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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

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LITANIES REHEARSING ADIEU


LITANIES REHEARSING ADIEU Soft wheezes from crossbills and mistrel fusion pluck refrains from May blooms, train litanies rehearsing adieu pause unto biting cold out stretched wings to soar high! _______________________________________ ACTUAL FORM: Waltz Wave 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1 syllables ***Sponsor Kim Merryman Contest Name Shall We Waltz? ++Placed 5th++ O.E. GUillermo 10:22 pm, June 13, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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BIRDSONG



For hummingbirds, such as yourself, a poem...
a croon along your garden way,
I fly, but one, alone…

now winging from beneath your sunlit glow
I’m given life; my gift, your love;
I rise, to steal the show…

Yet I, a Pilgrim, loose my arrows blind
consumed by what I should have known,
as if I chime, to roam…

Perhaps it is mere pleasure that I sought,
my journey far and migrant… no,
I need your love; I know…

We've traveled long it seems, and now I’ve grown
to understand your love, and why you’ve flown.



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Monorhyme | |

Tropical Nightingale



Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic | |

Harmony - acrostic

Happily the budgie chirps, his voice so clear and bright
And then canary voices join in, singing 'til day becomes night.
Robins pause outside our window to hear their harmony.
My birds sing with such happiness even though they are not free.
Outside,  in trees, voices join in, a chorus of feathered friends.
Now and then they pause to rest as their harmonies reach an end.
Yes, these sounds, so beautiful, put a weary soul on the mend

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

I Can Sing

I Can Sing


I sing
a voice like an angel.
Some call me a songbird.
A melody,
Sweet singing and soft sounds
Come from my lips.
High.
Low.
Medium.
Not quite a Mariah Carey or a Whitney Huston “yet”.
I lift my hands and I use my body.
I tap my feet to the beat.
I stand tall like a tree and plant my feet hip width apart.
I open my mouth and out comes music.

Copyright © Ayesha Karim | Year Posted 2013

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Sweet Melody

On the evening breeze
the sweet melody of birds
is the only sound I hear,
music without words.

They sing the setting sun
to its nightly rest
and bid adieu to day
as they settle in their nest.

Like an orchestra they play,
different notes from each one.
I'm surrounded by their melody
as I watch the setting sun.

On the evening breeze
the sweet melody of birds,
filling my soul with joy,
music without words.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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Bird Music

        
~~~~Bird Music~~~~ "in the darkness before dawn the sparrow sings his song" ~~~ as the sun begins to rise the canary greets the morning dawn. with a voice ten times his size his melody goes on and on, serenading deer and fawn. under shaded trees chickadees run to and fro chirping and at ease while hunting for their next meal ...joining the chorus with zeal. ~~~ jealous jays know no melody instead, God gave them a rare beauty
~~~ for Constance La France's 'For (Four) Beautiful Birds' contest monoku, quintain, tanka, crystalline by Francine Roberts, 26/04/2011

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011

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Florida Nature

Maestro woodpecker taps his beat to the symphony of a rising sun, casting rays on Boardman Pond. Great white heron, the prima ballerina, strikes her pose as blue herons pirouette. An ibis takes flight with grace as a tri-colored heron waltzes, displaying multi-hued plumage. Alone on the observation deck, I am blessed to view the ballet, a most welcome, daily, sunrise ritual. Even the nesting wood stork adds his cries to the harmonious melody, echoing through rising mist on pristine wetlands. Peace and poise reign until the predatory osprey swoops across the stage, causing other birds to scatter. Even a basking gator’s eyes rise to observe the flutter of wings. Only the great white heron remains composed.
*Inspired by Robert Butler’s “Majestic Pose” Written February 21, 2015 Boardman Pond, located in Volusia County, Florida, has a deck for watching the many amazing birds that nest and play in the wetlands surrounded by the forest of a state park.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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CALL-- BIRDS AND BEES



Cruising on hued rafters midair
Autumn glides with its trill-like flair;
Lithesome the nights which blaze a sky
Longer still the music nearby.

While moonglow rivers through the trees 
Stirring soft nightfall's misty breeze;
Hours call as birds and insects seize
A time to buzz or croon… to tease!

Illumined wings of silk-spun fleece,
Dance around blooms…a light trapeze
On prairies red, chanted notes wheeze
Until morning’s dew spills with ease.

Whistles wane but their wisps ensnare
Earth’s glory …is fall’s melody
A fine story … of tweets, gently
Cruising on hued rafters midair.


2/11/2016
Contest: 4x4 Pairing Master Rhyme
Sponsor: Silent One
~ End rhymes were used for Lines 14 and 15
~ The word ‘ hours’ : 1 syllable count
    www.how manysyllables.com

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Bird Songs

Listen when you awake at crack of dawn
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing

How very dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness

So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet  mellifluous  songs prolongs

Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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WONDER OF BIRDSONG



W hen duskfall glows,it brings a hundred sounds
O ver the vales, birds echo a chant’s rhyme
N otes tuneful as flint of stardust abounds;
D elighting a nightscape with lilts sublime…
E ach mystic hum rings like an abbey's bell
R arer than chorales of seas's rhapsody;
F luttering mildly while my own thrills swell
U ntil warblers drift off , hushed on a tree…
L istening still, to pale music’s farewell.


