Best Bulbul Poems
Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung
Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.
Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born
among ancestral stones
white willows in Ruisui weep
dew-kissed
cycad fronds catching first sunlight
Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals
Walami earth holds stories in its coolness.
Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness
waters reflecting the tribe’s quiet prayers
Bamboo leaves in green and gold
crested mynas gather in quiet repose
wind moves with the chime of a temple bell.
Ancestral path wanders into the Central Range
oolong tea clouds drift
above Qilai’s blue ridges
A white egret lifts over Guangfu’s terraces
air clear as poured Longjing.
A bulbul calls
blue magpie glides
the slow unlayering of day
Huatung Calligrapher’s span warm to newborn light
time unspools—
bright
unmeasured.
Light widens
dawn follows Yu Shan’s shadowed valleys
the world in quiet promise
soft light
drifting into morning.
Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.
Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar,
Tousles my hair and briskly passes.
I hear a Bulbul warbling from a tree afar.
Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket,
With deadlines none, I feel so light.
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down,
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight.
This brief respite is truly a delight,
At a time when life is going out of gear,
With so much of work and very many errands,
Task on task and each day’s toil and care.
Now the house is empty with my own space,
To pursue things of my preferential choice,
To feast on the flowers in dawn’s early light,
And to lose myself in the company of the Muse.
To indolently watch the time slipping by,
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden,
To skip a meal and close the kitchen down,
To hum and sing in gay abandon.
Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace,
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess.
Of late I have begun to realize,
It sure has its shimmering gloss.
* * *
After a cool night’s blissful sleep and rest,
I woke up a little late, feeling full of zest.
Today, like a nomad, free to roam in places I love,
And venture out on a day’s audacious quest!
Jan. 2023
~ Placed First~
Pick- a- Title, Vol.34. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.
Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar,
Tousles my hair and briskly passes,
I hear a Bulbul warbling from a tree afar.
Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket,
With deadlines none, I feel so light.
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down,
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight.
Now the house is empty with my own space,
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden,
To indolently watch the time slipping by,
To hum and sing in gay abandon.
Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace,
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess.
At times I crave for dolce far niente
It sure can revamp lives with occasional recess.
bulbul is singing
we will meet up tomorrow
immaculate joy
Do you know in which country's leaves are greener than any other country?
Do you know in which country where you have to walk through soft green grasses?
Do you know in which country where people cultivate golden grains?
Do you know in which country where the golden lotus blooms?
Do you know in which country where people wake up hearing the chirping of birds?
Do you know in which country where the farmers go to thier lands after eating rice with salt and green or hot chilli?
Do you know in which country where the natural disaters can take everything from them but their sweet smiles?
Do you know in which country's people sacrificed thier lives for their mother tongue?
Do you know in which country's brave son crossed the English Channel several times by swimming?
Do you in which country's mother don't want to leave thier sons and daughters from their laps?
Do you know in which country where the Grey faced or headed Woodpeckers make rythm on the green bamboo poles?
Do you know in which country where the Kingfishers dive into shallow ponds for catching fish?
Do you know in which country where birds for examle, Magpie, Bulbul, swallow sing a song from branches to branches of the trees?
Do you in which where the Weaver bulit their nest up into the palm trees?
Do you know where the Seagull helps the captain to run thier ships to thier destinations safely?
Do you know in which country has the longest sea beach all over the world?
Do you know in which country has the largest mangrove forest all over the world?
Do you in which country is famous for The Royal Bengal Tiger?
She is our darling Bangladesh,
This is nothing but our Bangla.
Rain
I hear the pitter-patter of rain,
greedily savor the whiff of bathed Earth
and I see, yet again, that palace frozen in time
my home, far, far away.
The misty memories of a blissful past
lay interred in those walls of faded pink,
the heaving groan of the rusted gate sounds
as melodic as the chirp of the bulbul.
The rain smelt sweeter then, in those bygone days
when I'd hold my grandfather's large hand, and
my little feet would splash puddles all about.
How I feel sometimes, as if only yesterday
that large umbrella towered over me amid
the incessant drip-drop and that man's
booming laughter as we'd walk!
And it reminds me then, of that day,
embellished eternally in my mind,
when even that man, larger than life itself
was united with Earth's welcoming bosom.
It rained even then, upon the both of us,
and trickled down my moistened cheeks,
for there was no umbrella over my head.
Date: October 26, 2021
6th Place, Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
"The whole world can wait …this fleeting moment is only for you and me!"
