Loons Poems

Yodeling Loons

A giant red moon appears. 
every twenty-seven years
during the month of June
Over blue lakes and shallow lagoons 
Over faithful flocks of yodeling loons 
Over the peaceful shores and white dunes
Across the Cameroons 
You can hear the tune of the yodeling loon. 
every twenty-seven years under the giant red moon.

Categories: loons, beach, beauty, dream, environment,
Form: Free verse

Loons and the Moon

Loons and the Moon

still silver waters
 waters where the moon’s face glows ~
moon in silhouette

two loons come calling
 calling out to soft moonbeams ~
weaves silver ribbons 

loons and moon singing 
 singing a haunting concert ~
alabaster song


6/3/20

Categories: loons, bird, moon, night, song,
Form: Haiku

For the Drunks and the Loons, Extended

He spent his nights on the rolling seas
Eating half-raw fish and moldy cheese
He'd float into town about twice a year
To see some old friends and drink a little beer

He played an old guitar with worn-out strings
With callused fingers, he could make it ring
And he knew every song that'd ever been played
And sung them all whenever

Categories: loons, music,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

For the Drunks and the Loons

He spent his nights on the rolling seas
Eating half-raw fish and moldy cheese
He'd float into town about twice a year
To see some old friends and drink a little beer

He played an old guitar with worn-out strings
With callused fingers, he could make it ring
And he knew every song that'd ever been played
And sung them all whenever

Categories: loons, guitar, music,
Form: Rhyme

We All Laughed Like Loons

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
We heard father singing
He'd got rather soused.

Mother tut-tutted 
At his yuletide cheer
He yelled "merry christmas"
Then chugged down a beer.

He stood on our cat
Who then shot up the tree
We fell about laughing
At this festivity.

The tree toppled over
Mother let out a scream
Not very yuletide-ish
More like halloween.

Hissing and spitting 
The

Categories: loons, cat, christmas, father, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

Hemlock Park Loons

When fog creeps in to sheathe 
			the point, obscuring paths
			among the brush, unseen loons,
			hallooing one another,
			map out this realm
			of hemlock, rock, and water.

			Loon cries vivify fireside
			conjuring, old camper’s tales,
			for the point’s new children:
			they glimpse fabled elders,
			conveyers of craft and lore
			who made a mile or more
			of winding roadway through
			cut and cultivated trees.

			Loon cries reassure us
			as we

Categories: loons, bird, children, community, nature,
Form: Lyric