they two had wed
lay gilded 'round her finger
With her eyes closed oboes quarreled
'gainst the scent of him, that lingered.
Her languish comes but once a day
She turns to the mackerel sky
and sits upon her lonely porch
In sight the ibis fly.
She remembers sweet the sparkling mint
his eyes had held in winter
and the rush of tangling wild wars
they waged when he did kiss her.
As evening falls the grass gives up
it's scent from dew to rain
and again her footsteps lead her
to a solitary grave.

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006

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Flag of My Fathers

red is the red rum 
and blood of the Amazon...
the Scarlet Ibis

black is the black gold
and dark days of soul and slave...
the pitch in the lake

white is cane sugar
and bones and ghosts of Empire...
flag of my fathers

For the Haiku - Senyru 
or 3 line verse flag contest.

Trinidad Flag Colours:  
 Red - White - Black.

Note: Trinidad is famous for its red rum among other things.
         It is the home of steelband, calypso, limbo, Angostura Bitters,
         the Pitch Lake, and of course Carnival. Like most islands
         in the Caribbean it has a spectacular natural beauty and
         is often referred to as the land of the hummingbird.
         The Scarlet Ibis is the national bird of Trinidad.
         Black Gold is oil and natural gas - our largest export.
         The Arawak and Carib tribes of the Amazon were 
         the original inhabitants.
        "Empire" refers to the British Empire and its slave trade used
         to plant, harvest and mill the valuable cane sugar.
         Trinidad gained independence in 1962.

       July 2015

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2015

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Oh, to be in Trinidad

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
where the hot scented currents flow;
  from East Dry River to Nariva
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where reaching palms whisper
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
  and the forests of Papa Bois
flower with water lilies in bloom

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
in the time of the house of Trestrail,
  and be again that child before
the Voyage of Six leaving did sail!
  Where by antiquity starlight
Amerindians crossed its riverbends,
  and tall masted clipper ships
sailed the spice seas to its far ends

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when equatorial rains have passed;
  and gaze Big Wet to Big Dry
burning canefield and wildgrass.
  Lowland baptism of blossom
resurrect from Toco to Mayaro Bay,
  and in reacquainted seasons
waves of consciousness slip away

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
where tales of bacchanal abound;
  how old chimes with new
yet uprising does a trumpet sound!
  And ghosts of the revolution
fan the flames in the hot raging sun;
  where dat voodoo spirit rise
the Obeah Man when day is done

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
for crab and callaloo on Sunday...
  let the Boca gulf gates lull
and stars over Tobago my fears allay.
  Dream and moonstruck gaze
till Monos windsong wakes no more;
  listen and you too shall hear
rapping upon her hideaway shore

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
in Caroni for the scarlet ibis flown;
  hummingbird's backward dance,
beauty I'm richer for having known!
  And in days of future years
tread again the hot Maracas sands,
  or horse trails of Blue Range
and Rancho Caballero grasslands

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the Oval's at its raucous best,
  and the lions of Queen's Park
bay for Christians in noble contest.
  Where the air sweet with rum
stews with doubles and curry pot,
  and the drums and soca play
till all yuh feelin' hot! hot! hot!

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
playin' Mas' with cart and barrow;
  when masquerade and fete
jump loudest to Kitch and Sparrow!
  Calypsonian tents jammin',
limbo flame sparks the night flare,
  and steelpan Carnival streets 
jumpin' from Icacos to Saint Clair

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
among the blood of African slave,
  and not be destined, alas,
to lifeless fill a cold foreign grave!
  Lo, where indentured cargo
in waves landed upon South Quay...
  I pray the bells of Greyfriars
will gently toll in absence for me

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the great Savannah dawns;
  hot roti and roasted corn
in early light over its tracks and lawns.
  Land of my nativity begun
from hills to blue Caribbean Sea;
  I miss that golden age ended
and lament what must be must be


