Long Goldfinch Poems

Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man,"
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Unlike natural humane organisms,
like toad
and squirrel
and goldfinch bodies and brains,

Spiritual humane organisms,
like toad
and squirrel
and goldfinch matters and minds,
remain unchanged
by my perception
reception of them v us
as separate,
even laughably autonomous spirits
rather than One EarthTribe Holonic Laughing Spirit

Of...

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Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...

Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy 
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly...

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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers

of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North...

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Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes, 
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and...

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"Showers and sunshine slowly bring the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back."
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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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We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we’re kissing the Earth with our feet.

At home we walk to the ocean…at...

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“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh

Yellow

Yellow is
     a painted curb or lines upon a street,
       a sign of caution...

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The finch dances merry, weaving feathers into music
That spills from overeager beaks and drips light onto slick wings 
Which beat in time with the song, fluttering, flittering, 
Finding life in the sky and where the...

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If I was your man and you my woman
I will be a caring, loyal and faithful man
And will love you with all my heart, mind and body
I will shower your life with joy and happiness
And...

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Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
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SENRYU MICRO ANTHOLOGY

the magical sky
solar powered... atmosphere
belies pollution

four seasons... fickled
nature begging... don't pollute...
provokes extinctions

our earth... self-seeded
conjecture... fact... or fiction...
nature holds the key...

beautiful all life...
yet we are self-destructing...
too late to debate...

cloud cuckoo land... dreams
introduced then ratified
by...

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I was trudging home around one o' clock
and on the frosted grass, I spotted
a goldfinch shivering and slowly warbling:
he had strayed from his nest and couldn't find
his way back home, I breathed on him and...

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SPRING NOTES

          I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird
     or the rising of the sun on a...

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A bird is visiting my yard
One that I have never seen before
Eating from the ground so vigorously
Pecking like a Sandpiper or a Woodpecker

That pecks on a tree
Looks like a Woodpecker
But not exactly and there are...

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If keen a goldfinch knits, loops and entwines
through hawthorn, urgent instinct loosens free. 
It's bright with flash that crimson blaze enshrines;
as summer scorches red, it could be me
when lying prone on beach or under tree,
in...

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the human race
how many subspecies
do you know

orange sunsets
they were once all red
the status quo

housemartins... late
nesting on a window pane
swallows in the porch

dunnock feeding
on suet balls for the tits
goldfinch on niger

smooth newts... fifty plus
til the lawned...

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As sentient beings, we take our nourishment

From a river of feelings flowing throughout our landscapes.

It flows through our senses, taking form in morning goldfinch songs, 

Or distant church bells ringing, overwhelming us with the laughter...

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As I sit on the bench, watching nature's lively moments,
The Tufted Titmouse, Chickadee and Nuthatch look at me
Their small beady eyes are staring in the air
The Robin bounce near the Mourning Dove on the lawn
I...

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Birds are in conflict with man's technology
It's an epic collision for ornithology
To these noble creatures we owe an apology

We hear bird language, we hear their song
Marveling at the music, we mimic along
Birds on earth are...

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Sunday afternoon
On a bench in the park
Friendly breeze
Moderating September heat.
She been to church
But it was nothing
Except people and practice.
God was almost silent.
Not the same
With Lloyd gone
He used to sing
Big and bold
With the tenors
And she sittin
Across...

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My happy butterflies

Bright yellow wings, scalloped in velvety back, are fluttering 
In the mellow morning air,
Dancing in happy search of nectar on a purple, 
sweet scented clover bud.
Joined by his mate, equally wondersome decorated.
They greet...

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I am in a writing mood
But someone wants me to fix some food

I had a line that I hadn't forgot
Someone wanted me to check the clock

I love these moods when words just flow
Someone stepped on...

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My darling sweet, wake to me!
A beautiful melody
is your morning treat.
Wake and hear the euphony
coming from a leafy tree.
Look, my darling sweet,
and a goldfinch you will see.
In his trill is poetry
sounding joy replete.

Hasten to your...

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