Re: bird Poems/Poetry

More Edward Lear:

Owls are plentiful. Flights of grey gregarious gaggling grisogorous geese adorn the silver shining surface of the softly sounding sea.

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There was an Old Man with a beard,

Who said "It is just as I feared! -----

Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,

Have all built their nests in my beard!"

...will have to go get the dictionary now, to look up 'grisogorous' - what a great word.

Birds and the Watchers.

With extended eyes we search the Skies

we peer into reeds just to see what lies

Oh feathered friend we gladly seek

from roughened collar to neck so sleek

a glimpse of tale a silhouette

a falcon swoop, the Avocet

A warbler flitters from branch to branch

A robin sings at every chance

from common to vagrant a chance to spy

a Grebe dance, a Swallow Fly

How dull a world without these sights

for the future joys we all must fight.

R.Smith 2009

Hi Lindybird, have spent an eternity looking for 'grisogorous' but with no luck. As you no doubt know, Edward Lear was renowned for making up his own words in his 'nonsence verse'  so I presume you have just found one.

I had forgotte about 'The Old Man with a beard'. Thanks for bringing it to mind again.

Robin, that is truly beautiful and so apt. Thank you.

I can't find it either, but was surprised as it actually sounds like a 'real' word, doesn't it. Shall have to see if I can include it in a conversation with someone, to impress!!

Loved the poetry, Robin, very much in the mood for birding.

More great poems!! Thanks all! I've got one of Edward Lear's books, will have another look through it!

Love your poem Robin! Beautiful!

Hi there

I thought I would open up this thread for people to add their poems once more

By the way there are some super ones on this thread that I have enjoyed reading a lot

I made this one up about the ringed Ouzel yesterday (never written a poem in my life)

The title is "Mr R Ouzel"

Dear R Ouzel
You are a friend, and a beauty
So near to a true friend to hold dear
It is our duty
To hold you forever near
It is in our mind
Forever you are with our souls
As to see your face is so kind
Sometime we made it our role
To keep you with us forever.
Would make us so clever
So we must love you so, our feathered friend.

Regards

Kathy and Dave

Blackbird

Hi there

I thought I would open up this thread for people to add their poems once more

No point in doing this, blackbird. The moderators have set up Poetry Corner in the Community Central forum for our poetry. You are just confusing things.

Now its been moved to the Poetry Corner, it can be added to once more!

Like your poem to Mr R Ouzel, Blackbird!

Thankyou,  Lindybird for your kind comments about my Mr R Ouzel poem.

Can you direct me to the poem corner as I feel I will contribute a lot more poems yet!

Please post the link here

Regards

Kathy and Dave

Sorry, Blackbird,  I'm not a techie person & don't know how to tell you a link, but all you have to do is to go to the Forums which are in the yellow band at the top of the page, then from there choose "Community Central Page" & click on that - then click on Poetry Corner.

Hi Lindy

Sorry overlooked your answer - found the area for poetry

Thank you for keeping me straight.

Now I see where we are as my thread has been added where it should be in this poetry corner.   It has been a valid thread since I joined last August/September 2009

So I will post now on here as per normal

Love to hear others poems once more

Regards

Kathy and Dave

Lindybird

Sorry, Blackbird,  I'm not a techie person & don't know how to tell you a link, but all you have to do is to go to the Forums which are in the yellow band at the top of the page, then from there choose "Community Central Page" & click on that - then click on Poetry Corner.

THE CUCKOO

O the Cuckoo she's a pretty bird,
She singeth as she flies,
She bringeth good tidings,
She telleth no lies.

She sucketh white flowers
For to keep her voice clear,
And the more she singeth cuckoo
The summer draweth near.                Anon   (traditional)

PROUD SONGSTERS

The thrushes sing as the sun is going,
And the finches whistle in ones and pairs,
And as it gets dark loud nightingales
        In bushes
Pipe, as they can when April wears,
   As if all Time were theirs.

These are brand-new birds of twelve-months' growing,
Which a year ago, or less than twain,
No finches were, nor nightingales,
     Nor thrushes,
But only particles of grain,
   And earth, and air, and rain.
                                                             Thomas Hardy

Hi Lindybird

Glad to see that my poem thread is up and about once more {huge smile}

Lindybird: Thank you for your lovely poems - especially love the first one that you have sent.

It just shows that words can mean so much and if you do not see the bird it describes, it makes it more interesting to get across to the reader.

Regards

Kathy and Dave

Hi Kathy

One poem that I have loved since way back is Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Lady Of Shalott .

Below is a link to a reading by Michael Hordern. If you eight minutes to spare turn on the speakers, close your eyes and sit back and enjoy.... 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VICkfljG4HQ

Robert