Acrobatic birds can dive energetically for glucose,
Even as the felines watch,
Waving their tailfeathers in the air,
To their perch, they add another notch.
Felines gain hope, inspiring jumpy keen longing,
The birds keep teasing the predators,
Flying lower as if doing the limbo,
Despite tempting fate, shunning grim reaper creditors.
Masterful nature offers perches quaintly, rightly spaced,
The birds take breaks from sweet drinks,
Fly lower, eating little leaf gnats,
Watching the cats snicker, as wingbeat winks.
Radiant songbirds travel ubiquitously, valiant warriors,
Beautiful as they fly, spreading song,
Despite teasing the cats on the ground,
A day without these creatures would feel too long.
Categories:
perch, appreciation, bird, cat, drink,
Form: Rhyme
No wish to carp or cock a snook
I won't leave you in the lurch
but oh my cod take a look
what a plaice to perch
as just for the halibut
putting seahorses out to paddock
is enough to give one
a severe bad haddock
so no red herring I don't flounder around
take a peeled eel flake of baked hake
plus pinch of pickled pilchard
and an ichthyic sandwich make
but if my words are vitriolic
you may grunt and kiss my bass
it's all a load of pollock(s)
Categories:
perch, fish, humorous, silly, word
Form: Rhyme
The fillet was supposed to be boneless
but it wasn't
It caught me off guard, midmeal.
Between bites of slaw and baked potato
It wedged in the top of my whiskered throat
there was the palest form of panic,
I swallowed hard a few times
swigged root beer
everyone's eyes grew wide
it finally dislodged after a few attempts
thank God perch bones are thin.
At times, the death of something loved
comes out of nowhere
from the cloudy depths
ruins the confidence
twists the heart into unrecognizable things
life is so very thin like perch bone dreams.
Categories:
perch, fish, funeral,
Form: Free verse
The wind sang
The bird,
He said he spoke in chirps
The chime rang
Nine thirty,
Invoking church
He grinned and in slang,
He softly spoke his favoured verse
“He said bang,”
Declared the word
“And there’ll be a cry from the wayward Perch.”
Find me by the gardens,
The flowers follow the suns guidance.
Poems of complete jargon,
The power in words are intended for defiance.
Then the bird remained in silence.
Categories:
perch, bible, confusion, fear, fish,
Form: Free verse
how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin
When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad
(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)
when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke
when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster
(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur
who produced president who was obscure)
Categories:
perch, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
After school Ali wrote outside in her favorite perch
Inside the protective branches of her favorite oak
Stories, songs, riddles, jokes, they flowed here
She was prolific her mother told others later.
At the time she was too shy to share her work.
No one saw it until years later, and this suited her.
She became a novelist, but remained humble
Remembering her favorite perch with pure love
Categories:
perch, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Mr. Giraffe was as docile as a tall creature can be.
He hid among the leaves of a Cottonwood tree.
The birds discovered him and said “whee whee whee!”
He is our newest perch. They were happy as could be!
Categories:
perch, animal, bird,
Form: Monorhyme
When love perched on my window sill I closed the curtains and prayed for its demise.
When I asked love to show me favor it grinned with a devilish smile,
When love was said to me it was only out for its own interest.
There figures came and went, yet disappearing like baby teeth.
Love stayed away, stretched as endless as the galaxies.
I opened the curtains and yet love still remained, perched high in its forgiving state.
Categories:
perch, absence, emotions, love,
Form: Free verse
A Poem for the Grey Shrike written on Earth Day 2016
At sunrise while asleep
I was called by a bird tweet
Like a childhood song
So sharp so sweet
Awoke. Washed. Dressed . Prepared to greet
But the voice got swallowed by the noise of the street
Oh son: let's go . This trip will go down a treat
Entered a beach garden. Green. Simple n Neat
The Mown grass was wet. And the son waded the feet
Despite the moist. Despite the light. Despite the heat
Scanned the shrubs & trees. Then heard the beat
Like a childhood song. So sharp so sweet
Sped and goggled. To see. To snap. To greet n meet
A silvery spot. Perching. Scanning. Landing to eat
A worm, an insect, a snake, a mouse or a piece of meat
It was a grey shrike. Mature. Strong. Hard to beat
Despite the moist. Despite the light. Despite the heat
Came to see. To hear the voice. So sharp so sweet
Categories:
perch, adventure, april, arabic, bird,
Form: Ballad
Search for Church Which on Hill Will Perch
would search for a church
which high on a hill will perch
where God loves to lurch
Interesting how I
used the letter W.
