Long Starling Poems

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes...

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I was going to be late to work again, as it was one of those days,
When one small mishap after another, made for way too many delays.

Lateness had become a genuine problem, to a person...

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For years I was a trained gymnast, and I'd competed in the Olympics,
Before my leg was injured in a car accident, among fate's cruel tricks.

I had photographs and memories, of my glory days on the...

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 On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
a starling on a juniper tree.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two briny shrimp
and a starling on...

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Doctor Fell taught at University Park, like stars gather for enlightenment;
And was stern, diligent and upright, like pink cactus bloom environments.

He was dedicated to his striving students, although strict about lessons;
And there were penalties for...

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Foundation.

With the considerable rise of AI software on all social media and business platforms, will humanity lose its creative edge?

Will you be tempted to do so?

Title:
Be You 

(A lone voice whispers)

Be You
Forgo assimilation

And try to...

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Here I stand. Early so that its dark enough to see the pretty yellow/white shining bright from car headlights – unblinking eyes; watching, waiting, worried. Drawing ever nearer. Complemented by the burning red from the...

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One day I noticed a starling had flown into the shop and was trapped there. It could not see how to fly back outside. Every time I tried to approach the bird to capture it...

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Another haunted night, I watch 
raindrops fall from consolatory words,
track each plane flying south, and 
I think of you.
My lungs empty a lonely sigh…
I bullet a dark, heaving sky 
with my angry words as I...

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It was Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree was aglow
With fairy lights and Christmas decorations, 
Our four year old suddenly said Mommy, 
Why don’t we have snow,
Only seen pictures of Santa with lots of his elf...

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I was surfing the internet this morning…and among the stories in a world of woe…
there on the page before me…someone posted a picture of a butterfly in the snow.

And I thought as I sat there...

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Notes on this Poem
I am not a bleating liberal, nor do I wish to upset America. But when I am in England sunbathing in 75 degree temperatures, when it normally is snowing at this time...

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Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations...

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In uniform vision flight of angled 
depth and precision.

The breakfast being cooked outside 
on the roof, in a tree, on a bush with 
no emissions! 
The squeaks and bubbles and hisses - 
these sounds you...

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What have I done? 
                Left you this morning out of haste,
 love and distaste for solitude?   
...

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Rex was a pound dog
There he sat all caged
A small and tiny puppy
Waiting to be saved

He sat in his cage at night
Looking for a friend
A person he could lay with
A family to defend

Then one early...

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Fresh out fresh in *snap* 
just like that 
Regrets, worry’s, nd fear’s
Fall at the drop of a hat
MOON LIT
Hearts and weary soul
The have done the have nots, the cant waits, the "wonder what the future...

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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 sun casting
a honey glaze
over the landscape
caressing the cool morning
hues of blue
to brilliant greens
deep and rich in tone


A scent of earthy musk
filling my lungs - 
my chest heaving for
the pleasing effects
that grace such beauty
this mid-August...

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BEAUTIFUL SADNESS

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows
brown and sear.”   William C. Bryant

Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No...

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No-one can write a song that solves it all,
except for me, cause I'm the black prince.
Maw yawns and we're posed to fall
teeth gnash and we'll all be minced.

They ain't won the war,
it ain't hardly begun,
but...

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I give you time, that white wizard,
Noble and eternal in its incomprehensible march of seasons,
Not just any time, but time to triumph, to laugh, to ascend,
Time cut from the magic hourglass to savor the endless...

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It was a day of gray windy spins and rolls
 howling through the mighty naked oaks
where cold and rain fell to ice laden shiverings
 and a wall of white stormed in
to pierce the air and...

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Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size

It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes...

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she sits under a weeping willow and sways

turns to the wind for advice and hears thunder

tunes in to rainfall lightening and her heartbeat

stumbles and stutters for she is one in suspense


valves in her mind leak...

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