Mockingbird Poems - Poems about 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. *** 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. *** Wildebeest (Or Flocks Of Geese?) Several Simply: River Flotsam Please...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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

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Mocking Bird Mocking Bird Mocking bird can't fly, Mocking bird can't sing, Mocking Bird is unable to walk. She's...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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

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songs from the mockingbird ~ are the sweetest songs that’s sung ~ ...

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

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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...

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