Long Nightingale Poems
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Amid the delight arrived the sound
A tenderly mauve drop on ground
It was a large flower from a tree
unknown to me
And consequently
Stepped in tiny flowers of joy in my eyes
Obviously I looked up and there stood the sky
Pure blue
Like your milieu
Looking at me
Listening to my sounds of glee
From my mouth and lips and tongue
Aided by my cheerful lung
As at the time
Thumb and index finger of mine
Held the orange popsicle
Chuckling sounds were blossoming
In the dancing taste buds
The rhythm stops
As a horse gallops there in the field
A build up of sound collage
From tree shrills a nightingale
Before I finish perceiving the music
My ears were drawn to the giggles
From the revolving beauty wheel
A crimson feel in my breath
Life and life everywhere
Not a shadow of death
These images of sound came in a procession
Of golden past
In the moonlit ship a lovely mast
In my today's meditation
Which now is shattered by
The successive sounds of calling bell
Newspaper milk bread domestic aid
Honking horns from vehicular traffic
Clang bang clash crash
Gnash and thrash
Loud speaker blaring cheap music
All mortar and brick
No gondola in a creek
Look for a poem in web portals
You will come across
Camels at the window
Seeking entry through a shadow
No seagull
As I am forced to end my meditation
I look in void and try to understand
Well, this is perhaps
The cost of civilization
October 29, 2017
In response to Eve Roper's Nice Contest
: The Sounds of the Past
Walking in the back streets of Paris
On a warm balmy evening
Talking with a friend enjoying
The night and watching
As the people went on their way
Unhurriedly ,also enjoying the day.
The pace was slow
Sun a fading glow
Shadows growing long
Nearby a busker sang a love song
While a nightingale
Gave a melodius refrain
We imagined a little ball
Which we played keepie-up
Flicking it with hands
Feet, shoulders and head
Daring the other to let it fall
People smiled as we went by.
Some would stop to join in
Smiling and laughing
Creating a joyous din
All twitching and almost dancing
Keeping the ball in the air
Young and old ,female and male.
Young ladies also joined
Carefree without any cares
Café types on the pavement bars
Leaped to their feet
When the finally saw
What we were about.
My friend and I nodded
The one to the other
And smiled at the revelation
Revealed and displayed
That imagination caught
And spread throughout.
For as I will reveal here
You see no ball existed here
Just imagination that lit
Peoples life to bring a smile
To faces of all hues
On a balmy summers Parisian night.
Andrew mcintyre 12/07/2022.
Nightingales give to the forest
its meaning and its fulfilment
its passion and its consummation
Weaving into magnetic sound
its essence of flying pollen and playing leaves.
they flap their wings and they perch at the top of trees
and from their beaks comes out the melody
of branches brushing past each other
and squirrel climbing up a tree.
Into the heart of madness
And out with the notes of delightfulness
Into the heart of darkness
Out with the trill of love
Into the heart of oblivion
And out with the unforgettable coral mix of piano notes and dripping dew.
Does it please you to know that you will die
And all that you knew will be obliterated
Crumbled into the ground and decomposed for flowers to bloom through you?
The nightingale wings make a breeze
And in it the butterflies flutter and pollen floats from flower to flower
And sun shines
And people love
And people love.
Nightingales reach for the sky with their song
The sound rises far above summer canopies
Hoping to fly with the clouds and water the earth like rain.
It is said that nightingales do not die
And they don't
They live within the heart of the listener
Reminding him of the ground and the forest and the sky full of stars.
You will see a nightingale sing
Then fall to the ground
As if thunderstruck
And you will go to your life as if nothing had happened
And sun will rise in the morning
And rain will fall in the afternoon
But you will be addicted forever to nightingale trill.
The Clown fish had brimming eyes, a montage flown back to
Jaflong , a memory lane
I wonder I felt overwhelmed, as if yesterday’s incomplete hard
and fast, rituals and alone
Over pouring overboard, ornate orange diva and monsoon rain and
Jaflong time and greeting say
Holistic a rueful an encapsulation, by the by a rare tracing cue
with a poetic erotica, radiant way
My lover boy had a momentum of her ever persevering prodigy,
stable, and eloquent, a remedy
Who called him a done deal? Or vulnerable? Majestic that artist
resides in me, in swargachira, and painful days of cotton clouds
We touched the star of the eternity, inevitable teardrops and a
bye , is it showmanship other than that?
Please pioneer, bless her soul, give a diligent due to her blessing,
mantra, mainland holy wedlock, lock the bits and pieces of state
news, in unwholesome
Ah……………! Where art Thou!
