Best Rookery Poems

Pelican Bay


My rookery home

                Nursery rocks     oil covered

Parents               dressed in black...

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As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.

Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as...

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All is still in deceptions abyss,
Beneath fathoms deep, aquatic,
Wolves are on the hunt.
Stealth predators unseen, unheard,
Hanging on the fringe of detections,
Outer limits.
In plain black and white,
Behold a deadly beauty personified,
Intelligence next step in evolution.
These devils of the bluest depths,
Known as the Orca.
Chameleon's blending between shadows
...

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canopy uproots
lies upon the undergrowth...
breeding rookery

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers Manor, testament to time.

I’m heading for the ancient Hollow Way
Where towering beeches shade the wagon route.
“The Hatchet” standing at the...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the...

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"Simon Edy, known as Old Simon, (1709-18 May 1783) was a London beggar who may have served as an inspiration for a popular nursery rhyme. He lived in a derelict "Rats' Castle" in the rookery of Dyott Street. He was born in Woodford in Northamptonshire...

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The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in their flight
with urges to run in thick of night
lounging with...

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The robin sings, the dawn awakes.
Jenny Wren sings so much louder!
All wildlife rises to face the day.

The sun, nights respite, warms the day.
The dawn chorus every soul awakes.
Buzzing bees, all wildlife getting louder!

Rookery rooks set off, they caw louder!
Dawn chorus falls silent, calm now the...

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My memories took flight from Spring's rookery,
Nurtured by Summer's warm seas and
Trade winds steady under dynamic skies,
Reinforced by Autumn's harvest and happenstance

Pray my memories remain deep within me like a 
Fortress securely established on a rock mass,
High on golden hills, impregnable,
As Winter's cruel seas and...

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more often than not, a knightly surge
     combs a pawn me,
     especially after the stroke of midnight, when
hermetically sealed in my rookery,

     where bats in the belfry
     flap their...

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Hark the skylark sings o'er meadow.
Sings or fights to let rivals know;
the robin claiming territory.
Sings his claim, his sincerity.
	A blackbird cock sings his claim so.

The rooks in yonder rookery.
Caw, peck and claw in mockery.
To let their life mate, their proud beau.
	Hark the skylark sings.

To pursue...

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You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.

You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed.

Your flesh burns with desire.

Your heart becomes laden with iniquity.

You wear an integument crimson...

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One day I'll drive there.
On the way
I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman,
who lived outside the city
above a sea lion rookery.

She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer:

“I want you animals to know, Open your eyes.
A hungry man has killed one of you.
One day we will...

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A man with horn-rimmed glasses
knelt in the sand
thinking: "my office just got a whole lot bigger."
He had just flown from sea to shining sea
to survey the sea lions.

He walked barefoot to a rocky outcrop
to count the creatures (for he was an accountant),
the counting took many...

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