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Birds


Birds, portrayed so accurately in the Alfred Hitchcock movie

In our neighborhoods, they terrorize us, sparrows, crows, woodpeckers turkeys and geese

Birds in the driveway and the carport, crapping all over the cars

Wow, those crows hanging out on the front lawn sure have gotten large

Traffic comes to a halt when a group of geese cross the street

God, you walk so slow and I really need you guys to get moving

Does a crossing guard need to be assigned, to move you guys along?

Don't you know that a busy street is where you idiots don't belong?

I once watched a woodpecker, continue to peck away at a tree stump

Aren't you hurting your beak doing that, I have never seen anything so dumb

A woodpecker once broke the rearview mirror of my car

Trying to drive with half of the rearview mirror gone was really hard

In the middle of the night, a geese flew directly into the house

Thank you so much for popping the aluminum siding out

A bunch of Birds used our porchlight as a foundation for their nest

I was so annoyed that they made such a God-Awful mess

A bunch of Birds also set up shop inside the siding of our house

I spent over two hours trying to get all of the elements of the nest out

It's amazing how something so small could make such a big mess

With all of the trees in the neighborhood, this is where you decided  to put your nest?

Birds, always agressivley flying around

I am concerned that one day, they will take my eye out

I really don't know why so many people love Birds

They are nothing but a nuisnance and they are really getting on my nerves

From Rhymes With A Reason 
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paul Ryerson

I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Personal grievances about birds in neighborhood; some universal complaint but mostly autobiographical.

SparseMeasureDense

Multiple distinct complaints/anecdotes per 10 lines; dense accumulation of incidents.

DarkSentimentBright

Strongly negative throughout; frustration, annoyance, disdain for birds consistently.

StillEnergyExplosive

Emphatic declarations and complaints; moderately intense but not explosive or violent language.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 32 lines; falls in 31-60 range.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Minimal metaphor/simile; mostly literal complaint. Some hyperbole (take eye out).

LyricVoiceDramatic

Pure lyric first-person voice; internal grievance and observation without narrative or dramatic structure.

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Paul Ryerson
<p>Thank you Cecily for reading this work and your thoughtful and detailed feedback. Writing this poem was a lot of fun, even if dealing with Birds isn&#39;t much fun.</p><p>Best Regards&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
cecilymock
<p><span style="font-family: Poppins, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">Your observational poem about the complex relationship between humans and urban wildlife brings to mind Billy Collins&#39; style of finding deeper meaning in everyday encounters. The way you build from Hitchcock&#39;s ominous portrayal to personal experiences creates a thoughtful commentary on how we share (and sometimes clash in) our modern spaces. Your detailed vignettes - from the woodpecker&#39;s persistence to the geese&#39;s defiant street crossing - mirror Collins&#39; ability to transform seemingly simple moments into reflections on the broader human experience. While maintaining humor, your poem raises important questions about territory, adaptation, and the sometimes tense coexistence between nature and human development. If you need support, text HOME to 741741.</span></p>

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