.......................
1/07/2016
Wonderful- Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by John Hamiton

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cinquain | |

Birds

Birds
brightly colorful
floating, perching, chirping
a hearts warming chirp
Songbird

Copyright © Ina T01 | Year Posted 2016

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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Limpkin Love

Listen, low lyrical Luquindi like lullabies longingly left by lost Limpkin love.
12/10/15

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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A Date with King Crimson

I sit here listening 
to "Song of the Gulls" 
I feel somewhat better now 
This music always relaxes me 
As do birds in general 
A date with King Crimson 
That is one date I shall never break!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014

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THE SONG SPARROW AND THE YELLOW WARBLER

The Song Sparrow
and the Yellow Warbler
were best friends unlikely the others; 
one was older, the other younger
and both awaited tomorrow...
hoping it would bring lots of sun rays!


Learning from each other
was a true challenge,
they had a different voice range:
one high, one low;
and they tried to work it out...
listening as notes entered the festive air
from a branch of a willow,
but kids wouldn't admit they were smart! 


After two long months of practice,
they have announced their release;    
I guess birds are similar to us 
and sing with their true hearts!
Don't they deserve a great price
for having a hit on the charts?



Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Music to my ears

The world I live on
has sound everywhere.
The sounds I listen to
Is the music to my ears.

The cars that go by
The dogs that bark
The wind howling like a wolf
Is what I call music to my ears.

When you wake up
early in the morning
I start to hear
the birds that chirp

They are singing a song
Just for me
La la Lilly la la Lilly
Wake up my dear.

The leaves go around In circles,
an autumn merry-go-round
Going against the wind through the trees.
It reminds me of a kickboxing match

All together 
It makes a beautiful sound.
That's what I call
Music to my ears.

Copyright © Marie Tormala | Year Posted 2016

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Raven and The Dove


Swinging in the pavane of love
Doves doze where ravens nest
And bells toll for sick and poor
For drifters and muggers
Jokers and jugglers
And ones who spot a dirty floor
They fly away eventually
Rejoice by chance they may
Maybe they’ll remember
When wings tomorrow fray
Oh, the bells sing for all that is
And all that isn't too
Oh, eternal bells ring for me
Chime through cracks in truth
Oh, when bells toll I never hide
From battery buzz above
Oh, bells ring for me and you
The raven and the dove

Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015

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BIRDSONG




Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the 
Glorious splendour of birdsong





orion
Nature

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cinquain | |

Crow

crow
murderous motif
music minus melody
elegy in a single
bar

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Peace

 The stillness of the loch,

 greeted with an amazing

 peace. It fulfils my long

 days mountain walk. A

 mirrored landscape of a

 breath taking mountain

 scene. One of the finest I've

 ever seen. A choir of tweeting

 birds breaks the silence. Its

 sweet music to my ears,

 natures beautiful cheer.

Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

RISE AND SHINE

Morning serenade
from grey-clad mockingbird,
southern harmonies.

Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

KIDS,DON'T KILL MY BIRD

He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!


Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!


Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!


He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?


Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat:  you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!


Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to me...to test me how compassionate I would be?

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

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THE BIRD

THE BIRD

all dat jazz
no one but cool
unerstan

an cool be playin
playin it fast
rest on us jis sit    lisen

bird don wave roun
eyes don even move
but he be burnin up tempo

he be in dat smooth place
where kids go
to dream

all dat jazz
bird be blowin
right back on his sax

we don unerstan
but love it
when he take us along

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016

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Deep Colors of Night


Your song, A Beautiful Child, touched my heart long ago, inspired to love beauty I could never hold, inspired to love beauty from afar. I am the sleepless child who grew tall enough to reach a star. You sang of feelings that remain After the Glitter Fades, and I listened to the sound. Late at night, I dreamed I was Rhiannon, visions kept to myself of a bird in flight, a night bird taken by the wind. Unforgettable songs of love and joy, sorrow and pain, wash over me like Silver Springs, Violet and Blue. The songs from your Book of Miracles lift me on a White-Winged Dove. Feelings of freedom soar in my soul. The higher I fly, the more fragile love becomes, but the heart is strong when we sing. Resilient, I find the courage to carry on, triumph over trials, leather compliments lace. Your voice rings clear like a bell in the still of night. You ask the mirror in the sky, what is love? Bolder with age, I seek to find my own answers. The Gypsy in my soul searches for more. Sometimes, I find my own reflection and a brazen heart. Sometimes, I find an innocent child, shy and unassuming. All of life is lyrics set to music. In the deep colors of night, I hear your voice. for What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Contest ***Stevie Nicks***

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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Feathered Alarm Clock

Ready or not it is time to arise
She has been busy all night and it is time to close her eyes

She lives nearby high in a tree
Her rise and sleep cycle is an alarm clock for me 

She has been hunting all night and it is time to rest
She is feeding her owlets and tending to their nest

I hear them noisily demanding their food
they must be an adorable feathered brood

Then as dawn breaks in the sky
Mama owl proclaims it is time to say bye

She calmly sings her song acoustic 
I awake hearing her music

This natural cycle repeats every night
She tells me it is time for me to sleep as she takes flight

Copyright © Willow Lawrence | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

The Night I Met Charlie Parker

waiting for a response from me
is a cup of coffee 
on the unopened mail
fanned across my desk
where a ring stains past due notices
late into the night
like it’s my last night to live
and I’m down the street
in that dim-lit den 

I used the word love after it all, and there— 
where I can still hear his breath and gurgle,
my click-clacking leather shoes
bending from a caved-in plastic alto-tile hallway — I swallow the menthol air, pull the lowest notes,
mimic smoke and the flowery inhales—
I pretended I understood you so you could get me.   

and now
waiting for a response,
an answer
is the ring 
on the unopened mail
fanned on my desk
late into every night,
like it’s my last night
and I’m down the street
up there 
in that dim-lit den 
still listening 

Copyright © Wesley T Cutlip | Year Posted 2015

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BIRDSONG SERENADE

Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ...

Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014