(By Poet)
A moment of intense anticipation!
The phone rings….on the display, I see your name.
CLUTCH the phone tight, do I utter a GASP !
Everything stops around me! Everyone freezes!
It’s a supermarket…a girl organizing fruits,
women engrossed in choosing breads,
a long queue at fishmonger’s!
The whole world can wait …this fleeting moment is only for you and me!
lavender HUED memories GLIDE wistfully through my thoughts..INHALE the fragrance of our cherished ambrosia flowers…
your tender voice serenade me to a hamlet lavishly painted with serene VINES and shrubs carving the contours of an alluring landscape,
the harmonic cadence of chimes from a temple SOAR above, with melodious bulbul and koel crooning a sublime sonata,
my heart flutters with lilac passions remembering the CLASP of our fervent hands, and
I HOLD my breath, GRASP this moment, the way I have treasured many..
with you, and only with you.
FIRST PLACE
June 29, 2021
Inspired by Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(A bird-in man poem)
Yes, any bird can be the common crow;
the bulbul or the yellow bird.
And parrots, ofcourse;
because every tree has got its own bird.
But to which colour does your bird belong to?
Red-plumed; yellow-feathered?
My eyes nested on her head.
But said she: black is not the crow; but the crow is black.
Fluttered my butterflies on her lips;
She told: red is not red bird; but red bird is...
The snails fingered on her areolae to nausea; brown isn't the bulbul but the bulbul is brown, said she.
Then the snakes tongued into her naval flower.
She replied: blue is not any snake; but snake is blue.
While bites both venomous and mutual entwined us into ecstasy, on my moringa tree,
there rained all the parrots!
They ate my seeds to the barren.
Yes, green isn't the parrots but parrots are green, said she.
Which is the colour of my bird?
Alas, the parrots flew away with the answer.
But each with the same feathers.
And now we are flying trees with the same feathers.
(The end)
(On parrots:
Most parrots are monogamous, form strong pair bonds which in some cases last for life, which in larger species atleast 82 years.)
"Nature from my house"
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Gulmohar tree red flowers abound
breeze creates red carpet on ground
Dove bulbul sparrow parrot crow robin
chirp merrily in morning
melodious surround
Morning in mountains fog descents
shining ice scattered around.
Evening sun, a red ball descents,
slowly on other side, west bound.
red vented bulbul
built nest in my balcony -
perfect bowl of twigs
Date: 9/7/2020
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Burung kutilang
Siapa yang mengambil gunting kuku?
Siapa yang mengambil pemotong rumput, siapa yang menaruh pisau dapur ?
Disini ,
Bagaimana gergaji bisa hilang? Dan dikemanakan aroma harum leherku
Sejak kapan pohon-pohon berlari dari tepian sungai meninggalkan lembah-lembah
Dia mengintip dari balik bukit-bukit dari balik jendela perpustakaan yang berdebu
Dia hanya seekor lalat
Yang tiba-tiba berjumlah ribuan
Duduklah,
Atau berbaringlah
Letakan jidatmu di dinding bumi
Yang dingin
Kiranya pelangi sudah menyambar kepalamu dari balik selangkangan satelit
Dwijokoharianto. 20:15 / 13/11/2018
If this fair flower blossom not, The bulbul will not sing,
Nor rose-buds make the garden smile welcoming in the spring;
If he is not the saki, then nor jar nor wine will be,
Nor in this world will tawhid shine, Nor your heart beat in you;
Yonder ethereal skyey tent, This great name still sustains,
And dancing to its music, flows the blood in Life’s own veins.
It is in the forests and the hills, And on the tranquil plains,
On the seas, in the arms of waves, In roar of hurricanes;
A music heard in China’s towns, Morocco’s desert-song,
And hid within each Muslim’s heart, It makes his faith grow strong.
Let all the peoples of the world see till the end of time,
How I have made this glorious name beyond all thought sublime!
That pupil of the eye of Earth, Soil only dark men tread,
That region where have always been your martyrs born and bred,
That land upon the hot sun’s lap, That land of al-hilal,
Which lovers fondly love to call The land of their Bilal,--
Is all a-quiver with this Name, Like trembling mercury,
Like pupils dark, in pools of light, It swims perpetually!
Your shield be wisdom, be your sword the flaming Love Divine,
My fond dervish! do you not know that all the world is yours?
All else but God is at your feet, If sounds your Takbeer great;
If you a Muslim truly are, Your effort is your fate.
