Short Peck At Poems

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eat like a bird does
quality not quantity
one peck at a time...

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Shining is the star light 
filtered by the scent 
of lilac 
upon the wings
of the bird that never
ceased to peck at
the cage bars
for that special day
when it will perch,
free,
upon the lilacs
under the starlight....

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organisms spawn
     sea heated by July sun...
          red tide comes ashore

dead fish waste on sand
    gulls peck at infected food...
        illness spreads to all


*For Brian's "A Jewel in your Crown" contest...

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DUSTY WIND

                            
  Cheerful sparrows chirp, peck at ground as spring gust chases dust.
                              
  04/16/17
            
  Monoku 3: fire, earth, water and air Contest by Silent One...

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A mucky puddle
still holds the reflected night.
Two maundering starlings
peck at the dark pool
as if fishing.
One worm wriggles up,
the birds don't seem inclined
to eat it
one bubble in the puddle
surfaces -
I sense a kraken....

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Mammals shed their hair;
birds prune and feather thier nests;
snakes crawl out of skins.

Lions stalk their prey
as birds peck at blades of grass,
black widows weave webs.

White roses are cute;
black widows are hideous:
lovely is white silk.

Flowers feed the bees
and nectar turns to honey;
worker bees soon die....

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They come to greet me each day.  They let me know everything is all right.  They flutter and peck at my window.  They tell me I am loved.  They let me know they care.  Funny, how I never noticed before.  Funny still, I notice now.  The birds are signs from God.  And, that is a  good thing.  They are HIS love for me and me for HIM....

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Spring is still kicking its heels,
in winters waiting room,
expectations unravel.

The squirrels are too awake,
there is no sign of sleep,
in their glittering eyes.

Magpies peck at a low cast sky,
hunt, for gaps of sunlight.

Charlie, the old man
who chop's his own firewood
died yesterday,

mice have already moved
into his woodpile.



...

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I 
like to 
wear flowers 
in my long tress 
each and every spring 
the robins like 
to nest there 
in my 
hair 

I
always 
leave a crumb 
for them to find 
inside my long braid  
the robins love 
to  peck at   
my plait 
tap 

I 
don't mind 
their flutter 
nor happy trill 
lost in their concert 
I just stand still 
as they play  
with my 
hair  

2/19/2022

Springtime Ninette Contest...

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Glide through the sky as the eagle

and soar past the clouds like the jay

Swim through the sea like a penguin

And splash like a duck in the bay

Hoot to the moon like an owl

For everyone now is forewarned

Yet the crows continue there chatter

And the chickens peck at there corn

A days work is done

The night time is over

And the loop is growing long

Though separate they sound retched

Together they build a song...

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Mammals shed their hair;
Birds prune and feather their nests;
Snakes crawl out of skins.

Lions stalk their prey.
While birds peck at blades of grass,
Black widows weave webs.

Worker bees work hard;
They make honey from nectar.
Drones eat, mate and die.

Azaleas blooming—
Black widows weaving their webs;
Good-bye silk flowers.

Hungry hate hunting—
Love’s lone lamb looks luscious;
Faith favors freedom....

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You flounce
as if you were an ostrich fan
all fluffed up on the page
waving at posterity.
I nibble at your chicken livers,
occasionally
swing from your bell-ringing images
that dare to delight me,
but you peck at words too much
and those long pauses
when you take a bow
are tedious.
Sorry to see that you are dead,
when you were alive
reviewing your work
was a lot easier,
now I have to praise you
just to show I care.
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Snow Birds
Written: by Miracle Man
January 2, 2021

Chickadees, Finches, Cardinals and Wren,
at peace with each other neath our Pecan tree.
Unaware of size, or color, as it is with men,
each seemingly content at just being free.

The snow is covering their choice of meal,
but they live the role God intended for each.
But like social injustice that many men feel,
they peck at something that lies out of reach.
...

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