Short Grackle Poems

grackle torments mom
police come by ask about boom
dad hides in closet...

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spectacles crackle...
tortured song of the grackle
menthol can’t tackle...

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Cackle grackle tee hee hee
How much more annoying can a weird laugh be?
You have not met my twin or me apparently.
Our silent twin laugh could lobotomize thee...

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Bird of the Badlands

Who is a Russell?
And what can he be?
A Crow, a Grackle,
or Brewer's like me.

Is he a Raven,
a Warbler, or Dat?
All the same color,
but don't wear a hat.

I'm a Mocking Bird,
however take care.
The things that I say,
can fly through the air.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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On the night when vessel 
was empty
grackle did not sing.

For the sake of honey,
smelling a dead city, after
the rape of a daughter.

A black buck jumps on the 
queen of roses, stoned after
the death of a green house.

A python had wrapped around
the child on bed,
come, save the red crying moon.

A soft drizzle wets the eyes.
I can see only stars  –
disturbed by the winds


SATISH VERMA...

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The van idles: inside its cage
she hops like a grackle
from dashboard to counter.

Lady seer, shuffling the motley,
the significant and trivia.
Not 'all seeing', a Cassandra nevertheless,
revealing the stamped
and foreseeable.

A flick of her wrists
between each numbered box,
and we enter an unread limbo
until we open that tin mouth
reaching for bolts out of the blue,
and delayed news from snails....

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Listen to poem:

Today, I saw a grackle
(fam. Icteridae) -- a common sight --
braving the wind atop a post
among parked (and moving) cars.

Feathers ruffled in the gusty air,
it was not spooked
by movement, engine noise,
or human presence.

It seemed to me to make a show
of avian bravado; but, in truth,
it could not ever know
what mischief might be wrought,
purposely or not, upon such creatures
by other creatures (such as us.)...

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Low dust clouds bristled
   In the sky but I did not see;
A lone grackle whistled
   A warning I did not perceive.

The world would not cease turning
   In its cruel mockery.
I sat upon a rock, faltering –
   Because of things that wouldn’t be.

Only distraction can persuade –
   Only sleep can steal
Such sadness that pervades
   And hot tears that swell

But hotter yet came a wind
   That brushed my fingers
As would one consoling
   And dried my tears....

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We are making hot chocolate the witch twins lied.
I could not see exactly what the cauldron had inside.
But I suspected they were not giving us the whole truth.
They are diabolical, Mrs. Hootie Belle and Mrs. J. Ruth.

Grickley Grackle, and snackle fizz. They were stupefied by Rack.
He is their uncle, and his sense of humor is macabre, rather black.
They turned into crocodiles with teeth that scared me away.
The last time I saw them they were chasing each other, I’d say....

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Birds flock her way, chasing Debbie all over town
Parakeets, gold finch, cardinals, wrens lightly brown.
She has no idea why. Maybe because she does not put them down?
I wish you could give some to me said a trickster bit of a clown.

Debbie willed the clown penguins, ostriches, and one crow.
They were stubborn and ran off, away from the clown, though.
Why didn’t you like the guy? Debbie asked them, using a voice so sweet.
All she heard was cackle, grackle, cheep, tweet, cheep, tweet....

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