           August 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Florida Nature

Maestro woodpecker taps his beat to the symphony of a rising sun, casting rays on Boardman Pond. Great white heron, the prima ballerina, strikes her pose as blue herons pirouette. An ibis takes flight with grace as a tri-colored heron waltzes, displaying multi-hued plumage. Alone on the observation deck, I am blessed to view the ballet, a most welcome, daily, sunrise ritual. Even the nesting wood stork adds his cries to the harmonious melody, echoing through rising mist on pristine wetlands. Peace and poise reign until the predatory osprey swoops across the stage, causing other birds to scatter. Even a basking gator’s eyes rise to observe the flutter of wings. Only the great white heron remains composed.
*Inspired by Robert Butler’s “Majestic Pose” Written February 21, 2015 Boardman Pond, located in Volusia County, Florida, has a deck for watching the many amazing birds that nest and play in the wetlands surrounded by the forest of a state park.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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the listening friend

everything is beyond green today
even the bluebirds take notice,
and seronade the dancing sun
death is so far away-

iv'e given a name to the Iris
that lives and plays near the trailhead
that has greeted me for a week
cheered my clumsy stride -human scent

white ibis stand still as michaelangelo marble
so gracefull in its wicked intent
the muscrat makes a water path
leaving the eyes in green swirls of silence

i hear voices from a broken farm 
 voices covered with flutes filled with green shoots
its a good moment to be thankfull
giveback to god a string of green pearls of pleasant thought...
within this moment you hope the blood vessels stay in line,
the heart and brain swallow only calm waves
at least until you get back to the trailhead...
and Iris for being a listening friend

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2012

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Sun Thief

Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Simon.
He was an ordinary boy who did what ordinary nine year old
boys do: collecting bugs and putting them in jars,
speaking to imaginary friends, riding a bike along an empty road
in the woods….. 

As the only child of a Governor and an Egyptologist,
silence was the only company that he knew.
One fine Saturday morning, out of curiosity,
he entered into his mum’s work room,
which was out of bound for anyone,
except her;
she had traveled to Egypt in Cairo,
to help examine a newly discovered mummy.

He went round the workroom, admiring the historical
antiquities from Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia and Libya,
dating thousands of years back. Suddenly he noticed
something; a green carving of a scarab beetle was glowing
faintly. As he was about to touch it, it glowed more and more
radiantly! So shocked, he ran to his room, and shut the door.

For almost a week Simon never thought of going back to the room.
The episode had made him so shaky that he was afraid of leaving
his room. His parents were so concerned that they called him 
a counselor. Simon was afraid if he said what he had seen in the workroom,
his mother would be upset, for breaking the “out of bound” rules,
and his father would perceive him to be insane.

One full moon spring night, a powerful breeze blew against Simon’s window,
opening it. As he turned to close the window, he saw the green scarab beetle
on his study table. He was frozen with astonishment! Suddenly it unleashed
projector images on his bedroom wall! Clips of a well-built man appeared;
he had a pendant round his neck; the green scarab beetle carving! The
mysterious man was fighting a red-eyed warrior who seemed to levitate,
just like he did. Unfortunately the benevolent-looking man lost the battle,
and the red-eyed warrior flew to the sun, and absorbed it into his scepter.
Soon, he vanished.

“The wounded man is Horus, the hideous warrior is Seth,” a voice from the Scarab 
beetle said. “Since the battle, our world has been in darkness for thousands of 
years. No god had been able to steal Seth’s scepter, without getting damned
into the realm of frozen time.”

The voice went on to say that Seth’s deeds brought forth the fall of ancient 
Egyptian civilization and glory. According to the Book of Ra,
it was said that a boy from the Land of Four Seasons would subdue Seth,
and free the sun from his scepter.

Simon suddenly fainted. All the realities were too hard to grasp.

“Wake up, wake up”, he heard. Slowly he opened his eyes,
only to see unfamiliar people in cloaks and walls filled with
hieroglyphs. He was on a bed, which could change color
at will, according to his emotions. The floor was decorated with a big
scarab beetle symbol. Looking outside the window, it was dusky, cold,
and filled with eerie moans.

Simon was awed and terrified at the same time. He had been transported
to the world of the gods, through astral projection by the green scarab
beetle carving.

“The hero has come to save us!” he heard from outside.

