Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
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word in the fuss
where spoken on day one
they knew these words would be heard again
and in dispute they
were spoken loud enough
to illustrate the frustrations of
" Hedonistic Relationships"
when the source of there togetherness dried up
they were left longing and wanting
and both in need of a love based relationship
that was decent and supportive of one another.
each word heard like the first day they meet.
a churning storm that destroys
as it nutures.
The drought was releived by the storm, the storm
destroy things along it's path.
People profited from such misforutune.
a flock of small chirping birds flying
gliding over bare trees
above the snow glazed fields
gaining and falling
scattered by the wind
only to gather again . . .
Look as is your name.
Your self-same, as born a bird,
And look just as came
In today’s much-masking world,
Be not one howling with herd
Whilst hunting a bird--
No shame is god-given frame,
Be thy own last word.
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Tanka-Senryu |15.10.2025 | bird, mask, word, world
The tiny flightless Woodstock
chirped and chirped around the clock
Snoopy being his special friend of friends
understood all his verbal odds and ends
AP: 3rd place 2025
Where is the Bird chirping??
On the terrace,
On the lane of a window
In my mind
Oh tell me where I can find?
Or the house that is behind
Let the mystery be unwined
Bird is in the aviary,
Shouting for her freedom
Because the aviary is like gravedom..
Flying, jumping from this bough to the bough
Chirping sharp, calling the friends over slough
The foggy smokes are walking away slowly
For the adult winter the rising sun is mossy
The sparrow couple is sipping from bean flowers
Over the plums there are dancing the warblers
Twittering songs enchant the pink rosy fragrance
With flapping wings the butterflies on buds trance
Thru the window glass the sunny ray is peeping
One cup of espresso is fixing my eyes to the link
To natural canvas my darling becomes obsessive
With these pleasure my soul in poetic verse trip
Nature is ever alive; nature is divine, true beauty
Where the chirping birds is the music of divinity
February 06, 2023
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Chirping, tiny voices
Uplifted toward the skies
Small and fragile
Yet filled with a strength
Only heaven can give
With the gift of grace
As they sing and praise
Chirping, little voices
Singing joyfully, bright
As the hues that make up
Feathered coats, hopes
For the moment
When they leave the nest
Fly fast and free,
On a endless quest
For life’s sweet dream
Chirping, charming
With chirps of happiness
Poured out from beaks
Who are near the moment
Of release, sweet dream
They will rise to the skies
Leaving their mother’s nest
To find lives, settle
For no less than the best
Chirping, singing, crooning
A never ending song
Of prayer and praise
Warbling lyrics of grace
Awakening hearts and souls
To the whispers of delight
Found in those who see
Freedom bring
These beautiful creatures
To the skies, flying…
Flying, flying, flying
Through the heights
Of God’s breathtaking skies
As they take to the skies…
Their lives remind
God always supplies
He is the provider for birds
And those who know Him
Will always be heard
As they fly through this life
Flight Two Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 11, 2022
Comes Autumn, follows Fall,
Brown leaves begin to fall,
And when it snows in winter,
Trees look like skeletons that can't stir.
And when warm winds blow forth,
All the nature feels buoyed,
Warm weather fosters growth
That cold weather had destroyed.
So too happens in human world:
Men of cold hearts have little joy,
And those of warm bubble with buoy,
Tells me a little chirping bird!
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Musings | 43.02.2019 |
Some small thing was chirping
behind the washing machine.
Go look I told her
is it a bird or a chipmunk?
“You go look!” She said.
I did not want to go.
I didn’t go.
After a while, the chirping stopped.
I didn’t do anything
This morning I watch TV.
Drink coffee,
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
In sync with inner sound current
Nature smiles kindly
28-September-2020
"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 voice.
Twilight Chirping
It is about sundown
With a blend of sounds
From distant trees..
Stepping back..however..
I find chirping and
Hearing as One..
Chirping modifies
Hearing in the moment
Then..silent hearing
Resumes..Peace...
The night was dark yet cheerful
With a trip down the memory lane
Memories so gloomy yet blissful
Embracing the subdued heart's pain
It began as an effort for relief
And our tears started to flow
As we spoke our heart's grief
A bond transpire like winter snow
It was a night that altered the past
Into something that felt so pure
When the young souls felt better at last
They smiled merrily for sure
It's the feeling of a blessed mood
Like experiencing a morning sunshine
That brightens the shallow woods
With chirping of birds from the pine
She shines as the ray of hope
When the hitches in life arise
And building the path on a steep slope
Leading the way to Paradise
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