The chickadees cheers for her to sing a story.
Twilight Zone
Twilight Zone
Feb 24, 2014

The chickadee flies around a little girls head.
Her hair hangs down her back like a rope.
A blade of grass tied around her braid.
The chickadees cheers for her to sing a story.
She won't turn around to acknowledge
the little token of friendship behind her.
The chickadee combs his claws in her hair.
The ribbon spins down and the party begins.
She stares at the setting sun to make it rise.
Her tank top helps her pretend she's strong.
Summer needs to enter the stage of snow.
Her soul is a bottle where she stores dreams.
All the clouds travel to earth in the winter.
The weight of the world is only winter.
The chickadee is the joy of winter.

Still dark.  Two small chickadees
Karen Dick
Karen Dick
May 27, 2010

Blue winter morning
Still dark.  Two small chickadees
on a snow-covered branch

(c) White Mountain Publications 2009
Megan
Megan
Feb 14, 2014

i long
for your arm
perched on my shoulder
like how a bird perches on it's home.
i want to be a safe place for you
i want to be a home,
not your home
but a home.
someplace where
you can perch
i can stay put, with you
and we can sit.
so my dear
chickadee
don't fly away.
just perch.

Doug Potter
Doug Potter
Dec 27, 2016

These winter days go one by one
and seldom does much happen;

yesterday my cat murdered and ate
a chickadee on the deck and the blood

and snow mixture left a pattern
similar to what a painting of

Vincent Van Gogh’s severed ear
might look like on fresh linen.

I let the killer inside, she licked
her paws--curled on my lap.

Joe Butler
Joe Butler
Feb 10, 2011

There is a blue chickadee
Staring down at me
He is perched above me
To my right
Behind a neon glow worm
And a green ball guy named Ralph

He is unblinking
Relentless in his vigil
The queen of the universe
Did set him there
To keep watch o'er me
Though she will
Take him down from his post
To have him dance for her
On occasion

His gaze is kindly
And knowing
This emissary of the queen
When I catch his eye
He reminds me of her magic
And her care for me
Her loyal subject

And
Did I mention
He's just a cute little blue chickadee
So how could I object
To his watching over me?

After all
We all need a reminder
That
There is magic everywhere
Around us
If only we open our eyes
And take a look.

Long live the Queen of the Universe! :)
Black-capped chickadees
Robert Ronnow
Robert Ronnow
Aug 9, 2015

Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.

Black-capped chickadees
cheerful and truthful expression
grouped in platoons, sharing the point.

The tribes travel together
first finches, then chickadees
following the squirrels every morning.

What luxury, abundance! Handful after handful
of grass seed thrown, into wind.
The corn ripe and the rye with it.

The other main families: pines, roses, peas,
lilies, daisies, heath, birch and oak.
Maple, honeysuckle, pink, mustard, cypress, mint, olive,
      buckwheat, primrose, willow, buttercup, saxifrage,
      snapdragon, cactus.

Truth may be ascertained by considering
the truth we feel, the truth we're told,
the truth we reason, and the truth we've seen.

It is so good to be a chickadee.
To tell the truth cheerfully and joyfully.
In a way that makes others want to live.

www.ronnowpoetry.com
#truth   #hands   #mind   #flower   #black   #joy   #trees   #family   #rose   #birds  
brooke
brooke
Jan 17, 2013

Her hair is
molasses on
the table

(c) Brooke Otto
SomethingRascal
SomethingRascal
Jun 9, 2015

I enjoyed my cake, thanks.
Actually it came in the form of a rootbeer float,
&& i took it in by my self.

I noticed the chicka-dee-dee on the fence,
as I listened to a timepiece from another era.
It fiddled with the butt from a cigarette long since smoked,
and i wondered if it was hungry, or just trying to catch a buzz.

He set it down, i leaped to action,
Threw the butt away, && returned to my seat.
Thought the loud chirping was directed towards me,
but of course he was getting laid in the rafters over yonder.

The significance? Not,
but if only to break the silence
between lovers long since broken apart.
Fresh laughter, lightness, and.. and..
Long, long pause, and return to silence.

jeffrey robin
Aug 17, 2015

It's time to cut the bullshit

And take the FINAL PRODUCT


DOWN TOWN !

//

/////

we live in the alleyway under the el - tracks

In the darkest city

Where no humans dwell

                                                            ( just us robotic imitations

                                         In human form   )

||

we fuck like Ken & Barbie

& pretend that Someday

We'll pretend to play       House

//

And that we are real

And that we know love

//

We worship Idols

we abuse  the Sacred

We abuse each other

We write poems about it !

//


//

( which I find very strange  )

::

::

come on

It's time to cut the bullshit

REALITY AINT BAD !

it's that time girl

to take the FINAL PRODUCT

DOWN TOWN !

Kelly Weaver
Kelly Weaver
Jun 28, 2016

I saw a bird once with broken wings

It just sat there, it would hop and sing

I thought one day I would help the bird

But I am no doctor

Her wounds were much too deep to heal

She hadn’t eaten a single meal

Her wings were smashed and bruised and crushed

I am no doctor.

Her wings could never be restored

But I had found what I was looking for

A beautiful creature in need of me

I am no doctor.

I’ll heal the bird and let it rest

I promise I will do my best

I’ll even make her a little nest

For I am no doctor.

I’ll make the bird feel nice and loved

Even though I can’t fix her wings

For my day is made solely

When I hear the little bird sing

I wrote this for my (ex)girlfriend
#metaphor   #bird  
 
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