Best Thrush Poems

A
call
to love-
repeated
many times over....

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So it is my theory
there is nothing more cheery;
that first vision bleary,
that first feathered dearie...

Ooh, look!     One so leery...
It's a precious little Veery!


Mind the birder standing teary;
She's just shedding winter dreary.




18.03.20

Composed for Michael Vacek's
Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen)...

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My eyebrowed thrush

Did you know that grief is 
a part of human life

if it comes
to attack and
swim in my heart
I need only
your tunable chirp 

your variation tones 
are my beautiful poems

I wish 
I were you
I’d sing my beautiful melody
to let every human being 
be kissed...

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~ spring is a time for quiet thoughts
               - it is impossible to explain what is happening to your soul ~



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In
a 
duet
with itself-
is never alone...

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Little speckled thrush

always in such a hurry

more Spring Songs to sing.


8th June 2017.
Contest one Haiku,
Sponsored by Rick Parise....

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That thrush so high up on the tree,
does it sing for you or me?
Its trills I hear with such delight
even though it's not in sight.
Then it's quiet. I peer and stare.
Has it flown? I wonder where?

And now it's on a neighbours' tree.
Is it's song for...

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Why is Venus called the god of love
If you knew Samantha, she makes guys gush
A technique so cunning
Downright stunning
Grabs us by the “blank” as we sing like a wood thrush...

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A song thrush am I
Dottie is my name
Play with me a game
One that's called I-Spy

In the garden 
Something I spy
With my little eye
Beginning with
The letter ‘S’
Can anybody guess?

There are no replies
None to play her game
Always it’s the same
One thing Dottie spies

Nobody knows!
Nobody guessed!
Dottie is the...

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I walk along through forest greens
With Wood Thrush singing flute like songs
I stop to watch what I have seen
It is sitting on a branch, following me along
Cheerfully it sings, with music lifting me
With joy as if I am also in that tree
So clear this perfect...

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Where are you Mr Thrush?
Where can you be?
Your a handsome little fellow
Sadly I no longer see.

No longer do I hear your call 
Or see you perched on my wall
Where are you Mr Thrush?
Please come back and visit me.

Your one of natures treasures
Don a coat of...

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It's dusk, almost an hour from sunset
and the wood thrush is not cheery;
his melody is a whisper heard in a lot,
where he sang with others happily!

The wood thrust with auburn wings and round belly
couldn't find a stream in a nearby forest and fled
fled here to...

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I wonder why of late
 only certain birds come to the feeding plate.
In spring a blend of every species
 appears fluid as hungry and needy.
Winter though, 
 perhaps because of cold and snow
that attendance is reduced,
 to lovers of the oak and mighty spruce;
hovering tween...

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In the still of the night the orange headed ground thrush perched on a tree outside, calls out in earnest beseeching his mate to join him in intimate embrace. A perfect interruption as a wake up call suitably timed for meditation! As though by telepathy,...

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white thrush and white crow
fight which one's biggest outcast -
black sheep watches them

*The idioms “white thrush” (merle blanc) in French and “white crow” (belaya vorona) in Russian correspond to “black sheep” in English.

11.07.2019
Black Sheep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin...

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