Excuse and executive, too much of a sensational mayhem to hum
along a reverie zeal !
And what about me! Oh! I was in my evangelical pain, the holistic
truth and only one to prevail!
I have ample recess time, with an album of not so friendly goon of
songs, an ode to an Indian nightingale!
Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth
Wake up before it is too late
Wake up before the misdeeds with Nature
Takes away with them, the best
And the most beautifully nourished and preserved
Our priceless and most precious wealth
The ice from Mountains, Glaciers and poles,
Water from the Rivers, Ponds and Lakes
Trees from Mountains, Oxygen from Air
Fishes and Dolphins, Blue Seals and Whales
Deer’s from fields and Tigers from Jungle
Birds from sky and animals from herds
Fragrance from flowers, fruits from trees
Koyal* and Nightingale to sing their melody
And above every thing, all the Seasons from Earth
Which inspires us to sing in joy
And thrill us to write poetry or to make love
Wake up O beautiful children of Nature
Before it is too late
Do not make plans to make roads up to Mount Everest peaks
Let us Make plans how to save the snow peaks
And our ever best friend plants and trees
The Rivers and Ponds, Glaciers and Jheels*
And above all let us also
Try to save our greatest wealth the seven Seas
And its innocent inhabitants
Who has given us foods and pleasures
Adventures, joys and thrills
With the ever precious gift of Rains
Which fills our Mother Earth with Water, Milk and grains
Wake up O beautiful children of Nature, before it is too late
Save our Rain forests, beautiful Glaciers and above all our climate
Before the Nature itself starts the process of changing
Without giving us the warning of its fury
Which can destroy our very existence from
This and this only place The Earth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th December 2009
*Jheels ( A Hindi word means Lakes)
*A singing bird of India like Nightingale
Spring is dressed up
in various shades of green
Generously emitting sun rays
with a dazzling sheen
The sycamore tree
keeps sighing in the hissing
Morning wind. Frangipanis
here and there glisten
As white as winter snow.
Butterflies float about
Happily; somewhere a nightingale
joyously sings out
Clusters of clouds hang above,
the sky wonderfully blue
Ah, the youth of spring!
Everything seems brand new
Bees and hummingbirds
pollinate flowers in bloom
Mother Earth shows
no scintilla of gloom
Date written: 10/02/2018
Happiness calms like a mother's lullaby.
Happiness is fragile like a butterfly.
Happiness is the first daffodil in spring.
Happiness is listening to a nightingale sing.
Happiness is seeing your children succeed.
Happiness is a garden without a weed.
Happiness is seen in those who dance in the rain.
Happiness is the perfect cure to ease your pain.
Happiness is watching sunrise in vibrant hues.
Happiness is a letter bringing good news.
Happiness lies in the arms of the one you love.
Happiness is when your hand holds theirs like a glove.
Happiness is a poem which connects with your heart.
Happiness is being free to express your art.
Happiness is when you make someone smile.
Happiness is free and always worthwhile.
I will laugh as loud as I can..
Laughter that comes within me..
Laughter that shakes even me..
Laughter that may end up to tears..
I will smile as wide as I can..
A smile showing evenly my teeth..
A smile that goes all thru my eyes and lips..
A smile that may melt and encourage you to smile..
I will sing as like a nightingale..
Hitting the high and low notes..
Dancing even in carefree..
Until, I own a space of mine..
I will care as much as I can..
Remembering that Caring is act of charity..
Putting into mind that life will be better..
Doing it now not tomorrow..
I will forgive as I much I can..
For God from heaven, forgives me too..
For this will keep peace into the world..
For this will end feud or war..
I will love as much as I can..
Bearing into mind that this what my God wants..
Showing unceasingly without asking for return..
Knowing this will tight the world's bound..
by: olive_eloi
9:45pm
12/11/2013
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Let me fly away ….
Let me fly away …
Open up the door now; let me fly away.
I will be in pain more if you let me stay.
You promised me flowers, nightingale delight,
I cannot face darkness; darkness is the night.
My cup is so empty; pour me some more wine,
I cannot live this life; death will be so fine.
In the house of shadows, I can see the sky,
I can see the mountains; I do not know why.
Let me fly away now, I can see the road,
I can see my home there joyously it showed.
I am so so lonely; shadows are my friends,
Stop watching; tell me when this journey ends.
I do have the wings now purple, white, and blue,
I know where you are now; I will follow you.
I will fly away now until morning bright,
I want to be someplace that is never night.
Take me with you “Haloo” pour me some more wine,
I want to be all you if the choice is mine.
8/7/17 Haloo
This is another painting of mine, called Let Me Fly Away. It is acrylic on canvas.
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.