Long Jackdaw Poems

Ted the Tortoise told his wife he’ll nip around the block
She said if you nipped anywhere it would be quite a shock
He said I’ve got a skateboard with a power-pack on board
It’s not the latest...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president penis (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy...

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He heard the crows, 

morning-cawing-crows,

morning-language-cawing-crows. 

There was for him, 

always, uncertainty in the cawing, 

an uncertainty he couldn’t hear,

though he tried for most of his life. 

There was brotherhood, yes, brotherhood— 

an association-brotherhood, a knowing,...

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One day and one space bar later an irrational iguana put on a wetsuit and some roller skates and left the house. He met with his friends on the way who were waiting at the...

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What have you done, for you look like a perch?
On Botox you should've done some research
I won't sugarcoat it
You look very bloated
Your face is engorged, and some will besmirch

Resembling a puffer with puckered lips
I wanna...

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Maestro! I lost all the keys, all the lost keys
but I'm just a smudgy decoy, right? 
awoken after the rising superstition
awoken after the old wheelchair genocide

I was bored in this theatre marionette
as a hopeful jackdaw,...

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It’s, for me, not nature’s just one aspect or the other;
But, each creature of nature is greater than the other.
An ant moving unnoticed under any leaf or flower,
Rolling food, even under feet of animals much...

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The pricking needles of cold stars and hoarfrost 
hypnotizingly sparkling in the dense crispy air,
a half-sky pearl hallo crowns the dead mercury-liquid Moon;
violent blizzards have been finally superseded by severe frost.
Grasses are peacefully sleeping under...

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Where have they gone?

Where have all the commuters gone?
Said an old Fox nuzzling my hand.
I usually hide and sleep during the day,
Not that I’m complaining you understand.

Where have all the motor cars gone?
Thought a Hedgehog...

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Wish You Were Here

The hay bales golden, crimsons and ochre sere leaves fallen-- the caw of the Jackdaw
There was no Nightmare until after the fall, painted and swooned like a Fuseli
the clouds float in staccato...

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PARTENZA REPRESA
POETRY
-
THE BIRDS IN MY GARDEN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The birds in my garden, seasons decide.
Seasons decide. Hardened species abide,
Species abide, like sparrows, all seasons.
All seasons why? My alarm, good reasons.

A Robbin, probably more, who can tell?
More, who can...

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A dish issue is whether the verb forms a series of events containing two or three ingredients. Ingredients are often officially interesting when placed. And material such as Velcro is very very useful when balancing...

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If only we could fly like 
those that tweet or hoot
without aid of jet or 
parachute

For I sure don't like 
wings that roar
just so that they take off 
and soar

Ah to fly without diesel 
or...

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The last kiss is blown 
into the Sanskrit winds, 
passing indecipherably, 
planted on the sky. 
All that is discerned 
are emotions bared therein 
the calm of clock towers fossilised 
to claim what hurries by. 

So...

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A jackdaw is stealing
my tote bag of unused words,
a rodentlike kibitzer, a pecking dictator
of the worthiness of sounds.
If I run out of bullets now
he will take over my range,
blue-pencil my graffiti,
he will denounce me
as a...

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The jackdaw is a curious bird
	He hops and runs along,
His genial “tchak, tchak” can be heard – 
	Alas, he has no song.

Why look these corvine birds so old ?
	Jet black and hooded grey,
With beady eye...

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Birdwoman wore eagle, robin, osprey and owl.
In her hair, with a certain flair
Hummingbirds, swifts and waterfowl
Making their nest in her lovely hair

Birdwoman sported pelicans, penguins and egrets too
Wearing them proudly, none of them too loudly...

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Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling...

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A jackdaw spit in my face today.
Saliva traveled six miles away.
I grabbed him by his ridiculous throat.
Offered him as lunch to my billy goat.

That jackdaw kicked me and laughed in my face.
Believe it or not...

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Three black birds
Feeding on my lawn
Display their different characters.

Rook is king
With murderous bill,
Strutting, marking out his manor.

Comical
Jackdaw hops about –
The cheeky chimney chatterer.

Never yet
Intimidated
By the threat of advancing rook.

He quickly
Steals the stale bread crust,
Braving the...

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