Short Pheasant Poems

lone ring neck
i remember when 
you were plentiful...

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Golden-red pheasant
Glistening the morning sun,
Foraging delight....

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Autumn and the leaves
are crisp in the swirling air.
Pheasant wings everywhere



Donal Mahoney...

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Pheasant Wings


Autumn and the leaves,
crisp in the swirling air, are
pheasant wings once more


Donal Mahoney...

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Pheasant egg in celery sauce
Pamesan custard
Suet crusted lamb pudding
Herby sage rosti
Apple and cider
Jelly tart
Smart !...

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Roast pheasant in cider sauce
Wood pigeon salad
Parmesan crusted chicken
with Baked chicory
Sweet apple brulee
Bon-bons and
Beer!...

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Burnished pheasant,
Repulsed by noon's bright sunshine,
Rasping brazenly,
Calls the plump hens to his side...
Hurry to him, concubines....

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Sweet corn & haddock chowder
Onion millefeuille
Pheasant breast in mushroom sauce
Poppy seed bread roll
with fennel butter
Plat au jour
d'hui...

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I saw a frightened argus pheasant 
fall out of a cloudless sky crashing
into my limpid pool
kids thought that was so cool
ah, but for him it wasn't too pleasant...

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footprints in the snow
arrowed track on virgin land  ~
pheasant on the march


16.12.19

Writing Challenge, December- Winter Haiku Or Senryu - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode...

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Anteater’s ideas are absolute.
Buff-cheeked gibbon gives them a toot.
Tree kangaroo throws down a shoot.
Peacock pheasant gives them the boot.
I run away with all of their loot.
I am kind of a robber galoot....

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A literati once told me
    the difference between a peasant
      and a pheasant is only 'H'

  I replied, the difference between
    symbols and cymbals is known only
      by 'a' literati 'ess,' you 'c'
  ~ as I crashed those cymbals in front of he...

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nutmeg subheading
pheasant takes shield from the sun
first trip there this year

crow stares from a branch
listen to steady rain scarce
second cup of joe

Written: June 2nd, 2023


3rd Place Contest Winner


Show Don't Tell, Tell Don't Show Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dilly Dally...

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The sky was an opaque blue,
with small pink clouds dancing through.
The tops of the trees, 
turned to a brilliant green,
as the rising sun blessed them, 
with its golden sheen.
A cock pheasant was sending out,
his early morning call,
thrushes and black birds were singing,
at the wonder of it all.
Dawn is such a wonderous thing,
it makes my heart  glad,
when I hear nature sing....

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Drunk Rhinoceros

Wino 
Rhino

Friendly Bird

Pleasant
Pheasant

Meek as Lambs

Zion's
Lions

Primates' Resort

*Gorilla
Villa

April 21, 2021
for Brian Strand's All Yours (Apr 22) Poetry Contest
(someone pointed out to me that I should use only 2-syllable words, as I should have known, but I will keep gorilla just because I like the sound of it. Thanks to the friend who caught that for me)....

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Out of the gulf came a voodoo child
spawned from the depths of hell,
And cast upon this melting pot
her black magic spell.
And the voodoo child she watches
her dark potion swell
To envelop and engulf the 
poor serf and peasant.
Now the dead of the past 
greet those of the present,
And form their bonds 'neath
the citie's pale crescent.
And the voodoo child she cackles and
twirls her feathers of fowl and pheasant....

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Dry leaves rustle with each step
Noisy autumn here beneath my feet
My golden wood  a wondrous place
Woodpecker's song repeat, repeat...

The stag his antlered crown parades
While gleaning in the harvest fields
The pheasant cock calls his mate
Such small wonders this autumn yields...

The fire draws me to sit awhile
And ponder the passing of the year
How quickly it is autumn's time again
Time to remember and hold it dear...

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The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She's joyously restless though fears in her abound
She's aware of the haughty hounds roaming around
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She knows nature will protect them with love profound
Her eggs will hatch and chicks will fly victory crowned
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She's joyously restless though fears in her abound

22 June 2021...

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another pheasant has mistaken
its frilly pattern with saturn
rings 
           and twitters 
           all its senselessness
silly on the asphalt spangled
foreheads

- ! -
	
and another pheasant has mistaken
pattern with
rings and all atwitter
	senselessness

on the saturn 

- ! -

has foreheads
its senselessness

silly rings 
           spangled pheasant

all its pattern -


             - pheasant pattern


asphalt...

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King Humpty Dumpty sat on a high hill
In Avalon just round the mill
Four story book dragons guarded his place
What went inside no one could tell
Once in a while he would ride to Camelot
When the day was mild and not too hot
Devoid of purpose or any will
 The old King would be ready to kill
A pheasant or any bird in the bush
For one in hand is better than two in the sagebrush
Hail Humpty dumpty the king of the past
The time has come to return at last...

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The peacock struts, it is a sight to see
Spreading a fan of its color with glee
Iridescent tails that are green and blue
Showing off in mating rituals to view
From a member of the pheasant family born
If losing another, like anyone would mourn
As they eat grain, fruit and seeds before flight
Some people don’t know these birds can fly
Often mesmerized by their beauty to the eye

Heidi Sands

10/6/19

Placed 6th in the Writing challenge, October, 2019 Bird...

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Leopard had a secret, he did not dare tell
His power animal was not an easy sell
Feathers and fur do not often mix
He was in a pickle, a jam, a little fix.

His power animal did not have fur.
Or polka dots, and it did not purr.
Pheasant was the power animal he had.
Something dainty, tiny, not big or bad.

Lion had a fierce monster named Ike.
Panther had a bull dog named Spike.
Bear had a bobcat named Devil Mistake.
Leopard’s pheasant was named quiet Jake....

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I lie here in the prairie wind
Covered by grass that has no end
Just a pheasant seeking shelter
From a world that's helter skelter
'Tis the season of guns and dogs
And grown up men in camo togs
I stay as still as I can lie
In hopes the world will pass me by
I hear a gun and words out loud
Announce a kill in words so proud
I see them turn the other way
And I will live another day
This land is mine, I know it well
And men with dogs can burn in hell

2-1-2017...

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The ring-necked pheasant
captured in flight
on a coffee cup
never gets anywhere.

So it is with us.

Continually
the question -- the peaceful
insanity of elevator music.

Which poppy field
are we off to? Will we
shatter wings
or soar like Icarus II, sensing
wind and astonishment;
licking sun-cracked lips
till feathered shadows
paint sidewalks --
moreling the faint pink morning
while the hunter
cups us in gnarled hands
whispering
             we are good....

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For something especially yummy
Try feather soup
It tickles the tummy
And has no musical after effects.

Be careful not to scorch
Your feather soup
Lest you end up on the porch
Waiting for the air to clear.

Chicken feather soup is good for everyday
Turkey feather soup is for the holiday
Pheasant feather soup, as tasty as you please
Pillow feather soup we're sending over seas.

Stir upon occasion
Season to taste
Serve with parsley
And don't tell anyone what it is....

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