Fluting Poems | Examples

Things I love

Puppies who rumble playing tough
Kittens who curl in balls of fluff
New born babies ever so small
I love these things, I love them all

Roses that drape over a fence
Pansies so bright, colours intense
Sunflowers? Yes, growing so tall
I love these things, I love them all

Robin who flaunts his russet breast
Sparrow sat brooding on her nest
The blackbird with his fluting call
I love these things, I love them all

Voices that sing, church bells that ring
Children who dance, the highland fling
Burnished leaves in the Autumn fall
I love these things, I love them all.

Yearning for Spring

Spring is back.
For hark!
The Eastern Bluebirds have returned,
Flying in droves from tree to tree,
Singing to their hearts’ delight.
No wonder they symbolise
The joy and happiness
Of gardens with fragrance love.

Yet I also admire The Swainson Thrush,
Aspiring grandeur with its fluting song.
A sure sign that Spring is back,
A choir of music mixed with skylarks,
Achieving a harmonious symphony,
A feeling that adds to the joy of bells.

Sailing Sheep

Nothing is better than dining on a fluting restaurant 
where you can sip your favorite flute 
while waiting for your bowl of favorite fish soap
and plait of your favorite dish, 
or you can wonder around 
while watching the sailing sheep. 

*Just for fun* 

March 28, 2023

A Glimmer of Gold

Sunlight over receding sea, small waves born.
            Thawing frozen clouds drenched with rain.
Leaves sparkled where motley was worn.
Breeze through golden twilight again.
                        Delivered a calming blow to the restless,
Fluting never ceases and is zestless.
Nature's grace often leaves me speechless,
      We are in awe of her rich color scheme.
            Birds pondering in their nests by the stream,
                        Sliding down a frail stalk-like shadow dream.
Serenading with pleasure rather than scorn, 
            With such exquisite food, no one feels pain.
      The crashing waves soothe me, I walk breathless.
            Calmed in my heart, I muse on nature's gleam.

Written: February 04, 2023

Fragmented Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet

Valentines

On the floating vegetation mat the nest is
Swans are quacking, moving to water sedge
Swamp of charming dawn with the raw ray
The flowers are waking up on the love bay

Rising sun are hugging the window glass
Through the sky-blue curtain fluting bass
On the bed of wintry frost canvas is ready
Pink roses are gleaming to paint your key

No dream there is to buy the heart of Eden
It’s me, the love for you come from heaven
Valentines unveil saintly to all amorous truth
To be true index for all come to be love root

Let’s collect the loving seeds of insightful light
Plant all in the field of beauty to be pure guide

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
16/01/2023

Valentine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose |

Like An Autumn Sun

 I  thought I had forgotten
the end of summertime,
I thought I stopped remembering
that last night you were mine.

Moments side by side
before fresh petals dried.

But like an autumn sun in skies of blue,
Low I sink in you.
Recalling our slow dance
far from crowds and friends,
My fleeting light through leaves,
through  thoughts and  quiet love
in cobbled narrow streets.


To first October rain
 pit-pattering in streams
Flowing,slowly falling 
like early threaded dreams.
Swaying,gently playing
 sad fluting melodies.

But like an autumn sun in skies of blue,
Low I sink in you.
Suddenly I think,I think of you.
Upon your tired shoulders
I set my  orange  hue.

Brothers

(for Columbus)

In this season of hornbills and sesame grains,
Your colors become sharper than war cries.
In this season of brow-antler-deers and new rice,
Our colors become bloody and drip like tears.
Someone had sown bitter seeds in our hearts.
Our children do not know your children.
But on mornings like this, washed by dewdrops
And warm sunshine,
I feel the soft touch of clouds from your hills,
And wish to stand again on your village's hunchback,
Where wild lilies bloom with the smell of a baby sun;
But for the black stings of tongues in the news.
Fear chains me with rusty grip, although
I keep remembering the song, wind of change,
We once sang plucking strings of brotherhood.
I wish to see you arriving, to wish me prosperity,
Walking on fresh stubbles after the harvest.
This rift dividing us is becoming wider.
But the togetherness of us in our folk songs,
Lives on everlastingly though.
I hope you will keep fluting them in your hills,
And I promise to stay close to hear the echoes.

Expectations

Expectations

Triumphant note of a magnolia's pearly white
Wakens the sleeping ground,
Beautiful ballerina
Impressing all around.
Herself the spotlight.
Brave fragile snowdrops light the woods' darkness,

Fluting, keen, white and green
Like panpipes in Peruvian mountain scene
Banishing starkness.

Each year we come to see this lovely sight....
Now, Spring's within our scope,
From Winter's chains we're free.
Like children now, our hearts are light:
Pilgrims and Druids we,
Embracing light and hope!

            ****************

Super Budgie

Blue bird in a gilded cage:


But not as much as a single whistle from it,


and no piping, not even a proverbial peep,


only deafening silence from behind the bars.


To get the little blue beast to sing!


One plays it a symphony by Dvorak:


Nothing. There's only silence from the bird.


