4/23/25: bird song, all wrong

 today's prompt and a poem by Roque Salas Rivera.

what if birds are the equivalent of someone
who can't stop scatting? zipadee bop do bop.

zimataratamatazz-bee-doo. would we still
be taken to a place of peace and reverie?

bim-ba?

or would we ostracize the birds? whisper
about them at work functions? watch out
for benny over there, they just keep-

hum-hummita-ha-ha-hoo-

cornering me and asking if i like the 
ba-ba-da and how it resolves.

i think we both know the answer, friend.
those birds, maybe wearing a smart fedora,
wouldn't be welcome around here.

no-nah-noparooa-yah-da-yah-da-da-doh

not anymore.

4/8/25: birds, etc.

 Well, there's not a prompt currently; it appears my prompt site is down so I'll just freestyle this one. Here's a poem I read this morning and really liked though. 

sing now, bird of paradise; make tomorrow's sun a trifle warmer.
divest yourself from the stunning failure that was today's sunlight-

obscured, cloud cover-the past is a ledger of failures.

do as you are told. i see your majesty and raise you 
brute force. the swing of a fist, the knee cap ascends-

pain, collapse the lines of clarity. perhaps a palliative is in order?

perhaps, another reminder? demands are made to be met;
your song is past due, it's nearly daybreak-

glimpsed: a vision of warmth, sunflowers extending in devotion-

it is you and you alone, singer of miracles, maker of mercy, the one
whose warbles clog the air above us. you and you alone:

open your beak and let song do the rest.

I heard that 311 song playing and this happened

A little levity, I suppose.

"Rainstorm, take me away from the norm

Wooaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I got to tell you something..."

I suppose you do. Words meant for me

Have a way of arriving in my brain.

Yours are no exception. You still left

It unsaid

Resolving on a chord and changing

The record over to some new song

With rap and rock fused together

A display of 

Machismo

For the masses

I am a wounded bird

Waiting for your message

I know it already

So what do you have to 

Say for yourself?

Will the rain come

To bail you out again?

I’m sure you’re hopeful.

"And it goes like this"

Napo 4/28/24 The Birds The Musical

Today's prompt. 

here, i am a bird, a furnace of bird song and feathers
power line musical choreographed to my birdsong
each refrain, a prayer, pitch repeating. an endless molting.

Time Placement

All my time

Spent

In fragments.

I could write it a love letter and throw it, without a bottle, into the ocean.

For all it is worth.

Churned by the white froth.

Wetted and torn by the elements.

Ink running deeper into the sea

In gobs

Distorted blots to poison the sea life.

Better to fold it up,

Into the perfect,

Well-manicured paper airplane

to toss from a great height.

Let the wind allow it to travel where it wishes.

Borne across the currents to a place where

Birds will tear the sentiments apart with beaks and beady black eyes.

Shit out my words on unsuspecting windshields

To be blasted away by bargain wiper fluid.

and to slip into the road.

Deep into our streams

and make the least of us

Vomit into the cold, night air.

In surprise, grasping our chests for relief.

What it amounts to in the end-

Always a poisoner,

and those who are poisoned.