Pigeon Poems

[westy]

"The Prize"

By Larry Samp

 

Sent away from her home for the twentieth time

She thinks without a stir

They are white and hard and filled with life

They mean everything to her

 

It's dark in the crate, there's no way out

She's among strangers now

She thinks with her heart to get to her eggs

With her mind she figures how

 

She'll fly so hard when she gets loose

She knows just where she'll go

It's by the lake and over the hill

And the mountains lined with snow

 

Then through the farms and by that post

Where the hawk always hangs out

There will be no quit in this little mom

Her babies are trying to get out

 

The sun is new and the air is fresh

But she's six hundred miles away

When she gets home, if her eggs are hurt

There's gonna be hell to pay

 

After fourteen hours, a drink from the lake

And a chase from the hawk on the post

She flies through the trap and into her nest

To the prize she wants the most

 

 

"HEART"

By Larry Samp

 

He's in a crate with strangers around

But he knows what it's all about

When the seals are cut and the doors released

He'll take the familiar route.

 

His family's been good, his Dad's in stock

His Mom has bred well too

But his future is cloudy, a lot rides on this race

He's got a job to do.

 

He is older now, but he's on the edge

With results both good and bad

A poor race today might end it all

But with a good race, he'll join his dad

 

Pigeon racing is a strange type of sport

But there is one thing I know

It's the only event that you pay a lot

And don't get to see the whole show

 

The finish line is not all that counts

But it's all that most can see

It plays a large part in who goes or stays

To make up the family tree

 

Now back to the cock I was speaking about

He's now way in front of the pack

He's heading home and in the lead

But the sky is turning black

 

While the rest drop back and take different routes

The cock decides to push on

The wind and rain are in his face

But the race is his to be won

 

He's giving his all, he's fighting strong winds

His muscles are getting sore

But when the others would quit or just slow down

He gives just a litle bit more

 

He's getting wetter as he flies a straight line

The others have gone around

He tries his best to stay in the air

But he's getting close to the ground

 

All at once from out of the dark

It hits him in the face

A wire, it hurts, he's got to go down

But maybe there's second place

 

He's hungry and hurt, it's getting darker

He's scared and soaking wet

The others are home, their race is done

But his isn't over yet

 

A cat comes close, he's back in the air

Even an owl gives chase

But the cock thinks of home, his nest and his hen

Maybe there's still third place

 

He's hurt and tired and flying slow

But thinking of his hen

He picks up his speed and heads for home

Maybe he'll be top ten

 

He lands on the board and runs through the trap

He's hurt, he's tired, he's thin

And startled as he looks around

His race mates looking back at him

 

He thought he won.....well maybe not

But at least he gave his best

The spirit in the heart of this little cock

Was more than all the rest

 

The others were fresh and came home first

But who really won the race?

This tired cock is worth a lot more

Than the trophy for first place

 

It's the guts of the race and the guts of the bird

That most of us can't see

Good muscle, and feather and wing are nice

But the heart matters most to me

 

The hardest part of racing birds

Is choosing who's good or bad

But when you have a bird with this much heart

He should go along side of his Dad

 

taken from

http://home.frognet.net/~marks444/poem.html

[Tony C]

Here's one westy, credit for this must be given to someone else though.

 

Its a slant on a poem called  'If' by Rudyard Kipling

 

IF you can leave a warm and cosy fireside,

When winter winds, nigh chill you to the bone,

To feed and scrape at morning, night or noontide,

Yet utter not a grumble or a groan.

 

IF you can stand for hours with teeth a chatter,

When parted hens decide that they will roam.

And smiling, say, "It doesn't really matter,

I only hope that they will all come home".

 

IF you can scan the skies in dreary weather,

And do not feel downhearted when you say,

It's dark now, and I haven't got a feather,

Yet you know that there are several on the day.

 

IF you can spare a handful for a stray one,

And room at night to rest its weary frame.

