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A Springtime Song

Mother nature’s songs I cannot exceed 
Of the Whippoorwill out in open field
They partake of mother’s bliss free of greed
Birds and their songs give of mother’s free will

Meadowlark songs of many are preferred 
Though Scissortail flycatchers slice thin air
I favor Mocking bird of which I’ve heard
He sings all bird songs, I desire to sire

Mocking bird songs do surge with bird’s great urge 
Whip-her-Will, he sings at night on the hill
Of Mocking bird songs , be of which I splurge 
Awesome flight as dotted blades of windmill 

Nature,  birds and songs to springtime belongs
Nature’s spring refreshes men with bird songs 

First Contest: Sonnet Me
In honor of: Sara Kendrick
#1) abab, cdcd, efef, gg

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Song

Another haunted night, I watch raindrops fall from consoling clouds, track each plane flying south, and I think of you. My lungs empty a lonely sigh… I bullet a dark, heaving sky with my angry words as I curse you for walking away again. I remember the starlings that came earlier; they circled low, then perched along the eaves while the sun held me in afternoon glow, as if to say goodbye, friend. We will meet again. I should have known. Night after night, shadows march a solemn procession across a long-faced moon. I know he is mourning, too. Weeds tangle my thoughts until I dream in a web of mismatched memories and neglected clues - so many questions, left in a heap at the foot of our bed, no answers said out loud. Loneliness plays blackjack with my heart; mocking me tonight, the house wins again. Why do I gamble after losing you before? How many times have you walked out that door? I try to mend cracks exposed when darkness fades into golden dawn. I try to color my crumbling world like a child. I paint smiles on your face in our albums to tell myself lies. I replay that moment you walked away; I envision every detail down to one lace that dangled from your new shoes, new shoes bought to step into our new life together. I remember when we wrapped ourselves in our dreams to keep warm. One day, your face will dissolve like a rain puddle on a summer day. One day, I’ll say goodbye and start again. Maybe today will be that day. At least today, I’ll try. A lone starling in a dark, glossy suit lands on my window sill at break of dawn. It wakes me with its sweet, warbled song and waits long enough for me to rise from bed so I might feel the promise of a new day shine through my soul. Then, as my tears fall soft like flowing silk, he spreads his wings and flies away. In light of dawn’s blessings, I am the starling, singing a goodbye song. I pray, tonight, I dream of anyone but you. written April, 2014

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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The Skylark - Alouette

Watch the birds in flight
As they soar from sight
Over verdant canopies,
With their nests below
Tiny feathers grow
On their fledglings in the trees.

Hungry mouths to feed
With the gathered seed
Found upon the dewy sod,
Which the skylark brings.
Afterward she sings
Her sweet gift of song to God.

© Connie Marcum Wong

 For Dr. Ram’s
‘The Alouette Contest’

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Sharma's Song


Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.

No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of  trilling notes

Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

the skylark chirps


the skylark chirps

  of amorous refrains

    mellow as night…

 a winged hymn echoing 

tales of my deepened woes



Andrea Dietrich's Tanka 3:Return to TOP TEN 
3/26/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Songs of the Nightingale

Songs of the Nightingale
Joyous angelic arias, raised in exuberant praise, serenade and soothe restless souls; moving matchless melodies, nightingale’s mellifluous songs… manifest Glory of God!
Date: 1/17/2015

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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Limerick 6 - Song Bird

 
I write of sad things in my life for you, And win sometimes first place and this is true; Some hate my weeping words, That I write like a song bird; So I give me, a compliment or two. _________________________ June 20, 2015 Limerick Inspiration Quote: "When you cannot get a compliment in any other way, pay yourself one." Mark Twain For the contest, Write with the Wit of Twain Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Seventh Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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flakes dance



flakes dance on glassy shore as jays perch low…  trilling heart-frozen cries



In one line (monoku #9) Contest, PD
3/15/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Bird Song

Blast it bird! Where are ye off to?
Don’t ye know the day is through?

Oh but I’ve a lovely song to sing,
I must ere I do another thing.
To the man in the garden who works with the hoe,
He’s tired and lonely and his heart needs to grow.
Then off to the widow who thinks of her lost mate,
And  meditates on the gorgeous sunset of late.
It is my heartfelt, joyful duty for which I long,
To comfort God’s people with my little song.

Oh, well off you go then,
Your song wins again..



