Long Avian Poems
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There's a flock of squabbling gulls
perched on a garden shed roof,
twenty or so vying for space on that limited space.
Every few moments one gull will dethrone another.
The displaced gull will circle above the shed,
then dive down,
to loudly eject another avian squatter.
Is this a war game?
I recall, as kids
we would play King of the Castle.
It was always such raucous fun
until a fight between us boys broke out.
Bloody noses and boxed ears
were our own kind of war play.
The gulls ruffle a few feathers,
yet sharp beaks are ever ready
to strike.
Rehearsing a laughing violence
while plotting to murder a phantom king
is not only a human game.
The wind chill is a devilish 15 below today.
You have no feathers nor fat on your bony feet.
They must be cold, holding tight to the railing.
For some reason, you decided to stay behind.
Didn't follow the flock to warmer skies.
Maybe your instincts are not refined enough.
Maybe you're an autistic avian, didn't socially cut it.
Maybe you've been shunned by the blush.
Didn't have the right touch to find a mate.
Didn't put enough wigglers on the plate.
Maybe there's a new crimp or crick in your DNA.
The reason you sit in a bowl of ice today.
Maybe you think I'm a freak with polyester feathers and rubber feet.
Blue Jay
I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm,
And unwittingly, caused the neck
To retract the mere measure as had
Raised the hand.
Lowering the foundling, the head rose.
Really? I continued. Down, up;
Extend, retract, eyes fixed
Always at the horizon.
Was it the avian gyroscope
Tacking as if to turbulence,
Or since motion can betray
Location - best feign frozen?
(Once they mused about millennia hence
But scarcely would’ve thought that whence
The confluence of Saurian and Simian roar
Could ever have writ so poorly a score
As has devolved to: cheep; rap nonsense)
I shall call you Icarus for impetuousness
Has got you to ground; like your hapless
Namesake, he from tempting high C,
You, before finding your key.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2018
In primeval forest, earth’s secrets deep lie,
wind whispers soft midst trees hundreds of years old,
as together they praise ancient Gods on high.
With dawn’s first light, avian chorus unfolds
till fractured by din of a chainsaw’s shrill whine
announcing the pillage of nature’s last hold.
From dawn of time, did man and nature entwine
in ageless dance to maintain a fragile balance
yet with man ascendant must nature decline?
Tear not the fabric of earth’s fragile valance
to loose a future of fire, flood and bust
ending with nothing but entropy’s silence.
As round us consecrated soil turns to dust
and machines once mighty waste away to rust.
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2/6/2021
2/16/2021 - mea culpa In my "Tera Rima sonnet" the second line of the fourth couplet did not rhyme with the couplet which followed giving a rhyme scheme of aba bcb cdc ded ff rather than aba bcb cdc ded ee. This has been corrected in the last edit.
sun peeks over the mountain
floods the valley
red, orange, pink
streams
slip through
cracked blinds
to kiss your skin
smooth sweet scent
of morning
frosts you
like a cupcake
an avian chorus
does not drown
crescendos of pleasure
flying high above
the growling diesel
rumbling through
stirring up life
in the valley
rising high
the sun
rains
promises
landing like butterflies
on leaves, rocks, roofs
and your cheek
breathe the morning
bathe in its light
cuddle in its kisses
its warmth
draped over you
joy radiates
from within
feel its fullness
its love
let it take
your darkness
the air tickles soft and soothing
while the sun slips in
and overwhelms you
to rouse you
from whatever
pummeling
promising only
another
pummeling
yet it's morning kiss
lands so sweetly
you greet gladly
the intruding light
life is fraught with
rising and falling
jostling to survive
and at the end of the day
you succumb
lying down
in full surrender
trusting fresh new light
to restore you
again and again
it sets
and rises
painting the world
with fiery beauty
spreading over mountains
flooding valleys
slipping through cracked blinds
to touch you
to tickle you awake
with a kiss
good morning, love
I stand looking eastward, in the piccaninny dawn
I stand up straight, have a stretch, give out a hearty yawn
I am waiting for the sunrise, one of those times of day
When the beauty of this Place we live, comes with its own display
The horizon slowly brightens, as the Earth revolves
The sun appears to move around, as the dark dissolves
The rays start to stream vertical, the herald of the sun
Then the first part of the orb, a new day has begun
I watch enthralled as colours change, atmosphere in control
It is not long before the sun, is magnificently whole
The shadows they stretch out so far, hard to see the end
They blend into the distant shapes, Goosebumps they can send
As they are growing shorter, and daylight in command
Sunrise has gone for another day, Gods raucous, avian band
Plays all the different bird calls, is not sunrise grand?
