white and light yellow
Lutino Gouldian finch
pomegranate cheeks
The Red Finch shudders
against the sharp winter wind.
A speck in the yard.
winter light greenfinch
lovely light gray head and breast
yellow wings and tail
No Name
What a finch I saw.
Many colors for a small bod.
Lovely bod in that bud.
Around her or his
What?
You name it.
He or she
I do not know.
It has no name
No Ids
No papers
No and
No ..
What a free finch!
I Silently sipping the last limping remains of wine
within the crumbling confines of my glass.
guiltlessly glistening in the amorous arms of evergreen.
Lonesomely, my eyes lift themselves
up from my blackened
blue brass bottle of bitterness
and gradually grows aware
of the arid aristocratic atmosphere.
Lustered with the luminous larks
who lurk within the numbing neon
nature of the iridescent nightlife.
But among these unfruitful flocks
feebly flutters the faint fanciful feathers of the frigid finch.
Who still sternly staggers his weakened way through the
world’s wishful
word woven woodlands of what if towards the eternally
terminal edge
of mortality.
In search of an answer
patiently perched upon the topic of
what light lingers within the relieving realms of truth.
finch
dainty
delicate
beautiful trill
prettiest yellow
melodic voice
on a branch
sing song
finch
crimson lilts of joy
fill the alder tree with song~
concert of rubies
03/14/22
howmanysyllables.com
Brussels Alfred William Finch a realist
to a neo-pointillist
but staying an artist was not his lot
the wheel turning to a pot from a dot*
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/alfred-william-finch
chirpy little finch
awakens early risers
opening the day
And I Barely Heard the Finch
How sweet your timid twitter,
Like a child pulling on its Mother’s dress,
And like the child, “Do you want to talk to me,
Do your little chirps mean more than seed?”
Free you fly through the dawning skies,
Problems far from your waking eyes;
Immigration, prejudice, have no place
In the world of sunshine on your face.
“Oh, you say, there are cats I must fear,”
And you avoid them. and many Jays,
Solemnly equipped with camouflage,
You let those big birds play.
And while flap-jawed feathers pick a fight
Around oval and hurricane restless seas,
Your Master calmly guides you where to go, and
You weather storms with ease.
And I barely heard the Finch.
gold turning silver
feathers with the leaves shedding
summer colours fall
9/9/2019
A Transition Of Seasons Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Gold Finch Had Gone
What we did was find ourselves flinch,
When we had smelled all of the stench;
All so terrible,
And unbearable;
Gold finch had gone all over the bench.
Jim Horn
Grinch Finch
I once was hired to use a winch
to wrap it’s chain around a tree
a tree that held a frightened cat
I knew that this would be a cinch
for nothing ever worried me
I didn’t know there was a finch
who nested there and what a grinch
and then I felt a little pinch
an assault that made me flinch
my facial muscles gave a squinch
who is this angry bird so meek
to threaten me with its small beak
the cat was saved and I had vowed
to wear this moment like a shroud
and never speak of it out loud
no more to use a winch and flinch
or squinch because of a small pinch
by anger of a grinchy finch
who woudn’t even give an inch
What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
June 16 2019
RARE BIRD
Sitting outside my window
a Black-throated Finch is there.
This little bird now is on show
seldom seen, could become rare.
A Black-throated Finch is there,
hoping he'll stay for some time,
seldom seen, could become rare,
pecks at a worm to dine.
Hoping he'll stay for some time,
content to continue grazing.
he pecks at a worm to dine
this little bird is amazing.
Content to continue grazing
each morsel he chooses with care,
this little bird is amazing,
of extinction he's unaware.
Each morsel he chooses with care,
needs protection before decline.
Of extinction he's unaware
his habitat men want to mine.
Needs protection before decline,
this little bird now is on show,
a Black-throated Finch so fine
Sitting outside my window.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2014
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