Long Birdseed Poems

When Dragon communed with nature, all the pigeons came home with him.
And from our daily feeding of wild birdseed, they decided to take their fill.
Unfortunately, they did discover, they liked it, a little bit, way...

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The hawk flies high upon the sky his dinner there to seek.
      His home the woods along the river- now subdivisions complete.
      But he’s not...

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Dragon was watching the nature channel, and decided that… 
Communing with nature, is where, IT must really… be at!
He wanted to know: What nature is. What part is he? Is he more than that?
You’d think...

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birds gather at the feeder, hovering,
near the sunflower seeds,
tap, tap, tap against the windowsill,
where a feeder is attached, 
filled by hopeful hearts who linger,
at the window, 
relishing the wonder of these flying whispers,
sighing in the...

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I’d mowed me lawn and chopped the wood, I’d even done some weeding,
And when I told the ‘missus’, she said, “Oh gosh my heart is bleeding”.
‘Okay then’ I sort of thought, her smart remark needs...

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Consider the (Dreaming) Birds

By Mark D. Stucky
Jesus told us to consider the birds of the air.
I have pondered parakeets (budgies) in a cage
routinely performing what seems impossible.
No, not flying. (They fly rather poorly.)
It’s the posture...

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I got up this morning with the sun,
Knowing that this day would soon be done.
But I had a few things to do in between,
Like feed the birds, the squirrels, and chipmunks thru the screen.

I have...

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May is my happy month, for she is my birth month 
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive...

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We have a bird feeder on our porch we fill with bird seed every day
We love to watch the different birds visit…the cardinals, the wrens…the jays

But every time we fill the feeder we painfully become...

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We love feeding and watching the birds which is why in the mountains when we’re there
if you visit us there’s a good chance you’ll see bird feeders everywhere.

It seems like such an easy task..fill the...

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Daybreak 2
                 Frank Halliwell
At first light every morning 
And before  dusk  every night,
All looking for a handout,
And...

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They might be dirty birdies… but of course I love them so.
Even with the birdseed scatters far across the floor.
But I doubt they’re really dirty since they crowd my birdbath so.
And with the drought outside...

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Day 1:
It’s early and I need my fix, berries or seed
I will fly next door but must watch for the monster
He is fluffy and orange and has claws, he tried to chase me
I will mock...

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HOW TO ADVOID THE WINTER BLUES
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a glorious sunny winters day!
so baltic cold indoors I stay.
on my south facing living room wall
a lively midday Chrismas ball
shadows dancing in the sun,
my ivy leaves all having fun.
a shadow...

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Some humour for the day. The seagulls treat me like I'm here to feed them, even though I use tiny birdseed to feed the little birdies that visit my garden. The seagulls are relentless and...

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Give Me Wings

Don’t weep or cry for me;
When my journey has come to it’s end.
Don’t call out my name in sorrow;
Just sing a song to the wind.

Don’t remember me with only sadness;
As if all I...

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Today my husband and I decided to clean out the car, together.
Only I thought I was doing it alone, until he came out.
Okay, I quit, I said, knowing what happens when he gets in my...

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My northern backyard is very private in my hometown of Bellingham, Washington state…well, I’m technically in the county, across the street from the city, but that is another poem…I’m lucky because I can’t see any...

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Such a contest!! .... what a rivalry!!
Who will win?  Its a cliff hanger ...

Slowly Squirrel comes to ground,
tail flicking up and down
than off he (or is it she?)
scurries to a box in the yard
that...

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My shoes have been all around today
Let me call them Dorothy since I live in Kansas.
Dorothy has been sitting on the porch
While I wrote poetry
Just inches from where the raccoon mafia
Left the dead cat last...

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My Pantry

I have a kitchen pantry,
Narrow though it is,
Still contains some sterno,
For the millennium’s world’s end.

I’ll not tell you how long ago
Its contents got organized,
And the blue shelf liner, wrinkled now,
Would have won a magazine...

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Everyone knew her as Lady Summerworth,
A title she had assumed from mother earth.
She was rich, did what she liked, spoke to no one.
She'd have her breakfast and left when she was done.
Then she would walk...

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Winter swirls upon ice crystal skies,
snowflake pirouettes tickle your lashes
as we walk hand in hand, rosy red cheeks
frame a perfect smile, your eyes twinkle
and my heart melts

Footprints decorate this path we stroll
through sculpted drifts of...

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A trail of birdseed lies near a birdbath in my yard
Little friends of every kind have come for the reward
Not only are the birds singing… yes, you guessed, it’s true…
Now their friends of every kind...

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There sits birdseed in a box
which used to have a plant growing in it.
A planterbox full of birdseed
brings lots of little Birds morning and eve.
They fall from the sky.
They make a big mess.

Occasionally, Squirrel visits.
His...

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