Best Cheeps Poems

An unhurried sun slides across the horizon
Preparing for slumber behind distant waves
And daylight’s last seagull rides thermals in search
Of a late night fish supper - the herring he craves 

A paint shop explosion enlivens the skies
As the sun doffs its cap to the tail end...

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He listened for them in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good 
and Cat could feel his stomach growl

Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck...

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The mirage of yesterday shimmers over today,
pearly, dulcet, raining over sunshine memory
with an allure of tones chanted as poetry.

Nonverbal cues, squawks, screams, cheeps, brush
my ears over the crash of waves and the stolen
whispers of conversation I share with you.

If I pivot toward today, six feet...

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There’s rainsong on Sunday morn.
The herald of Springtime reciting.
A chorus of wings in the changeover.
Unrelenting litany of praise from fowl.

Nature, humble and knowing, cheeps
loud and not silent, healing with peace.
Chirping, stirring, Winter to be released.

Forget the shadow of groundhog, lean
into the melody of a wet...

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O we are all very well informed 
how horrible might been our reality
in the time  of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day all monsters and predators
from the park of totalitarian  communistic  Jurassic 
suddenly exploded  out  for absolute freedom
according...

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I bow down before the break of day...
 
Where the feeling of melancholy apprehension
fades by the emblazoning and dilating skies
Yet the stillness behold a sensation
even amid the hues and cries.
 
I concieve of a deity beyond the breaking horizon
and I strain my ears to get...

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Fresh blossoms of trees and shrubs
Tender blooms of vine creepers
Meek buds developing into flowers

Glistening leaves’ swaying whispers
Glorious displays of emerald runners
Liberal scatterings of dynamic colors

Soft touches of crisp gusts
Reflective bouquets of dreamy fragrance
Enthusiastic cheeps of song birds
Mother Nature’s embellishments of spring air...

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Eat me as cheeps
Boil me as food
Either green or yellow
I grow every where
Green when unripe
Yellow when ripe
I give you suckers for the 
Future
Give me nine months
I  give you
Fruits yes fruits
Plenty of it
Some to sell
Some to eat....

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Blackbird is dead.
Yes.  That is what I said.
The woods are still.  The sun is red.
Cherries near his little head.

Dark is coming.  Nanette weeps!
The wind shivers.  Nightowl peeps.
Gone the robin's trills and cheeps.
The song is ended.  Time sleeps.

Sober the jay in...

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Spring brings the red-breasted robins
To fill the early morning hours
With their cheery chirrs that beckon
The sun to waken the flowers.
Dewy heads of dandelions
Are first to stir from nighttime sleep
Like little yellow rising suns;
And from the trees in nests are cheeps
From newly hatched robin fledglings.
On the...

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This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Observing the notional landscape about death,
Sometimes I begin to tear.
Faraway men rotten six feet under, dead;
What will I do when death angel appear?
The unknown place that's reserved for all men here on earth,
Where's the route for me not to near.
Where's...

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Placid winter cuddles close, lacing exotic spring.
Tapestry of flowers, birds in heavenly wings.
Wakes up a green canopy, exalted in chirpy trill
Peeps, cheeps in rhythm, clatter in medley thrill.

Dappled throat, bright feather, flitters branch to branch.
Gyrating chest in trees, notes perch in avalanche
Tra la la.. chick...

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Feckless forest faeries faintly frolicking for fiddling foundlings.
Morose mortals merrily mixing meager mushroom munchies 
Fantastical fey forever feeds frenzied fevers following forest firs 
Chattanooga chirps, cheeps, chattering chipmunks, chewing crunchies....

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"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous."  Aristotle


Sweet
Singing
Chirping bird,
Chant notes with grace,
Whistle blissful tunes,
Whisper those short high cheeps,
Twitter those thin tender tweets,
Twist my moments of silent tears
Cover other notes so duff and dull
Coz someday, boys and girls might sing your...

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Cypress haven
Out echoes of the hollow
Creatures of the night
Hoot of Great Horned Owl

Cheeps and chirps shadowed
Seem to follow
Maybe, saw grass yips
Puppies upon the prowl

Sunken moss covered fallen
Echoes reaching further out of hollow
Black cubs fuzzy
First words loud into growl

Or whiny songs
Crying baby swallow
Bullfrog warts
Balloon chin bellows

Maestro...

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