Squawks Poems | Examples

Pilgrimage

I sit, this morn, on the bed of
A dried-up rivulet,
Head-bent and full of compunction.
It’s clam-quiet except for the impatient
Squawks above which prompt my heartbeat.
I raise my head, heavy with grief.
Climbers and weevils align in a silent choir,
Singing with precision the lines of a forgotten
Mirth.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning — a time when
Cockcrows are loud enough to wake the dead.
I cringe and slink as I traipse about in the dead woods,
Among the cadavers of river plants, decimated,
Deserted, and vitiated through seasons’ flagrant ebb.
I see shadows that sing with their mouths tightly shut.
Like them all, I, too, am lonesome, and I draw about me
The dry waves of parched waters.
On my lips is a certain prayer — a revised edition of the
Paternoster.
Return, waters, return from the underrocks, I pray thee.
My sorrows are old and fragile.
Hoots and cries and stridulations beseech me.
I have picked my way among paths that
Cuddle the feet in sympathy and soothe
The souls that hide from the earnestness of
Sunrise.
Wash my dry naked feet, O waters,
And grease my palms so cracked from
Endless chafing.

Remorse

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these ‘it might have been’—John Greenleaf Whittier  


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Chicken Splash

The charcoal clouds melt in the scorched sky,
serenading summer drizzle descends  
with the fascinating flotilla in the arid air.

The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun
sparkles in the slant spray of the raindrops,
soaking the singed malachite meadow,
as pristine petrichor exudes in amber ambiance. 

The raindrops cascade in soft musical torrent
in the misty puddle, spreading in my pasture.
I feel the nostalgic delight of my youth return. 

The little pool morphs into glistening ballroom floor
for the aquatic ballet of the rolling rills.
I hear the silent symphony of the melodic past 
in the rhythm of the raindrop dance.

From the barnyard comes a hopping fawn bird,
with spread-out wings flapping in the drizzle
the chicken squawks the tune of waltz for me.

So, I join her doing the feathered twirl,
spinning around together with slippery slide.
I tap my toes as she splatters the muddy water,
bringing back my younger days of joyful chicken splash.

Weary Is My Mind

Weary Is My Mind

I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once, 

never again.

Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .

never again.

The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,

never again.

Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue

For Weary Is My Mind

Sunrise Over the Sea

Morning sunrise breathed light in filagree
burnishing colorful waves across the sea

It delicately wove golden threads of lace
in dawn's sky while it warmed my face

I smiled at the sea's luminous shimmers
as it moved in rhythmic dappled glimmers

The sun's brilliant shades of topaz and maize
seemed to set the sea aflame in a fiery blaze

I watched my footsteps stolen from the sand
by frothy fingers smuggled as contraband 

A flock arrived; their squawks heard as a cheer
The avian's call to breakfast I could plainly hear

Seagulls sang together in a raucous symphony
as dawn in glorious beauty, revealed her litany

They kept watch for light appearing in the East
as the signal it was time for the day's first feast

It was such a wondrous morning upon the cape
as sunlight artfully painted a stunning seascape

Raucous Rude Gallahs

all gathered in flocks
with raucous loud squawks
poised pink-grey Gallahs leap up
smashing the dawn hush
in a scramble rush
to broadcast their rude heads-up

they swoop and chatter
all sundry scatter
as nonchalantly engrossed
uncaring rabble
disturbs the babble
of self-righteous flock utmost

feathered antics

a mockingbird sings
mimicking bird melodies ~
comedic chorus

a hummingbird sips
while vibrant feathers flutter ~
a rapid refresh

a hungry bluejay
squawks and shrieks at the feeders ~
blue feathered bully

a cedar waxwing
quickly steals fresh tree berries ~
flying masked bandit

a barred owl whistles
while camouflaged in a tree ~
a prey stalking pursuit

Prepare for take off

I’m totally transfixed 
I hold my breath 
Tiny fledgling spreads its wings

Twittering parents are watching anxiously
will baby bird fly
I’m totally transfixed

My neighbour’s cat
Is prowling, ready to pounce
I hold my breath

Mother squawks loudly
Danger is now averted
Tiny fledgling spreads its wings

birds are alive

the birds are alive 
busy little group of squawks 
scratching fresh mowed grass

night hunting

night sounds awaken
as eerily shrills echo~
ominous mantra

plumed wings cast shadows
reflecting in the moonlight~
twilight prey tango

birds hidden in nests
quietly guarding fledglings ~
nocturnal mission

a night heron squawks
while motionless in the marsh~
still fishing pursuit

Swarming Highland

Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.

Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.

Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.

Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.

Welcome To the Twilight Zone

I love the sky as twilight falls
A breathtaking sight to behold
As hundreds of birds take to wing

Birds duck and dive, I hear their calls
From lilac skies now tinged with gold
Loud squawks, it's a shame they can't sing!

Beating wings, bird flight never stalls
As skies darken, night's taking hold
I don't want to miss anything

The changing sky always enthrals
I'll stay out until it gets cold
In summer, fall, winter or spring

The setting sun, seabirds in flight
I'll always marvel at this sight

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06/13/23

Excited

The maid busy cleaning the library
by any means necessary.
Jerry and Berry, the Macaw parrots
sitting on their tree perch 
waiting for their tidbits of carrots;
When the maid got closer to the dictionary
with her wooden handle feather duster
They got excited, with  high-pitch squawks,
heads switching side to side,
start fluttering their wings with the warm sun
around her red hair, and
they howler, " Where are our carrots?"

4/30/2023

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Smiles and Coos

Birth
                              O, JOY
                             Baby boy
                        It walks and talks
                  Never screams or squawks
                        It smiles and coos 
                         Makes firm poos
                           Sleeps well ~
                                 Too

Fireworks and Sassafras

A little white soft and cold,
Dewey sky still yet bold,
Silohouette of each cloud gold,
Tips dancing grey and old,

Above peaking yellow sky,
Impatient heads mute and dry,
Grey squawks across and fly,
Crisp breezes tease and die,

Flat presses on frosty glass,
Swirls of heat bricks to pass,
Wisps kissing the sleeping grass,
Dreams of fireworks and sassafras..

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