Best Pileated Poems

This boy must be in season,

this blaze-headed feather jack 

hammering shack up condos

into swooned oaks, sautéing up fire

ants for a seductive nibble in the pulp.

You...

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rhythmic staccato
interrupts the morning calm
pileated drums

red crest, pointed beak
penetrate the slumbered fog
now the forest hums

crocuses burst forth
joyfully joining the dance
a welcome spring comes

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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for...

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A Pileated Woodpecker skewers through
The golden mirage of fall trees

Leaves dropping from frosted beginnings
Rush my glance towards his perch

Loud knocking races my blood
Fumbling with my...

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 A redheaded pileated woodpecker hopped up a tree
Barn swallows fly around me
Doves were cooing down in the dale
Other birds joined in, I even heard...

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trees dilly-O sing.
mellow skies surmise —
they’re not quite blue, white nor gray.

knocking in front and back —
pileated woodpeckers, shockers
with crests, crafty
to home owls and bats,
like...

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Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the...

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Neftlix, Hulu, autumn elaeagnus
thorns, small hairy buds, twigs hyper-lenticelled
fruits supposedly edible, leaves elongated, oblong
xerophytic but found in wetland
introduced species, some say invasive

Xbox is invasive
Hulu is...

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Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,

Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair...

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What movement, what visual rhyme and grace ...

I have watched the old willow on my grand-father's farm
     Sway in a summer...

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Just past far as you can go,
yonder, where the crawdads sing,
out beyond time’s ebb and flow,
festival is full in swing.

Bullfrog’s on the tympany,
joined by pileated...

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Early Morning

I wish to capture in some way,
With words, the ineffable
Images, and sounds of quiet,
In a time without man sounds.

Early morning awakened by
The first glimmer...

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"Piscator non solum piscatur"
("There is more to fishing than fish.)"
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Brown trout anglers catch few fishes
and almost always let them go 
barbless hooks make more for...

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Mediation

I wish to capture in some way
With words, the ineffable
Images, and sounds of quiet,
In a time without man sounds.

Early morning awakened by
The first glimmer of...

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birds fall hunger-wise...
before
cold winters shortages...

today a woodpecker ate...
such an
overfill it had to lay on the...

feeder for ten minutes till...
its throat
cleared so that it could fly...

it...

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on a tripod by the window be my...
camera
with a telescopic lens aimed at bird...
feeders

over the garage door such that the...
chipmunks
can only get bird feed grounded...

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