Long Chirruping Poems

Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to...

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Around that lonely house by the hill
The stray cat prowls through
His eyes glowing like meteors in the dark
And his fur's fawn rough
The stray cat strolls to the casement
Meowing for succour
The owner-occupier sneaks with a rod
Ready...

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Have you ever looked upon yourself proudly
Like maybe your parents would have done it to you sometime? 
Have you ever admired yourself, look yourself in the eye
Like you remember your childhood lover doing it to...

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Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, 
seeming most content although
the nest they’d pieced together gradually had emptied 
and grown...

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Easter egg hunts are proof your child can find things when they really want to. —Unknown

Peep, peep, peep, peeping, chirping, tweeting, peeping
cheeping wildly, declaring they aren’t sleeping
tiny cracks in shells, sure they’re alive and well,
each...

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I’m the mother of the sprawling expansive earth, 
From the greenest eastern hills to the western shores.
I own all those verdant plantations and their owners;
All the high quarters and the glittering executive doors.

Before the eyes...

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I hear the chirruping of birds.
It emerges from vast hidden spaces
from wherever the birds may be.
Their twittering sounds are scattered,
interspersed with cricket sounds
and the intermittent whimpers of a lonely pup
that seems to be a distance...

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Complexity comes in the simplest of forms-
Sounds all around us continually speak 
When the spring equinox is nigh-
Children at play, screaming glee to the wind
Sliding down slides, landing with a thud.

The cry of seagulls enjoying...

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Wild heather 
                and golden gorse 
             ...

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MELANCHOLIA

     Had he left putting me
     in reverie of melancholia?
   Rather I left him
    and since then peace had left me forever
...

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Awoken from fitful sleep, too uncomfortable to resume

Stifling heat prevailing one morning in early June

Through dawn's weakly strained golden haze

Fresh air my lungs desperately craved

To reach the front door, I descended the stairs

With door ajar,...

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MELANCHOLIA

     Had he left putting me
     in reverie of melancholia?
   Rather I left him
    and since then peace had left me forever
...

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I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the...

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As the saccharine shadows of daylight dims
You can hear the melodies of eager eve
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Songs that the sun with the zephyr does weave

The tempo played by the vibrant sky is before us
Marigolds...

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STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the hill-side still do I ponder,
as my strides coursing through the streaming waters,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.

Come here,...

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"Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June." Al Bernstein

June’s moon illumines with gold light in a sapphire sky.
It’s as clear to me as a cloudless night summertime is nigh.
Though still-cool primrose evenings...

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White beads spoken..,
often being forgotten.,
The only immortal,
 is my black bead..

Through the.,
dusty brook to hilly swamp.,
drops when speak.,
or thunder when clamp..
Talks of rain..,
or the.,
water or stone.,
storm or cyclone.,
will never succeed..
The only immortal,
is my bead..

When breeze...

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On the horizon our sleepy sun now slowly sinks
Painting the skyline in swirls of lilacs, oranges and pinks

The suns smile has faded and night draws in
I snuggle in my jumper and warm my cooling skin

Crepuscular...

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I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear Him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the...

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I bought the watch I wrote about in my dream

I have it here at present with me

I wear it on my wrist

To remind me

Of what I am not quite sure

But the price will be worth...

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WORLD EARTH IS BEAUTY THE NATURE ADORES IT WITH FLOWERS OF ODORS..

HUMANS EXIST

SO DOES CHEERING ANIMALS

AND CHIRRUPING BIRDS

PING

FROM THE MORNING SUN TILL THE EVENING FUN IT'S A PLACE OF REVOLVING CONTENTMENT

BIRTH AND DEATH GOES HAND

BY...

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