Best Cheeping Poems
Red rooster is crowing, perched on a split rail fence,
In the bloom of a rosy dawn, when all nature is tense.
In the chocolate colored trees, of the emerald leaves,
Baby bluebirds are cheeping, to the spicy warm breeze.
The flowers bob and curtsey, with many colorful cheers,
In a love affair that's endured, ages of sunlit years!
Purple shadows are drifting, the world partially awake,
And it's still a shadowy mystery, what destiny will make.
Perky squirrels are scampering, the sun is on his way,
Sweet life is beginning again, for it's a brand new day!
Baby birds cheeping in treetops high, mellow yellow,
Whippoorwills' song when even is nigh, red sunset glow,
Raucous crows in the hot noon sun, deep orange gold,
Humming bees in blazing wildflowers, dark green wold!
Seagulls' elegant glide over pounding surf, royal blue,
Crickets calling through a summer night, a black revue,
Loons hooting across transparent lake, twilight purple,
And cardinal chirps lonely songs, in pink crape myrtle!
Parrots squawk away the sunny hours, of forests green,
Nightingales sing forever and a day, white moonbeams,
Humming bird emblazons the peony bush, pretty pink,
Goldfinch trills on desert bush, as orange sun slinks!
Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing woods,
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains.
The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles!
Listen to the cryptic hooting, hissing, howling of the forest critters,
The whooshing weald is whistling, winking, whooping as living being!
Twittering its' silent sagacious saga when the ringing roots are entwining,
Gusting, the swooshing symphony of the smashing symbiosis.
The seeds are throbbing spasmodically into mature trees;
Sheltering the myriads of native wild species.
The wild blooms in seclusion are trilling in the tranquil breeze,
Twiddling and twirling in oblivion, invigorating the dying dandelions.
There is no hubbub; discrimination, feeble and strong, old and new,
Even cheeping competing species sloshing in consonance are clinking in gleeful communion!
The flapping, fluttering forest is clicking, caressing each other,
To enliven, the stup of the felled trees for hundred of years.
The mother trees are murmuring the lulling lullabies, nurturing their saplings.
They know not, the survival of the fittest, the gluttony!
In the thicket, there is no cacophony, but mere
Mellifluous rumbling of dribbling polyphony!
In the fields crops are growing
On the roof a rooster is crowing
In the yard hens are clucking
In the paddock the stallion is bucking
Near the back door baby chicks are cheeping
In the pond frogs are leaping
From the pasture donkeys bray
And the lively horses neigh
The barn cats are slowly creeping
While the farmer’s wife does housekeeping
In the barn cows are mooing
And in the rafters doves are cooing
The frisky collie barked
As the tractor is parked
In the pen the pigs grunt
Except for the cute little runt
By the pond the duck quacks
While the coon hound tracks
whilst at my desk i sit sleeping
the boss sneaks up behind creeping
lulling without care
birdsongs fill the air
when stop you fool stop that cheeping.
I watched in awe the laboring tenants of the birdhouse I'd made,
And for their family devotion, they (and I) have been amply repaid!
Mr. and Mrs. Wren became the proud parents of a couple of eggs,
And unto them were born two chicks with big mouths and wobbly legs!
The pair began building their cozy abode along about the first of May.
I watched from my patio as they stashed bits of grasses, feathers and hay!
They'd rest now and then 'tweeting' each other on the porch of their dwelling,
And not unlike we uncouth mortals, I sensed a bit of familial yelling!
Bye and bye, my ears heard two little birdies faintly a-cheeping,
And from the entryway I saw two little bobble heads shyly peeping!
Their wide-open mouths kept Mr. and Mrs Wren flying to and fro,
To fill cavernous craws with who knows what to help them to grow!
Then one bright morn I was privileged to see a wonder of God's Creation!
One little fellow emerged from the nest and paused with some hesitation.
Then, into the rising sun it flew from its perch - what a beautiful sight!
My soul was filled with elation - I had just witnessed the miracle of flight!
Entry for Soup's International Contest - December 2011
Satan tormentor of my dreams;
Deep into that darkness avalanche;
On that day my soul grew in ambers;
Lit on fire condemning---
Once upon this brilliants midnight silent;
I confess between you and me;
Both profess being ungodly;
But you no longer get my praise;
I now relinquish my chains;
Bound to hell only you not me, Satan GET THEE BEHIND ME…
I awoke and flung the HEET;
Instead I uncovered the sunshine heaven’s lined peace;
It threw its Satan’s ghost against the winds
Chaotic demons through which came sweltering, sweltering, sweltering…
They are perfumed from unseen kinds;
And the storms never shaping time;
But in the fact that it was cheeping;
Take thy static from out my heart peeping;
You warned me about the upstart;
Get out, Satan Get out;
Deep into that darkness twisting;
While I pondered, geometrical and existing;
And the downdrafts never tapping;
It was happening, just believe it-it’s happening;
Remembering many benign, crooked descents;
It threw its ghost against the disturbances;
The dynamic brought such sorrow;
Death shall bring slopes, fallen shadows;
I have dreamed further of the infernos;
I ask God this is not where I want to go;
Deep into that darkness ramping
Suddenly I see a light…
I hold on to Jesus tight;
That moment my soul grew benevolent;
I walked through HelL,
but I didn’t stay there;
Hallelujah! Heaven now awaits
4/09/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Sitting amongst the heat of the sun,
listening to the various harmonious sounds,
the bird's cheeping and chirping,
the wasp's buzzing,
takes me to a tranquil place,
the flight of the fanciful bird,
tiny little creature's,
beetles's, ladybird's, ant's,
inhibit one's land,
if only we were all by the sand,
that would make my dream land.