Inspired by Francine Robert's contest 5/8/11


Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? | |

His Song and Mine

Sympathy

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   
For he must fly back to his perch and cling   
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!


Why Do I Write?

You ask me why I sing?
You ask me why I write?
You ask me why I bleed?
What choice have I besides?

I long to fly, to run away
To some safe haven just to play
To see the light of blessed day
And give my longing heart full sway

I want to grasp the star and moon
And live my life; t'will end too soon
And kiss the clouds up in the sky
But here am I, what choice have I?

Why do I sing?
Why do I cry?
Why write of pain
No lullaby?
What choice have I?

I want with zeal to be adored
And I want Fame there at my door
I want IT ALL and so much more
Tell me, is anything for sure?

Why so I beat my wing?
I was born to soar…

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse | |

ROBINS IN SPRINGTIME


When velvet robins dive at night, to herald new spring’s lit premiere a chorus drools upon the lake; enchanting waves to bounce along and near a harbor, jasmines twirl from lively notes of birds' refrain... music pealing for spring's debut! -------- Any Poem Written in July 2016 Sponsor: Laura Loo Posted 7/16/2016 Resubmitted 8/17/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

The Logical Bird Sings A Logical Song

A single bird rests above
Singing over and over again
The same notes in the same logical order
Again and again
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
The song never changes
Doesn't it know what is around it?
Doesn't it see the world below?
The grass and flowers
The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball
Doesn't it see the two people in love?
The two who want a beautiful melody
A melody that matches they way they feel
Soft lilting music
Notes that match the sound of the breeze
The distant waves
Does the lonely bird care?
Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset
Muted by grey skies
Chased by true blackness
Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset?
Hidden away
Colors lost never to be seen again
Or do they just repeat?
Again and again
Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset
Fade into the darkness
Into a distant memory
And the bird, still singing the same notes
Never realizing that he is not fully alive
But knowing that his music is still logical.

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2008

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Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009

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Song Bird

If I were a song bird
I'd soar on feathered wing
to light upon your window sill
my song for you I'd sing.

Each note I'd fill with tenderness
as much as I employ
if you would let me sing for you
I'd fill your heart with joy.

If I were a song bird
to you I'd sing my story.
If it would fall on willing ears
my sad heart would know glory.

Each note infused with sweetness
I would sing with all my heart
the songs you have inspired
right from the very start.

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2008

Details | Pantoum | |

Song Bird's Melody

As the birds seem to be singing for me 
I quietly sit in sweet serenity 
I sit with warm sunshine on my face 
I float and drift to a far off  place 

I quietly sit in sweet serenity 
I listen to the song bird's melody 
I float and drift to a far off place 
I am reminded of God's constant  Grace 

I listen to the song bird's melody 
As I'm witnessing God's Divinity 
I am reminded of God's constant Grace 
My worries with hope are replaced 

My worries with hope are replaced 
I sit with warm sunshine on my face 
I'm finally gaining much needed clarity 
As the birds seem to be singing for me 

               -C.A.Saputo xoxo 

Copyright © Christine Saputo | Year Posted 2016

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My Love is Like a Bird

My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes

My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy

My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will

My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light

My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends

My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow

My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day

But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

Details | Pantoum | |

Give me a Break

This pen now wants some rest, this mind is now tired a lot, like a mute bird in its nest no more song now,no more thoughts. This mind is now tired a lot, though the moon is in the sky no more song now,no more thoughts, no more words now,don't ask me why. Though the moon is in the sky, your eyes still so blue and deep, no more words now,don't ask me why give me a break now,let me sleep. Your eyes still so blue and deep; like a mute bird in its nest give me a break now,let me sleep, this pen now wants some rest. ©kash poet (kashinath karmakar) ***************************** Placement:2nd; January 2013 Contest:One to One (all monosyllable words) Sponsor:David Williams ============000============ PANTOUM--A rare form of poetry similar to a villanelle. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. ================000==============
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Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Sounds of Three Visitors to My Garden

Early morning, the trill 
with a buzz, is weighted toward the beak,
tail twitching, side to side, 
underside barred: my friendly wren.

The click in the heavy heat of summer
the bright flame on winter day or hidden in shade
the silent rustle, the graying double, 
steady chew, chew, chew, encouraging tweets:
my pair of nesting cardinals.