Suddenly the ground began to shake violently, as the shadow of a jackal’s
head danced all over the ceiling. Everywhere the shadow passed, it left
death: flowers wilted, fruits decayed, and rich history written
in hieroglyphs got erased.

“It’s the Evil One!” the immortals screamed.

Suddenly Seth appeared before the boy’s bed, from a dark smoke
that mysteriously vanished, just as the immortal savage appeared.
“I’ll incinerate yooooouuuuuu………….!!!!!!!” he shouted,
as he pointed his scepter to Simon.

A flash of light shot from the scepter, only for the beam to reflect
back to Seth. Simon couldn’t tell what was happening;
his eyes were closed. The medallion round his neck, with a green scarab beetle
had protected him, and defeated Seth. What the Evil One
didn’t know was that Horus’ scarab beetle had chosen Simon as the sole
possessor of Horus’ hidden powers. Seth had once stolen it,
but it disappeared mysteriously from his grasp, for Good cannot blend
with evil.

“I’ll be baaaaack,” Seth roared, as he vanished into a dark smoke.

All of a sudden the sun appeared once again, together with Horus. He glowed
radiantly, as he flew in the blue sky. Slowly he flew down, and patted Simon.
“Thank you my child”, he said. “I’ll always keep watch over you….” The boy 
fell into a mysterious deep sleep, only to wake up again, on his bed. He was
sweaty, confused and enchanted.
Three months later, as he went to collect some bugs for his buggy collection,
He saw a real, life scarab beetle crawling close to a pond. Across the autumn
skies he saw an Ibis flying in a circle around him. The Ibis is the symbol of Horus.

“I’ll always keep watch over you…..” Simon remembered those words,
and began to smile.
He was now a superhero in his own right!

                                               THE END    

Date: 30/1/2017

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017

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The day that Pilate helped sentence
Jesus to the cross ---
People were proclaiming, that Ceaser
was their only boss ---
Although Pilate argued for Jesus
life to be spared ---
Few showed any mercy and even
less expressed that they cared ---
Finally after several attempts to save
Jesus from a cruel death ---
Pontius proclaimed IBIS AD CRUCEM
and then held his breath ---
Christ was led away and crucified
for all to see ---
With the sign above His head, INRI;
which was prophisied to be.


Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009

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River Prayer

Winding past sand dunes
like shapes of a cratered moon,
the river moves and ibis stand
on stick thin legs in the grand
flow of the Nile.

Mississippi muds ooze through
headwaters overflow
down to the shrimp bayou.

Macaws call in misty dawn
awakening monkey chatter
through swamps of the Amazon.

Frothy rapids cascade past 
cliffs that strain to touch the sky
above the Colorado's roar.

Out of  the old growth forest
comes a gurgle of water rushing as
the Willamette appears before us.

Winding, moving, crashing,
frothing, gurgling, roaring, oozing,
the stuff on which our lives depend,
our heritage,
our kin ...
this water.

Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008

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national bird of 
Trinidad and Tobago
Caribbean Isle

the scarlet ibis
it is a tropical bird
bright red in color

it has a long neck
and it's bill is long and curved
feathers are black tipped

feet are slightly webbed
it's legs are long and skinny
with a wide wing span

beak is used to probe
in mud and shallow water
where it looks for food

you should see it fly
with its long neck extended
as if it's gliding

it's a good fighter
fights with beak legs and it's wings
protects its offspring

scarlet ibis is
one of the most beautiful 
of bird family

they're gregarious
rest in colonies in trees
they travel in flocks

united they are
we can learn a thing or two
from these awesome birds.

Copyright © JACQUELYN STURGE | Year Posted 2007

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Endangered species are around the world
Narcissus Bugei bulbous plant of Spain
Dabry's Sturgeon mostly now a dreamworld
Amur Leopard, Russian thirty-five remain
Nava's Wren from Mexico lost domain
Gorillas,  by intense poaching
Eurasian Lynx saved by reintroducing
River Dolphins hurt from habitat loss
East African Highland Shrew disappearing
Dwarf Olive Ibis, will always engross?

