Short Nestlings Poems

Two eider pilgrims
scooping shadows like nestlings
under cedar wings...

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nestlings hungry chirps
dandelions smell lilacs
tadpoles bursting green...

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Bluebird playing blind-
man's bluff, tag you are bird "it"
nestlings dull colors...

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baby cardinals --

nestlings with wide open mouths

waiting for mama

7/20/21...

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    spring sparkling, birds sing, nestlings born : sweet tweets in cadence touching heart....

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hold 
your mouths open nestlings
for your parents to feed you
dare I ever close my own
to any food I need...

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"I can't wriggle out of this bed"
A worm's rear complained to its head
A bluebird dropped by
Took worm for a fly
Happiness is nestlings well fed...

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blue jay

      blue birds tend nestlings
across blue sea pick fresh leaves
          cleverly builds nests

               10/5/2020...

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Mud
first sign
of spring thaw
slippery worms
dance with the robins
nestlings calling
the cadence
slow step
squish

2/19/2022

Springtime Ninette Contest...

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that string
the one the nestlings thought a worm
blows listless on the wind
as clapboards rattle
on withered dreams
of forever
a silence calls
passing clouds
to mourn
a string


©11/7/2019

Last Years Nests Poetry Contest...

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savor of fresh rain
bird house fastened to tree trunk~
beak full of earthworms

nestlings bulging cheeks
leaves its nest gravity pulls~
prompt upward movement

2/12/2023

Spring Flower, Bird Or Butterfly Haiku X 2 Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

howmanysyllables...

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A sunflower casts its’ seeds upon soil,
gentle nutrition for children of flight;
she bows her head to observe the dining.
Fruit for fowl enriched by the tiny bees
mama’s nestlings dine so ecstatically;
heads bow in sun salute in celebration
lifts wings to heaven’s gold embrace.
...

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A nesting is but invaded
All nestlings abandoned
But ‘four’ eggs shelled?

Mother bird is gone
Many a tuft of feathers
Drying in the winds!


Broken twigs have bent
The nest will sit misshapen
Under treed branches above!
 

Mother overhead flees
Skyward tweeting call-back cries
A hungry snake waits!...

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Nestlings

I write best
Close to the vest
I attest
It’s what I know 
Best

In my nest
It’s what I 
Behest 
I write best
Close to the vest

Be my guest 
I’ll unload 
My chest
Be just like
An inner inquest 

I write best
Close to the vest
Just sit tight
I’ll feed ya
The rest

Bill MacEachern
03/24/23...

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spring hands over her bleach gowns to summer
environment grows pale green ---
cosmos under rebirth

earth tries color revolutions and fails
jaundice yellow leaf lips crack ---
no chill thrill in grass blades

Nestlings of sparrows feel hot in nestles  
cuckoos from crow nests escape ---
cocoon covers hang free


05 April 2022...

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blue roses possibilities, blue berries tongue tingling, blue sea, skyline coat, indigo, rainbow colour possibilities touches the
skyline hiding stars and wielding the blue
sea my palms, Blue
eyes Depressing
the mood shady
Bluejays tender
nestlings
Blue rays
Blue waves
activated
Blue sea water
Skating 
5/26/2020
...

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Up 
    in the sky
on thermals
riding high,
                     a kite;
Out
      from below
looking  to and fro,
three sleepy
                      dormice;
High
         in a tree,
so,so hungry
nestlings,one,two
                      and three,
Straight,
               to their door
today's plat du jour
live rodents
                      galore...

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As a grey dove, nestlings are taught
     The Basic Rudiments of Wings:
if one falls, it cannot be caught
     First, learn to fly, then how to sing.
A perfect lesson elders bring.
     A human babe, on other hand,
is often caught before he stands.
    So, as life goes, if he should fall,
expects a catch before he lands.
     He needs to learn how to forestall....

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On the Clock



Glassy pearl adorn bare , emerald green

Ash cloud the earth 

Crystalized structures  fall

Awakening gray and dull

Elastic boughs regain foliage 

The fresh chirp of nestlings 
Slowly decline 

As mother works on the clock



Marckincia Jean
Free verse 
08/05/2024



























Foliage...

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There is a sombre silence, 
as mist veils morning air.
A plethora of feathers
float among dew drops.
A ceremony of birds,
heads slumping,
soundless and homeless,
perch upon rooftops,
observing fallen nests,
cracked eggs and 
lifeless nestlings.
Arrival of their fate
is like paper in a storm.
But birds don't ask why,
they just spread their wings and fly....

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Small rain in  summer
Pools on large green leaves,
Makes all birds dumber
Silently they weave.

Wrens fly to and fro
Nesting near the house.
They know where to go
With nestlings and spouse.

Simple life of green
Hiding in  lush leaves.
A space to be unseen
Humans only grieve.

Where is our safe space,
Where can we  live well?
As anguish veils the face
In green thoughts I dwell....

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Unlike the robin caring for her young
   weaving a nest of affection
sitting sentry, perched on pale-blue eggshells
   nourishing new-hatched fledglings
her joy as worms whirl down
   their cavernous, yearning orifices...

A woman's tender love for her young
   deepens as calendar pages turn
blossoming in Spring, flourishing in Summer
   ~ her nestlings long-departed ~ 
thriving in Autumn, yet vibrant through Winter...

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HER FEET IS SMOTHERED BY MOSS,
HER ARMS SPROUTING MUSHROOMS,
HER LEAFY FINGERS,
HER IMPOTENT EYES,
HER HAIR HOUSES NESTLINGS,
FROZEN BRAIN WITH REBUFFED THOUGHTS,
FAINT HEARTED,
HER LIPS READ EULOGY OF HER PAST LIFE,
HER NOSTRILS BREATHE DRY ICE,
HER CHEST HOLDS DRIED UP ESSENCE OF LIFE,
SHE STANDS PLANTED IN AN UNIFORMED GARDEN,
WITH THE GARDENER ONLY FOCUSING TO REST UNDER HER SHADE,
BOTHERLESS OF HER WITHERING,

I MEAN THE TREE.


V.POONAM...

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Showers gag the trees,
May shuttles pleats in the sky.
There are towel-drying winds.
Parks grow soggy with small dogs;

May is an old man riding a bike backwards.
It is oil for the broken engine in the barn.
Wetness folds this way and that.
We see nestlings in reservoirs of dew.

Bubbles pop in puddles,
could it be new Life? 
Could it be May, hands in its pockets
like a small boy, whistling and waiting
for something green 
and tufted to happen?...

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Twig fell down before my eyes – 
Not a tree in sight.
As I glanced up to the skies
I caught a bird in flight…

Heading to its nest below
A traffic light suspended,
Where its babies might just grow,
So easily defended.

I wonder if the nestlings hear
The changing colors clicking
And if it’s comfort more than fear
Within their brains that’s sticking.

If so, those birds will always calm
When traffic lights do change,
An urban dose of soothing balm
Observers might find strange....

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