Short Skylarks Poems

skylarks
singing so high,
sweet notes fill a blue sky-
raing melodies upon pastures
of rye...

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Daffodils in full bloom
in his bosom. 
Fireflies in his eyes calls you to dreamland.

Tarry not in your winter.
Summer is ripe here
with fragrance of Flora.

Come with punnet and
bruised brow kissed by adventure.
Burst into songs with skylarks....

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Spring always brings forth a smile
     Just ask a butterfly

Summer lightens every heart
     Just hear the skylarks cry

Autumn colours tint our view
     As daylight waves goodbye

Winter ,sleeping,bides its time
     When all nature seems to die....

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tweeting praise* to God

triumphantly sounding hope~

amidst lofty flight

*Psalm 89:5 And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD...

2nd place, "Songbird Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/23/2021....

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Skylarks leaping
In the early morn
Their sweet song
Echoing around my head
Summer’s mild breeze
Drifting across 
A meadow of sunflowers
We wander hand in hand
I feel your thoughts
The warmth of your love
This physical chemistry
That exists
Only between us
Our summer bliss
Pure ecstasy...

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Rhyme Royal Birds

Flutes of hermit thrush in bushes echo.
Skylarks fill the skies o'er moors and greens.
Martins sing while feeding on mosquito;
I see them flit about through garden screens.
Of all my favorite birds I've heard and seen
are black-billed magpies singing songs in flight,
and nightingales who've sung through most the night....

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an allouette

Bless you, my Kralyks,
you have found your niche
going to school far away.
She texts from Beijing -
“I’m learning to sing,”
Skylarks inspire her to stay.

Early sights and sounds,
heard during her rounds
of delivering the news,
energize her soul 
with style and control. 
Skylarks - Kralyk's private muse.  

July 23, 2014...

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Alone on the fell,
Skylarks are singing,
Serenading me
A tear in my eye,
A moment of bliss.

Majestic peaks
Shrouded in cloud,
Cascading streams
Weep from their slopes.

Thundering 
Waterfalls,
Bring rainbows.

Mountains
Inspire,

Me.




Entry for
Any Theme Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
26/1/19. Placed 2nd....

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Night silenced moon ascends as lonely dim art
while burnished tears bow from a silent gray tomb.
Songs of dreams belong among the red skylarks
as she clutches the lost arch of sorrow’s boon.

Time wades along wild rivers of salt-green dust,
within auburn hair lies are fragrance of musk,
the staid broken glass with dark sonnets of time. 
She’s gone now alone with sapphires of rhyme....

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Words...entangle, conform and evoke.
You are word's unspoken delight.
Memorize them as if they were Holy.

Speak softly reaching lavender
For you have no armor to shield you
to unwrap you in a whisper.

Weaken the cold, tepid emptiness  
of words that waver falsely and rust.
Let strong waves mold them, to

Mend and bend our souls with feelings 
that live within the heart and sing
to the skylarks fluttering at dusk.



Reaching Purple...

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On the other side
where the dark resides
there are skylarks in the night
While  our children sleep
they bring dreams to keep,
sunlit rainbows, in their flight

With soft wings, they fly
cooing lullabies,
soothing babies in their beds
For each precious child,
dreamland is compiled,
gently laced with pastel threads
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Submitted for Dr. Ram's Contest: Alouettee "Skylark"
8/5/14...

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The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
With skylarks singing sweetly
As they hovered in the sky

The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze

I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door

That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine...

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Suns setting, stardust falling
Dawn rising, Skylarks calling
Flowers dance of different hue
But nought to compare with you

Painters paint, poets write
Sculptors work marble white
See things with eyes so true
But nought to compare with you

Natures kind, untold gifts
Discards grey, colour lifts
Seas of green, skies blue
But nought to compare with you

And when I wake at your side
From those dreams I did ride
Places visited seemed so true
But nought to compare with you...

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End of summer whistles through trees,
Like skylarks floating on the breeze
Staying awhile, a month or more,
Until winds come in howling roar
Blowing sleet, snow, and bitter freeze.

Summer temps creep down by degrees,
Despite extremely humid sprees
I recall September’s rainy tour,
End of summer.

Weathermen give no guarantee,
Weather-watchers won't disagree
June and July sudden downpours
Can alter the league’s baseball scores,
But football hurts from early freeze
End of summer....

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