Best Rufous Poems
The Kookaburra, this terrestrial Kingfisher like bird
With it's onomatopoeic call, laughter in it's world
They inhabit arid savanna's and humid forests so lush
Also suburban to residential, as all around them humans rush
These beautiful birds are sexually dimorphic in their look
Their plumage sometimes differs, but in some your not mistook
The Rufous-bellied, Spangled, Laughing and Blue Winged
Are the four Kookaburra's who chortle as they sing
These beauties from Australia, are carnivorous in their eat
From lizards, snakes, insects and mice, they sure do love their meat
Oh to hear a Kookaburra, in their wild and natural place
Their another of natures joys, that human eyes do grace
Categories:
rufous, animals, nature, places
Form:
Quatrain
Eight Words 2 8-8-24
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Velvet Night
On a warm, velvet summer night,
When moonlight drips in a soft SIGH,
The scents of LILACS bathe starlight
And CAJOLE crickets to reply.
MISTY castles enchant SLUMBER
On a warm, velvet summer night
Spent hearts dream in shades of umber
In mystical moonstruck half-light.
Midnight mistrals, rufous bobwhites,
Chirp with sweet sonata finesse
On a warm, velvet summer night
Soft breath of summer seeks to bless.
ETCHING calm into WEARY eyes
Sweet wine of sleep nuzzles midnight
Dulcet GUITAR blooms – sweet tones rise –
On a warm, velvet summer night.
Categories:
rufous, night, summer,
Form:
Quatern
calypso darting
peering through open windows
rufous hummingbird
an old gourd hanging
blowing gently in the breeze
its peach tree abode
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this hummingbird has been hanging around all season, at first i thought it was simply due to the feeders. after doing some lawn maintenance today, i saw it entering a hollowed out gourd i put in my peach tree last summer. i figure, s/he is now part of the estate, may as well give it a name: calypso.
Categories:
rufous, beautiful, bird, flying, tree,
Form:
Haiku
rufous bird
hides in the camellia
avoiding raindrops
written to happily announce their colorful return to my feeder- hoping warmer weather will follow soon!
Categories:
rufous, animals, funny, nature, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
My Little Sparrow
Oh Little Sparrow
How come you here?
Your rufous neck
Seems so cute
And your white little cheeks
Are too small to hold a seed
And a bushy black bil
With conical structure
Seems so great
As its a visual treat..
Why don't you go to the grasslands?
And all the deserts and the woodlands?
Do you want to live with me?
Oh Little Sparrow
Come to me...
ABC-Always Be Careful
Cause the dreadful cats,
Hungry Hawks
Came here in search of you...
Where is your clump?
You better go back..
Oh Little Sparrow
Bid You Goodbye.....
Categories:
rufous, 9th grade, bird,
Form:
Ballad
Somewhere between the Poseidon and Azure
Is his double shaded blue that always allures;
Between the lush and chrome, green hues
That glow in layers of velvet like necklace;
With rufous brown tail feathers and long neck
With strong twig like legs which are too thick
And with the slender body and crown feathers on head
Peacocks are the boss of mass which make others dread
From the Rats to the Snakes
From the Rabbit to the Crakes
Also the night warriors Bat men
Every one is afraid of this majestic man;
From the young women to the children
From the Kookaburra to the Magpie robin
And the Ostriches from Sahara
Every bird is envious of his aura
Thousand little eyes on the long floating feathers,
Blink only when he feels his favorite weather;
When the rain god cascades down to see his dance,
And when photographers yearn to use their chance,
In the mid of the picturesque green land,
with his feathers stretched, he majestically stands;
When Koels sing ragas and Ioras hum rhythms,
Begins he, the divine dance steps; joining birds with him
'Thath Tharihita Thai', he oscillates left and right
'Thom Tharihita Thom', he jumps and floats light
'Thathom Tharihita Thathom', he lands on the land gently
'Thamthom Tharihita Thamthom'he grins and performs friendly
From heaven, retains his dance steps best
Performs he, with sheer enthusiasm and zest;
Not to entertain us or his dearest friends
But to entice his beautiful girlfriend;
Does his persistent love line dance,
Until he puts his mate into a trance;
And the planet earth revolves
Just to see them dance in love
Categories:
rufous, animal, appreciation, art, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
OCTOBER PANTOUM
Rufous luster of Autumn on October allures assures romance under azure sky.
