I Figured Out What The MockingBirds Are Mocking
The JayBirds.
And Boy Are They Pissed.
-Gray
05-21-2025
Some raucous mockingbirds do not often find something great in themselves
May 18, 2023
We kill mockingbirds
and quiver at tales
of mice and men
in this brave new world
an awakening occurs
as we ponder why caged birds sing
somehow this book is gay
and the bluest eyes
spy two boys kissing
Nelson found two things wrong
with a naked lunch
as Lolita and George refused
to communicate
Girls lean back everywhere
but I am curious
about internet girls
and dirty cowboys
the leer of the sensualist
is healthy, with or without
emetic qualities
if supreme court justices
are to be believed
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
They did mock us ...did they not?...the mockingbirds?
I say they did!...innuendo infuse...as pellucid as she...they mocked us!
...gossiped luridly about us in luscious low tones like the old hen in her
folding chair...nothing better to do than judge in ripples to her cluck...her menagerie...in their horribly ugly dough smeared aprons...their blue heads tilted in close at twilight...their murmurings...wet currants of milky weighted ancestral opinion...like the too sweet fragrant frangipani of yesterday's casket bouquets.
They are the last vermillion crest of an ending era...the harsh setting sun
of discrimination's descent ...now blurs to a color rich flag and nation...The Mockingbirds ...be damned!
For 10 words 10 lines contest
arrived in oz ~ a rainbow in the sky.
a tropical warm paradise sunrise.
the Waikiki blue waters welcome me.
and golden pineapple juice drips down face -
so ripe, my cheeks blush with sunburn tint.
oh mangoes, papaya – my tummy’s joy!
sea surf and boogie boards to ride the waves,
and snorkeling on Hanauma Bay’s cove.
allure from ocean calm to north shore doom.
sight mockingbirds? they hear island gossip.
beware – they lather, rinse, repeat your speak.
intel thus gathered from such tourists – us!
I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me
My life now so far away in the past
resting back in that glowing red sunset;
in lost memories where dreams always last
wishing for lost time, I can never get.
As fading shadows dance in bonfire's glow
I recall mockingbirds singing to me;
precious gifts such memory plants to sow
so like seeds dropping from big red-oak tree.
My eyes filled with falling tears, my soul sees
far beyond, well past my mind's window sills;
Green forests in my life with their lost trees
resting back there, lasting memory hills.
As my life now sends me yearning anew,
images parading forth, treasures so true!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2016
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Note: I had to visit my favorite woods yesterday(AS WAS MUCH NEEDED RELIEF), this came to me this fine morn, a sonnet..
Their long arm of his law standing about peering at her child
Destitutes public pretender having fully cooperated with the states
Aspiring district attorney this peoples hopeful in future high court justice ?
Divulging as much exculpatory evidence for their mark as they held over cocktails
Choking while accepting the fact that there was no way out of premeditation's maze judicial's
Billionaire boys clubs prehensible prairie dog gauntlets; ecocide's, florist in flotsams barbaric bonds....
Wall street sky rocket puppets; as his judge slams love's gavel down foaming at their mouths another, life.
I spied them carefully as if I was
meant to court them as they hung on
the Edison above the roof, slightly
swaying with the breeze.
So unique a singing voice with so
many songs, yet louder than the
sparrow or swallow, chicks following
close at hand.
The older ones clothed in blue-gray
with white feathered bellies, the younger
ones mostly gray, they sit elegantly on the
wire ballerinas balanced with perfectly
straight wings, sirens teasing, hunters
looking for exotic caterpillars or just
basking in the sun with a song, each
one unique with a mind of its own.
I interrupted
two mockingbirds a-coupled
grey feathers flying.
A cacophony of mockingbirds
Waiting with baited breath
Pacing each other,
In this candy apple sky and
Chasing this morning glory
Have-beens went into fury.
Like silkworms, after the shock
spinning the myths around them.
Then the gossip will turn towards
the words, locked in extra
sensory awakening.
The gametes move in a chasm,
needling the pastoral scorn.
From the barrel of a gun flows the religion.
Spreading the thighs and baking
the sweet croissants. Will the honey
heal the wounds?
Of centuries? Moon god to moon god
under the swaying palms
man still cannot bring the house in order.
SATISH VERMA