Birds Poems
MEEP MEEP
by Kevin Schroeder
MEEP MEEP
In the dark where shadows creep,
The woodcocks call with a peep
Meep Meep
Seductively doing their dance,
That puts you in a trance,
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A Bang Up Sunset
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gold birds at sunset
gliding ribbons of color
crowned by falling night
Far off visions in blooms lure
Beneath red firecracker stars
Cream moon's following
with determined velvet light
aiding dusky plight
Cherry red before they bed
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Awaiting
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
pure buds everywhere
it's the first of sunny spring
March holds its fresh breath
keen for wild soon days
when gold sun passes the stars
and hues light the hours
expectancy lust
striking beauties are coming
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The Blue-bird
by Alexander Wilson
WHEN winter's cold tempests and snows are no more,
Green meadows and brown-furrowed fields reappearing,
The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore,
And cloud-cleaving geese to the Lakes are a-steering;
When first the lone butterfly flits on the wing;
When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing,
Oh then comes the blue-bird, the herald of spring!
And hails with his warblings the charms of the season.
Then loud-piping frogs make the marshes to ring;
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Down Blackberry Lane
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Tangled and lovely, hot and dusty,
And exotic blooms wild and lusty;
And days are fine like old wine,
And bluejays are there to dine.
Throaty warbling amid the trees--
Is wafted by the silent breeze.
This lane leads to Farmer McCain
And his wheat fields of grain!
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MEEP MEEP
by Kevin Schroeder
MEEP MEEP
In the dark where shadows creep,
The woodcocks call with a peep
Meep Meep
Seductively doing their dance,
That puts you in a trance,
......
Lasting Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green days like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
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Cock Robin's Song
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a capable, urban professional, quite eagerly living the high life;
Like pink robin, of the saffron noon zenith, afore shadows bloom rife.
My daily work was very challenging, and it allowed me to be creative;
Like the generous stains of colors, which to changing skies, are native.
Since things were going well, with few issues, I believed I was happy,
Like sunbeam roses. Yet, often heard were the words, 'Make it snappy!'
Freshwater pearls free-fell from clouds, in a June of flavorful cherries;
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My sweet Canary
by Saleh Ben Saleh
My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
I feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.
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The hummingbird made me wonder
by Saleh Ben Saleh
A bird was humming,
not far away.
In search of nectar,
in midst of May.
I looked from yonder,
at beating wings.
A sight of wonder,
in early spring.
A little bird,
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