Long Birding Poems

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently...

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It had indeed promised to be a fruitful journey
For we had being brought together by a blue ferry
I had known the birding would be huge but it I will carry
So beautiful it was as we...

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Birds have started chirping
Sun is just about to set
Squirrel is squeaking as it scampers on branches of flame tree
Bees are buzzing
Crows can be heard saying caw, caw
Eagle flies with a screeching sound

Oriental magpie robins can...

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The poem requires a mind
that finds meaning, even divination, 
in language. Non-fiction, 
up to academic standards, demands
evidence. Nothing less will do.
Most of us read fiction and this
needs a taste for action, motivation.

Lately, as have you,...

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HAIKU & TWO SENRYU
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white sky... low the clouds
winter... stuck in a drift again
spring... where are you...
~~~
the bobbin dipper flies
below our secret rivers
spring... summer delight
~~~
ring ouzel... moorland
high craggy tors... upland moors
birding adventure
~~~
the avocet
fenland treasure... coastal dream
no...

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when out birding, woodpeckers are one of my favorite finds
in Kentucky, where i live there are seven different kinds

the smallest is the Downy and they seem to like my suet feeders best
I always see them...

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We are two…..

                             your hands
  ...

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Spare a minute
to know about
those perky creatures
and their special features

Lifers, twitcher, tertial and lores
are nothing but the birding terms
Introduce, birding to the children,
As that would make kids pen

Their mesmerizing melodious calls 
and the raising tunes...

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A seagull and anhinga sit
On logs next to the pier,
Perhaps preparing for a meal,
For fish are likely here.

They do a little grooming, but
They mostly seem to sit,
Though the anhinga opens up
His mouth a little bit.

As...

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A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In...

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