Extremely: Pigeon Pie?

It’s pigeon mayhem
Around here,
Someone has fed them
And they just keep coming

And so, out I go
With my string mop
To the balcony
Waving it like a lance,

These irritating, messy birds flee;
Thus, every time I see
One of these filthy creatures,
Out I go,

Perhaps this is a hint
That I don’t get out enough
Or have not been exercising much of late
But I sure am now!

It’s not difficult
To remain mindful and alert
And get a good work out
When these villains come to call,

In addition, however,
I’ve been contemplating
Pigeon pie
And pigeon stew

But could I really do that?
Perhaps not
But if this keeps up
Who knows,

Maybe I would acquire a taste
For such and set some traps out there
But hopefully they will soon move on
And we won’t have to find out.

Extreme: Working Uphill

Getting late
And I’ve still
So much to do
But I need to sleep too,

The minutes
Tick by
So fast
And don’t last

But this
Is hardly news,
I’m just so absorbed
In my woes,

Angry thoughts
Split the darkness
Inside the mind
Like shards of glass,

Have to calm down
And get it together
But keep going over
The central matter

Like spokes
On the wheel
Or bats
Flocking,

All the problems
Go around
Or cluster,
As if mocking

My efforts to
Get them under control
Seems about as futile
As attempting to halt a snowfall,
Still, I try anyway, tackling all.

Extraordinary: Keep Going

Sometimes
The words
Tumble out swiftly
Like water from a tap,

Other times
They drip
Very slowly,
Like tree sap,

And after all that
Barely meet
My standards
For what’s appropriate,

Nevertheless
I stumble on,
Keeping up
The pace,

Growing with every poem,
Whether easily,
Or only after searching diligently
For every word and rhyme,

Whether greatly disturbed
Or with peace
And ease,
Well pleased,

Through ups and downs,
Zooming forward
Or falling backward,
Experiencing painful reversals,

Struggling along,
Requiring many rehearsals
Before finally deciding
What to say,
Before revising it again another way.