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BABY WOODPECKERS

One of the treasures of our morning walks…as we slowly walk along
is listening to the birds as they wake up and sing their morning songs.

We love walking together…listening to the birds…it’s a great way for our day to start…
as walking exercises our body while those bird songs soothe our hearts.

Over the years…walking in the different

Categories: woodpeckers, animal,
Form: Rhyme

Trees moan in winds

"The earth has music for those who listen." 
- George Santayana.
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The rhythm on tree backs from woodpeckers' knocks,
With rustling of leaves as the trees moan in winds,
The roar of the falls down the hills thrills the flocks,
The whistling of gusts through the space in our minds...

Nature conducts its melody soft yet grand.





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Categories: woodpeckers, care, earth, imagery, music,
Form: Rhyme

Kentucky Woodpeckers

when out birding, woodpeckers are one of my favorite finds
in Kentucky, where i live there are seven different kinds

the smallest is the Downy and they seem to like my suet feeders best
I always see them in a pair so I hope nearby is their nest

next we have the Hairy and its just bigger by a

Categories: woodpeckers, bird,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Woodpeckers in Silence

The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these self-absorbed aesthetes, ye armchair sybarites, consider themselves arbiters of taste and talent, is nothing short of grotesque. And yet, here

Categories: woodpeckers, dark,
Form: Free verse

A Woodpeckers Peck

pinpoint is its strike
persistent is the attack
target mind and heart

Categories: woodpeckers, anxiety,
Form: Free verse

Winter Garden Afternoon

Soon after winter has begun,
when Earth is closest to the sun,
short days lengthen one by one.

Then, through my window’s frosted glaze,
life in God’s garden holds my gaze -- 
blooms of colors burst ablaze!

Jasmine yellows, hellebore pinks,
beautyberry purple-pale inks,
Blue Jay in the bird bath drinks.

Woodpeckers at the suet feed,
a hungry fawn hopes for some seed,
wishing winter

Categories: woodpeckers, color, garden, winter,
Form: Rhyme

Do Woodpeckers Get Headaches

Do you think woodpeckers ever get headaches
Apparently, their skulls are separated from their beaks
They peck 20 times a second
Us guys would explode I reckon
Also, their tongues wrap around their brains, that freaks

Categories: woodpeckers, bird,
Form: Limerick

Please Tell Me Why

Please, tell me why . . . woodpeckers,
Suddenly appear,
Every time, I am near,
Simply said,
They like to peck,
On my head.
On the day that I was born,
The angels got together,
And decided that a dream would never do,
So they sprinkled sardines on my head,
And some roses that are really dead,
And a sleeping bag,
With Bean and Onslow too.
That is

Categories: woodpeckers, rose,
Form: Rhyme

Do Woodpeckers Get Headaches

Do you think woodpeckers ever get headaches
Apparently, their skulls are separated from their beaks
They peck 20 times a second
Us guys would explode I reckon
Also, their tongues wrap around their brains, that's freaky

Categories: woodpeckers, miracle,
Form: Limerick

Ode To My Neighbour the Woodpeckers

By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.

Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared.

From the vertical column sans  a crown of leaves  of rotted dead wood,
Once, which was in its own right a magnificent coconut tree where it stood.

Freshness, splendor, Vitality and flexibility

Categories: woodpeckers, friendship, happiness, life, social,
Form: Rhyme

Woodpeckers Etch Names

Woodpeckers etch names

Leave their marks on great big world

Wood decays away.

 

(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Categories: woodpeckers, animals, introspection, life
Form: Haiku

Red-Cockaded Woodpeckers

a fallen pine log:
        red-cockaded woodpeckers
taps their lost fair well





****The Red-cockaded Woodpecker has less than 1% of its original population. They make their home in mature pine forests, preferably long leaf pine,  which have been drastically reduced due to disease and harvesting. While other woodpeckers bore out

Categories: woodpeckers, nature
Form: Haiku

The Ivory-Billed Woodpeckers Sing,

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh,
"The stars in the heavens would light up the sky.

"If I could just bring
the mountains down low,
Those landforms up high,
Where my trees would grow.

"The drums, cease to roll,
The armor, to rust!
Their hatred to flowers,
Their swords into dust.

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry,
"Our homes had a place way up

Categories: woodpeckers, animals, death, life, nature,
Form: Free verse