Best Magpies Poems
magpies
bickering raiders
sorrowful untold secrets
line your nests of
thieves
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Mellow melodies of magpies in enchanted wood herald spring.
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Our neighbor Edna is an incessant talker for sure
My husband says squawker, and I think so too
Weird words come out in a blather, somehow threatening
More than a bit of chatter, it is constant and nonsensical.
We call her magpie when we are alone, which is not nice.
For this infraction, we may someday atone, we know it too.
But for now, it gives us a tiny bit of satisfaction, strangely enough.
Edna’s words are fired forth in a spewing action, her ideas open.
It’s like every thought in her head has to come forth.
Does she keep nothing for herself? To make fun of us perhaps?
Her ways are curious to us, and her rhymes are twisted and disjointed.
A dash from subject to subject, and quickly back. It is difficult to follow.
There is a rhythm to her madness. She dances to her own rhymes.
Magpie’s rhymes. I like the sound of this, decide to write a poem.
Can never tell Edna of her help though, for she is an incessant talker.
Never listens to anyone else, thinking only her thoughts are important.
warble to the sky
a joyous chorus flock shared
joie de vivre
AUSTRALIAN MAGPIES
I woke to a cheerful sound at dawning
As warbling of three magpies greet my day.
They're sitting on tree branches this morning
And warble though the skies have turned to grey.
The magpies are dressed in black and white coats
No need of colours to enhance their charm.
For lavished on them is their silver throats,
A sound that brings to me a healing balm.
Still they continue carolling so sweet,
Three tenors sing in harmony of voice.
Though other birds may sing with chirp or tweet,
But magpies will always be my first choice.
May magpies with their silver throats sing on,
Bringing cheer to the land where they belong.
A Sonnet
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2015
Do magpies communicate with the dead?
It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery
Silent and calm, watch over the graves,
The flowery tombs and the so dogmatic crosses
I often see them in cemeteries thinking,
As if to speak to those who are underground,
They go on a tree, listening to the graves
In a silence that makes all hearts vibrate.
I see them so often with one eye caressing the crosses,
On a green trellis or in an antique pergola,
With the dead, hours they communicate
As to bring them, pious comfort in the afterlife.
Les pies communiquent elles avec les morts ?
Il n’est pas rare de voir des pies dans un cimetière
Silencieuses et calmes, veiller sur les tombes,
Les tombes fleuries et les croix si dogmatiques
J’en vois souvent dans les cimetières penser,
Comme pour parler à ceux qui sont sous terre,
Elles vont sur un arbre, écoutant les tombes
Dans un silence qui fait vibrer tous les cœurs.
Je les vois si souvent d’un œil caresser les croix,
Sur un treillis vert ou dans une pergola antique,
Avec les morts, des heures elles communiquent
Leur apportant un pieux réconfort dans l’au-delà.
Two magpies
By Michelle Morris
28/07/2023
I see two for joy
Two magpies in the garden
Enjoying the sunshine
Inspired by the moments
Two as a pair
Love and happiness
Inspiring our joy
Blessings and gladness
Two as a couple
Joined in time and space
We are blessed profoundly
Every single day
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Since time immemorial, it is believed that a single magpie always brings bad luck and magpies in a pair (two Magpies) bring joy or are positive. One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for a birth.
Woke up at four then with each passing train
Been waiting all weekend for Monday again
Saw two magpies but one of them was dead
Is that sorrow or joy for a superstitious head?
anxiety and worry is all about me
I’m all on my own yet surrounded by family
My age is now greater than my waist
So there’s less time to waste on a wrong mental place
massed magpies
in a black and white city
united in joy
Grandpa took his gun
Out to the field
And I watched as he aimed at the birds
And I asked my father "why?"
And he said "They peck the peaches, they raze the raspberries, they plunder the plums"
And I think, where I a magpie
Instead of a girl with her pockets
Full of bugs and dirt and smooth, shiny rocks,
I'd crave that sweet fruit
And how shocking would it be to taste
The metal that breaks my beak
And shatters my skull
Do they know what they risk when they perch on the branches,
Do they see my grandfather aim the barrel at them?
Would they come back if they knew?
I think; I would, where I a magpie instead of a girl
Through busy April clouds
The shrieks of magpies sound
A rainbow black and white
They hide their finds in highest trees
Making their finest bridal nest
Magpies
By Michelle Morris
16/05/2021
As I go about my human day, typing on a keyboard words and numbers into meaningful use via cyberspace,
I notice the simplicity of nature despite its complicated interdependencies -
A pair of magpies visit my garden every day in a sequence of movements and a rhythm that becomes predictable over time.
I wonder if I should try to feed them but don't wish to disturb their perfect dance of living.
They seem blissfully content without human beings interrupting their flow.
So I go about my day where I live mostly in cyberspace and I long for those moments when I nature's blessings can again embrace.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
I don’t want to give you roses
Or words as sweet as chocolates
Shiny diamonds or love poems
I want to carve out my heart and serve it to you raw
Show you who I am and tell you the truth:
You hurt me like a knife to my chest
And some of the words you say bring tears to my eyes
But most of the words you say make my stomach ache with laughter.
I don’t love you
At least not in the way they tell me to
With sugar dusted words and fake smiles
I love you because of the person you are and how you make me feel
I hate you because you stop the words leaving my mouth and you make me feel weak
I love you even when its dull and worn
Because those are the signs of love.
Morning magpies warble loudly
Sitting in the treetops proudly.
Greet us singing, early sunrise
Warble loudly morning magpies.
Melodies sweet always bringing
Early sunrise, greet us singing.
All synchronised twitter and tweet
Always bringing melodies sweet
When together they’re harmonised
Twitter and tweet all synchronised.
Clear sunshine or rainy weather
They're harmonised when together
These magpies I am glad their mine
Rainy weather or clear sunshine.
Around, always habitual
I never miss their ritual.