Long Chirrup Poems

PRELUDE.
When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song...

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Brahma III

The frivolous life lives vainly 
looking at a phantom, chasing after illusion;
men accuse one another thinking their life is real,
fight each other thinking they are existing. Today as well,
I wander in the valley of...

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one drowsy day’s afternoon 
by a pond where green leafy reeds swaying in a breeze 
the sun enjoys a nap enveloped in a halo, the own glory
 
on the gentle weaves 
a water strider gliding...

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a dewdrop from a wandering bead
born in somewhere deep and deep in valley
asking the reason why he has to be born 

dyed blue
in a moon
light

and thinking of the meaning of life
looking up at the countless...

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Watching Birds In The Garden 


     Watching birds in the garden
                    amidst...

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        MY  CREATION 

                       ...

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The children are being led like cattle across the grounds.  They have yellow life jackets on and are holding on to rings around a rope.  
They are surrounded by grownups (a funny word)....

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We exist for each other

You can describe pain
Once you’re out of its
Singular bout.

In pursuit of outstretching its arms
Time swooped away a soul
Leaving behind in its swingeing saunter
Crumpled shadow of vulnerability
In a pair of avian eyes
Swooning...

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Oh! Now you and me are separated,
And I really anxiously waited

For a momentous news from your side
Innocent ones, are you happy and alright?

For a month, your chirrup I haven't heard,
Oh my friends, my sparrows, my...

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Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will wrinkle.

As I walk the wind groans and moans,
oh, the forest...

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A series of cheeping notes 
followed by chatter calls 
welcoming a sunny spring morning 

In the afternoon, the sky turns black
twilight of sun orange shades
heavy hail falling from the heaven
winds screaming in its gale force

Quivering...

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As I awoke rancorously 
Welcoming the first sprinkling of sunlight
Paying attention to the dusk in the skylines
The chirrup of the feathered creatures
An a cappella to my ears
I emit deeply from my lungs
Amenable to a new...

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Beautiful Eos, goddess of dawn
Cursed to love a man like me.
How could I not be drawn
To your luminous beauty?

So I, Tithonus, Prince of Troy,
Plucked the fruit from heaven's sky.
A mortal man who would enjoy
Heaven's bliss...

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Feeling of loveliness and easy breath,
We chirrup, eat and sleep with pleasure,
Enjoy the flowers, walk and swim,
And watch the flight of clouds,
And it's a real treasure!
No conflict, violence or vicious truth:
Life is a holiday of...

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A trickle of water,
A sound of peace,
The stream flies by,
Gallons at a time,
Through the near-silent dark,
The sun is almost at rest,
The moon but a crescent,
Shades of purple,
Shining across the fields,
The ice is slick,
As the temperature...

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I do not waltz, betwixt this sound,
I cannot descry, your whispered amulet,
Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament,
as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine,
along these osculate words...

I try, to listen to the bells,...

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"Every leaf speaks bliss to me
fluttering from the autumn tree."

                        ...

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When the sun sets and darkness arises,
With million stars shining and the moon in different sizes.
People complete their chores so that they sleep,
And there is me admiring the scene not in a leap.

Looking up the...

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Come, my love, let's unfetter and glide high, 
Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your breath I long;
My dreamy dotted wings, with you, yearns to fly, 
And to chirrup in tune with your lilting...

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Where have the matchstick men and women gone,
they used to walk home from the smoky factories
just to light up?
Where has the Pork Pie hat flown to?
Even the birds chirrup less sweetly,
Is it because my shoes...

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As the golden sun adds a layer of warmth to the earth and all the creatures sing 
praise___bees hum buzzz, buzzz as they search for food where pickins' are few..Birds
chirp their different calls from chirrup,...

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Bluebells are a symbol of humility, gratitude and constancy

A perfect day is not lackluster, nor lusting for more, but
rather knowing the plenitude in each sentient moment.
—Quote by Poet

An Edenic Rise

it’s perfect degrees
of sixty-one stimulates
a chirrup...

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how slowly fade the softest sounds
when tiny footsteps touch secret pathways
pattering there in the dreaming wilderness
as small birds perch and brightly flicker
winning haven to haven shy among the leaves
still fresh with rain as they chatter...

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It's quiet in the country
But for chirrup, chirp and tweet;
Compared to what I'm used to,
All this peacefulness is sweet.

The buzz of insects passing through,
The whirring of the fans -
It's lovely just to sit and think
And...

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Troubled by the things we see; this, hodge podge his reality....
Waking up, unto another day is worse enough, just facing myself ?
Let alone her world as then these other entities a zest pool of wretched's
No...

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