Long Chirping Poems
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Butterfly
Passing by
It's colors catch my eye
Sitting silently watching all,
Around the corner comes fall
Looking around there is so much to see
Leaning against this tree
Watching nature play
Such a beautiful day
Leaves are changing
The colors rearranging
Birds chirping all around
Such a harmonious symphony is natures sound
This is where my peace is found
Sitting against this fallen tree
Loving all I see
Watching the setting sun
Saying the day is done
Such colors caressing my eyes
Looking up at the darkening skies
My soul cries
What a beautiful night
The moon so bright
Agendaless Exuberance
Feeling frolic free walking on furrows
beside wide open vast open non-mowed meadow..
Watching chattering chirping cheerful sparrows.
Shimmering Sun displaying light and shadow.
Wandering leaping spotted deer and doe.
Meadow is full of wild feral grasses
. grown whimsical no less but in masses
To nice Nature paying my reverence.
On clear sky carefree cotton cloud passes.
Me in agendaless exuberance.
11/26/21
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
He wakes every morning already in pain
He takes no meds because addiction lives with in him
He checks his feet are they purple or blue
Flat foot he can't stand unless he puts his foot strait in a shoe
Will today be the day that the bullet takes the pain.
Not suicidal its more if a quality of life decision
Pain free no judgment no self hate no reason to see disdain
Time to check the chamber nope still have the in decision
What reason do we have to live duty to God bury are kin
What beauty is left to hold us here chirping birds and cricket songs
What truth and love among people can you find any where
The judgment onto those in pain is cruel as any day is long
We make them feel useless and weak
When they got hurt by edifying you and me
We about sparing money from are check
Causs we are week minded and easily misled
The amount we expect them to live on is unimaginable
Yet we would say its plenty but most didn't notice
Able body non saving and planing were crying 1000 a month wasn't enough need that plus 500 q week and a 1000 for each kid
Never even realized how hypocritical you had just been
Their is division being preached on social media
Holding groups accountable for past sins
Complaining of stolen lands and past imprisonment
Well try to focus on were we are going not where we been
If I might clear up one thing to the Victor go the spoils
Thats what war is for no pretty but its how it works
And everyone who wants to speak about treachery of the past
Keep in mind as Americans all of us are guilty of the very same atrocities daily feeding slave labor child labor sex slaves gang violence just cause its not in front of you don't mean its gone take accountability of that then talk to ne about money for the now free
I can manage another day my wit is sharp
My eyes have no problems seeing
I will stay grounded in truth covered with an understanding tarp
But I will never loose my indecision because choices are why we all breath
Look
I am good in this garden of love
in this world, tranquilized breeze, rhythmic flowing river,
in this melodious tone of cowboys flute, birds chirping
in this monsoon rains, falling snowy evening,
I am good alone
No, do not need
No, do not need your warmth kiss, hug
Do not need your rosy night, moonlit bed
Do not need your candle light fragrant room
Here, Look I am good alone
The entire nature is my friend
The butterfly, bee, flowering mountain,
the crystal fountain all are my friend
I am alone good with them
I you want to come
I let you come but not to me
I let you come to see the wall which I built for you
to see the thorns which I care on the rose garden
to see the fire flame which I burnt for your coming path
because when I wanted to give my whole you then you went to another
and now when the expected one has gone then you want to come to me
So, I need no you
I am good alone
28.08.2020 Chattogram
Let the words of my mouth have backbone
Buoyed by the sinew of thoughtless thoughts
May they be freely formed and fashioned
On the smooth surface of an unyielding anvil
Hammered in the heat of passion’s angst
Molded in the flame of sightless vision
Nurtured by the touch of unfelt hands
Polished in the innocence of love’s longings
For how else will they be my words
If stolen, reshaped, reworked, weakly rekindled
Would I not be but a chirping echo
Scratching at a stained-glass soul
Would that my words and meditations
Be the reflection of my heart’s belief
Set free within the moments calm
To stir a gently passing breeze
And trees . . . a wild hullabaloo,
as I walk a loud chirping path;
deep into the forest of green,
I am delighted with bird trills.
Listen- the murmur of water,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo;
through the tangle a stream whispers,
I follow the gurgling water.
To the crash of the stream plunging,
it gushes, booms down jagged rocks;
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo,
I sit near water beautiful.
The sky above is azure blue,
green forest wraps me in hued arms;
yet, in the din there is a peace,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo.
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July 09, 2022
Poetry/Quatern/A Loud Hullabaloo
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1472-542-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Onomatopoeia
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 07/30/2022
A new peaceful day
Birds are chirping so sweetly
The sounds of nature
All around us fill the air
The trees are swaying
along with the gentle breeze
The sky is soft blue
The sun is shining brightly
Flowers are blooming
In various bright colors
Sweet butterflies come
To drink the sweet, sweet nectar
The Bees buzz around
calmly collecting pollen
I am so thankful
For every day that I live
To enjoy all life
And all of God's Creation
Each and every day, always
Written for: A Lovely Day Poetry Contest
sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
February 21, 2022
Placement: 1st
Pale moonlight peeks gently for me right now,
yet it feels bright as day for me
as I think of you—
Cloudy velvety skies cover the glow of moon,
yet it’s still comforting like thick blankets on a cold eve
as I realize—
That is how warm your light is,
since you spread so much love
with your friendship, with your poetic gems
It is almost as if
you absorb Sol’s glow—
Your love for laying out in the sun paying off,
as you emanate that sunny energy
to people you come across with...
Your words have the strength of a warrior,
(A word warrior indeed!)
yet it also has the gentleness of a lady.
Your presence magnetic,
pulling heartstrings
like beams of sunshine
being brushed along a canvas
to paint a rainbow.
I think of you,
especially on this special day
as I celebrate a beautiful friend.
Yes, crickets are chirping
along with me right now...
Perhaps a song for you?
Darkness all around me,
with lights dim...
And yet
smiles twinkle in my eyes
I think of you,
...And raes of sunlight
will always, always
kiss my cheeks.
***Smiles, love and hugs to a beautiful and
wonderful friend.
Happy, happy birthday, Andrea sweetie!!!
^_^
September 5
Only four feet off the ground,
Suspended on netted strings.
They tangled us in a bound
Within our forsaken wings.
Chirping of night time bugs
Sink into our mind, it hugs.
Adorning stars fall in your eyes,
Fulfilling your spirit as it flies.
Fears of frolicking goodbyes,
Leads me in a never-ending trance.
Don’t listen to your mindless lies,
Follow the glory and give it a chance.
Our cruel afflictions raise concerns,
Yet the field of amor seldom dries.
The flower pearl of your life burns.
The power whirl of your strife yearns.
Look at me in the eyes,
This is not a disguise.
Moon glow magic
Sparkling soliloquy;
Look who's talking?
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Feel fond caress
Stray wind tickles;
Impending rain
~~~~~~~~~
Laughter echoes
Old corridors winding;
Seeking sunlight
~~~~~~~~~
Old school building
Closed for demolition;
Echoes of odd laughter
~~~~~~~~~
Stillness and calm
Columbarium corridors;
Stray souls loiter
~~~~~~~~~
Lovebird sparrows
Chirping sweet nothings;
Bougainvillea branch
~~~~~~~~~
By these corridors
Ancient memories;
Silence once a luxury
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Death owns assets
Urns of ashy remains;
Neat niches in rows
~~~~~~~~~
If only
We knew better;
Debt collector tales
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Joy and sorrow
Moments of madness;
Then we die
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Leon Enriquez
02 April 2016
Singapore