Chirr Poems - Poems about Chirr

... Call and chirr of crickets non stop ceaseless, no pause in chorus at evening conference. Flock in cheerful assembly. Symphony in monotony. Probably urgent c......

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...The chirr of parched insect wings – bible dust preaching from long abandoned boots. Baked into the sky homesteads linger on the burnt stumps of exhausted summers. Dander creaks on dry porch......

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...daybreak calls off moon's whitewash in the wee of this morn I startled up from what quite seemed like a crash landing from midair plunge of a fledgling's first flight—thanks to my false 'alarmers'......

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...Oodles of robins; harbinger of spring this brutally cold March 5th, 2021 Turdus migratorius - otherwise known as robin red breast jabbering Kon'nichiwa i.e. honorable guest gather materials to ......

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...it's the midnight hour as i watch the rise and fall of your breath blend in peerless harmony within the cicada's song i twirl along in secluded mind where thoughts fall faded like shadows ......

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...The chirr of parched insect wings – bible dust preaching from long abandoned boots. Baked into the sky, homesteads linger on the burnt stumps of exhausted summers. Dander creaks on dry porc......

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...The bells are ringing in deference to the songbirds. Cardinals, robins, and one lone blue jay, I always feel sorry for. Twittering and tweeting, serenading me, the blue jay hanging back a bit. Chi......

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...Egypt, please pay off the Jewish people...in pyramids chirr...….chirr.....chirr......

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...Outside my window, underneath an eave, nestlings chirr, greeting the new dawn Sleepy eyes begin to open, seeking, much to do now that dark of night is gone The Keeper of the Stars is gatherin......

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...my face reflecting in a glass was small; the face looked sure, was sensible, yet appeared to be a kind of abashed, intimidated and embarrassed, as the glasses add up one, two and more and more ......

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...SHUT NOT THOSE EYES Don’t shut those eyes For there in my chortle lies. In them I see a glaring new dawn As your beaming smiles meld with the rising sun To dry up the gore on my psyche left By ......

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