In honor of Dr. Ram's contest..
* Note
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Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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Open Sesame

Open sesame 

An arm of Cern watch 
Related to the eight pointed star 
Sharing light 
unto the mainstream 
where no one 
is even guaranteed a tomorrow 

Truth never hides away 
facts always remains 
An old babylonion Queen 
arises scarlet spilling blood of the innocence 
Standing at the gates of hell  

Venus guarded by a pride of lions
With a symbolic staff 
on an eight pointed star 
Begins firing up a ceremonial ritual 
deciphering the clay tablets 

Cernunnos horned one 
You claim to be master hunter 
half man mixed with beast
Holding the snake in one of your hands 
with a gold torc around the neck 

Signifying a person of high rank 
Disturbing the normal order 
of nature and things to come 
Including religious beliefs 
and the general code of conduct 

In this awful state 
that harnesses it's own power of attractions 
Balancing the heart and mind together 
can tip with scales 

Those heavily influenced by the serpent 
on an eight spoked atlas detector 
with coils running into a circle 
Inside the middle houses an ancient world evil 

Used in the past 
from right angled arms drawing out 
from the centre 
Embodies a paradox of witchcraft 
in an eight world region 
at the dawning of history 

Where it was written 
in the skies falling down stars 
Sons of anarchy 
Your entrance was sealed in the ibis 

An underworld into the bottomless pit 
Destroying souls your aim 
through the rock of faith demonic locusts 

A co written piece by Liam Mc Daid and Maria Mc laughlin it's related to research on Cern and the symbols used

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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Flamingo Dance

Flamingo Dance

Such a prissy flashy crowd
Pink burlesque feathers sashay left.
One leg up the other down
Drop the neck and touch the ground
Graceful poses in bright hue
Ibis dances two by two
Shuffle faster, ruffle feathers
Real life pink Flamingo dancers.

Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2010

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Trinbago massive

Trinbago massive

A lady in America asking me
To tell her something bout Trinidad
She planning a vacation soon
And want to go there real bad

She wants to hear everything
About the culture and the foods
Steel pan and calypso 
And the people attitudes

So I thinking where to start from
She might have me talking all day
Because trying to describe Trinidad
There are so many things to say

We have a lot of beautiful beaches
  Miss universe and miss world
And in Olympics 100 meters
Hasley Crawford wins the gold

We are the smallest nations
To reach the finals in a world cup
And we going back again soon
To beat the other teams on top

We had the sugar factory
In usine ste Madeleine 
But it not there no more
 Because of Patrick manning

We famous for we bake and shark
Doubles, roti and red solo
And the most beautiful girls in the world
You will find in Trinidad and Tobago

And we have a lot of saga boys
They write the book on women
So when you go down there
Prepare to hear some sweet talk from them

 And when it comes to work
Ten o clock you walking out the gate
 Because you don’t have to worry 
In Trinidad you are never late

And when is carnival day
Is the best costume to be seen?
And by the next morning
The whole place already clean

And if you go to the beach
They have beers and food in their van
And every one calling you for some
That is a true Trinidadian

And you must go on Corinth junction
Naz cuisine is the best in south
After you taste their food
It’s all you will be talking bout

We known for the botanical garden
And bird watching in Caroni
And must see the bat caves
On the island of gasparee

The scarlet ibis and humming bird
The Pitch Lake and cocrico
And in devils wood yard 
We have a small volcano

From Port of Spain to San Fernando
It’s a land of beauty
From san francique all up to taco
We have so much of history

Lord Kitchener and David rudder
Crazy and the mighty sparrow
Gypsy, baron and Denyse Plummer
Lord Nelson, Maestro, and the shadow

Ravi b and his sister nisha
Sundar popo, the hit man and rikki jai
Rasika, ramrajie, Kamela & Destiny
Anand yankarran and drupatee ramgoonie

These are some of our heroes
Some are here and some have past
But they all represents Trinidad 
With dignity and real class

So she told me to keep on talking
I said lady must work to live 
Just go down to Trinidad and Tobago
And enjoy your self because trinbago massive

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2012

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On Our Lake

The morning - kayaks launch, voices call, sound moves cleanly over deep waters. White ibis and blue heron cordon cypress knees; shallow eddies mirror the faces of our dreams. At twilight, sherbet reflections paint sunlight's fair, fading face on our lake.
Copyright, May 31, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Ghosts of France

One month in May, I journeyed far,
Winged through the sky t’wards Eastern star,
To land upon the Charles de Gaulle,
Grand port of ile de France’s sprawl,
Live city where studied Renoir.