Count not the cost of what it eats, begrudge none,

But hope someone will treat yours just the same

 

IF you can lend a hand, when hand is needed,

And with your clubmates, you can take your turn,

So, marking, clocking, checking can be speeded,

And each and every job you thus will learn.

 

IF you can join the throng at payout dinner,

And laugh and joke and join in all the fun,

And really mean it when you clap each winner,

Yet know fulwell that you have nowt to come.

 

IF in this way you see yourself reflected,

And all these things you have already done.

A pigeon fancier there can be detected,

And what is more, A GOOD ONE TOO MY SON.

[Tony C]

I do believe Vic first posted the above 'If' on another site, so thanks must go to Vic  

[jimmy white]

i love seeing these poems on pigeons etc  , theres a real cracker ,,,get the kleenex first then read the post and then the poem on PAGE 3 of the war pigeons posts at the top,,,POST NO.48"cher ami the war pigeon" a real tear jerker, yet funny as well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, there was another cracker at the fifers pigeon exhibition , i will try and find it , or maybe the fifer still has it

 

  it would actualy be nice to have a poetry competition ,, with originals of course :)

  see what we could all come up with, serious ,funny ,,whatever,,,,,any thoughts ?

[jimmy white]

looks like weve no poets,, and on RABBIE BURNS,S,  birthday too [THE 25TH];D ;D ;D ;D

for ah  that,,,,, an ah that,,, its commin yet for oh that, ,,,,that man to man , the world   ower [over]  ,,,,,,,,,,shall brothers be ,,for aw that ,  

      ;D ;D  bring oot the haggis an neeps  ;D ;D

[Wiley]

ill try knock up one tomz lol

[Guest TAMMY_1]

 

  ON YONDER HILL THERE STOOD A DOOKIT

 

  IT'S NOT THERE NOW CAUSE SOME C--T TOOK IT

[Dougie]

 

FANDABYDOZY Tammy lol

[Guest Vic]

They sell pie and peas at our local Chinese,

So along with the lads I did go.

I didn't fancy the peas, so I said "one pie please!"

Wan Pai said, "How my name you know?"  

                                                               ;D ;D Vic.

[jimmy white]

:) i eat my peas with honey,

        ive done it all my life

        it makes the peas taste funny

        but it keeps them on the knife :)

[velo99]

 

Little late but still nice

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the loft not a creature was stirring,not even the cocks.

The stockings were hung by the feeder with care in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

The squeakers were all in the corner for warmth,but 514 had an eye to the North.

She cocked her head and looked at the trap,for on the roof she heard, tap tap tap.

Oh my! Could it be!?! Did Santa really bring something for me?

She tucked her head under her wing, feigning sleep, hardly able to conceal her glee.

Santa was here, right here in the loft.

He moved thru the box with the utmost of care touching each bird, some here and some there.

When he touched 514 she heard Santa say, "You will be famous, a great bird in the air.

Your children will be spread out everywhere.Your heart is great as the Sun above.

Your flight shows the roll that you love. I give you this gift so the sport will not die

but live on forever for Mrs. Claus and I.

Although you don`t know,and you never will,great rollers give Santa a mighty big thrill."

With that Santa jumped back on his sleigh off into the night he was on his way.

When the birds went up the next day into the air,

Scotty said "Wow! Look there! That bird is a keeper I`ll stock her today.

I have never seen this kit so brave."

They rolled to the treetops but never beyond with a flourish at the end as if to say Hurrah!

Scotty stood with his mouth agape wondering "Just where was the judge today.?!!!"

We all hope, and we all pray to be under a kit that particular day,when the roll is for Santa though he`s miles away.

 

 

by me!

[jimmy white]

can anyone finish this poem it was at the fifers pigeon exhibition,,,,,,,,,,,

 

 

  a homing pigeon.

