Best Nightjar Poems

The unmistakable nightjar
Rattling dusk's lullaby
What a strange sleep seduction...
It's just 8 PM!


Date written and posted: 10/20/2018...

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'Tis nineseventeenPM!
On the balcony, in a rocking chair
In full twilight surrender
Savoring this wonderous time capsule
This moment of captivating tranquility 
So soothing I wish It would...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines...

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In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries 
As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky 

Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen
Is searching for woodland...

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It is thy wanton gestures that contrive inside long auburn
curls -
Wherefore to diminish the pleas of a warm, lustful
breeze!
For though gilded rays shall grace all...

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In the dappled hour between day and twilight,
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Indigenous forest so awash with trees.
Leaves strum a tune in the cool Autumn breeze.
Rustling rowans and galloping ash.
A rustic blanket for a well trodden path.

Plum...

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Show me what you see each day 
Through your sparkling eyes of greens and browns
Do you see the smiles, the tears and frowns
On children's faces...

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A gentle knight chirped and roaming the way of desert at night.
 His dancy browny hair, blue eyes made romantic guy and couraged.
 He lured...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines...

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I Am Not Chuck-Will’s-Widow


Part I: Bullies, Lodging and Treats  

             Whip-Poor-Will at...

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It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines...

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Dark river
The still
Lost stories
The will

Nightjar or skylark
The water doesn’t care
Moonshine or sunlight
Don’t you dare

Questions for the waters?

Too many words unspoken
Too many secrets stolen
Too many tears...

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The bog cotton hisses in concert with the curlews bubbling wail.
The salt air stirs the marram grass, the sand sedge and sea kale.
Alone she walks...

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