To my Muhammad be but true, And you have conquered me;
The world is nothing you will command My Pen of Destiny.
Kalam e Iqbal (The Answer to complaint by Allah AlMighty to Pious Muslim on their Kind Complaint)
Translated By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Birds have started chirping
Sun is just about to set
Squirrel is squeaking as it scampers on branches of flame tree
Bees are buzzing
Crows can be heard saying caw, caw
Eagle flies with a screeching sound
Oriental magpie robins can be seen on flame tree chattering.
They sit on a branch, walk towards flowers, drink nectar, fly to another branch, do the same.
They want to finish eating before sunset
Squawk, squawk, parrots screech as they fly together.
It seems they are going to some place to sleep
A flock of sparrows can be seen on flame tree.
They pluck a petal from flame tree, munch it.
Stomach full, they start chirping.
Red-vented bulbul whistle melodiously
Red whiskered bulbul whistles cheerily
Tuk, tuk, tuk sings coppersmith barbet
Koyal sings mellifluous music with its koo, koo, koo
Suddenly warmth of sun is gone.
Cool breeze blows
Red sun goes down the mountain to other side
Chirping of birds stops
No noise can be heard.
Absolute silence and peace permeate the surrounds
11.05.2021
Contest Name :The Audience Falls Silent
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Premier contest winner 7th position
Note: Inspired by Malabika Ray Choudhury's poem "There Was Silence"
Click on this link to see above mentioned birds-
https://www.cntraveller.in/story/mumbai-birding-balcony-11-birds-spot-colaba-pali-hill-andheri-dadar-coronavirus-quarantine/
From a very little age, I have loved birdatching. before we go on a trip, we used refer some books and write down a list of birds to check on. we actually gave up this habit after several of our successfully planned trips had to be canceled due to disastrous weather. now I'm 15 and my friends think I'm nuts, but I still love birdwatching. we note down the birds in every trip and make a big list of the birds we've seen.
I have seen...
. IPH
. CS Eagle
. Sp. dove
. Col. dove
. RW lapwing
. Rv bulbul
. BHIbis
. OM robin
... I don't remember all, but the list goes to some number near 200...
*it's tiring to write the full names of birds when you just see them, especially when there's several birds in one place, so we devised for ourself a special abbreviated coding system, which may or may not give out some hilarious meanings.... anyway, here are the real names of the birds.
IPH - Indian pond heron
CS Eagle - Crested Serpent Eagle
Sp. dove - Spotted dove
Col. dove - Collard dove
RW lapwing - Red wattled lapwing
Rv bulbul - Red vented bulbul
BHIbis - Black headed Ibis
OM Robin - Oriental Magpie Robin
Spring Birds Chirping
Spring is striking string of harp
resonating cheerful chirrup.
Indian Bulbul whistling singing
Migratory rosy Starling!
Pretty Parrots and Parakeets
form flock in social circuits.
Golden back Woodpecker restless.
Little Robin red breast careless.
Blue birds showing season of Spring
Migratory birds most surprising
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02/27/21
' Spring Birds ' Contest by Constance La France
Gulmohar tree also called flame tree surrounds my house
From my balcony and windows I get view of tree top
Summer is flowering season for them (It is summer in India now)
Bare brown branches now have new leaves and flowers.
First a cluster of bud emerges,
green stem, green small round buds
They look so pretty, young and tender
Then flowers bloom,
Orange red clusters dancing and smiling
Waving at me, telling me be happy
Enjoy the moment
Next moment is uncertain
How true!
For any moment some bird will come and pluck them dead
These flowers are food for many birds
I see Robin, Sparrow, Bulbul, Butterflies feed from these flowers
They eat leaves, drink nectar
Even squirrels munch them.
They are food for many, life uncertain, but full of joy
Always dancing, joyous and happy, spreading cheer around!
Bright orange flowers among green leaves and brown branches
Against the backdrop of blue sky
Their beauty is enchanting
Bare curved branches with flowers at the tip look like a spoon with delicious food
I watch them whenever possible
How much joy one tree can give I wonder
Food for many, beautiful surroundings...
When the flowers fall down,
they create a beautiful orange carpet in the ground
I feel blessed to be surrounded by them
Thank you God
for bountiful bliss freely given
Submitted to :
Contest Name : The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far
Sponsor : M. L. Kiser
1st place
27.05.2021
Note: picture above taken from my balcony