Budgie Poems - Poems about Budgie

Paris Down Under I heard the thunder all the kangaroos hid children screamed in fear the witch, her brew asunder I calmed the innocent peace is within my sphere I danced with a Wolfe Birds took a glance at philosophy A druid mumbles give peace a chance I swallowed a lemon said are crazy Sheilas in sanity? Life full of questions answers fly in the wind just remember these wise...

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Budgie Budgie what can I say about a man named Budgie when it comes to writing poetry, he's as tender as can be but when it comes to rocking your world with his guitar, well watch out FANS, for he's the best musician by far; Budgie Budgie what can I say, "its your...

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So for a laugh, I thought I would buy Mo a cockatiel Even sent it to a speech therapist, to learn the spiel Soon it arrived in the post, and made itself at home Where Mo was more than happy to let it freely roam Days passed and from the cockatiel, not one squeak Until a day it rustled up...

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He’s gone now, And I’m not sure how. Shocked to find his feathers on the bedroom rug scattered. That’s all there was left, twisted and tattered. White like clouds and blue like sky, This wee small bird, my grief did console, A birthday gift from a love who’s died, 'Twas a living link to that dear soul. Sky’s gentle heart and sweet peeping...

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A line in a poem must never stray A word in a line must know its place For every action we take, we create We change the order of things Molecules, atoms, DNA, tones, notes All connected, like water between ripples Snow crystals in avalanches Our hands gesturing in the air Create movement, small folds in time All in orbit like the cosmos itself As...

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BUDGIE I have a little budgie, his colour is white and blue, I am teaching him to talk, so far his words are few. He sits upon my finger, and lets me stroke his chest, While telling him he’s a pretty boy, and he is best. One day when he was playing, with a little toy, I clearly heard him say...

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Blue bird in a gilded cage: But not as much as a single whistle from it, and no piping, not even a proverbial peep, only deafening silence from behind the bars. To get the little blue beast to sing! One plays it a symphony by Dvorak: Nothing. There's only silence from the bird. One plays the budgie some Smetana: Again, nothing but silence...

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Our Hayley had a budgie, she loved it very much singing in his cage all day, his feathers soft to touch then one day I found him, on the bottom of the cage just a bundle of still feathers, it may have been old age I knew how much our Hayley, would be sad and so distraught so I went...

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l was just small with black hair visiting grandma and her budgie bird Pete, who flew and would land on my head and poop and I would yell loud, running and screaming, you stinky bird don't go on my shiny hair but he always did one day he flew after me into the bathroom because I really had to go and he fell into the toilet with...

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Barking Budgie Yes, that's right I own a barking budgie, his name is Chip a friend gave him to me. He chirps, as he barks and barks as he chirps, I think it's rather cute I laugh so hard, it hurts. His mate's name is Dale she's quite timid, you see, she'd rather run the other...

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The budgie chatters. The canaries ignore him. He just talks louder....

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