Long Song thrush Poems

Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter
An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench
   with the load of his cares...

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A round bright moon glowed low in the night sky throwing silver pennies onto rippling water,
A nightingale sang a beautiful haunting tune accompanied by a sedge warbler a nighttime bird,
I listened to a song thrush...

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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul 
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.  
- Emily Dickinson 

 

My search for gold dust glow in...

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Summer Fairy Land

Beyond mounds,beyond dells,
Thorough thickets,thorough nettles,
Athwart sludge,athwart crag,
Into creek,Unto mist,
I dost err upon the ether crest,
I dost stray deep brine,
Rovering hither and thither,
Forth pasty cloud saddle be,
Soaring swifter than the blazing speed,
Soliciting heaven's shower...

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Spring is just around the corner
‘tis my favourite time of year
delighting in the knowledge that
Spring is close
Spring is near
Sounds of twittering ~ chirping ~ cheeping
are sounds I love to hear
for spring is truly in the...

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(To one’s Birthplace)

In the glory of the morning
just to see the sunrise
take the place of the moon,
at this time I love the best
this memory this place truly blest.
Through the ages one had not forgotten
blue skies...

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So the song thrush sings his tunes to the darkening sky.
Is it to give thanks to some bird god or just for you and I?

As we watch the evening’s dying light and say goodbye to...

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My poems can be written straight from my heart
So I ensure my notepad and pen are never far apart

I’ll write humourous lines on a fun situation
Or on disastrous events, which affect a whole nation

I get...

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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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The first chirp of the robin near my shut window pleaded
The blackbird, song thrush, chiffchaff, and pheasant pleaded as well.
The sunflowers, cornflowers, and marigolds that needed
Prayed for his help; he was as silent as a...

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ADVENT OF SPRING 

It was as though a sign had been received.     

The master plan, held back, now caused enaction

As if nature’s endocrines had been released
 
Flooding our world with catalytic...

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ADVENT OF SPRING

It was as though a sign had been received.     
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring

Pre-dawn...

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In the tea trees to the whistling song thrush
  I alone hear the first September dawn,
and outside beyond ryegrass, fern and rush 
  glisten woolly coats of sheep early shorn. 
Smell the petrichor...

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SPRING MORNING

The Bluebells hail the morning sunrise
tears of dew grace stems of green,
the valley nestles in God’s franchise
foliage awakening across the dene,
here a spring morning reigns serene.

SPRING DAWN

Morning tide enhance sweetness of the songstress call
buoyant...

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That thrush so high up on the tree,
does it sing for you or me?
Its trills I hear with such delight
even though it's not in sight.
Then it's quiet. I peer and stare.
Has it flown? I wonder...

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Oh mirror of my soul where have you gone,
now that the forest wind has set you free?
Days grown long, yet the same sun tumbles on,
as a quiet Song thrush sings back to me.

Radio croons a...

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