A taxi to a ville by car,
This ville oh Vesinet not far, 
Walked round the ibis lake to loll,
One month in May.

Then back to gates of iron bar,
Round homes of which it seems there are,
The old grey ghosts of France in all.
They walk baguettes down lonely hall,
the men in black, women in shawl,
One month in May.

Copyright © HighWave Brian | Year Posted 2015

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Bird of the gods
Long legged wading fowl
Live in wetlands, forests and plains

Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2017

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IBIS 101

He's treading the shallows
at the border of the lake like 
a house cat kneading your lap,
his neck like radar, scanning a map
for morsels disingenuously believing 
the borders of the lake are Zen,
that the mire in which they anchor 
is armor against the avian, but then, 
gliding guilelessly along edges, 
Slowly,slowly, no need for hurry: 
he never hedges the bet there's 
breakfast beneath his feet, 
the table set.

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2013

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ABC Animal Twist

ABC Animal Twist

Adored and diverse, life thrives on earth; each day nature sees new births.
Big and small, abundantly in seas and trees; great beauty breathes.
Chameleons, cats, corn snakes, and coots, survive great threats in life's pursuit. 
Delightful dragonflies from dart frogs duck; drake-crakes scoot upon lakes. 
Eagles and egrets soar blue skies; an elephant endangered cries.
Fabulous fauna: fairy flies, and deer upon flora feed needs.
Graceful purple gallinules, young goats, and giraffes bring joyful laughs.
Hag-fish, halibut and hammerhead birds…birds?  Yes!  Nature preserves.
Insects and ibis work their charm; crusty isopods cause alarm.
Jaguars enjoy tasty meals; leftovers are the jackals' appeal.  
Kiwi that fruits, kiwi that flies both species in New Zealand resides.
Living world the Creator made; since the beginning, wisdom stayed.
Matchless miracles, wonders, and births together blessed on our earth.
Never alone, no matter where, life exists here, there, everywhere.
Oh how beautiful, artfully wonderful, God-primed blissful place.
Planet earth and outer space together share a glorious race.
Question not; God loves this world. See creations glide, slide, swim, and swirl. 
Reverence life; it was made with love; He still watches from up above.
Still breezes and sunshine please; sturgeon, shrimp, salmon, and sardines feed; 
Termites, thrashers, terriers and teal find niches that have appeal.
Under God's skies, the umbrella birds fly.   Man ponders; God replies.
Venomous snakes make rodents quake; Vultures clean up for good health's sake.
Weeping willows watch wolves whelp; chirping yellow warblers sing to elves.
X-Ray fish known since early days leave modern man looking amazed.
Yosemite toads, yetis, and yaks live on the lands without lack. 
Zoology on earth from alligators to zorilla zings!

© Name withheld for the contest
February 24, 2010

Poetic form: ABC

See> ANIMAL HABITAT PICTURES LINKS for my ABC Animal Twist poem It was posted 
separately as a list poem.  OK I hope.  Smiles

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Idolized by pharaohs, monarchs and kings;
Bird of the wetlands, marshes and swamps.
Interesting forager with long bill and stilted long legs;
Sacred icon of the dynasties of yore.

Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016

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Daybreak 2

          Daybreak 2
                 Frank Halliwell
At first light every morning 
And before  dusk  every night,
All looking for a handout,
And quite sure they'll find a bite.
Of suet and some birdseed
And some honeyed water too,
And the feast is laid on
Every day at Uncle Frankie's zoo!

Resplendent in their rainbow coats
The Lorikeets appear!
The royalty of this feathered world
To none do they show fear!
Their subjects sit and grumble
Round the fence and in the trees,
And wait noisily for their turn,
And for the crowd to ease.