 

 

i have a homing pigeon

a lovely shade of blue

by god its a good  one

thats why i love it like a doo

 

it feeds on wheat and barley

and sometimes likes a pea

ahm fond o ma wee pigeon

and ma pigeons fond o me

 

ma wife got kinda jelous

o the bonny wee blue burd

she took the huff for ages

and hardly said a word

 

then said, ah canny help it

nae matter how i try

ahm no that fond o pigeons

but im fond o pigeon pie

 

its gettin near december

and still yer on the dole

it could,,for chrismas dinner

play a very important role

 

it all boils doon tae this

its either her than me

a lump came tae ma throat

and a tear sprang in ma ee.

 

ah said dont be silly

ma pigeons just a burd

ahll ring its neck for chrismas

thats fine,,she allmost purred.

 

on xmas eve i grabbed the doo

and geed its neck a squeeze

but a lost my resolution

when it began to wheese

 

a said ma poor we burdie

ah canna tak yir life

but one of you has got to go

so it ll have to be the wife

 

 

now ma wife has left me

it seems shes flown the nest

its maybe just a holiday

to gie her tongue a rest

 

is she a roamer or a homer

ahll have tae wait an see

but my life is awfy peacefull

theres just ma burd and me

 

ah sit up in ma doocot

and listen to it coo

and the morei see o people

the more ah love ma doo ;D ;D ;D

 

 

written by rabie burns,s other brother ,,,wid burns ;D ;D ;D

[westy]

can anyone finish this poem it was at the fifers pigeon exhibition,,,,,,,,,,,

 

 

  a homing pigeon.

 

 

i have a homing pigeon

a lovely shade of blue

by god its a good  one

thats why i love it like a doo

 

it feeds on wheat and barley

and sometimes likes a pea

ahm fond o ma wee pigeon

and ma pigeons fond o me

 

ma wife got kinda jelous

o the bonny wee blue burd

she took the huff for ages

and hardly said a word

 

then said, ah canny help it

nae matter how i try

ahm no that fond o pigeons

but im fond o pigeon pie

 

now ma wife has left me

it seems shes flown the nest

its maybe just a holiday

to gie her tongue a rest

 

is she a roamer or a homer

ahll have tae wait an see

but my life is awfy peacefull

theres just ma burd and me

 

ah sit up in ma dookit,,,,,,,,thats as much as i can get, but theres 12 verses so can anyone finish it??? ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

 

like the poem ;D ;D but will not be able to finish it as no good at them sort of things. :-/ :-/

[Guest REDFOXKRAUTHS]

brilliant poems all,i wish i could think of some thing like that!!!!!

[lordcornwallis]

please mercy no henry mair poems for the love of god no . his poems are even worse than his pigeons !   :)

[Guest Vic]

I've just completed a new poem, which some will find amusing. it is a  bit too long to type in one go, at my rate, I think. So if one of you guys could send me a PM explaining how to get it  from WORD ONTO THE SITE, I WILL PRINT THE INSTRUCTIONS OUT until I get it off to pat. Cheers, Vic.

[Guest Vic]

I went round to old Paddys, to watch the breeder/buyer race,

£5,000 were up for grabs, if he could take first place.

It was a funny sort of set-up, with chickens pecking round,

He uses them for trappers, when his birds are homeward bound.

 

I counted up to ten of them, all clucking and a scratching,

They’d  help to trap his little hen, which he had sent, just hatching.

The race itself was from the coast, at least five hours fly,

The wind was strong and northerly, but he knew that she would try.

 

“Eyes down, look in,” on bingo night for feathers thirty three,

Does not compare with “eyes up, look out!” for feathers, you’ll agree

Paddy opened up a bottle, Irish whiskey at its best,

We toasted “new arrivals”, there were two yellows in her nest.

 

We did not see her coming! From east or south or west,

.Standing there with mouths agape, we knew she’d done her best.

