Bird Poems
The Slick City Streets
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Recent rain has fallen on the slick city streets,
And redbird has suddenly abandoned the fast life!
Downtown still throbs with the city's heartbeats,
Like vast fields, in the time of red butterflies.
Varicolored and ever-changing, as untamed nature,
In its endless movement, charm, sights and sounds,
As sleek cars whiz past, carrying a hint of danger,
In a merry watery world, which vibrancy surrounds.
Adrift
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
noon heat, pink robin
swinging in his blooming tree
whistling wind and song
Orange-utan
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in lush deep green woods
wearing amber coat so gay
as vivid birds sing
A Wonderful Bird Is The Pelican
by Dixon Lanier Merritt
A wonderful bird is the pelican
His bill can hold more than his belican
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week
But I'm damned if I see how the helican
Little Bird in the Rain
by Author Reinvented
A little bird sings out in the rain,
Fully, deeply, it has much to say,
The sky is crying,
Neither with joy nor sorrow,
And the bird keeps singing
A song of tomorrow
A bird is singing,
It has lots to say,
......
Little Bird in the Rain
by Author Reinvented
A little bird sings out in the rain,
Fully, deeply, it has much to say,
The sky is crying,
Neither with joy nor sorrow,
And the bird keeps singing
A song of tomorrow
A bird is singing,
It has lots to say,
......
Way Up North
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.
She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
As the sun perches redly in the mahogany west, in its hour of dusky smolder.
Cherry was used to my frequent griping, like flowers are accustomed to rain,
Bringing chaos along with sweet relief, like wisdom that can come from pain.
I lived in a small town in southern Alabama, and it was the place I was born,
......
Golden Fleeting Time
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
On a cloudless, sapphire sky afternoon, frosty and cold,
Yesterday's snowflakes sparkle, awash in sunshine gold,
Redbird sings from its powdery tree, on the white lawn,
With deepest of regrets, that all the flowers have gone.
Scarlet sunset will be coming soon, red roses in the sky,
The golden hands of the clock, always lead to goodbye.
Laughter from a distance, there is sledding on Plum Hill,
Just a short amount of time, from pearl moonlight thrill.
Adrift
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
noon heat, pink robin
swinging in his blooming tree
whistling wind and song
Red Pompadour
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
burgundy colored
looking to indigo skies ~
flight in deep shadows
