Long Warbler Poems

Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the...

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FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key)

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright...

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Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby. 

I chased rose finches at dawn, and the yellow warblers come noon,
Scarlet flycatchers...

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Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter
An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench
   with the load of his cares...

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Poem for Eula Davis

October 8, 2013 at 8:39am


 
POEM FOR EULA DAVIS
 
 
A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other...

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POEM FOR EUNA DAVIS

 A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No...

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Ash Groves

“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander 
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander 
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird...

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Some forests never fear the fury of March bending a tree,
their Redwoods and Giant Sequoias provide good shelter
from winds and storms that occasionally begin at sea;
in this woodland, the wood thrush and the blue warbler
have...

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A round bright moon glowed low in the night sky throwing silver pennies onto rippling water,
A nightingale sang a beautiful haunting tune accompanied by a sedge warbler a nighttime bird,
I listened to a song thrush...

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pleasantly chilly morning - patio is inviting! walking through the narrow path close to my house, soaking sunlight...feels heart-warming after a snowy harsh winter. browned Leaves sprawling on both sides of the pathway, waiting to...

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SONG OF THE EVENING

In a lullaby song of the evening.
In the background a cricket sings, 
corellas fly past, to their resting tree
high upon silhouette wings.

Red sky widens and covers the west
with half sun glowing and...

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Unquotable quotes – V

Constant dipping wears out the hardest bone.
Out of sight, out of bind.
Too many cooks spoil the school books.
Be a cuckoo and lay your eggs at the cuckold’s next door.
When lightning strikes, the...

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I strolled along the riverfront about two months ago,
when the morning sun was rising with a hazy lemon glow.
Pelicans were yawning while the wood ducks spread their wings,
and a coot had made its presence near...

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He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!


Next door, there are heartless and crazy...

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I have walked here before sometime ago
The visions are clear and in vivid color
As if it has been only hours or so
That I was here for the first time
But I was very young then you...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Seven

The near-full Moon at night lit the lake up majestic proud
More than the fissioning Sun at noon could make out contours loud
Scurrilous exhausts tore down Her lush flanks...

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PRESENT PERFECT in SUMMER SCHOOL

CONJUGATION
I have yearned
Thou hast returned
He has departed
She has kissed faint hearted
We have voiced warm greetings
They’ve had timid meetings

The young ones the old ones
The joiners and the out-in-the-cold ones
The sad boys the...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE: 42

If you pull a long-bored acrimonious face
Looking hardly at anyone passing your way
Your sunken cheeks spiting your own face
But those bitter bitten lips will give you away

If you keep...

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Jewel  layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning  dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins 
Appalachian awning 
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s 
amber seam gore 
lentil seed pod float
upon cashmere shrub 
rainbird doleful cry
of damp...

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While gasping for air a little bubble floated by
I was at peace, knowing the end was nigh
While sitting outside a warbler landed at my feet
Looking at me curiously, hopping along the concrete
While plucking words from...

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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.

Listen with the ears of your...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eighteen

Even as the lower rubbed its dazed eyes over Her hillocks
The light-foot Lass of Lahore made her way past the boating docks
Past the Marie’s dank reedy banks over...

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But one brief moment in eternity
Was this wee warbler which You sent to me.
O, brave little bird with the cheerful tune,
Tell me: Why did you leave your nest so soon?

Trembling with a desire to fly...

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Living a quite life is better than the bustling city life,
there's no rush to catch a coffee, a cab, a bus, or train;
all noises fade out: patches of blue show a flapping Kite...
that crosses the...

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