Categories:
perch, allegory, analogy,
Form: Senryu
Lofty Living
Let me take a moment of silence to listen to the noise that life decided to make_
Hear all the burps, the crashes, the hums of sounds it chose to stir me before I wake.
Inhaling a hefty dose of fresh air to withhold before the next one urged to take.
Behold the sunbeams beck to call upon me to play within its streams_
Yet the time for such a thing is found only in my dreams.
To gain a chance or gander is by sheer force it most certainly seems.
I raise my face high alerting to all above the sky’s_
Smile a greeting er’ flock of birds in union swirling by.
They sing to me a welcome_ fellow beholder of the eye!
For they can see such wonders not freely given to you nor me.
From a window perched and primed_ I enjoy this simple ease {esse} of mine.
It may not be the life I’d hoped of_ but 'tis I who's signed on the dotted line _
And at this moment in time, I am doing yay fine.
***092020***
Categories:
perch, appreciation, bird, good morning,
Form: Imagism
eagles perch on leafy tree limb
overlooking territory below
guardians of the asphalt jungle and dumpster
Categories:
perch, bird, nature,
Form: Free verse
That chilly night in Bucharest
As I lay down in my bed to rest
Torrents of thoughts assailed me
Avalanche of questions tore my heart apart
As I reminisced over the events of previous days
I felt the world moving in collective dementia
As disasters and heinous crimes of every shade
Broke minutely to confound the troubled world
Scores of souls roasted in the belly of Ethiopian whale
Worshipers pulverized on the altar of extremism in New Zealand
Furious flash floods kill and displace in Indonesia Papua
Cyclone Idai hitting hard in Zimbabwe and Mozambique
Man is endangered in his natural domain
By his daily contrivances for gain
His garden must be cultivated with better care
To produce trees where every bird can perch freely.
Categories:
perch, abuse, allusion, anxiety, care,
Form: Free verse
From his cage-
he looks up high
and watches planes
up in the sky-
as the smoke trails far behind…
and the sun shines in his eyes.
From his perch-
he sees birds in flight
and dreams that one day he just
might-
fly with them out of sight…
Oh how he dreams he might.
From his seat-
he looks around
watches lizards scurry round
to and fro-
on the ground…
One day too he’ll jump around.
From this chair-
he’ll never leap,
but his mind thinks
differently-
He sees himself running ‘bout….
Playing as he laughs and shouts.
His prison small-
meant to confine;
freed his mind for dreams sublime.
For he can fly-
at any time….
and feel the sun’s warmth as it shines.
He can fly-
farther and better
than birds in any weather
He can fly-
alone or flocked together…
even though to his chair he’s tethered.
For in his mind-
he walks upright
all the day and all the night
He knows-
one day he just might…
rise from his chair and take flight.
Categories:
perch, child, dream, flying, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Greeting the day's offerings, we cat souls
Were watching for scampering voles and moles.
Five vigilant cousins and I, perched up high,
watching the sun rise in the eastern sky.
From our perch in the gnarly gumdrop tree,
We surveyed the meadow, calm as we could be.
The grays and tans of a gentle morn,
Brought forth tasty mice, who were soon forlorn.
September day, offers so much lively meat on the ground.
We sneaked up stealthily, me and my brigade, profound.
We pounced, and the critters were goners for sure.
Their meat tasty, and fresh, and decidedly pure.
Our daily hunt, is so much fun, in this tree.
My cousins, my brother, my dad, and me.
We all do this, every single morn.
Making the little creatures feel forlorn.
Categories:
perch, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Personification
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