He is the End and the Beginning
He brings an end to our sinning
The game is ending He is winning
Cleansing babblers in the ginning
He is the Last and the First
Will go to the ends of the earth
Hem the ends of the church
And put an end to
(and reverse) the curse
The end of the beginning
And the beginning starts now
to the endlessness of eternity
with many and several moments WOW!
Categories:
babblers, bible, god, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
In the mid of my garden
I sat on my fav chair to pen
Scents of newly bloomed flora
Bestowed metaphors plethora
Yes, let us pen,
Said my brain...
When I was about to pen
Gorgeous gomprehanas grinned
Oh! Those dancing violet crowns
They're the princesses enthroned???
"So what, you pen!!!"
Said my brain again
I meditated, words amassed;
Took a note, ideas blasted
But brisk babblers suddenly crossed
Shouted, spoke and Sang verses long
My poetic thoughts they looted to jolly along
O! I couldn't help, my dear brain
Again I sat down, closed my eyes,
Took a deep breath;
Mesmerized by the rhythmic breeze;
Then, a grasshopper stepped into the scene
His piercing song tore my mind's screen
And the ideas lingering awhile were cleaned
Sweet disturbances they're
Won't let us write or read
But not to be hated
As they make us breath the happy air
Bloody sweet disturbances they're
The Rationale behind our smiling faces
Feb 15 2023
Categories:
babblers, beautiful, bird, joy,
Form: Free verse
seven sisters meet
prattle trivial stories
~jungle babblers song
March 15 2022
For the contest 'Bird haiku' by Tania kitchin
Used how many syllables.com
Note: Jungle babblers are called as seven sister birds...
Categories:
babblers, analogy, animal, beauty,
Form: Haiku
Raising tunes of the koels in the morning
Interfering voices of the crows in between
Alarming sound of the hens and cocks
Tik tiks of woodpeckers that knock
Mild whistle of munias unplanned
Loud drums of babblers in band
Mimicry mynas that often recite
Songs of the robins on the site
Bewitching tunes of tailor birds
Kreech of parrots utter clear words
Are the prevailing voices of our earth
which provide succour to earth in breath
What if no Birds' sounds?
No grass Seeds will pierce the ground
Then the earth will go silent
and so the flowers turn violent
So praise the song of birds
For it's the soul of this world
That has the power to raise
the souls wilting due to curse
Categories:
babblers, bird, nature, song, sound,
Form: Rhyme
A little flight takes off nearby
Oops! It does not drift into the sky;
A tailor bird delves into the nest,
feeds the chicks, the food best
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them "May I come in?"
Some babblers stare at me sullenly
Oh! They're aiding grownup kids fly.
Umpteen birds "Who's the mom?", I wonder!
"We live in community" they thunder.
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Common crow butterflies glide in the air,
and seek their host plants everywhere;
Finalized the pink oleander as their host plant
Soon, a kaleidoscope of butterflies gonna enchant
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
White bubbles encroach the green grass
Bubbles emanate cracking, become like glass;
Oh! A big head with small eyes emerges,
garden lizard raises and starts to diverge
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Squirrels scamper everywhere
Munias, hoard millet seeds from here
Bulbuls, busy eating the worms
Biodiversity works in full term
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Categories:
babblers, animal, nature,
Form: Free verse
Chorus of birds
deafening the city traffic.
Babblers with fluttering wings
hop about in nonstop chatter.
Little sunbirds with jewel like wings
hunt their prey, who hang down
from silvery silk threaded webs.
Playful squirrels, still in their youth
race up and down
on the rough surfaces
of gnarled and aged trees and walls.
Little saplings of moss creep through
the cracks and walls.
And up on little sprigs,
meditates the lizard, inhaling the cool fresh air.
While bees buzz and hover
over fully opened blossoms
that dance in the wind.
The wind that carries a blossom's fragrance
the happiness of the birds
and the peace of the greenery.
Thus, come, breath the bliss of this Paradise
and may it purify you from within.
Categories:
babblers, beauty, garden, nature,
Form: Free verse
Here’s a warning alert
for all you children of the babblers,
who stand unrepentant
in your high faluting tower
The Son of Man is coming back,
soon returning again
And He’ll be sitting
on the right hand of power
If you haven’t been watching,
if you ain’t been praying
Do disregard this dire message,
then it goes without saying:
No need to do a double take,
you won’t see the Messiah coming
No sense in trying to hide,
all holes closed for rabbit running
In that holy, fearsome day,
say to the rocks: cover me
Crawl on the belly and say
to the dust: hide me, please
Children of the babblers,
build high your proud tower
Only to be brought down low,
your evil works cast to the wind
For the Son of God is coming back,
sitting on the right hand of power
When the clouds of heaven blow,
that will then be your destiny’s end
Categories:
babblers, religious, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form: Quatrain
How else do we prop a leaning tower?
Pull it down? Root and roof and all
falling, crush roaches and rodents—
aliens without a fatherland.
Leeches and suckers, they're. Carriers
of malaria, bloated tummies, fire red.
Hawks and vultures, hovering for carcass;
babblers, shrinking common coffers
with glee till the tower crumbles;
till they turn dumb. A peacock in borrowed
rainbow feathers, strutting. A white rooster
crowing at dawn with delight,
but cooing his dirge.
Will wind of fire fan a preening bird on
a perch? Will storm spare a lone Iroko
in a forest of shrubs; or soldier ants,
a tramping foot?
Digging deep, plumb and level in hand!
Dressed stone for foundation; cured bricks for walls!
The tower points high, firmly braced
in steady steps to stand storm and quake.
Stand! Stand, a tower as we stare gleefully,
heads raised to the sky.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Categories:
babblers, metaphor,
Form: Free verse