Bird

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FREE TO BE ME

FREE TO BE ME

You can be free if you just try...

You can mount up like an Eagle...

You can soar if that's...

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Make it great, Bert

Some of us have a soul
Instead of a black hole
Where a demon lives,
I was very almost...

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I relished being hungry for...

I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction
blended, diced, fricaseed,
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautΓ©ed,...

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Nature of the Beast

Nature of the Beast

It’s hunger that rides this old crow
Heedless of carrion’s dire woe
Savory as festering...

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Raven Moon

Raven Moon

Grading tis resounded croon
Greedily devouring neon moon
Cryptic malevolent refrain
...

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Cemetery Crows

Cemetery Crows

Ashen tis parched loam
Moonbeams on starkness roam
Across valleys as corvid fly
Rush...

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Inking flight mode muse

Inking flight mode muse

As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink upon ink
Coal black as every poet's ink, hue upon hue...

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For Astrid Wren, My Little...

For Astrid Wren, My Little Bird ..

Now you are here
we just can’t
take our eyes of you ..
Yes you, and your
big...

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Fibonacci Poem - The Crows

Fall
Crows
They fall
Like angels
With shadow colored
Wings that send...

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Haiku - Footsteps

a dove feather falls
white symbol of hope and love
touches your footsteps

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Haiku - Magpies Caw

magpies caw
for their comrade
laying still in grass

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Nightingale

based on Baker Street's the nightingale song

Nightingale

Ebon cloaks celestial sky
Jubilant tis nightingale cry
Echoes amid emerald terrain
...

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Fragments Of White Roses

Torn to pieces by famished birds
A bed of white roses
The creamy petals violated by beaks and...

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The Tree Nest

feathers on the sticks

The Tree Nest

I saw a bird trembling with the cold,
building a tree nest in the rose bush
dry leaves and...

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A field day shoe fit for...

A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose

Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering
helter skelter to get...

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Robin

Robin

intrepid little warrior
stoutly dressed
the guise of spring
blazoned on his chest...

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The Canary

The Canary

When my uncle bought me a gift, it was something I had to bury.
When I opened his Christmas present...