Long Grackle Poems

I can't
Now that that name 
Has dominated my life,
An evensong with
Everlasting lyric
That at times when I may
Be still
I can recite through memory.
It is yet still new to me.
So many are the fresh syllables
That lay undiscovered...

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Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...

Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle

of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos 
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither...

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I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun...

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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.

Listen with the ears of your...

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Some feathered friends chirp tunes that are rather melodious,
While others belt out refrains that are downright odious!
For instance, did you ever hear such an atrocious raucous,
As when a murder of crows gather for a caucus?

Chickadees...

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Sentries of the night stand guard in perfect formation
Across the stretch of wire, like clothespins on a line
While speckled flocks of grackle stain the landscape
Spots of black against a field of brown.

As if on cue,...

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Here in my suburban acre of Ohio;
I feel the generations,
the hungarians, the irish and germans,
the dutch, the blacks, the shawnee.
We are not a melting pot,
we are birds and critters brought here
by wild, wild winds.
I am...

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Here in my rented acre of Ohio;
I feel the generations,
the hungarians, the irish and germans,
the dutch, the blacks, the shawnee.
We are not a melting pot,
we are birds and critters brought here
by wild, wild winds. 
I...

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In a nearby weeping willow tree
A visitor is perched upon a bough
Robin is singing somewhere above me
I'd never noticed the myriad variations 
Of his warbling song until now

If I sit here long enough
Who knows what...

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I am certain to move

so you may see

deeper shades of me

see me from 

shadows shades

or light rays

Blink your eyes and

I will change.

And If by chance you

position of your sight

you'd see black at a glance

in a...

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This morning it’s enough to sit by the sea
Playing my fingers across the crest of the waves
And watch the sun blossom over the tops of the trees

To simply feel the breeze whisp past my tender...

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A drifting cloud anchors itself on the hillside
 Where admiral butterflies on warm breezes glide
 Beneath a sky of azure where meadows abide
 There are bird songs afloat, on winds they hitch a ride

 ...

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We wait for tickets on a bench, 
Free Shakespeare time, in Central Park.
The local sparrows hope to wrench
Some crumbs, so they are on their mark.

The word gets out and so they flock,
A grackle sometimes squeezing...

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Give a pigeon just a smidgen
And his friends will flock to share
While each sparrow’s focus narrows,
Wond’ring if it’s worth the dare.

Soon a robin may come bobbin’
Though he’s just consumed a worm
Which the grackle tried to...

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Coming from within a rising hedge
   Of voluptuous white oleander –
I sensed a turmoil; one writhe
   Seduced better than before

And within the naked boughs
   Of some palo verde –...

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