Jazzy Woodpecker

[Mos_Chillin]

A woodpecker that lives somewhere near

has taken up an odd habit.

It flies around to various metal

objects and taps out it's

once-wooden staccato beat.

 

A small aluminum plate attached to

a telephone pole, 3492234765,

is the tinny high-hat, then

a quick flight across to the road "T" sign

for a 10-minute slam

of the mid-cymbal range,

so off it must be jazz.

 

I get out my drum, laughing

and begin to play along

Flickerbird with Ashiko accompaniment.

 

The little bird seems to prefer

the 10-12 fast beats

with a 16-20 beat spacing.

Soon, he flies away.

I set down my drum,

thinking the show is over.

 

Then:

From the huge steel powerline supports

above my property,

I hear the structurally amplified

and familiar rat-tat-tat-tat!

For the phonic finale:

amazing reverberation

for a smallbeak's effort.

 

-EW, Nason Ridge 2005

[G-spotter]

If you are writing poetry, shouldn't you be posting in Cafe Sensitivioso?

[Alpinfox]

DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY WOOD, PECKER?

[Dechristo]

fuckin' guy...

 

you always come in late, drunk, and hollerin' just 'cause you're havin' a good time in your sloppy inebriated stupor and think everybody else should be partyin', too; tryin' to wake everybody-in-da-house-up with yer yellin' and stompin' and knockin' shit on da floor you inconsiderate fuck!

 

Sorry i missed it. I got home a couple hours after you.

[Mos_Chillin]

Ode to Blackberry

 

Wandering, prickly

insistent force.

Arms bleeding, lips stained:

no remorse.

 

Chance to dance,

enjoy your fruit

you: never mistaken as

a bearer “cute”.

 

Telling of battle wounds

wit blackened teeth,

living stories

of reward and grief.

 

Berries enticing:

plump in the sun.

Price of sweetness

paid in blood.

 

You ask no quarter

and give not much.

Simple lessons

of taste and touch.

 

Always surviving

to fight you is futility!

Strong surviving,

your art is utility.

 

Hail well! Hail Merry!

Bush with the push,

hale berry!

[Mos_Chillin]

58 Degrees

 

The Taku winds are blowing

ripping down the street

winter blues are showing

sure are hard to beat.

 

Back of the North wind

South winds blow cold.

In darkness, borealis,

finding Alaskan gold.

 

Northland of the heart,

giant within us all.

A different breed of folk

heed the frontier’s call.

 

Sun will come back

warm the dark and freezing.

Wintertime, so sublime

for many the hardest season.

[Raindawg]

ODE TO BIG LOU

 

Lou...

Half man/half sasquatch denizen of Tacoma's great white monster.

Human burro of the overloaded Jan-Sport.

Sir Lou....half glacier/half moraine,

master of Rainier's glassy tormented slopes, yet awed, nay, humbled by its grandeur...

pressure-breathing giant of the Ingraham, you had me at "rest-step".

A thousand blonde monotone guides fail in imitation.

Lou.....you complete me.

 

[Dechristo]

Nice poem, "Ode to Blackberry".

 

 

 

Hail well! Hail Merry!

Bush with the push,

hale berry!

 

 

 

 

and I couldn't agree more with the last stanza: you can't get much more than...

[ScottP]

There's a pilated woodpecker in the trees in my yard that does a great rendition of the drum solo from Dave Brubeck's "Take Five".

 

If you are writing poetry, shouldn't you be posting in Cafe Sensitivioso?

 

Not if it's written by Tyrone Green.

[mtn_mouse]

ODE TO BIG LOU

 

Lou...

Half man/half sasquatch denizen of Tacoma's great white monster.

Human burro of the overloaded Jan-Sport.

Sir Lou....half glacier/half moraine,

master of Rainier's glassy tormented slopes, yet awed, nay, humbled by its grandeur...

pressure-breathing giant of the Ingraham, you had me at "rest-step".

A thousand blonde monotone guides fail in imitation.

Lou.....you complete me.

 

 

When will someone write an Ode to the Mtn Mouse?

[Dechristo]

when you stop shittin' on the butter dish