In magnificent memory of Vee See’s zaniest chimpanzee
Probably discussed by merry monkey’s chipping chickadee
Readily and aptly apparent by three who seldom agree
Incredibly supping with Mamie, Marjorie and Mr. Paul Klee
Please pass the honey and the light brie said brazen bumblebee.
No one capably eats brie with lemon tea said a flickering flea.
Advice is free but listen, skinny skeleton, I dare you to try and oversee.
Chimpanzee and chickadee fell down laughing at this on one knee.
four chickadees
visited the bird bath; bathed....
willow tree died; gone
an empty bird feeder hangs
exhibit of owner's health....
cute, curious, bird
witty chick-like chickadee
winter acrobat
Syllabic count: 5/7/5
A 2nd Place in the following contest (judged on Jan. 22, 2021)
Jan. 19, 2021
A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Black Capped Chickadees
hop from branch to branch, then swoop
dipping in the air
Birds having fun in the trees
chirping, singing, as they please
Heidi Sands
9/12/20
I hear the whisper of your feathered wings
As you alight upon the lilac bough
Your melodic trilling makes my heart sing
I smile so wide as my face will allow
In your beak I espy long worms wriggling
Then notice the twig nest beneath your feet
Twin babes peep loudly as children giggling
Mouths opening up to receive their treat
How long have you lived here I ask aloud
In this blossoming tree under the sun
Blue skies stretch forever – nary a cloud
Natural beauty here second to none
Farewell for now my little chickadees
Watching you has put my old heart at ease
Where have all the sexy chickadees gone
Been a while since their patooties have shone
Used to be quite blinding
Need dark glasses I'm finding
To determine if her hooha is still strawberry blonde
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Chickadees
Energetic birds
Quick to flit and fly
Dressed in feathered suits
That please a watcher's eye
Leaving bird foot tracks on a
Cold white tablecloth of snow
Dancing and prancing then they
Take hurried flurry flight and go
To a nearby pine tree branch that
Hangs far above the floor of snow
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Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.
Black-capped chickadees
cheerful and truthful expression
grouped in platoons, sharing the point.
The tribes travel together
first finches, then chickadees
following the squirrels every morning.
What luxury, abundance! Handful after handful
of grass seed thrown, into wind.
The corn ripe and the rye with it.
The other main families: pines, roses, peas,
lilies, daisies, heath, birch and oak.
Maple, honeysuckle, pink, mustard, cypress, mint, olive, buckwheat,
primrose, willow, buttercup, saxifrage, snapdragon, cactus.
Truth may be ascertained by considering
the truth we feel, the truth we're told,
the truth we reason, and the truth we've seen.
It is so good to be a chickadee.
To tell the truth cheerfully and joyfully
in a way that makes others want to live.
Feeders
Are filled with, the most tasty food
The chickadees flitter
Everywhere
Happy
They eat
Food from the ground
Emptied out of the dish
They dance around from tree to tree
Well fed.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.4/2006
They play in the morning sun
late Fall snow it has begun,
through the cold the branches sway
in the morning sun, they play.
Chickadees play all day through
'neath the morning sky so blue,
have a good time come what may
all day through, chickadees play.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.19/2013
This is my own style of poetry. I figured I would sit down and try to pen a style of poetry I haven't tried before. Then thought, hmmm why not try to put two together? I tend to do this a lot.
They play in the morning sun
late Fall snow it has begun,
through the cold the branches sway
in the morning sun, they play.
Chickadees play all day through
'neath the morning sky so blue,
have a good time come what may
all day through, chickadees play.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.19/2013
This is my own style of poetry. I figured I would sit down and try to pen a style of poetry I haven't tried before. Then thought, hmmm why not try to put two together? I tend to do this a lot.
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