Long Passerine Poems

“The Apocrypha of Familiars” 

Wings hover 
light luminescent
revelling sprites dark pearls
Corvidae shades
of a family 

highly functioning
dysfunctional plural
morphing unobserved
perceived non-unique 
spiralling into shape

more black and grey
than white spills 
from their eyes
light from their shining 
hidden away

intelligence...

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"Just live a little, Hawaiian style!" Quote by Hawaiian Style Band.

On the first day of Christmas, my tutu gave to me,
-- (and...) a-*Ne-ne-Goose-un-der-a-gua-va-tree.
(guava fruits are the best part of their diet--trust me)

On the second day...

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When I  was a young boy

                    I used to watch with awe

   ...

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Poetic Verses, Words Composed, To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky...

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Words To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky shade thy duskier...

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In the southern parts of Africa
You can hear me singing my song
A member of the finch family
Maybe the smallest one




I’m a small passerine bird
Such a tiny, tiny, thing
Like the colour of the sun
Bright shining from...

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Sumptuous feasts enchanted float on by,
as I peer into an opulent expanse,
garnet clad entrance aglow,
imagine august beauty at its mise en scène peak,
ingress to celestial nirvana’s Laurel-ridden charm,
iridescent veil of cirrus nebula,
window blind ephemeral in...

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...To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe

Ruff lee, e'er since
     aye waz za lil whippersnapper
     watt wit dis awful temper, yet
     obedient to a pooch...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-JIpjexp7s&t=19s


Amongst the lilacs and the breathy spill of spring 
lives a bird of hope that is longingly waiting to sing 
he's a passerine of color rich and bright , a nestling,  
a feathered friend,...

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His eyes
bore into mine
they send a signal
S.O.S.
help me
I’m in for it
No escape
Those eyes melt
I melt
I’m undone
The sheet, like a billow,
the wind rises
under its skirt
Us ladies, don’t wear
them much
anymore
Us ladies…it’s just me
and his morsel eyes
those immortals
those...

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Have you ever, wandered into, a sequestered meadow
Surrounded by trees and mountains
Where the passerine song birds, sang songs with no words
Indian paintbrushes, rose up, like red fountains
The orange day lilies, and butterfly weeds
Danced, with the...

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Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades on ghostly winds with mystical wings of fate.

Poised to plummet...

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Am I god's breath

Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees

of Erebus and Nyx

Impish...

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Pigeon Man Frank,
buried underneath the
morning fog coddling the
fractured arteries of
urban sprawl
which mill humanity
against civilization's grindstone

Pigeon Man Frank,
bears wounds of scorn
as a foul wraith that
dredges along the
peripheries of civil society, 
Lo! the herpes sore
squatting on the
public's...

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The pixie of the thicket, the Wren, that wee russet bird, bodly flittered forth with a staccato rhthym of wing beats.  It flittered forth from dense garden thicket and proceeded to proclaim ire at...

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An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high 
And in the morning breeze it softly sings

Red Indian paintbrushes are in...

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In the tree by my house, 
Lived, a black rumped flameback, with its spouse.
Their oscine songs and undulating flight were my daily delight.

Oh! Today it was flicking the rear-view mirror of my car,
May be, it...

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A MYNAH BIRD CONFESSES

“Bonjour”
  “Hello”
      “Aloha”
I speak in many tongues,
this intelligent passerine.

“Shh, don’t let on
    but I’ve seen the neighborhood burglar.
     ...

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RAVENous

Wickedly,
dressed in black satin,
corseted with passerine-ego —
she dares
the dawn to interrupt her feast,
afterall, SHE is the Queen!
beheading of the smallest of things,
the nibble of opportunity.

Vast is she, the moonlit sentinel,
fearsome in flight as her ebony...

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Cousins in flight
The skies their place
Black and grey plumage
With a different face
 
This genus Corvus
The colour of night
Passerine order
A wonderful sight
 
A pest to many
Nuisance to lambs
Natural progression 
In natures plans
 
As we roamed the...

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If i was a Rook, a Raven or Crow
With tattered wings in thermal flow

In murder fly we soar with the streams
Being a creature of nature a living dream

A delight to many, to farmers a pest
Culled,...

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