Blue Tit Poems

Hannah

'Hannah' thought she was a baby blue 'tit',
would 'toot' at dawn searching for a titbit.
Sounded more like a 'tut tut,'
so her 'mama' smacked her but.
Now she goes baa baa, like a 'ewe' misfit.


'Hannah' bought a small 'racecar' for her 'mum,'
but her 'mama' had a very big tum.
At first it was 'wow' and 'yay,'
but then' tut tut' and no way!
Trapped her 'boob', when seat got stuck to her bum.

Birds

What could be better than birds, my friends,
To put our heads straight,
What could be better than listening to this melody ?
The blackbird invites us to flowery diners.

What’s better than birds, darling
To soften our immense pain,
That their song from the distant lime trees,
Song came from pear and chestnut trees.

Let’s listen to the blue tit, the robin,
Let’s listen to the jay under the white clouds,
What could be better than birds, dear poet?
To make our thoughts brilliant in the sky.



Quoi de mieux que les oiseaux, mon ami,
Pour nous remettre la tête à l’endroit,
Quoi de mieux que d’écouter cette mélodie,
Le merle nous invite aux diners fleuris.

Quoi de mieux que les oiseaux, ma chérie
Pour adoucir notre douleur immense,
Que leur chant venu des lointains tilleuls,
Venu des poiriers  et des grands marronniers.

Écoutons la mésange bleue, le rouge gorge,
Écoutons le geai sous les blancs nuages,
Quoi de mieux que les oiseaux, cher poète,
Pour nous rendre nos idées brillantes dans le ciel.

The blue tit bird

The Blue tit bird began to sing, he wants to mate it’s almost spring

He does his best to find a nest, it’s up to her to do the rest

He flutters his wings and calls his mate, inviting her in through the gate

The blue **** colours do seem attractive, but she wants to know if his love is active

He only sings all year round, enjoying his attractive sound

His songs are sung just out of worry, he needs to mate before the flurry

In the cold of winter he does not leave, but searches food amongst the leaves

Out of site he will remain, until it’s time to start again

This is the life of the little blue tit, he sometimes relaxes, but he doesn’t quit


Saleh Ben Saleh

Wildlife 24

Wildlife 24

A chirpy and suave young blue tit
Perched on a branch for a bit
Down below sat a cat
So the bluebird just shat
And the cat threw a terrible fit!

Baby Blues

pip pip                         	pip 
pipes the fledged    	  blue tit
after mummy           	  blue tit
for a new                       tit bit
as she flew              bit and bit
branch and branch   tip and tip
cannot sit                      sit  sit 
chased by blue             baby tit
piping pip                 	piping pip
piping pip                      pip pip

Blue Jay Upstaged

passerine passing

winged colours azure -

swelled blue tit jaywalks

The World In My Garden

Jack the Squirrel made it known,
That the garden, was his own,
Perched upright on the big oak tree,
He wagged his tail for all to see !!

He held his sentry on branch three,
From there the view was all free,
He watched the Robin on the fence,
And the blue tit by the green bench!

Jinx, the Tom cat, was on the prowl,
From time to time he would yawn and roll,
But Cat was not his best of friends!
Jack was “a mouse with bushy ends!”

Little Robin eyed the wild seeds,
Bluetits fluttered at it with greed,
Jack knew too well about that device,
Would feed the birds, but not one his size!!

Jack found his grub from the ground,
There was plenty, if one looked around,
He wielded power in garden town,
Despite Cat Jinx, he held his own! 

Oak in the corner was tall and strong,
It had served the garden for so long,
Several species built their nests, 
But good old woody, pecked for pests.

There was harmony, and food for all,
From Spring summer up to the fall,
Just play the game and use the tools,
Watch out for Jinx and obey the rules!

Hibernate

Chill has filled the air
frost has formed upon the ground
leaves have begun to fall
aches and pains have settled in
I'm heeding nature's call

make way for the bear
the grouse, the blue tit mouse
It's time to disappear
let's hibernate 
and return again next year

Spring Is Sprung - For Songbirds Contest

Spring Is Sprung

The daffies are ready to give us their best
The early spring sun gifting newfound zest
The chaffinch, the blue tit, the robin redbreast
Flit hither thither, all planning to nest

Skys, winter grey, hint at forthcoming blue
New shoots appearing where last year they grew
And soon there'll be blossom in many a hue
And frost will succumb to victorious dew

Folk in their Woolies mow gardens where grassed
And in the marina they’re raising a mast
All that was dormant emerges at last
Now that the worst of the winter has passed




13 February 2019
Contest: Songbirds
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Anthology of Haiku

 Canadian geese
black cheeked... brown...  white tipped feathers
stormy ocean waves 

barnacle geese
hibernate as barnacles
for some... once a thought

starlings murmurate
whispers of countless wings
safty in numbers

hark a bittern booms
invites new life to explode
sedges obliging

quack... quack... quack quack... quack...
mallard ducks enjoying life
frustrated angler

coconut... blue tit
symbiotic  winter pairs
autumn time... fresh pares

a bee... wasp mimics
flower flies... a hummingbird
natures macro bling

ostriches... big birds
they'll disappear if threatened
M of P mimics

- Winter Birds -

When the temperature drops
Cold fingers, feet and itchy scarves
King winter scattered snow over the country
Decorated, as the beauty it created
Ice cold sea crashes against the coast

See how the birds are struggling in the wind
Birds die of lack of food every winter
Blue Tit, Yellowhammer, House Sparrow, Robin and Brambling
Cold, strong wind and snowy branches

Each calorie counts,
to survive is a matter of finding food
No stockings or warm shoes
Do not worry, my little friends
On my birdboard there is food for everyone














13.12.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Zila the Chinchilla

Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker 
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious 
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet 
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed 
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!

Taxidermist

~Taxidermist~
Dear little blue bird sitting on the mat
Please don’t poop on it because it isn’t tat.

That’s it, sit on the bird bath there on the rim
You look a fine little chap sitting there so trim.

I am a taxidermist and I am after a blue tit
Why don’t you jump on my hand so I can see, and you can have a little sit?

My collection lacks a bird; we could perhaps make a date
It’s a pity you are alone I could do with your little mate

You would fill the place nicely it’s a pity you are not red
But I can soon paint you up as I am a taxidermist- I think I  said.

no offense to real taxidermists out there I know you do not do this xx
Competition Entry: For Catie Lindsey comp: Word Games.
© 1/06/2012 ~GG~

Palindrome Poem

One eve,
my mum, dad and sis
took the kayak;
they spent ages,
until noon
the next day,
searching for
the poop deck.
Once they realised
their boob,
they set off
on their adventure,
both sexes
equally excited
about the quest
to save the giant blue tit.

There are quite a few palindromes here, but four of them are kayak, poop, sexes and tit
For David’s contest
Jack Horne

Inside Me Was the Stillness

Woven, high between bare branches
rooks nest gather where new growth sprouts 
amidst the stillness inside me.

A tiny blue tit twittering,
flitters towards a coconut, 
feeding the stillness inside me 

The sky, open, glistening blue,
white clouds sailing, a seagull soaring, 
through the stillness inside me.

A purple pansy perfect as the stillness inside me
until ............
people came
knocking, ringing, wanting
Then the stillness was gone.

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