Hummers Poems

almost

an almost autumn
scene unfolds outside window....
purple flowers bloom
yellow butterflies flit fast
mexican petunias wave   

occasionally birds
come into view and hummers....
brown rabbit nibbles plants
a break in the fence somewhere
small animals enter there

summer swiftly flies
soon cooler nights, drier air....
hummers migrate south
mexican petunias die
birds at feeders seen outside

Tea Tales

Come and climb these
Broad bony branches and 
Have tea on this tree 
with me,
Let's talk our hearts out
Into the poems unsung. 

Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes,
Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai,
The sun is seeping in my sulky bones,
Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone,
Here, have some squishy scone 
While the sun is setting sleekly,
I reckon we should have tea weekly. 

Sandalwoody sultry summer,
Hyacinth, hibiscus and hummers,
Poppies, primroses and periwinkles,
The night in esoteric eyes twinkle,
Starling singing on a starless night,
No gloom, a moon , no light,
In this sordid slumber silence,
I can hear your eyes speak. 

Let's tell each other 
All our hearts hanker
To say,
Drink tea and recite 
The poems and make
No delay,
I'll have chamomile tea,
I'm not Mrs. Bennet 
But it'll calm my nerves,
You like your tea with herbs,
Spearmint, rosemary and thyme,
And make sure the poem rhymes.

birdfeeder

birdfeeder, birdbath
dichotomy of choices....
doves, hummers, cardinals
butterflies, and more species
seen from kitchen window

contrariety

contrariety
brown thrasher takes morning bath.... 
doves, hummers, fly in  
small and large birdbaths offer 
water consolation prize

Sweltry Summer

One of those humid, hard-to-breathe summers
when flowers bloom across meadows and fields.
Fireflies glow at night to songs of hummers,
cicada; whose loud army never yields

Days at the beach, building castles of sand
Fishing trips to catch and cook our own feast
Time spent in the sun until we were tanned
Watching the golden orb rise in the East

Swinging on the porch, strong arms around me
Grateful for my blessings and wafts of breeze
Quite content with life, and sipping sweet tea
watching limbs sway in weeping willow trees

Whispered words spoken beneath starlit skies
Love like ours brings tears of joy to my eyes

Down In the Summer

Pink throated hummers
deep in the colorful blooms
thrum the only tune

cornflower blue skies
hummingbirds in plums and reds
whipped cream clouds adrift

the scents of sunshine
follow the day everywhere
into ruby dusk

My 4th Dimension

Theorist talk about perspective and dimension
But to me it all lays behind what you dont mention
The mystery behind the bad and good intention.
In pursuit of unknown some journeyed to the cemetry
But after i say what you say to them, the fourth is poetry.

Sometimes my eyes see through love and fear
Behind the obscured act of honor and revere
I see so clear the drummers your heart bear
Drum rolling your hearts in thump of a waterfall.
Like a pounce of a thousand hummers fall
My eyes see it, my eyes see it all.

Ears too.
What they hear sometimes i have no clue
Your spoken word you speak simply flew-
Through me  like lies in clear sky blue.
Your deep anger louds than your reaction
And i hear that too, through my extra connection.

My feels are toxic than what kills
My heart jests in tickles of hate
Mind bloating in rage 
Like a she-frog in a no-show date.
That why i write to cure my feelings' blight.

Poyetik Enej

Hummers

Hummers

In the laziness of summer
To my garden dart newcomers
Ruby-throated flying hummers
Taste the nectar of midsummer
Ambrosia honey - hues of umber
When crickets chirp, rests in slumbers - upside down!

Hummingbirds often sleep upside down.

6-13-21
Contest: Bite size poem No. 7
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Springtime Is Quite Grand

 
end
of cold
spells flowers
in the gardens
and an azure sky
with sun all day
and sweet bee
buzzing
starts

birds
will sing
happy tunes
while building nests
soon babies will tweet
butterflies drift
and hummers
hover
fly

leaves
reaching
for the sun
petals unfold
springtime is quite grand
and a delight
for resting
under
trees

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April 6, 2021

Poetry/Ninette/Springtime is Quite Grand
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1344-325-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France	

Written for the Standard contest, Spring Ninette
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 04/24/2021

First Place

The Lord's Breath

 
"See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. 
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing
has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land." 
                                          Song of Songs 2:11-12
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All of nature is coming back to life,
baby birds squeak and flowers are blooming;
we have no more worries of winters knife,
the tulips and violets are bloomin'.

With gentle breezes the Lord sends his breath,
he smiles and his bright sun reaches our earth;
trees in hues where once they were bare as death,
a mother rabbit has just given birth.

Bees buzzing, robins, hummers' and blue skies,
the Lords has painted this earth with his brush;
slowly, dripping paint on the butterflies,
next he paints the flowers vibrant and lush.

Open the windows and go for a walk;
wander a path and find a pretty rock !
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February 24, 2021


Poetry/Sonnet/The Lord's Breath
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1332-001-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Premier contest, Breath of Spring
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 03/15/2021

Fifth Place

Jack Frost Slips In

He came silently upon late fall's 
Northerly air, chilled the mowed grass
Without even a slight care
Turned the season to white
Within a few hours 
One long dark night
Jack Frost killed
Flowers
And ~
Bees
Suffered.
Blue birds gone
Hummers have flown
Butterflies unseen
Disappeared from the scene
Then came back again to play
Jack Frost stopped mourning dove's coo
A temperamental how you do  

Written: December 12, 2020
Contest:Double Nonet
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Poetry form: double reversed nonet
Checked with syllable counter. net...90 total syllables
Checked  with HMS also..Says okay

My Owner's Garden

My owner has a beautiful garden out back in my yard
I can’t wait to run out there to play and stand guard
My whiskers tickle with fresh air and morning dew
I watch songbirds fly around me and chirp as they do

I sneak over to the perennials and the catnip bunch
I chew and roll in it until I feel all giddy with a punch
I then relax on the garden swing, basking in the sun
And lick my lips as I watch the hummers, such fun

Now Bored, I run under the lilac trees ready to pounce
At the chipmunk eating seeds, I will make him flounce
I dart and chase him and he hides in the geranium plants
I give up and decide to check out the peonies and chase ants

My owner then calls out and wants me to go back in
My food is ready for me with pate’ from a gourmet tin
I joyfully skip to my food, relaxed and still feeling a high
I can’t wait to go back to the garden before the day goes by

Spring Chorus

Birds are back, now it's Spring
Robins perched, hear them sing!

Blue jays squawk, dive for seed
Crows laugh, a warning heed

Hummers are back with zest,
wings buzzing until rest

Bird's Spring chorus delights,
a gift to watch their plights!

3/22/2020

Contest: Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Dear Heart

Oh, Delightful Retreat- Cl

 
Imagine a perfect garden,
and with all its imperfections;
beauty and decay . . .  its burden,
yet, with lovely recollections !

The bees come and make selections.,
of nectar . . .  buzzing their jargon;
and birds fly from all directions,
and hummers' never say pardon !

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January 22, 2020


Poetry/Lay/Oh, Delightful Retreat- CL
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1218-714-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

Written for the contest, Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay
sponsor, Charles Messina

First Place

A Rush of False Bravado

Feeling a rush of false bravado
            though uninvited
I pitched a tent deep in your mind
there were many beautiful things
but the price was a menacing beast.
There were ruby throated hummers
meadow and flower surrounded by streams
but always just behind was the tapping hooves
           of that menacing beast
I was enchanted -thought of staying forever 
but the perils were a little to much
pulling up stakes-leaving your mind 
just as I'd entered, in a false bravado rush.

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