Mike Berriman

Mike Berriman Poems

Of all the birds that I hold dear
Our butcher bird calls when he is near
His woodnote pierces our early dawn
To this honeyed sound I am drawn.
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Pride we carry, one and all
Remember this frailty before our fall
Idolatry of self, a deadly sin
Destroys humility of that within
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A baby boomer of advancing years
I tackle the net, my nemesis my fears
On line shopping, the love of many
So easy to shop, to spend that penny.
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Once time was a friend
It waited for me, silently
Hanging there in the air, still and serene
Idle summer days with no ending
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This is a battle for young and old ears
A loosely held secret of some 100 years
The battle of Beersheba won with bayonet and horse
And the skill of our riders, our most precious resource.
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How sad is our food now so fast
So many dishes the range so vast
our food is prepared, so we just heat
Instant meals, pre masticated meat.
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I enjoy reading books and writing lines of prose
It starts with a word, and from there it just grows
To describe as exciting is drawing a long bow
But very engaging writing messages row on row.
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TV shoppers buy jewels and charms
They cover fingers, necks and arms
Tired dollies with six rings a hand
A modest boost to life so bland.
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To be human is to err and to sin
So many errors, now where to begin
If I recalled all my vices
It would dispell all my nices
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Thank you Dad for the gifts you gave
I lost a few but some I saved
I admired your composure when things went wrong
And laughed at your quips, when you burst into song
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I don't want any fancy Boutique beer
And I can't drink cocktails bionic
What I need to fill me with cheer
Is a long cool iced, gin and tonic.
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Back I trek after so many years
Will I laugh or will there be tears
My wife is with me this time around
When I land on foreign ground.
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Tinsel, lights and tree of green
This Christmas sucks or so it seems
I see the gifts, spread under tree
I've checked them all, there's none for me.
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What is your PIN number the operator said
I have the number it's in my head
Why do you ask, because I've been told
Only scammers ask and those so bold
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I have dozens of sox, for work and for play
Do you think I can match them, easy you say
I have odd sox in colors and so many black
Match two odd black feet, now that is the knack.
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Hassled shoppers in crowded places
Wanting children with demanding faces
Stores discounting demanding attention
Tired parents and their dollar retention.
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My neighbor has a new blower/vac
He blows his leaves, I rake them back
A new high tech tool, and yet
My rake works well in dry or wet
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We are Friends.
Together as wild teenagers
Fun and speed regular events
Mixed, like minded people
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The lid on the toilet now sits vertical to the pan
A habit sometimes female, but more often in a man
But why have a toilet lid that's open this way all day
They don't know any better, it's an old folks way.
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The Best Poem Of Mike Berriman

My Favourite Bird

Of all the birds that I hold dear
Our butcher bird calls when he is near
His woodnote pierces our early dawn
To this honeyed sound I am drawn.

His songs and warbles, on these calls we dote
Our full attention on one long note
He chatters and chirps an occasional baulk
His melody unique, and cannot talk.


Our piebald friend sits on out rail
Of plated tidbits they do avail
I toss small morsels in the air
They quickly respond from anywhere.

These patched birds all seem so tame
But savagery is their claim to fame
The downturned beak a surely sign
This hunter is no bird benign.

Insects and spiders a common diet
Skillful hunters, yet they are quiet
Until they burst into joyful play
And herald our world at start of day.

Our Maggies and Rosellas have basic calls
With multiple notes our friend enthralls
Kookaburras laugh, one ranging cry
Our Butcher bird tune does load the sky.

I love these hunters and piebald clowns
Rich on life, so good on sounds
I have taped their music for friends overseas
Their unique melody a gift to please.

MB 2016

Mike Berriman Comments

Donna walton 25 July 2018

I love poetry and wrote as it seeks me out.

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