Oriole Poems - Poems about Oriole

As Martin gazed at the woman, he believed her to be a nymph. The pipes continued with their haunting melody. "I’d never thought such exotic places existed…” "It must be a special day for you." She smiled. It was as if a flower suddenly blossomed out Or a nestling had stretched its wings And embarked on...

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Martin came to a cleft in the rocks The oriole must have gone this way It was narrow and curving A sudden turn, and everything seemed to change. Shrill, reedy music of pipes filled the heavy air, A smell of musk of goats and their dung. Invisible cicadas sustained the piper's lament. Suddenly, he found himself in front of a small...

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On his twenty-fifth birthday, elated He decided to go hunting. He let the fresh air of the early morning On the slope of a wooded hill, fill his lungs. A small vale stretched beneath him, Whilst behind the trees rose a small sheer cliff. That was where he saw the golden oriole. It was a beautiful specimen, all...

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He crashed against my glass stunned into silence he lay in shock, poor thing I placed him in a lined box wrapped in soft bamboo he rested and recouped Two hours later I found him standing at the edge, waiting We made eye contact I took a photo, then he flew away Boy ! he...

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The Baltimore oriole sports an orange coat, But I haven't seen one; to L.A., they're remote. Their rich whistling song is a sweet herald of spring. Ones like Frank Robinson have a great home run swing....

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I heard a rich whistling sing-song echoing from the trees rising and falling and flashes of bright orange color the bird was sturdy with a thick neck and long legs he had a very sharp pointed bill and a black hooded head and his body was a bright orange, his tail feathers long he was medium in size, bigger...

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We both reach for a camera both forget to click on the image as a flight of rainbows takes wing. Tangerine buds bloom into a sherbet fountain. Orange and black ride a ray of sunlight. “Phew, did you catch it?” “No I got nuked by the moment!” “Yes, better that way.” she replied thoughtfully....

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whistler of orchard sweet flute chirp weaves vivid plume ~ of haunting cadence ...

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Looking like a corvid in a Hi-Viz vest you fleeting soul, you only feed and fly. You're rarely seen to say hello and never seen to say good-bye. What distance you have travelled to arrive here determined as you are to journey on, A sub-saharan visitor with food supply in mind But fickle as you are, you vanish when it's gone....

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The Profiles of Birds High growth and thick foliage in an enclosure opposite our garden invited the golden orioles to stay on; often they perch on a bo tree or an old banyan sometimes chasing the irritant house crows sometimes coming close to us for a short stay soon to fly away. As the summer through rains was evaporating I found them often absenting; the...

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We both reach for a camera, but forget as the moment takes wing. Tangerine buds bloom into a sherbet fountain. An orange and black dartle of downy sunshine. Hearts abeyant, our perception hangs from each ribbon of light....

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I am a fat oriole from Baltimore With baseball cap and baseball mitt I became a star cause well I could really hit Made my money, to build my nest Never grew up, cause I was born with good luck I am a big fat Oriole I say to you Now I am retired So I sit in by chair Eating my Oreos,...

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My Oriole Friend Spring burst out on its greens so early in the year The orange of the oriole surprised me, so bold Pecking on my window, prancing on the sill This is a busy caller, some urgent message to convey. I approached my guest, treading gently on the deck Sat on the bench and uttered a timid welcome. He tapped back...

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