Funeral Bird Poems

A favorite memory of her grandma began before she could even say a word…
In her Grandma’s backyard, sitting on her lap…tossing seeds out for the...

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Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - George Santayana

Even when I sit at my window,
Watching birds peck the sunflower seeds,
Feeling blessed...

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Two magpies 
By Michelle Morris
28/07/2023

I see two for joy
Two magpies in the garden
Enjoying the sunshine
Inspired by the moments

Two as a pair
Love and happiness
Inspiring our joy
Blessings...

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The Death of Art

He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time
in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many...

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nightingales attend
somber stars appeared at night
soul departs on wings of eve...

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death felled the straw beast in the field ~ flock feasted in its funeral plot...

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If I could take it all back
Every wrong ever wrought
Every regrettable thing
Every broken wing

I'd lay it all to rest
In an unmarked plot
Over which I would...

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I
Last week, funeral
You heard Nature reviled here
But Neem Tree gave life

II
This week, two new pets
Chicken Little, who comes in nights --
Angel, power-lady dog, outside...

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I never learned to dance, with humans or wolves;
But my cousin Jammie Ray could dance the night away.
And I would never for once consider 'running...

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Pensive tempered thought
          in light morning fog that picks a fight
     ...

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She still frolics among the Arabian dunes 
Hundreds of years of lifetimes living 
After as many fiery deaths, the fable goes, 
She throws herself upon...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The black crow, a stunning bird
A closer look witness colorful inserts
A loyal bird with only one lifetime partner
Play hard, but work harder
Constant construction of the...

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Six magpies brought their mourning squawk,
soon joined by several others,
disturbing all their neighbour's talk 
and waking sleepy lovers.

Some hopped and did their swaggered strut 
between...

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While Samson is swinging his jawbone
There's a raven waiting on a tombstone
The reaper digs graves for all the unknowns
And the devil taps on his xylophone

The...

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