Short Fluting Poems

Harvest moon breezes
Fluting through the changing leaves -
Haunting chanterelles...

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Jocks
gruff, tough
grinning, winning, sinning
asses and passes; glasses and classes
fluting, computing, disputing
wordy, nerdy
Geeks


For the Diamante Contest of Janis Thompson...

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Time unleashed from ferrum 
becomes pain
like a palm moon.

A tableau vivant was gliding 
on the road.
It was a night of rage.

A frozen scene
undulates the history of fire
in the eyes of a flute.

Who was breaking
the clouds
wading in reeds ?



Satish Verma...

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Nothing is better than dining on a fluting restaurant 
where you can sip your favorite flute 
while waiting for your bowl of favorite fish soap
and plait of your favorite dish, 
or you can wonder around 
while watching the sailing sheep. 

*Just for fun* 

March 28, 2023...

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A blanket on the ground
White daisies strewn around
In a meadow where we lay

Beneath the azure skies
Bright monarch butterflies
Captivating in their play

And from a leafy hall
Sweet blackbird’s fluting call
At the crowning of the day



September 29th
Balassi Stanza...

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The forest  awaits my return
As thieves of toil  steal precious hours--
With birds fluting inside, I churn.

In these autumn years , a heart leaps
For pure ventures with nature’s fill
Cherishing soil till death’s  light peeps.


Tell Me , nette onclaud contest
Jul 4, 2016...

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Riotous, raucous —
Rainbow parrots’ feathers fly.
Acrobatic clowns

Three great crows regard
The thrown away takeaway —
Keen, sharp, purposeful.

Butcherbirds on wire
Bowing and fluting in turn
A twilight concert.

Black wings on pink dawn.
Flying foxes homeward bound
To roost  — full of fruit....

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Yesterday’s Music

The music of a burbling rill
Close by a dry stone wall,
And on the air, so calm and still
A blackbird's fluting call

Green finches in the rowan tree
Join in the meadow’s song,
And big fat yellow bumble bees
Hum merrily along

The flutter of a butterfly
 The flip of trout at play
The rustle of a mouse nearby
The sounds of yesterday...





Janette's sounds contest--18th April...

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Spring is back.
For hark!
The Eastern Bluebirds have returned,
Flying in droves from tree to tree,
Singing to their hearts’ delight.
No wonder they symbolise
The joy and happiness
Of gardens with fragrance love.

Yet I also admire The Swainson Thrush,
Aspiring grandeur with its fluting song.
A sure sign that Spring is back,
A choir of music mixed with skylarks,
Achieving a harmonious symphony,
A feeling that adds to the joy of bells.
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A silvery,
fluting cry of a sleepless moon
on the pillow of a twilight sleep :
an enigma I wanted to share
with a skylark.

From the disbelief rises a sulphur
cloud to thaw the ice on the tongue of a dawn.
First ray of sunlight starts flirting,
with a dew drop on a wet rose.

It was not a poem but a thought
crossing a bridge into eternity,
for a sparkle in the pain of life,
a hymn to be recited without understanding
the meaning.



Satish Verma...

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