Short Pheasants Poems
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It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
with the mild pheasants' song ...
but now I feel the northern wind's blast—
its severe weather strong.
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long!
And I, because of my momentous wrong
now grieve, mourn and fast.
Bring pheasants bring cartwheels
Bring dark hallowed halls
Bring the quiet whisper
Whom no one thought to call
Bring a lamp
A can
A crucifix
Someone to lean against
Bring my mother
My son
In the dark and disorder
I won't go on alone
Without a home.
The rest of us
could never compete
Roosters strut
sadly behind
with unnoticed
orange hackles
Pheasants scratch
at the dirt
He ruins rainbows
with feathered ego
and metallic iridescence
We all guffaw
because we don’t know
what to do
Turquoise plumage
always wins
While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom
A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance
While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom
A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance
While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom
A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance
The last lunar month rings in the Minor Cold,
The magpies begin to build new nest mold.
Some look for food along the river banks while
Up on treetops others carry wisps of hay to pile.
Wild geese start to fly northward;
Pheasants commence singing from now onward.
Although it is still rigid winter,
The first lunar month of spring approaches nearer
(tran.)
A camouflaged hunters log-
Brought along his faithful dog
Duck, goose, pheasants do hunting
And fish rendition daunting
Cleared blue those skies unallowed
In out round hiding midst clouds
Squawks honking ever so loud
Fearless duck leads them in-crowd
12/2/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Jueju Poetry verse
Snow has spread a canvas
over the forest floor,
and I see how alive
the woods are:
tracks tell the comings and goings
of furry and feathered things.
The foxes have walked on the ridge,
their trail straight with purpose –
unlike the squirrels’ Brownian motion.
The pheasants have printed arrows;
perhaps
I shall follow
their directions -
who knows to what treasure
they may lead?
December 26, 2017
How Long the Night
anonymous Old English Lyric, circa early 13th century AD
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
with the mild pheasants' song ...
but now I feel the northern wind's blast—
its severe weather strong.
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long!
And I, because of my momentous wrong,
now grieve, mourn and fast.
Originally published by Measure
Spring is in the air
The birds are tweeting like they just don't care
How much noise they make because
They are out of winter's cold and dangerous jaws
The temperature is warm and pleasant
All kinds of animals are coming out, such as pheasants
People are going outside to play
With toys and bikes and water guns that spray
It's a wonderful time of year
And everyone is filled with cheer
Because spring is in the air
Oh yes, spring is in the air