Best Migrating Poems

‘Davo’ rang me up, ‘bout a month ago,
		To travel with him on a trip,
		Way up north to Glenora station,
		So he can search through Harry’s tip.
		‘Davo’ you see has a hobby,
		Collecting bottles, some worth more than gold,
		And he reckons the tip at Glenora,
		Would be more than...

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Bonuses have shrunk. 
Two ambitions now remain:
make Board or expat.

Sun-kissed and well-fed 
migrating birds, time to time 
reminisce of home. 

Open foreign minds,
gated local dwellings,
home sick capital. 

More money; less tax. 
Lost abandoned ambition
repatriated.  

Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com...

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Birds fly by my house
Heading South, and returning
They stop to eat here...

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Migrating to America 
In the age of Aquarius
Envisioning the best from the
Land of opportunity where it’s been said
Streets are paved in gold
Everyone has a white picket fence and
A Chevrolet too

The corner hop served burgers and fries
Soda fountains and milkshakes at the Five and Dime
Teens danced...

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I descend from Prussian tradition full of frozen rain and fire’s marches

Lagoons and marshes my father and history know about the Baltic Sea where 
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The Migrating Mistress

it started in September
those words he'd heard before
oh! how much I love you
but I need something more
the sad song of the sparrow
searching for a distant shore

he watched as she was leaving
till she left his sight
fell face first in his hands
and cried clear though...

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In early spring’s afterglow
Egrets head north as winds row; 
Dwelling  on lattice of plains
And coo    warble mild refrains--
How migrant journey  stirs on
When  April wakes with delight
Until lull of morn is done--
A homecoming …  our birds' rite !


Eight Lines...

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Ecstatic, electrifying, exhilaration ignites inside,
Inspiring my soul to capture the hope,
Songs echoing on the coast where there is light,
Silent light tossing, trembling, tempting my thoughts,
Into the night where pieces of my heart reflect the music
Playing in the waves, blending with the sea in stardust dreams,
Awakening...

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MIGRATING

Juana and I sit on the fence,
swing our legs,
throw seeds for birds,
check nests for eggs.

Juana,
like the migrating bird
that traveled mile upon mile,
is here now too,
but I hope she stays longer
than the bird that flew....

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THERE ARE MANY THINGS
I'D SURE LIKE TO KNOW.
BECAUSE CURIOSITY 
CONTINUALLY GROWS

DO MIGRATING BIRDS
HAVE GPS ?
OR IS THEIR SENSE 
OF DIRECTION SIMPLY THE BEST.

INTUITION OR INSTINCT
HOW DO THEY KNOW.?
OF ALL THE DIRECTIONS
WHICH WAY TO GO?

MIGRATION TAKES PLACE
WE KNOW THERE'S A REASON.
BUT HOW CAN THEY TELL 
IT'S...

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Bereft of warmth and succoring provender
But girded with the fortitude providence doth tender
Internal compass the charted course doth render
Steeled to navigate rough skies with built-in aerometer
Dislodged flocks flying south for winter
A winged armada pushing through shearing blender
Swirling masts soar into celestial splendor
In gallant ranks parade...

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nociception of pain
indigenous spirituality
theism ego structure
inevitable consequence
of the painful separation
sun is moving across the sky
thunder roars faint lightning
mediators of inflamed passion
universal need for consolation
neurotic repression
expectation
for non existing 
worry is imagination
our interpretation
knowledge and wisdom are limited
intensifying rain drops are real
we are migrating to east...

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I migrate towards the visions of my utopian dream.
Where everything is worry free and all things are
meant to be.  Where I succeed and God supplies
all of my needs.  

My wireless life is sheltered from the past and 
now I am home at last....

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Perhaps immigration is our big US national anxiety
because we don't know how to unilaterally abort
cancerous growth of matricide.

Too much to even think about
at a merely nationalistic level
of ecocidal unconsciousness.

Earth is our shared sacred home
which has begun feeling like a dried out
grass and forest burning
tornado churning
anthro-supremacist...

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Monarch Butterflies start off as a 
 cocoon, then they come out into 
 beautiful butterflies. The 
Lovely monarchs started 
 migrating, then one 
nice bright day, they 
disappeared 
Now they're 
gone. 
On
 cold 
Sunny day, 
the beautiful 
Monarch Butterflies 
Came back from migrating,
oh,...

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