Short Breasted Poems

hopping on one foot
fat red breasted robin
squirrel rolls his eyes...

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red-breasted cherubs
	nestled within mistletoe ~
		holiday feasting

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branches bare of leaves
red breasted robins alight
mist becoming rain

...

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Friendly
mascara thrush
Red-breasted harbinger
of Spring. Your speckled throat will sing,
I trust?...

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red-breasted robins
bob across front yard ~seek worms....
frosted shingles shine  ...

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red breasted robins
painted the front yard with color....
spring's warmth soon follows...

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red breasted robins
blue sky, grand purple mountains,
golden fields, green trees.




May 26, 2011 written...

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rose breasted grosbeak
                      a beautiful visitor
                       pleasant arrival

Heidi Sands

5/5/22...

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She stands before me bare-breasted 
My zest, in her, is not vested
She's in my mirror
As though a horror
Stares as a witch, not well rested...?...

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In a bar room they boldly contested
Though both were quite fully breasted
On the wall who’d pee higher
The dame or her squire
He lost when "no hands" was requested

John G. Lawless
©3/22/2023...

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thunder storms cease
the sun peeks through gray clouds
brightening the day --
red-breasted robins gather
'round a rain filled puddle.

3/22/12
For Susan Burch's Any one new or 2 yr old Tanka contest...

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We worship the meatball-breasted
Slug-eyed One 
Who is fragrant with tomato sauce
Who nourishes us well
Liberates us from hunger 
For the sake of full bellies
Even while the cucumbers 
Ferment in the refrigerator....

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clear-eyed springs
unfold her wings
trumpet the joyful
sound of
cherry blossom trees
while
sharing her 
branches 
with
shiny black yellow 
and
red breasted
lorries of the spring
oh lord
when 
i
hear heaven sing...

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I love things in nature that flock and herd 
yet as a birdwatcher my lens gets blurred.
  I see double at the beach
  with my telescopic reach
spyin’ the tanned large breasted booby bird!


              Written: March 2014...

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Pastel droplets fall from
Pink sprinkled sunlight on
Ponds and meadows blooming
Pathways of color as
Pearly breasted bluebirds
Perch where past springtimes have
Painted my heart with hope

3/27/23

Writing Challenge P Words Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France...

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The boy, he drowns in it, 
That double-breasted flesh blanket, 
Striped and stylish upside down noose,
It's too hard to get loose.

Death delayed as he sees the tree, 
The checkered lag finally waves, 
He's the champion of this Grand Prix
against the non-competing slaves...

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Listen to poem:

Yellow day lilies -- succulent tall stalks --
quiet, cultivated, cool and elegant,
nestle in green, long leaves among lawns.
Wind bruises blooms tethered to their stems,
and an occasional great, gray cat
(cunning yellow eyes glinting sunlight)
crouches among them,
stalking yellow-breasted birds....

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Husband and Wife

Heated
Uncontrollable 
Sensation 
Bursting
Abrupt overly 
Nudity highlighted
Distinctively breasted,

Accented atom's
Nature's beauty
Deliciously delighted In A

Whine  (Dance)
Intensely, seductively to 
For tae it's
Eternal light, of happiness, as 
one...

Carma Reed
01-09-13...

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While lying under a weeping willow, 
Had started crying upon my pillow; 
While I had rested,
Saw robin red breasted
In nest where her babies would grow.

Jim Horn

My fingers were rather nimble, 
While I was using my thimble, 
Had been sewing, 
And my age growing; 
Causing my fingers to tremble.

Jim Horn...

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WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, 
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU......

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Whats that you said?

Words drift

Glimpse a bird down the hill
closer to the river
orange breasted, must be an Oriole

Gone now

Other birds, some quite strange
fill the tree

Fresh water

Mist rises from the river
and trumpets, once wild daisies

Proclaim rebirth

This bird, right near me
I have never seen

I
smile...

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the man 
standing in front 
of a microphone 
asked me a question 
  
the question is 
would you rather 
be high, 
or a gibbering idiot 
for the rest of your days? 
  
consider life. 
  
i pondered this question 
i pondered it well 
i looked at the man 
in his navy blue 
double-breasted 
  
i said 
that is a simple question 
with a simple answer...

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WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, 
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...

5th poem on the soup 
written 11/9/09...

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Spring , red breasted robins
flowers sprouting a peek
sun bright an high above
days seem longer
with warm nights alight
high mountains melt
rivers fear overflow
gardens ready for planting
tomatoes soon ripe
golden corn delight 
uncovered pools shine
green is the green
leaves fill the trees
bee are a buzzing
time for others 
spring has passed
at last summer....

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Yesterday, I saw my first tulip of Spring,
and a smile instantly bloomed deep in my heart.
Today, I heard a red-breasted robin sing,
imploring Winter's wretched winds to depart.
And tomorrow's rain will be April's plaything,
offering sprouts a cool drink and a fresh start.
As our wobbly world spins upon its axis,
it unlocks seasons and grants Nature access....

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