Long Aviary Poems

PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling...

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***Stay true to who you are and never let anyone pull you from your center!***


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Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on, 
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning's sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early...

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Looking through the three-eighth gauge, at zebra's, stars and plumhead.
Listening to the expert in the trade and take in what he said.
I went home and scanned through pages of books and magazine,
perusing photographs of aviary...

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On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
A partridge in a pear tree.

I have a Bradford pear tree in
My front yard,
But what the heck is a partridge?

I think a partridge is a...

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What if the city streets rolled up, and Malthus resurrected
As the sun rose at night and stars skipped upon the sea?
What if the tales of doom were doomed, and earth opened
Like an egg and hatched...

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I sit here in the park amidst a carpet of green speckled with buttercups and daisies
A pale blue sky above ceilings my room as I close my eyes
as I open my ears to the Summer...

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have you lost your mind
not that I'm aware of
just another flat penny train wreck
let's survey the blaspheming survivors
an army of gossiping lawn trolls
have been detected in your garden
do you
a. get out of bed
b. run screaming...

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“Wind Song”




When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them 
all their 
flotsam and jetsam
leaves ferrying Black Ravens carried on

Brook babbling
listened to...

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The calls of the flocks          to this years migration
a roving community       of birds in each nation
rising and diving  ...

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He doesn't hum like the others,
just stays there at his post,
watching his feeder, waiting for the chance
to swoop again upon another
nectar-thirsty bird who dares 
to flutter a wing in the wrong direction.
In territorial defense
he's fast...

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Acrobats in the center ring
Ballerina bears on balls and bicycles
Cavalcades of clowns with calliopes 
Dancing damsels in glittery corsets and tulle skirts
Elephants parade in wrinkled suits
Fire eaters flourish flames
Giants on stilts wave ribbons and flags
High...

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I bought a bird once
a parakeet from woolworth
looking so sad in its cage
and that was the start of my aviary
as it needed company I got it a mate
a nest with eggs ensued
they hatched ugly as...

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Ah, mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree
   On a recent brutally hazy, hot and humid July summer day
Where below the gnarled roots glazed occipital nerve did not see
   Yellow-jackets minding...

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Purgatorial Perceptions

By Mark D. Stucky
In the basement, I heard fluttering sounds
coming from inside the old chimney.
Cautiously opening the clean-out trap,
I came nose-to-beak with a panicked bird.
Having fallen down the depths
of the narrow furnace flu,
it now...

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Perched on the precipice of perception,
Feathers ruffled by gusts of inspiration,
The poet-bird surveys the landscape of language.

Twigs of truth plucked from reality's branches,
Woven with the silk of imagination,
A nest of narrative takes shape.

Each word is...

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i am dying aren't I
there is no box in time
where we can keep the truth
the knowing within
always betrays our deepest wishes
the dying needs a hand to hold
strokes across the forehead
the feeling they are not alone
with...

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Each delicious breath,
Every cooling drink.
I salute your passing.

Temperatures we enjoyed,
your breezes stroked my skin,
sunlight played softly,
green fields waved salutations.
I recognize your demise.

Unfiltered sunlight on my face,
the electric drone of insects,
the melodious aviary song,
the dance of...

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Apprenticed to enamoring aviary, Love's cerebral chords to refine
To interpret the alluring tones in each, captivating line
Overhead, a snow white dove in the pure light doth shine
Innocent libido's inhibitions to illumine
On silted ground, turtle doves...

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Lasting

Your smile has lit my heart from the inside, more times than I can count.
   Your face stirs within me a twinge burrowed within my breast. Innate magic that is enlivened only in...

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More Will Rogers Philosophy
(Are all quarrels domestic ones?)

If in formation found flying over a diary
We sincerely thing you are an aviary
And if a quarrel you may try to develop
Likely a domestic around you will envelope.

When...

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Airy alcove
Sunbeams streaming;
Dusty illumination

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Nocturnal lizards
Live ceiling panorama;
Fluid feasting

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Aviary cacophony
Endless conversations;
Lost in translation

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September configures
Sunny rain and autumn moon;
Mooncake festival

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Newspaper headlines
Day after day agonising;
Missing flight enroute

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Busy feet pass
Not even a thought;
Bamboo trees hover

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Faithful feeble hands
Old couple waiting;
Bus...

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Hearth of Winds

From west to east you plumb axisal spin,

And darted on the limbs of the poles.

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.

Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,

Beckoning the threshold of...

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A blithe jaunt through the fawning meadow
Cerebral dance an eloping trance doth swallow
Glinting sun shrouds head with cherubic halo
Swirling amber blades my shorn ankles furrow
Mercurial melange of colorful flowers footsteps shadow
Chortling wind serenades through lisping...

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There's this little fragile
Betwixt the escort.
Trying to understand
Their psyche,
Their interest.
Are they really the armours
Or the aviary?
And will the dust devil arrive,
Rising from our own silhouette,
Compressing the cage of ribs
With the bludgeon?
Illusion of something erroneous,
Or may...

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