The clock laid by the whiskey, wasn’t even in the loft,

Perhaps with age, the two of us, are slowly getting soft

 

Paddy rushed out with the rubber, looking for his clock,

Saying if she wins the five grand,  he’ll retire her to stock.

With trembling hands, at sixty five , he wasn’t very nimble,

And Bloody Hell! Would you believe, dropped the rubber and the thimble

 

A chicken that was scratching near, swallowed the rubber band,

And scarpered up the garden, with Paddy close at hand.

Come help me Vic! he blurted, get the chopper from the shed!

And before you could say Jack Robinson, half of them were dead.

 

Headless chickens running everywhere, with another five to go,

I winced at his predicament, but five grand is big dough.

The air was blue, the lawn was red, he hadn’t found the culprit,

I’ve never heard so many words, that would never make a pulpit.

 

Now, with nine done in, we ran like hell, trying to catch the last one,

For our age, we done quite well, because it was a fast one.

We got the bloody rubber out, and put it in the clock,

And if you think, his chance had gone, you’re in for quite a shock.

 

At opening time, his clock was read, and red as red can be,

Only four had made it on the day, his “stock hen” beating three.

The Irish whiskey flowed that night, after all that stress,

So beware you   pigeon flyers, who are anti- E.T.S.

 

That autumn day will stay with me, the night I can’t remember,

Though it all seems rather funny now, but it  wasn’t in September.

I’ve heard Paddys had a clearance sale,thanks to his  good wife Teresa,

She plucked the chickens one by one, and stuffed them in the freezer.            Vic.

[RoryTheRed]

Top stuff Vic, very amusing ;D ;D ;D

[Guest REDFOXKRAUTHS]

weldone vic ever thought of putting them in bhw!

[Guest Vic]

Rory/Ben.Thank you for your comments, I have had a few printed in the Homing World ovr the years. Best wishes. Vic.  eg.

 

 

                                My wife comes from the Dingle,

                                And  thinks she's still  single.

                                The boys buy her singles and triples,

                                But i've found a way, so she wont go astray,

                                Is to use the club stamp on her ni-----s.     ;D ;D ;D

 

 

 

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[Marky5]

Good poem that Vic , very good indeed.

[jimmy white]

yes must admit vic ,, a good one ;D ;D ;D

[jimmy white]

its a bit late for robert burns day,,,,, but heres one from his brother COLE burns  ;D ;D

                 the   effects   of    the    haggis ;D

 

oh what a sleekit beastie

lurks in yer stomach after feasty

as ye sit doon,among yer kin

there starts to stir a mighty wind.

 

the neeps an tatties and mushy peas

start workin like a gentle breeze

but soon the puddin wi the sonsie face

will have ye blawin over the place

 

no matter whit the hellye dae  

a,bodys,gonna huv tae pay

even if ye try tae stifle,  

its like a bullet oot a rifle.

 

 

hold yer bum tight tae the chair

to try to stop the leaking air

shift yerself fae cheek to cheek

an pray to god it disna reek

 

but all yer efforts go asunder

oot it comes, like a clap o thunder

it ricochets around the room

michty me , a sonic boom

 

god allmighty, it fairly reeks

[i hope i havnae ;;;;; ma breeks]

straight to the bog, ah better scurry

aw whit the hell , its no ma worry

 

aw one round aboot me,s chokin

one or twa  are nearly bokin

ahll feel much better fur a while

ah cannae help but raise a smile.

 

"twis him" ah shout, wi accusin glower

alas ,to late .hes jist keeled ower.

"ye mingen clert"they shout an stare

your nae welcome anymair.

 

where err ye may be let yer wind gang free

[sounds jist the job for thee an me]

whit a fuss at rabbies party

ower the sake o one wee farty ;D ;D ;D,,,,,,,,,,,anon ;D

 

 

 

[Guest Vic]

Jimmy! Anon?

                   Sounds like Billy Con to me. Cheers, Vic

[jimmy white]

;D ;D ;D ;D