One plays the budgie some Smetana:


Again, nothing but silence from within the cage.


Beethoven then.  Surely the Master's music


will get this avian singing again.


Alas, it's all to no avail.  One only gets blank stares from the bird.





But, it's time for one last try, hope against hope: 


One plays the feathery, captive foil


the Jimi Hendrix Experience, plays their "Still Raining, Still Dreaming":


The budgie suddenly chirps out loud in Martian:


Whistles songs from very far away, yet from very, very near,


and at one and the same time:


Sings, fluting, songs from Everywhere, songs from Nowhere,


songs without limits, ones without an end,


songs sang backwards and forwards at once,


faster than the speed of sound.

Come To the Azure Window

Come to the azure window
Its still here in my dreams
The glowing moon a light- house
Your compass is the breeze.
The breeze  would fill the sails
The moonlight leads your path
The window will be open
to reach-out for  my heart.

They say its gone forever
Desperate waves destroyed it
There' s no way you can reach
There's nowhere you can climb through
and ever rescue me.
.
The rocky arch of nature's wonders
deceived by a restless sea
Collapsed, hit by a  rough- storm
lies buried in the deep.

But is there somebody out there
who dares to ride the tide
To swim against the tempest
till my vacant arms He'll find.

Is there somebody out there
to save me from the day
to hidden coves He'll guide me
and takes my breath away.

Come to the azure window
Its still here in my dreams
The ocean-spumes lap on-shore
with fluting melodies.



PS-The Azure Window was a natural mesmerizing arch on the island of Gozo,with its flat top
over the sea at Dwejra Bay.On the 8th of March 2017 it collapsed due to stromg winds and rough'-seas,and now this landmark is gone,not to be seen.

A Flycatcher Sang His Song

A flycatcher sang his song today,
High atop a tall fig tree--
Out on the tipsiest branch
He swayed with rhythm
As he proudly sang--
Sang with joy, fluting so marvelously
I could scarce believe my ears--
Sang to his lover
Who answered in kind
From the nest they prepared;

Together they sang
For a young-one yet to be born;
But somehow knew
Near enough to hear their song
(Every season one would come along;
Needed to be fed,
Protected from the hawk--
Must be taught
To fly--
Sing the flycatcher song
By and by);

I listened to the two,
Suddenly feeling wings--
Found myself flying
Without any strings;
As one in a dream
Walking on air,
Gliding for rest,
Catching some lift
Out soaring the best.

I thanked the Flycatchers
For just being them,
My mind lighting on earth
once again-
Firm on the ground
Yet decisively changed--
A part of me
From here on out aloft….

Anwering Your Query

The forest  awaits my return
As thieves of toil  steal precious hours--
With birds fluting inside, I churn.

In these autumn years , a heart leaps
For pure ventures with nature’s fill
Cherishing soil till death’s  light peeps.


Tell Me , nette onclaud contest
Jul 4, 2016

Antipodean Autumn

Riotous, raucous —
Rainbow parrots’ feathers fly.
Acrobatic clowns

Three great crows regard
The thrown away takeaway —
Keen, sharp, purposeful.

Butcherbirds on wire
Bowing and fluting in turn
A twilight concert.

Black wings on pink dawn.
Flying foxes homeward bound
To roost  — full of fruit.

Roses Haunted House

In the middle of the night they squeak and squeak,
A house enchanted by the past evil of ROSE cannibal
The tormenting souls sway the air grasping for hair,
A tiny piece to finish her hairdo for people to glare.

Darkness rents as the building sings an unfamiliar tune,
The rotten wood fluting there wind into an Beethoven tune,
Rose awakes from slumber to crush her new stumblers,
The ghost of eve rose pampered like cream that screams,
Howls that stop the beating heart to mere plucks of strings,

The new stumblers awakened by the cry of unexplainable things,
A Grimm to be a new being in him the king of the haunted crib,
They sweat,he swears no harm to them,he dares but hes scared,
Mute of silence encroaches the vacuum like a cave all are enslaved,
Then a halt of pace and a scream from the king they all believed,
Rose a cannibal lusts for blood to relieve her soul thirsty of love,
Deprived by love from man she loved eaten to bits piece by piece,
Now she bellies her lust with fear tears a heart to mend her own,
Now she deprived a family just like hers till the next one to call her own.

Flute Nakai

Your notes seduce my soul primeval
from its hibernating place.
The music speaks a hallowed talk
to once attendant ears.
In sweeter voice than human throat
you sing me of my dreams
where Gentle Savage leaps and fights
and prays to all the gods.

A warrior prince I was that time
but where I don't recall,
and yet, within your fluting tones,
I am transported there.

So breathe, Nakai, your Spirit Life
into the Soul of Flute
so I may give my thirsting Heart
from Springs of Truth a drink
and frolic as the woodland fawn
in primal majesty.
I'll lay my tired and searching Soul
upon Celestial Leaves
as music of the Flute Nakai
sings lullaby to me.

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