The moon,
And its nightingales,
Has flown,
Into your soul,
With a roses kiss,
And my love
Reynaldo Casison
Nightingales are singing
To a world wide awake.
Oh my, how they ensnare!
How wonderfully sublime;
They spread joy in the air.
Nightingales are singing
As I rise with the Sun
With my eyes closed, I listen.
I hear them loud and clear.
Their songs, jewels that glisten.
Nightingales are singing
Much to my heart's content.
They hold me tight in bliss,
Paying rapt attention;
No moment quite like this!
Nightingales are singing
Brightening my gloomy day.
If only they could sing
Until the end of time.
This morn', bells of mirth ring!
As soon as seeing the roses
cut and bound in sheaves,
Nightingales began to sing in pains
through the dying rose leaves
Can you believe this amazing crazy limit
Nightingales flap their wings 60 times per minute
Holy crap that's faster
Faster than a hamster
When needing to pee they perform like a gymnast
at the close of day
sweet nightingales serenade ~
crepuscular choir
Chosen bird - nightingales
Songbird Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
5,7,5 checked with how many syllables
08/13/21
in an age of antecedent attention
adoration for the weak
penchant for the at ease
you arise
you walk with grace
across burning coals
craving to feel the heat
vehement with rhetoric meetings
banished to breathe
the defiance of the devil
the here and the now
into our ashes
you sing
to all us suffering nightingales
as we nurse from your teat
sliced through our banished wounds
slit up amid the fear
curling into every empty cavity
lost in (the) spaces {of our mind}
one virtuous note at a time
I bestow my eyes upon the most captivating of creations.
Her breath soft and steady as she falls more deeply into her slumber.
I listen as the silence she lay in becomes disturbed by the lingering sound of her breath as it escapes her lips.
I watch as the light begins to dance on her skin.
Utter adoration filling my soul as i softly stroke her porcelain cheek.
Bubbling laughter now fills my mind as a sweet smile is formed by her perfect strawberry lips.
I become lost at the sight of her beauty so peaceful as she rests beside me.
I drift in my thoughts taking in every part of her perfectly molded satin skin.
My nightingale so strong yet so poise.
In the early hours of yet another graciously granted morning i lay speechless..... I am taken by you! My love!
All i need all i crave nothing more than a mere reach away from my touch.
I smile as i bask in your ambiance.
As i close my eyes and draw you close i am thankful to my nightingale for another perfect ray.
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