Fowls Poems | Examples

Testimony

I recall by chance the astuteness of rain
When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze
Befriended the weeded way . . .
Leering further into the viscera of the village,
Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs,
Loud, frenetic and full of powder.

I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning,
Quick to mirror the village in its own image.
The grey breath was intense,
Fusing teethed mirth with grim spheres.
Then came the vitrined harmony of fleeing spectres!
Tricks were revealed.
Tenebrous paths came to light.
And the rumps of sensuous fowls stood stark
Before the reality of weaned souls.

I recall lighting up a cigarette.
Adding to the atmospheric smoke,
I held on to the banter of coyness, flat,
Resolute, and with rummaged blessedness of initial stages
Blending well with the greed of May.

Chicks and Ducks in Splashing Spree

Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee
Baby chicks welcome their blest endowed worth
Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth
Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee.

Cheerful in their sunny color delight
Ducklings quack, inviting attention gain
While they wobble gladly, devoid of strain
Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight.

As water fowls of playful swimming zest
Ducks and chicks showcase aquatic tactic
Boasting splash-technique, indeed fantastic
Designed by God* with His creative best.

*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.

May 31, 2025
7th place, "Let's Do The Chicken Splash" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest	Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 6/11/2025

Listening To the Pelican's Affliction

What has brought him to this cheerful place?
Is it curiosity, hunger, or an escape from loneliness?
A mild wind from the East caresses the gleaming waves,
and he expresses jealousy with deliberate rage;
his small nest was destroyed by the wrathful storm of February,
vainly, he searched for it through the bushes of wild huckleberry. 

The mid-spring sunrise is bright-golden and luminous:
similar to a brilliant sun that illuminates all in its path;
and yet the green-blue pelican ignores it and chooses 
to mourn his loss, never hoping to find his little ones alive:
to survive in such a wilderness, any bird needs to strive
or die even when harmony invites to explore new skies.

It's Saturday morning, I'm strolling and singing
and perched on the Monterey Cypress stretching
its branches want to embrace him for solidarity,
would he accept or refuse the feeling of empathy?

Listening to the pelican's affliction is sensing total despair,
something I've felt and carried inside to deepen the wound
of a tragic event that provided no minimal healing whatsoever:
we were created differently from these fowls with thrilling sound.

THE GOAL

It is the ACT in the goal set that seals the deal
Nonetheless, many a goal are broadcasted abroad
In sheer exhilarations that fades like dusk
And at the mercy of drifting time left rot
A perfect semblance perhaps
Of seeds that by the wayside did fall
And starving fowls obviously did on them relish a meal
In the event of a year almost a farewell bidding
The goal had been stationed a beacon in the vast ocean
A compass for weary seafarers’ guide
Till safely are come ashore sure.

Things I Can't Stand

Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,

or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.

Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing sewer,
others’ stains on bathroom towels –
repugnant, these, for sure.

A dying pig’s pathetic howls
(at least that’s one pig fewer):
Walter Matthau’s drooping jowls –
for these, there is no cure.

Margaret Thatcher’s tortured vowels
are dickish, not demure:
and Ian Paisleys, Enoch Powells
are ignominy, pure.

Dream Within A Dream Within A Dream

A moon-lit day
End of Fall
The Sun an unseen presence
Far down south-west
Behind some silver cloud
Maples showering gold
On a lengthening walkway
Lovely as the Milky Way

A young couple in embrace
On a lonely bench
Hush, hush, silent speech
Tip-toe vagrant breeze

A teenage cutie
In Halloween fancy
Of rainbow hues
Floats her way
Did the trees around
Send her down
With their sliding leaves?

Time in lethargy
The skies in brood
Life in slow motion
Fowl in meditation
Perched on the bank
Their eyes lost in the sheen
Of the placid pond

Is this an evening
Or a dream?

Rub your eyes
Pinch your thighs
This can never be
Anything but a dream

"Wake you dreamer"
"Into what?
Another dream?
A dream within a dream?
And then a dream within a dream within a dream….? "

Isn't life an evening of Fall
Unending within a dream within a dream……?
No one wakes here
A dream-some nowhere

competition comes to a halt

the barnyard competition is ramping up, fowls are in a foul mood.
Farmer’s wife brings out some pathetic, wetted down poultry food.
Farmer will be by in a second she says, as the competition gets fierce.
We know he has a first name, we have heard her call him “Pierce”.

Green hen is doing a lot of bragging about being the prettiest bird.
Yellow spotted hen is rolling her eyes; she says “my word!”
Baby chicks are gathering, thinking they have a chance to win.
Until Pierce comes along, bringing a male peacock in.