Celtic seasonal festival Samhain proclaims completion of harvest in plenitude.
Treats-tricks at Halloween Eve October Thirty First welcoming Winter to enter.
Bonfires to lit blazing aflame warding off evil spirits, driving dreadful devils.
Celtic seasonal festival Samhain proclaims completion of harvest in plenitude.
Carving, painting fleshy pumpkin to win in Halloween Party at mystique night,
Bonfires to lit blazing aflame warding off evil spirits, driving dreadful devils.
Clad in pitch black, glad in mud mask, mad to outsmart scary sinful sick souls.
Carving, painting fleshy pumpkin to win in Halloween Party at mystique night.
Treats-tricks at Halloween Eve October Thirty First welcoming Winter to enter.
Clad in pitch black, glad in mud mask, mad to outsmart scary sinful sick souls.
Rufous luster of Autumn on October allures assures romance under azure sky.
10/07/19
First Place
'Poet's October Pantoum' Contest by William Kakaula
'Strand Special 5' Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
rufous, appreciation, october,
Form:
Pantoum
For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.
Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles
toward distant woods, and watched
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.
Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye,
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest,
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.
Categories:
rufous, baby, bird, death, grief,
Form:
Free verse
An eagle sits in the cedar,
Another is soaring nearby.
If he hadn't called I'd have missed them.
I just wouldn't look that high.
A rufous towhee is searching
For seed that's been spilled on the ground.
A refilled feeder awaits him,
If he'd take a good look around.
How often we miss God's treasures
Just because we don't raise our eyes.
By keeping our narrow focus
We blunder and miss the prize.
We go through our lives with blinders,
Not seeing the glorious view,
Nor appreciating His wonders,
While our selfish ways we pursue.
A rainbow after the rainstorm,
Is worth living through rainy days.
Just lift your eyes from the puddles.
His benevolence will truly amaze.
By: Joyce Johnson 2001
Categories:
rufous, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Casting a glance past my shoulder as Chopin’s Berceuse opens into the air
light diffuses across the room with its Autumn shadow
beautiful day … beautiful
shimmers, ripples as dry, shallow water with dancing shades of
lilac leaves
shimmering stream of light across a flaxen silk cushion
nothing special, but yes
the glinty lustre lingers here, simple, playful, randomly enticing
My eye to Autumn light is a relationship beyond my strength
and always has been
there, an unaccomplished lilac leaf, predominantly green with a touch of
purplish blush, just flickered down past the window
Magical dance of Autumn’s delight, my delight
the season’s progression to detritus and Winter’s insulation
of wilted lamium, hardened rose-hips, flattened hostas
Blankets of leaves form pools of musty colour across our back garden
(we were all away in different directions this weekend)
and in this span, the paw-paw simply dropped its voluptuous
leaves, leaving them strewn in an organized un-windswept circle
round its barren form
Oh, the motion, waving, blowing, dropping, to barrenness
who designed this beauty?
not I, it is beyond my conception
conceiving barrenness
nature’s movement to senescence
Only she can create such beauty in this strange and entrancing ritual
Autumn’s ebb-and-flow, dappled light, dance of crisp, rufous
leaves, of desiccated, musty, smudged ochre-paper
Little notes tumble through the fresh air and wood-smoke, notes of
truth:
Beauty lives here
Come see and smell and touch
Rusty impregnation of fluttering, flickering light and leaves
preparing for Winter’s sleep and Spring’s release
(October 19, 2009)
Glenn died less than a month later. I, his mother, made a pledge to him that a book of his writings would be published. It has been - I am Keats as you are...
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This will be his online poetry home.
Categories:
rufous, autumn, beauty, bereavement, color,
Form:
Free verse
Show me what you see each day
Through your sparkling eyes of greens and browns
Do you see the smiles, the tears and frowns
On children's faces as they play
Can you see beyond to the lilac heathers
to the mountains tied with ribbons of snow
Where the Red Grouse rest wearing rufous-brown feathers.
