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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.
Listen with the ears of your heart -
"Kok...Kok...Kok..." Ravens passing by...
"Twe-u...Twe-u...Twe-u..." Robins about to fly...
Earbirding language from mnemonic sounds -
"Squeer...Squeer..." poke the Woodpecker way...
"Kyew...Kyew...Kyew..." what the Osprey say...
Hope for the rise of the Phoenix -
"Kee-yer...Kee-yer..." the Hawk meets his match...
"Pippit...Pippit...Pippit..." from the lively Nuthatch...
Circumambulating birds circle in ancient ritual -
"Tu-whit...Tu-whoo..." the Owl will do...
"Cau...Cau...Cau..." Crows insist to you...
Your song may be a trilling coo -
"Chirry...Chirry...Chirry..." sings the Mourning Dove...
"Chiddik...Chiddik...Chiddik..." Sparrows sigh above...
There is a call for your new beginning -
"Wee-zee...Wee-zee...Wee-zee..." a Warbler whirs...
"Toot-sweet...Toot-sweet..." the Bobwhite stirs...
Look for Lark, Loon, Grackle 'n Gull
listen to Quail then Oriole.
Cries, begs, rasp and wheeze
songs 'n sounds that seem to please.
Bird words of the inner mind
meanings within hard to find.
In this end,
I give you my suffering
My finale in life, shall it come
And I shall miss this suffering
Death, my comfort in songs
For I do not wish to go now
In this empty space
After me,
Here and there you chase
Shadows they blossum
No fear upon me expressions de facial
Of coarse it's a due date
Love,
A sudden divorce, pursued by fate
My enemies
Those whom have wronged me
Forever,
The promise of this song may be
Because of you
My flesh shall never greet peace
Doomed, my purgatory
Yet these flames may never deplete my feet
Apologies
Shall not be accepted
Your sympathy
I saw it, I stepped on it, I left it
Do not expect thee to beg thy mercy of leave
For misery has sheltered my wounds at this lovely feast
When angels come, they are only seen
by babies and very young children, soon
to be forgotten. And sometimes those who
are good at heart will encounter angels
who look so human, yet....
When angels sing, their choirs sing
with choirs human, and both can be
heard in heaven as on earth. Or
an angel's song may be a ballad,
sad and aching in an old Irish pub.
When angels weep, they weep far more
for our loss of joy than sins committed,
their quiet tears are for love omitted.
When angels laugh, they laugh and laugh
at the king who holds tight to his throne
and find humorous the rich man who owns,
but they laugh the loudest at a puffed-up
materialist who proudly declares,
"Clearly, angels cannot exist!"
That gets them rolling in the
endless aisles of heaven....
Every moment that is taken
Has a consequence inside
You can leave or you can take it
In the furtherance of life
You can hold onto your actions
Or let them take a hold of you
Water or drain your passion
Don't let regret be the path you choose
The time you save you give away
At some other point in time
If you don't use it then you'll lose it
Never again to find
With the time you're spending here
Consider it a loan
Write this on your epitaph
Don't regret the path you're on
Life is made up of choices
You either sit out or you dance
That one song may not come back on
To give you another chance
When life asks for volunteers
What are the words you'll say
Stand your ground and do it now
Don't regret your life away
Paraphrasing Non-Literal try
(148: Tagore/Geetanjali/verses)
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
Every grain of soul, submissive in all,
may bless you in thee, tranquil serenity.
Dense downpouring clouds, thick with a may, rainy day
Humbled with a gentle gesture that long induced, understood
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
Mind in entirety may place thy soul
to hold thy name, embraced.
Diversified yearning underneath, floating a melody, brimming
Quench the soul in sublimation, to humble beyond a delight
With One humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
The flight of a song may reach the destined
A silent nuance of cozy warmth blessed is she!
A mindful caravan of pilgrims, a swan as she
then the days run through the dawn to dusk, entirety
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
My life may serve in flight, delight
Surpassing the grandiose death, beyond, instead.
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Geetanjali
148
8-28-2024
M-ay I send you this rhyme,
A-n acrostic kind of verse;
R-egards and warm wishes
I-ntend to wipe away tears.
L-et me send you this rhyme,
O-ne ode that soothes your heart;
U-nder the wide blue sky, it may also bring fresh start.
S-eventeenth dawn in July,
A-llow me to send you this rhyme;
N-ice words and good greetings
C-ause a really warm daytime.
H-ave to receive my rhyme,
E-xactly on your day of birth;
Z-estful lines are coming to bring delight and mirth.
G-ive you this written rhyme,
A-iming to make you smile;
L-aughter, fun and cheer
V-alidate the joy all the while.
E-arly morn I begin to pen, composing poem sublime;
Z-ealously I finish the song, may I send you this rhyme.
?When all is still, and stars forget to gleam,
?hope yet whispers through the dream.
?Though hearts may fade and voices cease,
?love’s soft echo grants them peace.
?
?No tomb, nor tide, nor endless night,
?can dim the soul that clings to light.
?For even when the heavens tire,
?love rekindles faded fire.
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?The rose may wilt, the song may end,
?but time itself shall learn to bend.
?And in that bend — beyond the gray,
?two hearts shall find their dawn’s new day.
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?For hope, once kindled, never dies;
?it sleeps in stars and wakes in eyes.
?And thus our tale, forever whole —
?is love unending, heart and soul.
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A loud roar from the sky announces a stormy night
Artistic souls may find inspiration
in the dark clouds
In the rhythmic refrain of the falling rain
A song may come, or a dark memory
might meander through the corridors of the mind
emerging in a.... haunting melody
"Into each life some rain must fall"
But the rain may be too heavy
For tender souls to endure
When they emerge from the storm
they have scars that never seem to heal
Sculpting their character in silent ways
Emotional storms make us stronger
But scars linger in dark spaces
Surfacing in unpredictable ways
Can you hear the haunting melody?
Thunder peals, and a poet's pen hits the page
Expressing thoughts in silence
But within is a 'quiet storm'
9-15-19
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Inspired by Joe Bonamassa song Your Heart Is As Black As Night in Album Don't Explain, 2011
Your heart shines in the eyes but the fact I know
Your love is as far as a star
Your song may be sweet mine I can’t compare
But your love is as far as a star
I don’t know why you are with me
In my time of yearning
But if you don’t depart
I will give you my heart
Cause your touch may make me shake
But the emotions all fake
Your love is as far as a star
Your heart shines in the eyes, but the fact I know
Your love is as far as a star
Your song may be sweet mine I can’t compare
But your love is as far as a star
I don’t know why you are with me
In my time of yearning
But if you don’t depart
I will give you my heart
Cause your touch may make me shake
But the emotions all fake
Oh, Your love is as far, your love is as far as a star, as a star
For as long as I can remember
I’ve had this hole in my heart
An emptiness that nothing seems to fill
Beside my stress
Emotions are a rollercoaster
On this jagged little pill
The fairy tales in this trial of life
There just may come hell on ice
Inside my arms
I bare a harm
That is spoken
In nothing more than charms
The cold in me, a superstition
On a mission
To accomplish a much wanted warmth
Inside these pleasures
I treasure this texture
Tuning out all
Exempt from the lessons in this life’s lecture
Believe if you may the fairytales in life
But there will come hell on ice
I will suffer at my own expense
Before I vow to allow assistance from you
I am proud, I am stubborn
I am ranked by knots on my hanging noose
Daily do I fight
For there is no existing truce