Blackbird Poems

                          LIVING HOSTS


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Although your song
Is heard in the morning 
Little blackbird 
Don't sleep in your nest
But sing through the lonely night. 


           W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019


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COOKING POT

I looked around me, everything was dark
as if my own eyes were completely shut,
that the would have come to an end,
my eyelids were very heavy,-
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing things that were given me
very...Read More

A lone stoic blackbird
sat on a lamp post squawking
away; his eerie crowing
piercing the graveyard silence.

The sleepy yawning sun
pulled himself up
and over the shading horizon;
reflecting a golden glow.

The quiet air was as still as
an aged autumn tree—standing
all alone—naked, and as shameless
as...Read More

Awaken at dawn to a chorus of birds
Warm sunlight on my pillow
Cumulus clouds in a cerulean sky
Fields of golden wheat below

The buzzing of a honey bee
As it passes by unseen
The distant sound of a cricket game
Being played on the village...Read More

"Morning has broken
Like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird."  By Eleanor Farjeon



Black plumage has the male bird, preens his glossy suit with buttery beak  
Landing on my balcony with head held high singing songs of love
Always...Read More

Blackbird is dead.
Yes.  That is what I said.
The woods are still.  The sun is red.
Cherries near his little head.

Dark is coming.  Nanette weeps!
The wind shivers.  Nightowl peeps.
Gone the robin's trills and cheeps.
The song is ended. ...Read More

I thought my little mate the blackbird
was being bullied by his flock
maybe pressured to renounce our friendship
his little yellow nose looked painfully pecked
his tail short and dishevelled as his feathers
I might have been wrong
his beak looks healthy and strong
of shiny...Read More

In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost through a sieve.

I swore to rebuild our earthen dam,
and hold the waters at bay.

Your dream...Read More

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 9/1/2019

I got up, as dawn - you are asleep, because it's night: 
I have, among the mountains, my own home - of two lives
And the top and the vat and I'm weaving this thread, 
that speeds...Read More

We may know what’s right and still do wrong
Greed and  envy run our inner world
Like a crazed drunk bee we like to sting

Even as the blackbird is in song
The darkness of the heart will on it fall 
We may...Read More

We may know what’s right and still do wrong
Greed and  envy run our inner world
Like a crazed drunk bee we like to sting

Even as the blackbird is in song
The darkness of the heart will on it fall 
We may...Read More

Was the maid really in the garden... 
And did a blackbird really peck her nose 
Or was she in the kings counting house... 
Taking off her clothes 

And do you really think the queen... 
Would be eating bread and honey...Read More

it’s your turn to fly

blackbird sings in dark black night

freedom imagined
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To Prejudice the Dawn -CT

Blackbird, winter moon, small echo of death
Starlight, lord of beauty, time stands still
The quality of mercy, mind and heart
life accelerated, how to slow down time
eyes of Mother Nature. her immortal sadness
equilibrium, controlled fallacy, 
self knowledge in...Read More

What do you need right now?

I feel like I would enjoy a long retreat
from human voices,
a free to reverse
get out of jail vacation
from inside voices,
especially my own.

Who would keep you entertained?
Who would you listen to
with affection,
passion,
curiosity,
interest,
engagement,
immersion,
amusement,
without hearing human voices,
including your...Read More

When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered seed cultivates 
memoirs of time, to ramble throughout lob wood and hear sweet 
bluebells across...Read More

Unwind.

As a tiring day
Unwinds
And goes to rest
Blue skies turn to grey
Closing the lid
On natures bountiful
Treasure chest

Blackbird on high
Bids farewell
With it’s sweet
Retiring lament
The wild daffodil
Closes delicate its petals and folds
Now the day is spent 
And the lilac tree gives off
It’s heady...Read More

The North Sea, brown, and flecked with white
That threw itself in angry spite
Against those solid stony walls
That kept the harbour safe from squalls....
Those gentle waves of blue and green
That rippled by me, so serene....
The memories flood back to me;
When I...Read More

The TFL Shaman- A Journey Home.

Raindrops trickle down the misty train windows,
Obscuring views of coloured graffiti,
Works of passion sprayed on to embankment walls.
Bright colours splattered onto neglected structures,
Wild Statements of art,
Arising from the urban ashes of creativity.

Serious and distant faces...Read More

A blackbird
sings his 
songs of love 
exquisitely
serenading

Beguiled by
his love songs
she responds
coupling
new life 
created

Nesting
resting 
one by one 
slowly eggs 
will hatch

Nurturing 
feeding 
hungry brood
day and night 
search for food

Tired parents
await the day 
fledglings fledge
to find their way

circle of life
continues

and she 
his...Read More

These park leaves were once vibrant green, then soft yellow and bright red.  Now they are dirt brown and withered, useless as I crunch them underfoot.  Grey skies with no discernible cloud forms stretch out to a lonely...Read More

To hear the sweetest song as the Sun bids me goodnight 
a tune that saturates my soul with joyous jubilation and
perchance that I can only hear just one sound in my life 
a blackbird captivates my heart with his beguiling...Read More

The little blackbird 
Greets me 
With his early morning song, 
That sweet uplifting voice 
Herald of the glorious  new day. 


           W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2013


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"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"


Strangelove was waiting  
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating 
with a certain glee 
The “Arrival” of 
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing conversation 
over Kumquat Jam, Scones and 
clotted cream at High Tea, 
near the High Flyers’...Read More