Short Song Bird Poems
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whicha whicha whicha
creeca creeca creeca
song bird orchestra serenades me tonight
My love dawns,
sprays spectrum
just for you.
Would you fly
with tinged wings
in my sky?
Would you be
sweet song bird
in my spring?
Grass blades leaking green
Leaves succumb to conversion
Song bird is silenced
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Inspired by Brian Strands "IMAGES OF FALL " contest!
The phone rings the song bird sings flowers grow in the garden
then the rain decends the song just ends
and puts out the smoke less embers
as a broken man says yes i am
the man woh just surendered
Up in the clouds...
the sound is so clear...
Twin engines so loud...
what awakens the ear!
Clearer and nearer...
the heavens now bring...
the roaring soar of the song bird....
The flying cowboy..Sky King.
Birds
Singing
Soothing souls,
Serenading
Trembling moments erase the darkest gloom,
Stardust shadows echo through the silence,
Glistening truth,
Playing soft,
Warbling
Songs
whimsical singing
tweets and peeps and caws echo
song bird orchestra
such spring time magic
a delightful lullaby
pure love for season
sun shines so brightly
warming our ponds and meadows
baby robins song
The song bird sings
As the love bird stares
Hypnotized
by the beautyfull sounds it hears
cries of passion,strung into song
the love bird cant help
but hum along
soon to be taken in by desire
about to take flight
climbing higher & higher..
by. Scottie b garrow/12/28/09
Form:
Breaking thru the clouds
with the power of light
as a song bird sings
untill the night
healing the wounded
as a chariot thus fly
plucking his lyre
as he opens our eyes
this oracular God
whom can heal or kill
protecting the sun
with a musical gun.
The sparrow hawk is so near dear!
Shush, shush, or, he will surely hear.
Yes, yes, you are a rare beauty
with a fine voice, a real cutie.
Enough tweeting, be silent please,
we’ve a nest full of babies, geez!
My sweet song bird, I’ll free your beak,
if you would only shush, don’t tweet!
Word count
Quite clear
Black white
Eight eight
Two hands
key play
Grand scale.
Staff, Clefs
Pitch, trills,
Sharp, flat
Tone up
Tone down
Hum, sing,
song bird.
Key board
Black, white,
No gray,
No shades
New heights,
Loud, soft,
Light, dark.
Love, life,
Birth, death,
Start, end,
Play on .
Never been one to keep a close friend.
Never been one to lead,
nor been the type
to follow such trend.
Even though I'm surrounded,
I go out on my own.
Keep telling your lies and il keep
spreading the word.
Listening in on sounds of a song bird.
Hanging by thread, il say
I sleep with the living
but
I awake with the dead.
a cage made of silver coloured wires
a metal weave and knots
that together have made a bell
the shape so like has no hammer
but a tiny door closed with
a piece of blackthorn
inside a slim branch hangs
from two thin silver
chains. it swings. slow
and without sound as
the bird was imagined
and so was the song.
The early bird gets the worm
Or so they always say
As he squirms what does the worm earn
For minding his business in clay?
Watching blue birds fly about singing various tunes
The red birds song sing of home in the month of June.
6/15/2022
Written for BITE SIZE POEM #47 POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor Line Gauthier
leaves are withering
in painted hues of orange ~
a song bird whistles
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June 28, 2021
Poetry/Haiku
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1367-485-28/Reprint
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A BRIAN STRAND JULY
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/30/2021
First Place
leaves are withering
in painted hues of orange ~
a song bird whistles
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August 16, 2020
Poetry/Haiku/Beautiful Decay
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1279-256-16
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Haiku - Nature Themed 2
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
First Place
I told the mosquitoes
to stay away
And i told the fire flies
to hold the lights till daybreaks
I told the song bird
to sing all night
a perfect lullaby
And i told the crickets
to keep their voices down
I bought you a dream tonight
It's beneath your pillow
Sleep early
Don't miss out the best part
Dream dream dream
Dream all night
Dream big my love
leaves are withering
in painted hues of orange -
a song bird whistles
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August 16, 2020
Poetry/Haiku/08/16/20
Copyright Protected, 08-1316-911-16
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into the Premier contest, Hi-Ku(4)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/29/20
Second Place
my soft, poignant cries
trapped like the caged bird’s refrain
wrought with sorrow’s kiss
oh, song of passion
you lift me to fervent heights
the caged bird is free
music of my soul
ecstasy of bird in flight
blends heartache and bliss
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 25, 2012
Second Place in Romantic Senryu Contest
Night time ends it’s reign of terror
animals come out to play
the bite is taken off the winters chill
the song birds greet the day
sleep is rubbed from morning eyes
hot coffee fills the air
a stillness almost holy
a quiet soft and rare
as the morning glows to red
the song bird really sings
to welcome the sun as it crests the horizon
on it’s golden wings.
self imposed prison captivates a song bird
stumbling over insecure formation of the wrong word
stabalizing foundation atop false ground
deception dressed to impress in a tall gown
quietly with humming embedding a soft sound
fooling with the friendly touch of a small town
is the big city snake born and bred in the pits
released from it's cage around seven or six
Hungry Little Song Bird.
Little hungry song bird,
won't you please come home for tea.
You've been out singing all day long
come share a bite with me.
You Know, I have your favourite
of bread and juicy worms
put in a bowl of peanuts
dressed in the greenest ferns.
So come little song bird
come on home for tea
then you can sit little song bird
and enjoy a bite with me.
Aspirations pierced,
blade of sun tears through
panting air. Sound, captured
in the t-bone lungs of a song-bird.
Shadows dance behind glades
casting doubt
as they spray their breath
between roses.
Stirring up pollen, speckled atoms,
Travelers free of charge on the back
of oxygen. As the garden breathes
a sigh of relief
the nation's lungs
contract as velvet flesh.
Form:
The hurt of a game.
Myth has played with the-
life of a song bird.
A dream becomes opaque.
You cannot find any-
image of blood.
A window shuts-
the moon. The rainbow will
grope for a sky.
And I must find
some excuse to live. The nascent
hope outleaps the black-
rain falling on eyes. Panic
grips poppies. They throw up the
color, the fresh dawn.
Satish Verma
Being Brilliant Horn Haiku
Such a brilliant thing;
Saw song bird which would take wing,
And hear sing in Spring.
Had smile on my face
As it flew with style and grace
All over the place.
Seemed so wonderious
Also as an added plus
She enchanted us.
Life should be like this,
Then none would I want to miss;
All had been pure bliss.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet