Long Chickadee Poems

These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. 

as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch

yesterday i dreamed of us again,
when
the air, like honey,
trickled through cushioning grasses,
softly flowing,...

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Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (I)



Flight
by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as hummingbird wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...



Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching...

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Look, there's a white line, dead center of this empty road
Wow, that sun is hot out here...
and here I am sitting on the edge of this blacktop world
waiting for a tow .......crying out loud......why, Lord,...

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It’s a pleasure to walk out on a Winter’s day,
When the cold air bites, and deep snow’s here to stay!
To hear the wind howling through the bare trees,
Perhaps hear the sound of a chickadee sneeze!
But...

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Bear and the Birds

Vernal equinox comes shining.
Hungry wolves in forest whining.
Mighty bear awakens growling,
time to go on sky’s great prowling.

Chickadee feels night-time falling,
“feed me food” from stomach calling.
Mother bear up sky comes climbing,
fatty flesh with...

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This sole jeering, albeit grace
full soulful foo fighting - base
sic primate approaching - at a pace
faster than prefer 
     hubble even lace
sing electric shoes to 
     evade...

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In the mountains it’s our tradition to delay our morning walk
so we can listen to the morning choir that begins promptly at six-o’clock.

Yes, at six-o’clock every morning without uttering a word
as the dawn breaks over...

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Before the sun is fully up
Beside the window with my cup
I watch them come on silent wings
Those wild, beautiful, little things.
Each day they visit more and more
The feeder by my cabin door

Small clans of tiny...

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We    have been cheated
         of watching     the mist   on the mountains
of the      ...

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Season providing greater work-fulfillment, Spring ushers toward
opportunities for creativity wonders, opens outdoor exercise 
routines; indeed allowing natural Vitamin D basking, midst health 
and wellness’ fortification.  
bright morning delights
body vibrantly active
blissful commencements

Surely a tranquil period...

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We have this cute little bird house we keep on our patio
We didn’t know who would use it, perhaps a chickadee or a crow

It’s too small for a pelican or an eagle to make a...

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She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace

She...

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(ah miss bing amiss with former mistress)

Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee) 
     years elapsed since, I didst hawk 
     verboten fruit adrip
from yar verdant bough,  
...

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No lentil beans before bedtime unless...
(alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence)

Ya wanna count bajillion sheep,
but tween gluteus maximus powerful
natural gas explosions during sleep
(ass suspected source) – courtesy missus
she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap

sinister been off...

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Born of smoke and fire glow
In those blazing summers of long ago
Little mountaintop pagodas
Wooden cabs with cute cupolas
Guardians of the grand Sequoia
Douglas fir and ponderosa

Where vigil kept with eagle eyes
Spotted smokes of wildland fires
Called the...

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I would love to just fly away
when this life's journey is hard to accept
when the dark cloak I wear is too heavy
oh, so heavy
to be in stillness and dream my deep fantasy
I am falling deeply
feeling...

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I was born in May, my nest was in a hole of an old tree.  Mother had made
the nest warm and cozy with hair, fur, and dead leaves.  I often wondered
where she got...

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If I am not here to see
Let him in, my little chickadee
If the bell rings twice it’s a pair
Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair

If I don’t hear this little bird
He’ll fly away, not leaving...

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(In late June, 1914, Austria declared war
on Serbia, thus initiating the First World War.
In Paris, this was ignored, because Henriette
Callaux had been found Not Guilty.  De
minimis non curat lex = "the law does not
extend...

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Rain falls outside my window so softly,
the grass, flowers and trees need it awfully,
and I sit drinking tea listening calmly.
   Drip, drop and wind chimes whisper,
      and wind...

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There once was a woman named aptly Snappy T.
Happy,  tappy and zappy as a rappy dappy  me.
Diligent and hardworking as a slappy bumblebee.
The envy of most, also proud owner of a nappy chickadee.

Friends...

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Urban jungle roosters,
born-again scarecrow,
to untutored city eyes,
tawny pipit stonewall  nester,
jet black Inca dove bereft,
of dovetail on a croque monsieur,
idle bone grub crawl,
mother hen to sandy brown,
and velvet bill gazer,
from an nearby creak,
recent rural migrant...

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You come in such humongous flocks
to lunch at my well stocked seed box.
You stay until each grain is gone,
call in the troops and journey on.
Why are you such a greedy fellow,
black-bird with wings of red...

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During an early morning walk in silence 
you hear the wind as it whispers to the trees…
You hear the synchronized rhythm of the crickets…
their percussion floating on the breeze.

In the darkness as you walk…
you watch...

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Anniversary Poem-Things Not Missed

On this our anniversary
I just could not forget to thank you 
for the things not missed
since you and I have met.
I would have missed the setting sun
With you there by my side.
I...

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