Long Kingfisher Poems

“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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"The Kingfisher" 

Easters
fast escape us
like every 
Christmas 
comes and goes
like a Graduation
where the parent
is excluded
and the lost 
prodigious progeny
eventually 
makes their quest
for an elusive
Holy Grail
buried under shale
or burnt ashes 
floating on air, where,
the breeze pushes...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.

The mat...

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rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane 

rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing


rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks,...

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Desire is the trickiest mistress
A strange unpredictable beast
Tickled by fancy and circumstance 
Afflicted by famine and feast
A delicate matter to master
An unruly monster to tame
Lightening flash turning wood in to ash
Fickle wind flirting with flame
The...

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Annabelle Albatross’s amazing aquatics astound audiences at Atlantic airshows.

Bill Beaver’s barrel-rolling barely bumps bobbing buoys.

Crustaceans crowd cramped coves.  Charlie Crab cowers, camouflaged creatively.

Dennis Dolphin dives deeply dragging down desirable delicacies.

Elegant electric eels electrify everything....

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I cannot bring my child into this world.

This isn't the world I was hoping for.
No. Nothing can surmount from this.
We say we work for a living.
No. We work to die.
We feast from a green hand,
Thick...

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My eyes,
you traced the beauty of nature.
The starry sky and inky ocean,
smile of winter in the heavenly garden,
dancing of waterfall on the lap of hill
and kissing of butterfly with lips of lily.
You painted the alluring...

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I wander down the forest trails
the farmer collecting the last bales
golden brown they shine in the sun
the whirr of wings as birds escape the guns

The various gleaming colours of leaves
as spiraling down they twist and...

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FUNNY ALPHABETS FOR KIDS

               A to Z, each is an alphabet 
         ...

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The Balmy Month of August

During those dog days of summer’s dream-rest,
When crops robust in days, that are hottest.
I sought to find my love peacefully asleep,
Under the shady oak tree canopy.

Luscious gladiolus witnessed my jest,
When I...

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The Kingfisher. 

                                ...

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I like to wake up in the morning at the lake,
I sleep out on the porch, on account of I hate snoring,
so I can hear the tremelo of the daddy loon calling to the babies,
and...

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We went on the Norfolk Broads
In September of 2019
Before we'd ever heard of Covid
With the globe as it's scene.

It was the first time I'd seen a kingfisher! 
It sparkled like a gem!
It zipped along the...

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is the tendency of the  reddish sunshine 
to become drenched some more 

let us hear 
what the milky-way seamed by pins 
says 

and it’s you 
how much can you be able to read 
the...

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under the bay bridge in astoria there is a 
brick building with a gnarled up old wooden door. 

something along the line of mary todds is written
 on it.

 In the doors Center is a...

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Anastasia was all too eager because the dream she dared not speak of in fear of jinxing it was finally coming true.

Back in the princess's quarters, Anastasia was adorned in Princess Layla's former wedding attire....

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Many many moons ago
leaving the porch
of a south-facing canyon,
I hiked to a place 
where the foothills
narrowed,

Where the asphalt road
ran astride the reservoir lake
into which kingfishers
dived at will,  
and Great Horned owls
hooted at passerby,

And crickets...

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"Look around and see how birds and animals disclose the secrets of self survival and display how their bodies are streamlined to excel in their art"- By Poet


In the twisting tangle of the mangrove
Where eye...

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HAIKU & TWO SENRYU
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


white sky... low the clouds
winter... stuck in a drift again
spring... where are you...
~~~
the bobbin dipper flies
below our secret rivers
spring... summer delight
~~~
ring ouzel... moorland
high craggy tors... upland moors
birding adventure
~~~
the avocet
fenland treasure... coastal dream
no...

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Villanelle : Martin-Pêcheur*, the Fisher King	

Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
   Darkless suns lighten not the skin in vain
Cry not « Help ! » « Help ! » lest you be...

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Fishing Holiday

A kingfisher sitting on the old harbour wall
Listening to the geese from the mud flats call
I'm here for some sea fishing until after the thaw
Braced against the north wind so cold and raw

No Kamikaze...

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Breeze in my face, I no not my destination,
Walking only where my feet will take me.
A frown creases my brow in concentration,
In the hope I may see things more clearly.

The soft lush grass underfoot stretches...

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This feathered comedian 
sits perched on a suburban fence
scanning for what crawls the ground
or pokes a careless head up to break
the surface of a backyard pond,
stropps its beak to clean off
the leftovers from its last...

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