Parrots Poems - Poems about Parrots

If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor – Desmond Tutu The Trumpet of Parrots Patriots rally to the trumpet sound, its blare echoes the lies that bigots breed. Perched in power, pipers, in pretence gowned, their hatred spreads, disguised as noble creed. They stoke the tribal fire in ancient scars, while hissing hypes...

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I have a parrot PAUL who is SpanisH and his female PAULA who is Italian... When they start talking in a flirtatious way PAULA says to PAUL - PARLA! PAUL says to PAULA: - HABLA! And they spend the whole day HABLANDO and PARLANDO and nothing else happens... But my group of PETS is fun...!...

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Joyce Ann was unlike any other woman he had dated. She threw new ideas to him so fast, he could barely catch them. Had his head spinning, which was rare as he is an accountant. His organized, plain, simple life became complicated. She would not let him into her home after she saw his. White walls, beige carpet, gray furniture....

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Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows now numbering in the thousands no longer Mexico's bucolic birds new urbanized citizens migrated to the suburbs. If you travel to Los Angeles and county where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine hoping to matriculate to paradise.. Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms festooned in bright feathers and pheromones. Should you wish to elicit a response from...

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At one time it was said From Hull to Valparaiso, Or any deep sea port Any Mariner might know, You could find a body who’d Heard of the old Earl de Grey, Many had even been there On an onshore off duty day. They’d talk of the girls Offering friendship to all And of the famous parrots On their perches by the wall. ...

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Tropical breezes waft across a sea of empyrean bliss as a lost ship, the The Golden Dragon, cast it’s indigo shadow upon turquoise waters. Parrots preening one another, were the welcoming party for weary travelers. whispering leaves on trees twisted with the winds of ages, graced the morning light upon the shore. Down Anchor and a shoreward visit to this seraphic isle, gave...

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We travel in flocks Hidden in colorful trees Loving warm places We hail from Mexico, Central and South America Our plumage is bright We have high pitched calls We forage on flowers Most of them are not as colorful or as brightly dazzling as we are Christmas colored feathers Strong beaks, and active lungs We make ourselves known In Australia; we may let you glimpse us. We are showy...

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midst green zinnias parrot pandemonium --- practice camouflage 02 April 2022...

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SPIRITS OF THE PARROTS Two parrots, one red, one blue, share one large, rotund zoo cage, just the two of them. There are plenty of perches, yet they sit on the same one, close together, looking over a feast of fruit and seeds to share. They make no noise, as if in silent prayer before their meal. Where are those parrots today? Where is the cage? Can we...

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Parrots are beautiful Rainbows flying in the sky They are amazing!...

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to know if parrots speak badly or very well depends on the house ......

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Parrots on a branch up in mango tree Red rose Julie hangs behind green leaves Eyes on the prize beaks and tongues adore Who’ll taste it first before it ripes and fall...

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He cried after she held him. (He had told her this wasn’t his first time.) Back then the window had been filled with parrots in the palm trees. They scrawed and heeched And k-k-ee’d. She had picked him up and held him and they both looked out, eyes wide, as he called back to them- Kee-kee! Haaaw! Schsch!Schsch! All this he did not say to her now. The...

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As a young teen, she never liked parrots and bosses Nah, never liked them at all A parrot is always telling on you, and a boss be always ordering you what to do Rebellious hearts don't like none of that, and she was a born rebel ... had a lot of sass Young thing was a fire starter first class Learned early on...

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Country taught man read; Man repeated propaganda; To build up the cage....

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