Tell me what you hear each day
Where life stands still in your darkness deep
Where the Waterboatman lavae sleep
Do you hear the laughter as children play
Come twilight can you hear the Nightjar call
In the heathland broken by clumps of trees
And the cattle defended by sturdy wall.
Whisper what you feel each day
As small fingers tickle do you laugh and dance
Under the stepping stones of risk and chance
Do you feel their hearts slow down from play
Can you feel the chill when the sun fades in the west
When the motion has ceased and the lands laid to rest
Don't answer these questions,I think you know best.
By Michelle Makepeace
Categories:
rufous, natureme,
Form:
Rhyme
March on, April, and may
irises counterpose
raring purples yellow
As gray clouds in sun dance
Gentling storms rain mellow…
March on, April, and may
endearing pinks breezy
move magic carpet rides
In petals morphed to leaves
Rufous plum branches hide…
March on, April, and may
amaryllis buds dew
gleaming in your cool drops
Elegantly bleeding
Massive red, makes hearts stop…
March on, April, and may
iridescence fly by
restless in moody hues
A meld of hot and cold
Great hope’s mirage are you!
(4/24/2022)
Categories:
rufous, april,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
The Missus is angry, Rufous told his wife.
Are you sure? She sounds like that a lot.
Her husband just flew off with the babysitter.
That young thing! What? His wife was outraged.
I think so.
The wife grabbed the binoculars.
That’s not the babysitter; that’s his son!
His son looks like a girl, Rufous said.
I have told you this time and time again.
Male peacocks are the pretty ones.
The plain ugly brown ones are their wives.
Rufous did not want to acknowledge his wife’s smartness.
So he kept looking, hoping something would happen to validate
At least a tiny bit of the story he fabricated about the neighbors.
His wife smirked, knowing exactly what her husband was doing.
Categories:
rufous, bird,
Form:
Prose Poetry
He writes, pouring down his words of glory
Disclose the echoes of his wondrous dream
Down into his soul her untold story
Boundless desire; her tears, her eyes gleam.
With strokes of rufous and cherry and wine
Erasing the dark shadows from her eyes
Canvas of ivory their love entwine
Surround them believe, O Eros, Arise!
Her heart she bore in a penumbra wakes
Of all the galaxies vast, he chose hers
Loving arms hold her still, is what it takes
His gaze, his touch, his love he then whispers
His words are robins of dawn in her heart
They fall, no they fall and never to part.
(C)2017 Maricris Cabrera
Categories:
rufous, love, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
Tender is the night the moon does gently sway,
reflections from your eyes, gives one a taste of
your ways.
Dancing leaves, the headlights ensnare
a rufous finale, as yet another generation gives
way to the new.
Approaching fog gives one the
urge to slow down, while shapely trees play
havoc with one’s imagination.
Sight and sound
blend in harmony, when “Black Foss Cascade” we go
by, rampage rushing water just a complexity in the
rain.
Withered old man staggering, rustic features
caught in a reflective mode, when pushing his
home wayward in a supermarket trolley, aided by
moonlit cat’s eyes.
New bypass smooth and variably,
manageable liken to a new exercise book till
fingerprinted saturation takes hold.
Local men,
local stone, one conceives when witness to the
resurging art of dry stone walling, taking place
along the highways, pastures and garth.
A sad
reminder, when “St Peter’s” comes into view, mixed
with happy memories flooding back of a grandmother,
laid within its walled sanctuary.
Cruising upon
the “Beacon” westward sights create incredible mental
images, fuel for past wanderings, the mind a compiled
haven.
96FM, belts out yet another blast from the
fifties, giving one’s ego a shivering reminder of a
reflected past. “Moor Lane” allowing reality to surge
back, the view as beauteous as ever!
“This whole
nurtured birthplace of mine that lays embedded
in one’s conscious, gives up nothing of its secrets,
only imparts them occasionally, to a select enchanted few!”
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Categories:
rufous, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse