30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

Goodness knows-26

She thinks you're wonderful.
very caring.
I feel sorry for her future journey,
to discover
you're really an almighty arsehole,
totally controlling.​
 
Goodness knows-28

In this prison hospital bed
do they not realise that
these drug induced dreams
bring me my freedom?
Together we walk the fields again,
through the seasons of memories
when we two were everything.

One day soon I'll slip beyond
this sleep, and join you once more,
on the other side where dreams
come true and prison bars
no longer cage my wings.
 
Goodness knows-29

As I grow old and memories
slip from my mind like quicksilver,
I still remember you.

Yet your memories are not
the same as mine.
Now you recall events
that I have lost somewhere.

Things that I was so sure about,
now change from your perspective
and all that I was, or thought I was,
is lost.
 
Goodness knows-30 Double Acrostic

This is finally the end of the road
Hallelujah! I have made it again!
Each day striving to beat the deadline.
.........................................................
Endlessly seeking, not finding a theme
Now I can relax with a relieved sigh.
Demand met by supply, sanity intact.
 
2017-1-1

The Otherside

On the otherside of
a dismal year
a brilliant sun shines
on new white snow.
Time to strap on skis
and follow the dogs
across the Escarpment
before tomorrow's rain
turns the world to ice.
 
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2017-1-2

Winter Birds


If you build it they will come
although in this case, it should be
hang it, as the feeders are prebuilt
and the hooks have been up for years.
When filled, the sunflower and niger seed silos
and the suet cage, are a magnet for local avifauna.

Sparrows – White-throated, Tree and House
Finches – American Gold, Purple and House
Woodpeckers – Hairy, Downy and Redbellied
Nuthatches, Red and White breasted
Dark-eyed Juncos, Black-capped Chickadees
Northern Cardinals, Mourning Doves,
Blue Jays, Starlings, sometimes a Cooper’s Hawk,
often a pesky squirrel and more.

Our back porch deck and kitchen window
come alive in the dead of winter.
 
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2017-1-3

Wind of Change

Blizzard’s coming
Blizzard's in the wind
Wind brings fury
Wind brings snow
Snow covers all
Snow blinds eyes
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide shut
Shut your mouth
Shut the door
Door into warm
Door out to cold
Cold as a nun’s cunt
Cold as a witch’s tit
Tit for tat
Tit-illation overdose
Overdose of ennui
Overdose of opium
Opium for the masses
Opiation mainline Facebook
Facebook forever
Facebook for free
Free to friend
Fee to be right
Right now, I’m nervous
Right now, looks bad
Bad ass mother
Bad times all what’s left
Left now sinister
Left out in the rain
Rain hard falling
Reign for Trump
Trump suit changed
Trump’s now diamonds
Diamonds trump spades
Diamonds for never
Never saw it coming
Never’s now dear
Deer yarding in cedars
Dear ones hunkered down
Down in goose feathers
Down for the count
Count down days
Count your curses too
Too many obstacles
To find real change
Change for a rest
Change for peace
Peace
Rest
 
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2017-1-4

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Black-capped Chickadee

Elegantly attired in
Its black cap, white bib,
grey back and tail, and
white underparts with
pale yellow to rusty flanks,
this bird is seldom solitaire,
and almost always found in flocks.
It seems there is no recognized
group name for chickadees,
a gossip might be appropriate
as they are constantly
chick-a-dee-dee-deeing
with their cronies and at
us if the feeder is low.
They are very friendly and will
sit in your hand to take a seed
although you may be left with
post-digestive remains.​
 
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2017-1-5

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Dark-eyed Juncos

Each winter, flocks of
dark-eyed juncos fly south
from the Boreal to winter here.
Nattily attired in their dark grey
top coat contrasting with
white breast and tail,
they scurry on the ground
gleaning fallen seeds
before flitting off with a
flash of white tail feathers.


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Come fall, some birds travel far
crossing continents and sea.
But Dark-eyed Juncos are short
haul flyers and stop here to overwinter,
just a few flaps down from the Boreal.

They scurry on the ground as
they glean seeds from windswept fields
and those which drop from our
feeder.

They dress formally in a dark grey
top coat which stands out against
their white breast and tail feathers,
which flash as they flit off to the next
feeder.
 
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2017-1-6

Perhaps if

Perhaps if, my niece had insisted my nephew
stay over that night, as he'd had too much to drink
a tragic accident could have been avoided.

Perhaps if, you hadn't come home early, you
wouldn't have discovered us in bed together
and our marriage might have limped on.

Perhaps if, we had stayed together, his childhood
would have been nearly normal
and so would he.

Perhaps, yet in the infinite universe of perhaps
there is no final resolution, only lingering
guilt.
 
2017-1-7
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The Belly of the Red-bellied Woodpecker

The Belly of the Red-bellied Woodpecker
is basically white, although a small
ventral red patch is sometimes visible.
They have a distinct red cap and may be
confused with the Red-headed Woodpecker
whose head is entirely crimson and may also
be distinguished by the all white wing patches
on the latter. The Yellow-bellied Sapsucker
also has a red cap but a different bill and a black
bib with a pale yellow wash on the breast.

The Pileated Woodpecker also has a red cap but
with a distinct crest and is much larger with a solid
black back and underparts. It was probably the
inspiration for Woody, the cartoon woodpecker.

