Long Macaws Poems

It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that...

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Fred’s feeding his neighbour’s pet parrot,
He replaced its water with claret,
Poll dropped off her perch
Now Fred’s in the lurch
and claiming it choked on raw carrot

Big trouble is looming for Fred
As Polly is very much dead
The...

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Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe 2)!

Caribou & Camels; *Cavies & a *Coot; Cottontails, Chipmunks, Chinchillas...

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"Lemonade"
 


Agency sent me to 
the territory of 
Lemonade dreams
where secret rendezvous
were disjointed 
and criminally spent 
shooting the cool breeze
she blew hot and cold 
covertly coquettish 
while they waited for 
absent common sense
to repent in...

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I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.

Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.

My ardor for vindication
has been abandoned.
I presently refrain from accepting
the consultation of 
umbrous...

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no bands formed, no marshal led
this was a unique parade for birds instead
all dressed up in their colorful wardrobe
proudly representing their native abode

the great snowy egret so staunch and prim
was calling the flocks that were...

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Secretly, I watch the neighbors, 
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to...

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I was walking into a garden 
That resembles the Eden.
With flowers and fruits 
hanging by the grooves.
I looked to my right,
a pond with ducks hanging by the side.
They wiggled around their huts,
eating fish and sitting in the...

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The sun drenchs and heat soaks the air.
It throbbs with fumes.
The drivers of the three wheeled, canvas covered
taxi’s curse, beep, and press
their way between motor cycles
with garishly clad riders.

Males in western-style helmets 
drive women, dressed...

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The macaws are singing for you in the rain,
Your lover is kissing you again.
What's all his kisses worth
If he breaks your heart and flirt?
Love is like a lost memory on the pages of the sea,
If...

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I am getting older now and live alone but for the company of a blue and gold macaw named Sweetheart who inspired me to write the poem 'The Box' for her birthday.

I raised this happy...

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What Makes Poets Grow?


Dearest Poet flowers, in the snow.
I query, who helps you in poetry to grow?

Any, poet fresh, as the first Spring rain.
Who praises you, yet have nothing to gain.

They will never pretend they...

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"BIRDS OF  THE  AMAZON – 

Below  the  canopy  of trees, 
who  seek the  secrets  of the  sky 
A  paradise  of  colour ,
a world...

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when fortunate enough to be living
in a peaceful area
where the mornings arrive like Grieg’s
in Peer Gynt,
the little bird, the smartest in line
just after the caw caw cawwing crows,
the jeering jays & the mimicking macaws,
s/he makes...

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Winding past sand dunes
like shapes of a cratered moon,
the river moves and ibis stand
on stick thin legs in the grand
flow of the Nile.

Mississippi muds ooze through
headwaters overflow
down to the shrimp bayou.

Macaws call in misty dawn
awakening...

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On the museum walls, a many hued color explosion,
As in varicolored gardens where beauty is spoken,
Or emerald forests where strange wildness thrives,
Scarlet macaws, blue frogs and orchid bee hives!

On nameless city streets, a steady fashion...

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I've rented a room with a view
  of a freshwater lake with a hue
    Nature's deepest sparkling blue …

I've rented a room with a view
  of a garden with every...

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Unharnessed footfalls meld with bike ricksaws
as antiquated oil belching buses roar.
Limo drivers bull their way door to door 
to the sound of dangling baskets of macaws. 
Hawkers shriek their wares without pause, 
such is the...

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