BIRDS IN JUXTAPOSITION WITH FISHES

What matters most is their role fulfillment
as feathered fowls mentioned by the Scriptures
and they, as God’s wondrous ocean creatures
triumphant midst freedom-geared commitment.

Optimizing well their musical zest
song birds render their chorus with delight
while fishes exercise production might
achieving for the best, feeling so blest.

With contrasting pursuit midst their design
they enjoy serenely granted lifestyle
never competing, nor jealous... meanwhile
complementing each other as they shine.

Learning from birds, I would sing and soar high
then from fishes, maximize and share grace
being a blessing in running life's race*
accomplishing, whether I swim or fly.

*Isaiah 40:31 - But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

June 24, 2024
10th place, "Contrast" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 7/13/2024

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Old MacDonald or Afoul of Vowels

Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.

Footles for the Birds

Let the Fowls Go

Release
three geese

Fowl Abuse

I struck
my duck

Jokester Duck

Chuckling
Duckling

Crazy Bird Resort

The loon
Lagoon

Bird Mystery Novel

Who slew
Cuckoo?

The Welcomed Garden Bird

Again . . .
the wren!

Did you get enough to Drink?

Say when,
Gray wren

Most Revered Ones

Pharaoh’s
Sparrows

Bird Gazette Headline

Blind Larks
find parks

Bird Acquaintances

She knows
three crows

SPRING BABY DUCKS

Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee
Baby ducks welcome their Spring-endowed worth
Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth
Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee.

Cheerful in their sunny color delight
Ducklings quack --- inviting attention gain
As they wobble gladly, devoid of strain
Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight.

As water fowls of playful swimming zest
They now showcase their aquatic tactic
Boasting duck-technique, indeed fantastic
Designed by God* with His creative best.

*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

I Dreamt

I dreamt of blue birds
and buzzing bumble bees.
I roamed with the bison herds,
prayed with mantis on our knees,
and butterflies in the breeze.

I greeted the cheery chickadees,
dragonflies, and snowy owls.
I marveled at graceful manatees.
raucous sounds of guinea fowls,
and warblers’ velvet vowels.

I raved at ravens
dancing on a fertile field.
Mice sought havens,
safe shelters that red ants build
in hopes from spiders to shield.

I spotted rain-drenched
autumn leaves in tapestries,
their beauty strangely entrenched.
Purple hues imbued in varying degrees,
of gladiolas and sweet peas.

So many perfect pleasures,
many another than these.
All of God’s treasures,
created with love to please,
arranged to calm my world with ease.

Silent Scenes

The calm, composed Coconut Beach of Cambodia
Or the Galápagos Islands of sublime sereneness
Boats of quietude sail through the seas of Utopia.
Stream, brook, sunrise, sunset—nature's flowery floridness

The breathing of butterflies and the blooming of blossoms
Confessions of Cherubic Caves and Covenants of Clouds
Desert islands and deserted monumental chasms
Fancies of farms, fields, forests, fishes, flocking feathered fowls

Monasteries and museums in meditation moods
Readings of reeds, restings of reptiles, river reflections
Slow snake-skates, snowfalls, stargazing space-spa solitudes
Turtles and tortoises, all underwater attractions.

Sacrosanct silent scenes share stories splendid and sublime.
Like millions of melodies, within soul cells they always chime.

Winter 24

Unlike a long and sunny summer day,
Children are not prone to come out and play.
We don't hear the birds singing and having their say.
Crops have been harvested and growers have done their best.
Farmlands are reclining and machinery has been put to rest.
Unless there's a storm, things are programmed to release their stress.
The chill is on, the thrills are subdued, and much of nature is hibernating.
Except for evergreens, trees and vegetation seem to be grieving. Since
The wake of Fall, fowls and butterflies have been leaving. Winds, ice, snow,
and broken power lines are sending many to the slow lane because Winter has
spoken and released her troops of pain. No, it's no secret that Winter, like
every season, compels all creatures both mild and wild to change.

Holiday Season

Pets are busy! Fowls are busy!
Bubbly Bunny, Classy Coney!
Go in a hurry, jump in a scurry!

Modest and merrier Moby
Decent and dandyish Duffy
Baking pastry, lovely candy

Adding honey, made it tasty
Turned sticky, frosted heavily 
Juicy! Choosy! Dainty! Yummy!

Master Mickey, Kooky Kitty
Made the kitchenette fussy
Looking busy but not hasty

What's it all for? There's a reason
Remember, it's a holiday season!

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