A series of cheeping notes
followed by chatter calls
welcoming a sunny spring morning
In the afternoon, the sky turns black
twilight of sun orange shades
heavy hail falling from the heaven
winds screaming in its gale force
Quivering feathers, wet and drenched
blanketing a monotonous chirrup
finding shelter under leaves
Arising smell of the heavenly primrose
lavenders the air dewdrops upon rose gold
In a chain of daisies warmly circles
In the sunlight of spring births
An effervescent voice cuts through
the parting dark clouds joining in
the long bubbling churrs of a song
Flower of all flowers, my garden Queen
When I pick you as my rose
Every color in you beautiful
Blooming red blushes pink crowning petals
Scepter of stellar beauty
Newborn flowers dance to the rays
Carnations shade the color of your chalice
A glance that holds a thousand in a split of a second
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid
Copyrighted 2016
I found my love in granules,
In father of manuals,
On 13th of annual,
In teacher of Samuel.
I am drunk, still awake to drink his elixir of love.
I pass out, and return to life like flying dove.
In his literature, I am the best of the buff.
In lonely cold nights, I escape with his love as ****.
Kill my activity,
Stole my creativity,
Bury my selectivity,
Stop my festivity,
Even vanish my identity,
In your worst nightmares.
I will be peeping and cheeping “ALI”
When the first person sat,
Then another came to bat,
Third the mischievous rat.
Then he came,
The brother of personality,
The origin of principality,
The epitome of functionality,
Having 11 as plurality,
The servant of immortality.
Come do repeat Mesum,
I am obsessed with his rum,
Cut my tongue or make me dumb,
Till my last breath I will not succumb.
Suicide is against the law,
Come and kill me and make me saw.
My Goal, My Destiny, My Station “ALI”
My Insanity leads me to getting called mad,
I am overwhelmed instead of being pale and sad,
I am supreme, having him as my master and lad,
My treasure of heart is out of your capacity to add.
He is not God, I believe in his Lord,
He is Creator’s Instrument 2nd Chord,
He is almighty’s best accord,
Beware of the double-edged sword.
Oh Superior of the men,
Oh host of the then,
Oh authority of the when,
Oh pen of the pen.
If I see anyone from first to fourteenth,
I will say “ALI”
-Daniel Rizvi
WALKING IN MY GARDEN
When I walk through my garden late in the day
I hear the drone of a buzzing bumble bee
What wonders I see as I go on my way
And baby birds cheeping in the old oak tree
Yes, those are the wonders I hear and see
6 January 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
to see hawthorn on the Summer hedges
bluebirds on the ledges of the low lying sill
near the old cotton mill
bird song fills the air, chirping cheeping, caterpillars creeping.,
through the leaves of green
glistening in the summer sun.
During enduring winter rain
the small bird cheeping
his only wish of certain warmth
ducks out of the sheeting rain - each
grain aimed an icy dart poignantly
tipped with a hardening past -
into the chimney duct through
too-small a hole for use again,
tweaking his wish to certain flames,
some sorta luck, and, suddenly drained,
to sync with the rain
Taking a stroll through the undergrowth
Back to where you and me pledged our troth
To love each other, come rain or snow
In the forest that we both love so.
It's glorious this time of the year
When the wild flowers start to appear
And trees are proudly sprouting fresh leaves
In a dainty dance upon the breeze.
We hold hands as the undergrowth’s rough
Which causes walking to become tough
Not that we need to have an excuse
When we’re free to be out on the loose.
Upon the trees birds chirp cheerfully
Cheeping in avian harmony
Squirrels foraging undergrowth store
Nuts they have buried on days before.
We spot young bunnies taking first hops
The farmers who're preparing their crops
In the distant not too faraway
Working happily throughout their day.
So pleased that we came upon this place
To delight in nature's wondrous grace
Appreciating scenes such as this
That we were all given as a gift.
Shield of dispersed clouds on the sky surface
Bright sun shining at its base
Whistling leaves in the soft morning winds
Cheeping birds enjoying their flights
Curious squirrel scurrying on a house wall
Holding something big in her mouth which looked like a ball
Flapping and circling of a target searching Raven pair
Chased away by an alert, smart Northern Flicker
View of the lake from a summit
Revealing shades of blue with greenery in the surroundings
A big yellow butterfly with black spots
Hanging out with a bee on flower tops
Treasure of a pink ball found on the way by the Labrador
Contentment and bliss felt by both through earth’s simple nature..