Pitter patter rain
soft sweet chirrups fill the sky
a lone bird flies high
Categories:
chirrups, bird, nature, rain,
Form: Haiku
stirring
with
silver
throated
chirrups
cherry
sonata
soothing
serenade
beauteous
rhythm
mid-morning
mood
tunnel of cell tone
dissipates
drowned
by
delirious
elixir of solitude
Categories:
chirrups, bird, music,
Form: Free verse
In the woods, where silence secrets
Songs so alive with the harmonies of chirrups,
Tweets, peeps and twitters, colors of light
Falling like liquid insight into the spirit who hears
The voice of God through the oaks and laurels,
Through the woods gentle melodies, ballads and narratives…
Categories:
chirrups, animal, blessing, god, inspiration,
Form: Verse
Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
Categories:
chirrups, allegory, cat, cute, magic,
Form: Personification
Your love is a yellow hue
do paint me this meadow
with delight from Dion's blues
pleasing the third quarter ear.
When it chirrups chirrups!
& rock my heart so fierce
do strum your gentle palms
& lips blushing pilgrims.
And in some mannerly devotion show
tread upon my winter seasons
unpleasing the envious autumn,
when the eyes is nothing without the Sun.
Categories:
chirrups, crush, i love you,
Form: Ballad
Those melancholic eyes and downturned lip,
Resembling not so much a whining dog
As sorrow crafted with a stagehand’s whip
Or acted by some theatre’s thespian cog,
Did glisten once with tears of salt and truth,
Conveying more the fear of a gazelle
Than mocking looks of crocodiles uncouth;
And thus protective instincts came to swell.
With words of consolation and replies
Of wordless love addressed upon the ear,
I tried to tease out sweet chirrups and sighs,
And out the pores the flaming fever steer.
Ebullience half-drowned by th’urge to weep
Recalled the duty love had made us keep.
Categories:
chirrups, romantic love, sad,
Form: Sonnet
The Silent white grave,
Muted chirrups of sparrows
Fallen petals of Green dreams
Just put your ear very close
Hear the last melodies
Sung by a cuckoo.
Gaze at the White surface
See the last steps of grassy dances!
Just Smell it,
Feel the last blooming of a jasmine!
A forest is sleeping inside a paper.
You are strange Creature!
Same as a human,
Writing poems about forests,
trees, worms, rivers, and leaves.
Pretending not to see
That you are writing on a white grave!
Killing the word “Sincerity”
Burying the corpse of a forest!
Categories:
chirrups, earth day, flower, funeral,
Form: Free verse
My friend the thrush with speckled throat
he sits in a cave in the bush
that grows just outside my window.
This is the room that I work in
Surrounded by my computers
He has come this day of my gloom
and he cocks his head and chirrups
and the world’s a better place.
Thinks, what is a mass in the lung between friends?
I have lived, sometimes too well
and now, perhaps, I have to pay
c’est la vie as the actress said
when caught with the Bishop in bed
This is my world and I can share
with my friend the thrush who looks in
He bobs his head in thanks, I guess
for berries past and those to come
He has just a knowing air
as he eats just one more berry
and then another they are so good
He throws back his head and sings
a hymn of thanks
for life, his mate and by the way
The berries were delicious!
Categories:
chirrups, sad,
Form: Free verse
An angry squawking sound outside
Disturbed the rural peace.
I thought some crazy bird was perched,
His cry a mad release.
Instead, I stared a squirrel down;
His tail was all a'twitch
As he emitted clucking sounds
At quite a fevered pitch.
Between each dozen chirrups,
He let out a plaintive moan.
The message, loud and clear to me,
Was "Leave my turf alone!"
In all my years I never have
Encountered such a creature.
The real surprise was learning
Squirrels had that vocal feature.
I wondered if perhaps he had
A scary case of rabies;
Or possibly, he was a she,
Protecting squirrel babies.
In any case, I went inside
And left him to his squawking.
I hope he'll scamper far away
Before I go out walking!
Categories:
chirrups, animals,
Form: Rhyme
Glowering heavens, ponderous, intense
With weighty, cumbersome charcoal clouds,
Drawing close enough to touch,
Deeply sigh with promise.
Profound luminosity emanates
From the garden's green soul
And colors, blossoms' pure power,
Of carmine, cobalt and gold
Compete for the observer's eye,
Eager as young teens at their first school hop.
Hush! The bee, preoccupied, flies low,
Returning to the haven of his hive
To dance beware messages for his eager swarm.
Click-clack of cat flap heralds the return,
From arabesques and jetées with doomed butterflies
On daisied lawn, of the cat
To her cushion-comfortable bed.
Bird huddles secretly in hidden nest,
Occasional soft chirrups the sole clue
Highlighting an apprehensive heart.
I too am still, breathless, mindful, rapt,
Revelling in expectation of clattering thunder,
And wide-wakening, illuminating lightning
That reveals all mighty mountains, luscious meadows,
Immense oceans and sweeping sky with electric clarity.
O how I luxuriate in the excitement of this moment,
Hand in hand with you, our hearts full of wonder,
Before the imminent, soaking celebration
Of the urgent storm.
Categories:
chirrups, happiness, nature,
Form: Free verse