Mos_Chillin Posted September 15, 2006 Share Posted September 15, 2006 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
G-spotter Posted September 15, 2006 Share Posted September 15, 2006 If you are writing poetry, shouldn't you be posting in Cafe Sensitivioso? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpinfox Posted September 15, 2006 Share Posted September 15, 2006 DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY WOOD, PECKER? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted September 15, 2006 Share Posted September 15, 2006 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mos_Chillin Posted October 4, 2006 Author Share Posted October 4, 2006 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! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mos_Chillin Posted October 4, 2006 Author Share Posted October 4, 2006 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raindawg Posted October 4, 2006 Share Posted October 4, 2006 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted October 4, 2006 Share Posted October 4, 2006 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScottP Posted October 4, 2006 Share Posted October 4, 2006 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mtn_mouse Posted January 27, 2007 Share Posted January 27, 2007 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? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted January 27, 2007 Share Posted January 27, 2007 when you stop shittin' on the butter dish Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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