Best Screeches Poems

To my life that betrayed the butterflies~
          within my chrysalis mind, 
forgive my flawed dialect, 
I...

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 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting...

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As I walk downtown I see an alley 
Where a black cat sat staring up at me,
The sound of her purring was so soothing 
Lulled...

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Owl Parliament is now in session, so be quiet please.
All whistles, hoots, growls, grunts and screeches need to cease.

As the largest of you all, I’m...

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It'd been one of the most bizarre days; downright crazy
so I had a martini, maybe four, so things got kinda hazy
I fumbled in my wallet...

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In the dreary tune of a city's groan,
when streets escape the raging claws
of  haggard breaths, a line of stars blink
trading some warmth with human...

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The trees soar high into the sky 
Monkeys dangling, now swing 
filling the air with screeches 
Colourful parrots take to wing 
of reds, yellows and...

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A solitary sail of contrasting 
     White in a salty sea of blue.
From its own land, to disconnect,
   ...

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perched on a high tree
a blue jay lookout screeches ~
swift bristling of crests


[when blue jays feed in peace, their crests are lowered, but
become raised when...

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He turns away from me to say goodbye
Quivering not, I felt a pinch...so damn alone
While the night raven screeches up high
As crystal tears bleed of...

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I am an owl





Alert and awake,
can turn my head at crazy angles,
I have a night vision !

Flight is silent,
can think far beyond imagination,
I have a...

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ON RESCUING AN INJURED PIGEON
	I.
sliding screen door screeches, pigeons scatter
thump of wing against breast, shockwave breeze
more frequent than in the past, shimmering necks
soundtrack squirrel zig-zags,...

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.-G-.
.-R-.
.-O-.
.-O-.
.-V-.
.-E-.
.-S-.
pierce my ears,
caressing notes to rake
tears on such moonlit aches,
strings groan through passages
on breaths as scrapes of violin
lurch; veiled weeping dives
low like fine spear falling...

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Adrift upon the ocean  
bob a bunch of resting birds.
What is it that they call themselves?
A flock or school or herd?

Could it be this...

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