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

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

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Chickadees pecking for seeds,
Ormond
Ormond
Sep 14, 2012

Fall needles shedding,
Chickadees pecking for seeds,
Shivering larch tree.

as Black-capped Chickadees spring
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Got a strawberry patch with poems in it
young flax, lettuce and corn
worms subterranean with robin eye grit
planter saucer bird bath on tree stump born
yellow iris amongst antonym greens
white sun's beams internally greet
Poppies, cardinal red, bob and stream
on this breezy morning wing
as Black-capped Chickadees spring

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ring is the far wonder of somewhere the chickadees of smooth sweltering dolls with their d
PK Wakefield

do not go there are trees and how many who knows the world is round in Spring and fat in Spring is the far wonder of somewhere the chickadees of smooth sweltering dolls with their dulleyed limp mouths and they don't say a "fucking word"

their chickadees pillows,
Elise
Elise
Nov 12, 2013      Nov 13, 2013

This skin is alive,
but I wish it were rotting
beneath the soil,
roots forming between
my rib cage,
rain draining the blood
from my veins,
birds stealing hair for
their chickadees pillows,
insects burrowing behind
old kneecaps.

This life has no meaning so I give my life to those who could use it.

Six black capped chickadees
KPM
KPM
Aug 4, 2010

Standing on the front porch,
waiting for the early edition,
I am aware of birds all around
bugling the purple robed arrival,
regal foundry casting of a new day.

Six black capped chickadees
harp on each other over
a few grains of millet.

One separates from the others
and perches in a nearby pine,
in his little ruffled way
he seems to say
he wants much more
than his picayunish friends.

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sweet the cherry chickadees sang
CA Guilfoyle
CA Guilfoyle
Sep 1, 2012      Sep 1, 2012

So came the days,
long of summer's winging
sweet the cherry chickadees sang
of June

Grasping leafy ribbons hung,
willowy warm the trees we swung
All the green - the frog soliloquy pond

Fritillaria, frilly forest fronds
grassy mountain meadow paths,
daisy clouds bloomed, swirling past
Wild geese flocked the lake,
dusk too soon alas

August night of seasons end
starry meteors flashed across
velvet black whistling to
a blue moon

and chickadees,
Pepper Smith
Pepper Smith
Nov 28, 2012      Dec 1, 2012

i find you in my hems
and in my hair
i can't believe i let you go there.
traded in my soul,
so i could give you more.
our fears were your fuel,
you were you,
i could not be me.
and your convincing lies,
made me believe that i
should never leave.

your shiny new wheels,
and chickadees,
and all the Ben Franklin's in the world,
can not replace
the woman,
the friend,
you found in me.
i leave you,
pieces
to find,
in your cracks and corners,
where emptiness hides.

MY LITTLE CHICKADEES

O
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Can we be

( In the most Human Sense .... ? )

••

Killing each other -- so !

Hurting each other -- so !

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What GAME ( really )
Are we playing ?



( and )
MY LITTLE CHICKADEES
( will you even dare to answer ? )

It seems like you will go on and on

Pissing on each other's graves !

••

In the LONG SALOON

By the HOTEL GALLOWS

In DUMB FUCK , USA !

••

We are HERE
we have been HERE -  forever

••

In DUMB FUCK , USA

••

Amid the heavens

Lovers

Saints

Playing some GAME

( why ?)

WHO KNOWS !

where my fellow swallows and chickadees
CE Thompson

what would I give to be made a bird
who would fly up,
and up
and up!
up beyond the city lights
and far across the countryside
into the sky and away,
away,
I’d dive between planets
and bathe in the stardust
left behind by calamities
and make something good

I would travel until I met a distant universe
where my fellow swallows and chickadees
would greet me, flapping and flying
twisting and diving to make
the background noise of space.

#freedom   #space   #sky   #spring   #flying   #birds  
 
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