Good to know someone can get a laugh out of this.
 
2017-1-8

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Shakepeare's Scatterlings

Even at their best, the European
Starling is not overly attractive but
in winter, they are downright frumpy
with white spots covering their dark
and glossy summer feathers.

They come in groups but not
enough to make a murmuration
and focus on the suet block,
leaving the seeds to others,
maximising calories to get them
through the long cold night..

Like most of us, they come
from across the pond, with
100 brought to New York
by a Shakespeare aficionado
as they're mentioned in Henry IV.
Like the Shakespeare lovers who
brought them, starlings have
flourished in America and
are a most common 'song'bird.​
 
2017-1-9

Empty Hours

The dogs howl at the too bright
moon shining on winter snow
shattering my fitful sleep
as a north wind blows
arctic cold deep
into my
core.

The empty hours of the
long winter’s night are
no longer filled with
peaceful dreams
and restful
slumber.

A tandem of twitchy muscles
and a restless mind
deny any chance
of finding
rest.

Only emptiness remains
a searing vacuum
which drains all
intent.

Leaving only tired
homilies of lost
promises.

And memories
forgotten
 
2017-1-10

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Finches of Colour (1)

I’m not sure why a bird which
Roger Tory Peterson described
as “dipped in raspberry juice”
is named a Purple Finch.
Perhaps, what with Cardinals,
Tanagers, Blackbirds and all,
the nomenclaturists felt it
was time for a different colour.
But the charms of this bird
and its kissing cousin, the
House Finch which visit us
brighten grey winter days.
 
2017-1-11

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Finches of Colour (2)

The male American Goldfinch
shines brightest in spring and
summer, although, they're bright
yellow rather than gold. Their
colour tarnishes after nesting
but they remain a cheerful bird
glinting across the grey sky as
they call and flit, from bush to
feeder and back again.
 
2017-1-12

Slippery Sole on Ice

Each time we get a good snow,
it’s followed by rain which
turns the world to ice.

I find myself, stepping
cautiously as I slowly follow
the dog’s freeform dashes
down suddenly treacherous
forest paths.

Ever so careful here, baby
steps, lest my feet suddenly
slide out on me and it’s
back to black.
 
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2017-1-13

The Life of my Story

You were my muse, my font of
inspiration, my deepest thirsts
quenched in your artesian flow.
Then the flow stopped and our
story ended but life goes on.
 
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2017-1-14

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Nuthatches of Colour

Nuthatches don’t really hatch nuts,
but get their name for wedging nuts
and seeds in crevices in tree bark and
whacking them to hatch the seed.
Both White- and Red-breasted
frequent our feeders and in this
case really can be identified by
the colour of their breasts.
They often hang upside
down as they creep
along our clothes-
line pole to get
some suet.

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2017-1-15

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Northern Cardinal

For me, Cardinal is the Redbird
not a Bishop or baseball team.
The males retain their brilliant
red throughout the winter bringing
colour to grey and snowy days,
while the females have a more
conservative yet still elegant plumage.
And as the sun passes mid-winter,
the males assume position in the cedars
staking out their territories with their
shrill tweets and whistles, heralding
warmer days to come.​
 
2017-1-16

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Blue Jay

This handsome bird is easily identified
by its striking blue top, banded tail,
white underbody and raucous calls.
They accept seeds from feeder and
ground but truly appreciate suet.
Like its cousins the crows, Blue Jays
are tricksters and often mimic hawk calls,
perhaps to clear the feeder.
At times, however, they’re too clever
for their own good and we’ll find
a bundle of blue feathers on
the ground and see a fat
Cooper’s Hawk in the
bush out back.​
 
2017-1-17

Roses and Artichokes

Lucile Vasconcellos Langhanke might have been an opera singer.
Mary Astor could be a sexy movie star with class and attitude.
Frederick Austerlitz might have run a delicatessen
Fred Astaire would sing and dance across the sage.
Betty Joan Perske might have clerked in a drug store
Lauren Bacall could upstage Bogart.
Marion Robert Morrison might have played football
John Wayne could rule the range.
Norma Jeane Mortenson might have taught school
Marilyn Monroe could catch an updraft.
Robert Zimmerman might have been an entomologist
Bob Dylan would go from folk to Nobel.
It’s all in the name.
 
2017-1-18

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Hairy or Downy?

These look-alike cousins are feeder junkies
maingulleting sunflower seeds and suet.
Both are studies in black and white, with
a red patch on the head of adult males.
The Hairy is the bigger of the pair and
has a relatively longer beak but it’s
easiest to distinguish them when
they are together, side by each.​
 
2017-1-19

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Mourning Dove

A modest but graceful bird, delicate brown to
buffy-tan on top and lighter often pinkish below.
They may be named for their plaintive calls
but I think they also mourn for their distant
cousin, the passenger pigeon, driven to
extinction by hunting and habitat change.
Although they too are hunted, these doves
have flourished in their newly opened world
moving northward, even into Canada.

Each winter, the females and young move
south, but some brave males remain
foraging for seeds beneath our feeders,
enduring cold and frostbite to stake an
early claim on a breeding territory
where, come spring their soft
cooOOoo-woo-woo-woooo
will have novice birdwatchers
scurrying in search of diurnal owls.
 
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