Mockingbird Poems | Examples

MockingBird

MockingBird

Always Teasing

"Effing - Effing - Effing - What?"

A Gray And White Kite 
Needing A Little Mate

She's Music & I'm Just Grunts

She's Always Flirting...

(MayBe Male?)

Who Cares...

See You Later, Love.

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The Jaybirds Were Wrong

Give Me a Peanut!

It Wasn't Them.

I Was Wrong

I'm Not Perfect

"They Always Think It's Them!"

I Said

Worse Than Selfish.

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Wildebeest (Or Flocks Of Geese?) 

Several Simply: River Flotsam

Please Save Me!

Every Living Face Returns 
The Same Inquisitive Look

Millions, Billions,
Dillions, Zillions.

Crossing Rivers Massively...

Here Or In The Past:

Who Gnu?

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Mourning Doves
 
In Plaintive Sorrow

Moaning, Mourning 
Please Have Mercy...

They Try, 
But Cannot Scream.

FLAP FLAP FLAPPING
I Saw It. I Promise.

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I'm Not A Real Squirrel

Alive Or Dead

But All These Ghosts...

But All These Ghosts
Have A Little Spectral

Corruption

And AN Imaginary Head.

-Gray Squirrel

05-22-2025

Gaslit Skies

Do believe the truth we tell you
Don't believe your lying eyes
Say the mocking birds now calling
Filling these dark gaslit skies

While the children all around us
Reaching up with open arms
Wonder if we’ll protect them or
Leave them to a world that harms

As this force of darkest evil
Winks within us as we sleep
Leading our minds into chaos 
Dawn will free us from the deep

(11/3/24)

mockingbird

a mockingbird chose
 church yard tree to build a nest....
swooping, pulling hair 

congregation said
someone needs to get him tamed....
now priest flies in

The Mockingbird

A melodious tune in the morning
Floating in the morning breeze
An artist on the stage
The genius of the skies
Day by day the sound drifts through our doors
Orchestrated by an all knowing creator
The heavenly acapella
A wonder to behold
Till I heard the voice no more
Waited in vain for weeks
Why is the artist away
Was all I could say
Then I heard it again
Voice strained as it sang
Eyes hung as it wallows in isolation
The mocking bird in it's cage

Mockingbird

"Mockingbird"

What sayst thou?
Now, here you sit and I speak to you
through strange keys revolutionary,
poetry what is thy purpose for? A mirror wall? 
Where visions unseen speak and reply contritely
black and white pedestrians robed in all their colours 
walking now through their other realms? 
“sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 
and often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
and every fair from fair sometimes declines, 
by chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;”
nightingales and mockingbirds all feathery poets in night-flight quilled
Nightingale, Nightingale thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor fail, 
shining loudly, blessed revelry held in the loving hearts of pages whispering,

“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May” …

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Mockingbird

mockingbird sits
ruffled feathers in mid-june ....
contemplating

To Land a Mockingbird

To land a mockingbird,
sent out an innocent cat;
one that wouldn’t eat a bird
if it was starving.
A mockingbird’s greatest fear,
hatchlings being eaten
by a feline foe.

I had a tabby who never bothered a bird;
he only dined from cans.
One day a mockingbird nest 
fell from a tree,
it’s eggs broken and soaking
into the sun-warmed ground.

Like feline, greased-lightening,
my baby was being dive-bombed 
by mocking birds from both sides;
his tail pecked to the bare bone,
I cleaned and bandaged it.

For weeks I had to carry him to and 
from his box so he could 
answer nature’s call.
A cat with a bandaged butt,
has no pride left.

Yes, if you want to land a mockingbird,
send out an innocent cat;
they’re waiting...

Mockingbird Deboned

Ye cursed with too much knowledge,
all fate’s within your grasp
The destiny of all beguiled
entrenched behind your mask

To Thee of grace outstanding,
the rose and bud the same
Beginnings end as endings start
assumptions die unclaimed

Oh Ye who brave the mountain,
its winds blow far and chill
Each footstep placed a sin erased
the moment frozen still

And Ye who share the journey,
all mockingbird’s deboned
Your wisdom marks a trail unseen
—for others to atone

(Las Vegas Airport: July, 2022)

Mockingbird

Mockingbird
I watched a mockingbird build its nest this beautiful spring morning in June. 
A soft flowing breeze drifts with scents of orange blossoms and honeysuckle. 
Twig by twig – winding, twisting, weaving a tiny bowl of beauty.

Mockingbird

A deceiving tomcat howl.
We are scolded,?
poked with cattle-prods of sound.?
Phonetic bodkins bedevil,?
nails our ears to a demented aria.?
?
Bird of a thousand jeers,?
improbable impressionist?
voicing out a shout to clout our minds?
or mimicking the ominous threat?
of rattling snakes,?
then rejoicing at our fright.?
?
Madcap mimicker, ?
maniacal jester, your palaver rib digs?
all things sacrosanct and unholy.?
?
Prank on you mischievous singer,?
reprise again your raucous repertoire?
only elsewhere, anywhere else?
but here!

Mockingbird

mockingbird drinks from
thawed birdbath throwing back head....
murder of crows fly 


murder: a flock of crows

The Ever Mockingbird

songs from the mockingbird  
                      ~
are the sweetest songs that’s sung
                      ~
         sweet lyrics ring out 


    tuesday, august 17th, 2021

Tequila Mockingbird

I love to go boozin' with Susan
(My Spanish just adds to confusion)
Trump's Vanity Wall
Is helping us all
Experience tequila fusion!

Mockingbird

Mockingbird,  you  sing  to  me  each  morn 
And throughout the day since you were born. 

You alone can understand the words 
Imitating  frogs  and  other  birds. 

You  perch  high  on  my  bushes or  trees, 
A graceful hymn you laud through the breeze. 

Insects in the Summer you  indulge, 
Berries in Winter with pending bulge.

Gray back with white wing bars, pale gray-white 
Belly, long legs  and  tail,  lithe  in flight.

7/11/2020

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Mockingbird

mockingbird attacks
wiggling worm on hot driveway....
briefly hold brake down  

God blesses in so many ways. I see the Mockingbird that feeds from the ground and then drive up the road short way and there are about 8 or 10 swallows feeding from the air.

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