Starling Poems

They flow out of a pocket of sky,
a door in the air no one saw
until dark wings shower
over our heads.

Their plumage has a metallic sheen,
as if they were made in parts,
in some elvish workshop, their wings
hammered on last.
Wings that talk...Read More

The little fellow was close to death.
His two pet birds, as usual, began
to sing together.

Toward the end the starling fell silent,
but the canary
(being puffed up with its own nature),
sung the more loudly.

Exhausted by the noise
he threw his powdered wig at...Read More

In uniform vision flight of angled 
depth and precision.

The breakfast being cooked outside 
on the roof, in a tree, on a bush with 
no emissions! 
The squeaks and bubbles and hisses - 
these sounds you may well miss.
In the blink...Read More

To the Ends of the Earth 

Like a glossy starling flying away 

Lost in a group of chaos 

Always knowing the path. 

 


November 27, 2019
To the Ends of the Earth
Edward Ibeh
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Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache 
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she 
never wanted keeps invading her reality,...Read More

mynah birds starling
group are not natural speakers
but they can be taught


2019 September 13
howmanysyllables
5-7-5

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The sun casting
a honey glaze
over the landscape
caressing the cool morning
hues of blue
to brilliant greens
deep and rich in tone


A scent of earthy musk
filling my lungs - 
my chest heaving for
the pleasing effects
that grace such beauty
this mid-August morning


Goldfinches are vocal 
this morning...Read More

Wonder if there is a world
where there is leaves but know trees
Where skies replace the seas
Turning wonder sarcastic with a won derrr
Taking a word from this sentence and using it to
form the start of the next
Elephants with giraffe necks
Startling the...Read More

                           Soaring above the pure blue sky
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BEAUTIFUL SADNESS

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows
brown and sear.”   William C. Bryant

Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No breath seems to touch her...Read More

Squeaks shrieks and whistling chirps
mixed with mimicry, colourful
spotted speckled iridescent darlings

Pixilated torturous waves at dusk
mesmerising murmurations escaping the day 
starlings, self-pursued sardines of the sky  
flowing contorting distorting, fly.
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The splashes of the flowing milk and honey
Are the intricate rhythms of nature
As night falls to usher the break of dawn,
Mr. Kingfisher goes fishing by the lake
And Dr. Starling stares all night long at the stars
Whilst Mrs. Woodpecker pecks at...Read More

A bard is like a bird,
A violet starling,
He sings out every word,
Is everyone's darling;

My favourite colour 
Is that of royalty, 
I chose it, no wonder, 
To show my loyalty;

A violet starling, 
My poet's avatar, 
He's in PS singing 
All that...Read More

It was a day of gray windy spins and rolls
 howling through the mighty naked oaks
where cold and rain fell to ice laden shiverings
 and a wall of white stormed in
to pierce the air and blind the eye;
 
piercing rays...Read More

(1)   starlings dodging a blue hole

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                                     berries plump and...Read More

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream
What...Read More

One day I noticed a starling had flown into the shop and was trapped there. It could not see how to fly back outside. Every time I tried to approach the bird to capture it to take it back outside...Read More

haiku
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a fledgeling starling
came to the pond to quench thirst
a koi carp jumped
-
no butterflies
a white tailed bumblebee queen
mint moths abundant
-
hen blackbird
feeding newly hatched chicks
wasps succumbed to rain
-
flower fly hovers
over greater speedwell
forget-me-not blooms
-
midges chance their luck
my white lilac turned to seed
bird cherries...Read More

Plucked from Shakespeare 
and plopped in Central Park,
Sturnus vulgaris, the mimic,
conquered New York.

It made it there,
You know it made it everywhere;

The continental stage stolen.

And here on my fence amid this tragedy
To be   blessed with a modicum of bliss;

The...Read More

A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun and blot out the Spring’s...Read More

What I want is 
He should be cute
But not mute

What I want is
He should be fire 
But should not create any kind of disaster 

What I want is 
He should be clear
Without being in any kind of fear

What I want...Read More

Fueled by atmospheric ecstasy
Into ethereal regions' mystery,
  Tilting wings cavalierly,
  Bridging Heaven and Earth,
  Gliding gracefully.

Falcon, sky-hawk, hoopoe, finch
Starling, sparrow, blue-jay, Grinch;
  What matter the appellation?
  The feeling's the same---
  Incessant ceaseless sensation

Jealous we...Read More

HAIKU - WINTERS TRIBULATIONS

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bold... the jenny wren
brazenly makes itself heard
twelve grams of pleasure
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the starling mimics
its feathers dusted heaven
iridescent hues
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ornithologists
bird watchers, spotters, twitchers
bird carers all
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o the winter cold
fingers shrivel... nigh frozen
home... warm... hot achs... thawed
~~~
fickle winter days
hazel bloomed three months early
no...Read More

a starfish
does not shine brightly
its colour blinds
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nightingales sing
enhancing dusk time moments
inviting darkness
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fickle springtime
not halted natural instincts
summertime awaits
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sun glints... melts late frost
ere the north wind...  tis bitter
freezing unsheltered
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ice smooth lakes
succumb... thin ice gone by noon
swans get their heads down
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starling young all fledged
small flocks not gone...Read More