Nightfall, the flump, flump of wings plop down,
or rise up to say who, who: mourning dove's lament
songs by which to sleep and dream.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

frog bird

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they shout the truth in simple hues
in hopping waves of black and blue
they drop from clouds when heroes die
with blood etched throats they agonize
why must charms of hope leave the eye
for hearths lain cold-souls pulverised
warlocks pock the virgin's bone
plucking pearls from time-worn shoals

rose petal slung like david's stones
life tangoes hearts ... blue icy ropes
why why why the frog bird moans
why why why the frog bird moans
                                           ///









Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2012

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The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Arrival

Enjoy the golden harvest moon
That will escape the sky too soon
As autumn's colors fade away.
Listen to the breeze rustle through
The changing trees as bird songs
Echo through the twilight sky.
I am blissfully aware of how
Jasmine scents the evening air         
And joyfully I welcome fall.

Connie Marcum Wong
Contest Mixed Senses
September 17, 2015
Evening

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |

Nature's Loneliness

                              Cherry blossom tree
                       swaying by an ice glazed pond 
                               lonely skylark perched
                       singing a song for it's flock
                       a chill wind blows alone he waits.

3/30/15    contest sponsored by: Rick Parise  'One New Tanka'
                           T Reams       4th Place

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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Don't Worry, Be Happy : I Am A Kiskadee



I am a fearless Kiskadee
Sitting on a branch of this tree
Singing my theme song happily
With a Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee

I sing my song very sweetly
Seeking to make others happy
Filling them with ecstasy
With its rhythm and melody

My message is not to worry
Despite how things in life may be
Don't let them make you feel crazy
At all times, strive to be happy

One can state things that are likely
But no one knows what things will be
So keep your chin up cheerfully
And sing Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee. 






The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus)  is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad | |

Like Two Doves

Quickly! The clouds all cleared.
Then a deep blue sky.
And I want to cry-hi..

Because like two doves in the sky.
Our wings, they are spread.
And we're in love; forever...

Now and then.
Our love would sail through the sky-hi..
With our wings in motion.
With a glimps of you.
You'll find that it's true.
That we're in love; forever..

More time goes by..
The dreams we had extended.
'Cause we were together.
Side by side, in love; forever..

Quickly! The clouds all cleared.
Then a deep blue sky.
And I want to cry-hi.
Because like two doves in the sky.
Our wings, they were spread.
And we're in love; forever..

We're in love forever..

Love-Song-Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2015..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Didactic | |

Tell the Stories

Zora Neal saw that Their Eyes Were Watching God, when
Toni Morrison heard The Song of Solomon, and
James Baldwin Told It on the Mountain, while
W.E.B. DuBois embraced The Souls of Black Folks
Richard Wright was a Black Boy, that’s why
Dr. Maya Angelo Knew Why the Caged Bird Sang
Iyana Vanzant found Peace Within Pieces, when
Lorraine Hansberry ate a Raisin in the Sun, while
Terry McMillian was Waiting to Exhale

Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

The Charge of Youth

Spread forth your wings and fly, fair youth!
Though time is terse and winds are strong, 
No brisker bird can glide as smooth.
Fly out and roam, your day’s not long!

Old age will come, so soar in song!
Break free of chains—the time is right—
And do not waste your gift for wrong:
Dive forth and chase away the night!

All spite shall burn, red skies alight, 
For naught can stop the glow of truth!
The world’s old ways will die in flight, 
For who can stop the charge of youth?

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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

the wisp of

the wisp
of an old tune lost
in bird song 

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Nightingale Enchanting Song

                                   
                                  My eyes are set on my night Flight
                                            I emerge into my rest  
                                       To lull over my surroundings 
                                          Lilt encompasses twilight
                                     Descant enchantment to lovers
                                           Destiny enlightens night
 
                                         By: Eve Roper  1/14/2015
                                        
                                        
 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

AVIAN TONES


When night casts shadows on the ground The robin, distant, croons Avian tones, enthralled by dreams While stars glaze like festoons. Ringlets of clouds, like puffs on flight The silhouette of trees, Nocturnal sighs and murmurings Are caught up in the breeze. Then, the new moon appears above Her white face shyly peeps, Light breaks so softly, glows the wings As nest of duskfall sleeps. Yet birdland rustles through the leaves Jays trill on bush and thorn; Where cardinal's imprints pass Across the dappled lawn. Soon these plumed wonders of the dark Close down for daytime's rest, To gather strength for next eve's rites Unfolding at their best. For The Birds Contest Sponsor: Anthony Slausen 11/2/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015