Short Pecking Order Poems
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A garden magic
There is an understanding
Between moths and butterflies
Taking turns vital
And wide berth to wasps and bees
A pecking order of sorts
Panic stations
Uneasy the herds where packs rode
Panic stations
Packs close ranks when lone wolf notions
Disrupt the pecking order mode
It's the lone voice that bears the load
Panic stations
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Tongue lashing again,
Life's callous pecking order,
Choked on disrespect
The scourned feel detest,
The lack of gratitude stings,
Respect's a balance
Disrespectful self
Aching inside, the wound raw,
Self-love feels like salt
Crow magpie and dove
Blackbird thrush robin and wren
The pecking order .....
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Lunch ~time at our bird~table ; NOT as we wish , but the reality of how it IS !!..
My tribute to those Alpha sisters,
They can be very scary witches,
Born with really bossy britches,
No need to argue with such shes,
In accord with place in family,
Sister A pecks down the line,
Verse for Alphas, their place and time......
In school, well
at least until the
middle of middle school,
we’d exchanged
Valentine's Day cards.
Even if you were like me
you were bound to come
home with a few cards.
Not that I was Quasimodo,
but I knew my place
in the pecking order,
as those who handed me
a card
'no doubt knew theirs'.
Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched
Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch
Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned
Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
You did not want to play?
into the strength,
of the other.
Wrecking the pecking order,
to become poorer,
giving away your entire height ?
I could live,
without your blasts, O sun,
but I need my moon,
for whole night.
It pervades,
the dark matter, in every pore.
Like gingko tree
I will drop all the pretentions
tonight, and become leafless.
Satish Verma
minimalist words
from Saroyran
visuality
typed
typography
from Riddell
rings
a concrete
bell
Turnbull
the most
intuitive
as the reader
must
participate
the 'unsaid'
space
the
imaginative
bait
&cause
of a
poignant
thought pause
My 'Turnbull 'spaces example
PECKING ORDER
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
Are you sitting on the field of dreams.
The cattle’s running so vans are pulling.
Feel my eye the vision is inside of me.
Come on people stand firm it’s time again.
Fingers holding grace of land.
Pecking order finished so wait for your turn.
Wooden round thing washed again too many times.
Four little sticks what are they for, they going to blow away.
Close those eyes for god’s sake.
Form:
Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!
COPLA CINCUENTA: This Bad Guy World
Favela children see no World Cup
Their dire distress kept under lid:
Sick bodies sour
Watch the kicked ball in a toss up
Fun wars to buttress countries’ bid:
Pecking order
Hearts jump up or sink with each goal
He who works the plot sets the trap:
Hold high the beam
The more the “gods” the less the Soul
Hold high the country lest it flop:
Hollow esteem
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014