My cheeky black-backed Magpie
Arrives with her demand!
Self-service isn't good enough,
She must be fed by hand!
So Pussy's dish gets raided
To get a scrap of meat
So cheeky and her bigger mate
Can have a bite to eat!

Two slits of jet in yellow orbs,
A furry ginger coat,
A furtive movement in the grass
Might very well denote..
The cat is out there watching
And would like to try her luck...
A malevelent island in a sea
Of feeding ducks!

Down by the dam, a Spoonbill
Seeks his breakfast round the edge,
Sifting small crustacions
Through the bullrush and the sedge.
And sleek in brown and white
Atop a single rock nearby,
A cormorant preens her feathers
With her wings hung out to dry.

And up behind the aloe patch
With stiff and stately strut
A Royal Ibis pokes and prods
Hunting for god knows what?
I wonder what the day will bring?
It will be no surprise
If it's like all the others here...
Perfect, with sunny skies!

Copyright © frank halliwell | Year Posted 2013

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What'll I Write... he
Muses, surveilles the nil 
Wind, windowy visage, 

& gateswayed key-pad, 
like a cyber abacus
to touch & stroke, counted-

on to reveal it's 
whilom Mysterlex, vener-
able... Sunday, a 

small gaggle of Ibis, like a 
short-stack @ the Pamcake House,
gather to beak the 

night-sogged sand & soil - 
Yes, it is Raining, & what'll 
I Write onto this 

Sky heavy with no 
sound, Divemy - to Alpha-Bet- 
souper-bowl-Day to score 

& yield 1st-touch-Words, 
off-costume, aplenty like 
Muskmelonseeds al 

centro, resplendent 
like an occasion, of the 
Yes-twoDay's a mazed 

Prosetrycopia!, huh! - 
What shall I Write, In-
Deed!?, but Linnear... 

and Quantumescent,
A Sirge in Time to the
Muse of Rhyme, I Am...   


Copyright © H MANTEL | Year Posted 2007

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story teller

story teller

I am not a poet
I just write words on paper
I am not a musician
never learn to play the guitar

and please don't call  an author
I never could have a best seller
but if you want to call me something
just call me a story teller

I am not a teacher
was never good at arithmetic
and I am not an actor
because some people  said
I’m a little too dramatic

and  please don't call me  rich
because i don't have a wine cellar
if you want to call me something
just call me a story teller

yeah I like to tell stories
from all points of life
some are very funny
and some cuts your heart like a knife

I am not  someone famous
me and the camera never really click
although my name Ishmael
in the great novel Moby dick

I am from the island of Trinidad and Tobago
a fact that i so proudly claim
land of the humming bird ,scarlet ibis
the pitch lake and sugar cane

I am not a very smart person
I leave school at age seven
and I believe in there is a god
and do good and you will go to heaven
I like to take walks on the sand
And in mayaro beach I saw a shark
And I like to look up at stars
And how they twinkle in the dark

And when I am standing outside
I like to see planes with propellers
so if you want to call me something
just call me a story tellers

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2012

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Blue Falcon part 2

He sees a Spaniard who is about to be executed on land trip
He saves the Spaniard who then joins blue falcons’ ship
Spaniard tells him that he was a captain of a small merchant ship
He was about to be put to death because he learned a secret of captain of another ship

The secret was new order that although it portrays itself as helpful beacon
It is actually dark cloud on a horizon
With France England and Spain fighting for dominance this new order has risen
Making alliances on all three sides but using them all and if they are refused they use cannon

The order is controlled by invisible hand
To be on the side of justice they pretend
But the evil done by that order of scarlet ibis is hard to comprehend
It started by killing Egyptian pharaoh many years ago enthroning the very hand

The order’s numbers are vast
And stopped they be must
They are responsible for many wars present and past
Killing people and even on national thrones their shadow do cast

They joined Teutonic knights during early fifteen century
And as Blue Falcon later learned they are the ones to kill Frances’ future majesty
Finding the hidden hand was the key
If he could prove that Blue Falcon would be free

Blue falcon eventually defeats Order of Scarlet Ibis in great battle at the sea
And restores his dignity 
On the Eastern Island amazing things Blue Falcon will see
And will learn how to generate ship powered by antigravity

Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015