Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
Categories:
lorikeet, 4th grade, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Romanticism
feeding on pollen and nectar
sweeping it in with brush tipped tongue
rainbow lorikeet is an excellent talker
I teach him to say king daddy
so I can keep him
Categories:
lorikeet, bird,
Form: Free verse
If you want a treat, look up the most colorful birds
Ever made by God, and you will come up with the best.
Paradise tanager, red-bearded bee-eater, macaw. My word!
What a fantastic creature in and out of her glorious nest.
The kingfisher has an azure blue that is a most unique hue.
Rainbow lorikeet brings God’s promise to us. Hope alive too.
Violet crowned wood nymphs are a turquoise, matching the sea.
There are so many lovely birds, and not all in a tree.
The peacock has always been amazing to me.
The male, who has all the glorious colors that you see.
The female peacock is brown and dull, kind of plain.
So she can hide her chick’s nest in the barn, or in a storm drain.
No matter what bird color you love or admire.
Know that there are some birds out there the colors of fire.
I have not seen them all, for I have not traveled to some places.
But I admire God’s creatures on social media spaces.
Categories:
lorikeet, bird,
Form: Rhyme
My bird is springtime with its green,
Summer with its yellow,
It blazes fall in its red and orange,
And ruffles it’s icy, blue, indigo and violet feathers,
Though it lives in its humid home,
Surrounded by leafy greens,
It’s background only enhances,
It’s multi-colored scheme,
My bird might have a family,
A flock and much-loved trees,
But no matter the flight and no matter the cost,
My bird always returns to me,
My bird is the rainbow,
The hope after the storm,
And if you ever need her,
My bird will always keep you warm,
Because my bird will sit and my bird will sing,
All of your troubles away,
And if you ever find a bird like her,
You know she’s here to stay.
Categories:
lorikeet, bird,
Form: Rhyme
UNCOVERED GIFTS
Oppressed,
hidden,
covered,
choked,
overgrown,
in the garden and the lives
of living things
and many folks,
for in amongst
there are things of attraction,
that when smothered,
and where an invader,
covers purposely
their very existence.
Till finally
the day of liberation comes,
with diligence,
care,
as well as love,
displayed by someone
as the gardener who cares,
who uncovers the hidden,
the smothered,
in the beauty of plants and folks,
so when set free,
their contributions
are allowed to be,
to have new growth,
regeneration,
coloured blooms,
just like rainbow lorikeet displays
in arrangements,
of colours and beauty too.
Francis Cooper – Mac
© pre 1977
Categories:
lorikeet, encouraging, perspective,
Form: Free verse
rolling green hills, woods
noon sun and black-eyed susans
northern lights sunset
cherry trees, two hearts
lavender fields and lilacs
lorikeet rainbow
Categories:
lorikeet, color, green, nature, nice,
Form: Haiku
If I was an Australian lorikeet
I’d allow you to call me Mr. Birdseye Pete
Flying to the East Indies rather neat
Yes I would travel far to find my sweet.
Pretty nest we’d make that you could not beat.
All eight of our boy birds we would call Pete.
The girls would be called names that rhyme so neat.
Possible names like Jeet, Bleat, Feat, and Sheet.
I will have a wife the next time we meet.
Or my name is not Mr. Birdseye Pete.
Categories:
lorikeet, fun,
Form: Monorhyme
Wheels of Marbles
Your mind- a box,
box on wheels
of marbles
to gallop in
the world of
imagination.
You canter on
these imaginative
marbles like
hurting words
of your poems.
O’,cruel marbles
ride him to
the sanctum- woods
to see- how lorikeet waits
for her lory
to suck the nectar
from his beak !
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Categories:
lorikeet, words,
Form: Free verse
Rainbow colored camouflage, some may think, what a ridiculous idea, what a ridiculous idea, for rainbows are rare and high in the air, so what benefit would it have? Unless you were trying, to reckon a rainbow parade but that may come, to haunt you in the end. Yet, there is a bird, which is quite beautiful and has indeed adapted, wearing the colors of the rainbow and well suited to live in the tropics. It can hide among exotic fruits and blend in among the flowers of paradise. The Rainbow Lorikeet sounding, like some strange creature, from Doctor Seuss but that is it’s name and the male and female look the same.Truly a pretty Polly parroting, the colors of the rainbow. Oddly, they make rainbow camouflage work.
Categories:
lorikeet, beautiful, bird, color, environment,
Form: Narrative
Rainbow Lorikeet
to eat the red banana
has to fly for hours
Categories:
lorikeet, adventure,
Form: Senryu
Joe black Cat
black as the night,
gone in flight,
when you turn he isnt there,
locks dont hold,
the black im told,,
has buggered off orright,
brown snakes do run in fright,
cos the black he isn’t there,
and Halliwell tears his hair,
as Joe bestalks the night….
Don
Take yer eyes off Joe and he's gone, tangled with a few deadly Brown snakes already,
wheres the antivennine hey.....
LORIKEET IS the owner of the black kitty
Categories:
lorikeet, adventure,
Form: Ballad
a pair of
rainbow
Lorikeet birds
Spin free
as a Ferris wheel
Upon
the highest branch
In the garden of
a thousand eyes
from
their favorite olive green
Pistachio tree
Sun-bake hands
Shall
pray for thee
Upon
the highest branch
Categories:
lorikeet, imagination,
Form: Free verse