I can take you to the quietest of places
Where you get to hear nature in its very essence
The crows of the cocks
The hums, soft in contradiction, of the birds
The rustling of leaves
The sway of trees
All of a sudden, charged
The cock's crow returned
The birds,
Both small winged and big winged
Own the sky.
The clouds high as I
In the zone,
falls back in the horizon.
Nostalgic memory
nerve nodules ache for blissed breathy musical beats
reverie
I hear music
for dances of slow life longing
cubic
Birdsong
in garden heats
prong
Nostalgic memory
for dances of slow life longing
prong
At dusky dawn
a scamper of paws
resounds on parquet
and marbled halls.
The Obermeier tinkles
ancient ivory vibrates
in a concerto
of feline chords.
Soprano meows contend
with the garden quartet
of iridescent birds
rapt joyously
in kingly melodies.
Tweet tweet tweet
I hear the birds speak
I wonder what they say
Perhaps it’s a song
Or a prayer strong
To welcome golden day
The sunshine glows
And wouldn’t you know
By their cheerful chirps
Perhaps they’ve learned
To get the early worm
And whistle while you work
I lay here nude
Enjoying their tune
Of rainbow inflections
Tan ceiling fan on
Creating my own song
Sunny disposition suggestion
Good morning soupers
May you all be troupers
As you earn that early worm
May you keep hope
With or without clothes
As the world turns
Come her! Go there!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Do this! Do that!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Eat seed! Find nut!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Have chicks! Make fat!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Through twig! Through leaf!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
My song! I sing!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
On wing! On foot!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
It must be Spring!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
BIRDSONG
pleasing
perfect
pitch
A song fades into the dark night
Song of wonder in mourning light
Breath of grace weeping silent tears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Melodies, rich with softest notes
Gentle wings who the wind promotes
Birds praising until the storm clears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Rhythms of desire, humble rising
Music flows through each baptizing
Harmony that the heart reveres
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Feeling grows wild as summer fades
Chorus trembles as rain cascades
It feels like music to the ears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
at the crack of dawn
oh what joy rest inside the heart
while my heart revolves around
the wild scent of the blue moon
nest the black-tailed cockatoo
white and yellow crown displayed
black and orange feather arrangement
upon the breast and wings
leaping from the canopies of tropical trees
ascending towards the Serengeti-blue sky
thus a beautiful sound
resonating through the atmosphere
making the sound of golden coronets
while thanking God
for the humble birdsong prayer
asking for its daily bread
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
Jog memories of a loved one, missed so
Spectacular sky of heavenly blue
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
Days lovely as this remind me of you
All things splendorous out on worldwide show
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
Babbling brooks and whispering winds that blow.
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
Spectacular sky of heavenly blue
Days lovely as this remind me of you
All things splendorous out on worldwide show
Jog memories of a loved one, missed so
Spectacular sky of heavenly blue.
At dawn and dusk the birdsongs busk;
The highlights of my day.
I'd gladly waste out every hour,
as they sing out our their hearts for no pay
I'd go without food or water
Until my eyes dried out
My ears bled from the tones
And I'd happily pass away
“birds care not for whom they sing” Quote by: Silent One
The Gemini garden is in full bloom
Looking glorious in the month of June
The sound of silence, apart from birdsong
Is magic to whom the garden belongs.
Birds sing intermittently all day long
It’s their language spoken in tweet-along
Their tunes are music to us humans too
Do they know that? one would hope that they do.
Rose and honeysuckle, jewels of June
In a vase boom ambience of a room
Lily of the valley and lavender
In Gemini gardens add their lustre.
Roses, being the symbol of romance
Grace the air with their alluring fragrance
Honeysuckle too are a gift God-sent
As are all flowers, wafting heaven scent.
At the close of day when moon and stars glow
Nature puts on a magnificent show
Stupendous delights in silence of night
In Gemini gardens, peace does ignite.
On swift wings, blessed by the light,
who pours out the melody,
scriptures come to life – in the song,
joyful noises, crafted by hope,
soothing away the dark, coloring the life
in gentle truth, praises poured out,
all through the music, songs drifting,
on the edge of a heart – rhythmic, beyond the winds,
who remember only the showers,
the storm who haunts with its whisper,
blessings gesture to the souls who recall…
on swift wings, they soar, gliding through the skies,
at peace with the graceful sun, at peace…
they seem to sing, ‘just see what God has done’,
“J U S T S E E… what God has done…
And, He has only just begun! He has only just begun!!!!
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
White fluffy clouds, glorious sunshine too
Moonlight and starlight remind me of you
A vision in all that comes into view.
In babbling brooks and soft breezes that blow
I glimpse the angel I lost and love so
All things are heightened in memories flow
Memoirs to cherish from long, long ago.
I visualise you in falling rain
The melody of your heart sung again
A lullaby of the sweetest refrain
Vision of mother in heaven's domain.
In a rainbow’s colourful hues are you
For you were a woman of colours too
Colour, you said, would brighten up our days
And I wear many colours too, always.
I observe you in the ice and snowfall
When you appear the prettiest of all
Your face a picture I’d place on a wall
It’s vision clear paradise is a ball.
Birdsong
I want to hear you sing again
Your song I miss
That smooth refrain
Too out of reach
You're way up high
As distant as the Summer sky
In moments of my solitude
You fly away
If e'r pursued
So here I sit
To close my eyes
Let the present moment rise
And meet you there
In cloudless skies
The song that no true heart denies.
Jinjagoliath
6th June 2023
I heard a black bird’s song today
He balanced high on a wire
His dark coat purple in reflection
His voice high and sweet
above the ocean’s roar and
the hum of traffic on the beachside highway
So pleasant, melodic,
not unlike a tune to be stolen by the Mockingbird
He called out so clear and soft
Was it a springtime love song?
A call for a mate only spoken at the end of winter?
Or had I never heard the delicate song
of a creature whose like surround me
as I walk through the grass each day?
Hello, he cried
So far above me on that wire
in a moment we shared together
as our lives intersected
for just that instant
in a departing winter
and an awaking spring.
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