All I can do is watch in wonder, was it really planned
As it makes its way across the sky, the Sun sees all the Earth
I think about the miracle, for what my thought is worth
The eons in the past gone by, no doubt the same to come
Just the passing of such time, it makes my brain quite numb
It moves toward its setting point, more beauty to behold
The colours they will vary, but with overwhelming gold
The reds they will be deeper, as the sun sinks in the west
Hard to say which one I think, sunrise or sunset best
As the orb sinks lower, shadows lengthen once again
But this time it's getting darker, daylight is on the wane
We'll have to wait till morning, once more to see it rise
Until dusk we can enjoy, the colour lows and highs
Before the moon gives reign to the ruling sun, I'm awaked by the crooning of a lover. Not for me does he sing, for he seeks a mate. It's those tranquil moments I treasure, when through my open my window I hear his voice. Sweet love songs in the silence before the waking of dawn beguile me as the world still dreams in slumber. I'm filled with inner peace and a sense of hope. While listening to his dulcet tune, sometimes I pretend his songs are for me. If I had wings I would answer his call with a melody of my own.
avian crooning
lavender sky of morning ~
melodies at dawn
February 24, 2023
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Elder jays roam the tainted winds in herds,
Alighting upstream like most holy birds
Into the threshold of an inky night,
And journey forth with brave rafters, onwards
For lofty a view, their sweet rest’s delight.
Although clouds withdraw from a hued backdrop
This avian route, dismal, nary a flop
Under bloodstained gust surviving a dodge;
Before piteous age taints life , non-stop
With hopes to reach their own destiny’s lodge.
Yet, the valiant flock abandons a cry
Invoking hymns droning a lullaby
Through morn hours, the conception of new birth
Sends angel wings on gates of heaven’s sky…
Enshrining old jays’ flight with endless mirth!
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Rhyme Time With 5 Contest: For Laura Loo
10/6/2017
Checked via howmanysyllables.com, rhymezone.com
They flow out of a pocket of sky,
a door in the air no one saw
until dark wings shower
over our heads.
Their plumage has a metallic sheen,
as if they were made in parts,
in some elvish workshop, their wings
hammered on last.
Wings that talk to other wings,
for no starling is a starling alone;
it is ten thousand starling clones
welded into flocks of feathers.
They descend where they please.
a road, a lawn, a parking lot,
they descend, and where they land
that is their land, their acre of lordship.
See them strut like dinosaurs,
eyes as black as an eclipse.
See them stab the light, push it away
until all that litters the ground
is prey.
Owl, eagle and hawk fear to
draw near, for the flock is here,
and it will leave when it wants to.
We avoid the pecking mob,
hurry by, look away,
as another swarm of avian androids
stakes its claim upon the earth.
Jets and planes have conquered the sky
Just like us, fly over the deep blue ocean
They have copied us, use avian highways
But, why are the singles unable to fly?
They have made mechanical giants
Which will carry many of them.
A pilot navigates the way
They will sit in comfort
Happily drinking champagne
Once a pilot asked me, what's your Avian secret?
Our eyes are large for a sharp eyesight
In air and water, we see well.
Tube shaped nose enhances smell
Hooked bill is for gripping the fish while flying
The feet at the back,propel us from behind when diving
Narrow wings regulate, turbulence while flying
The thickly dense plumage is for insulation
The long wingspans produce aerodynamic lift
We can read the sun and stars
Parents teach us navigation skills
Instincts, landmarks, all these help
If you want to fly, this is all, I could say
Now that we know each other well
I have an important thing to tell
As you know friend, over the time we have evolved well.
Natural problems, predators and storms are manageable
Human threats like power lines and hunters are the worst of all
Destroyed habitats, changed environments, make it unbearable
Turtle dove and many other sea birds now face extinction
Please be kind. Save our migrants without restriction