Short Twittering Poems
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BEAUTIEST
Twittering silently in the field
Were the beautiest daffodils,
Their petals were concealed
Amid a flurry of yellow frills.
humid Summer heat
with twittering leaves, boughs and
plague of cicadas
8/5/2022
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Early Springtime actioning frantic flight path
Busy sparrows congregate nesting builders
Hedgerow rustling, twittering noises concur
Heralding new life
Just woke up to this gorgeous day
What joy, think I'll go out to play
In my skivvies I will
Oh what a thrill
Tiptoe through the tulips twittering away
Just woke up to this gorgeous day
What joy, think I'll go out to play
In my skivvies, I will
Oh what a thrill
Tiptoe through the tulips twittering away
Birds in the cherry trees twittering their song
Big fat bumblebees hum merrily along
Crickets in the hedgerows chirping all together
A perfect day in the month of May
With perfect springtime weather.
When heaven's been discarded
and our dreams are lost forever,
then we will wail o'er our
misspent fortune-- our small
time in history, soon to be
forgotten by twittering birds
and grossly fat narcissists.
TWITTERING WINGS
Devout fairy in blue has followed you
As you twittered and boasted quite a few
Of so many friends
Embracing your dreads.
Embarrassed for you, so away she flew.
6/30/2017
Limerick
the stream is flowing
and birds are twittering songs
a green field invites the sun
where lovely wildflowers
sway in a spring breeze
under a perfect blue sky
and clouds sail by
as I rest . . . awhile
Coldest season of winter
With snowy fall
Rays of golden sunlight
On a summer season
Falling of leaves
By autumn season
Pretty flower blossoms
With twittering birds
Of the spring season
All seasons with their specific beauty
Makes the world beauty.
music in the trees
gossips teem in green bowers
marigolds abuzz
cracker butterflies
among burgundy roses
twittering away
hollyhocks abuzz
with news of the honeybee
such blues pinks and blacks
crickets go screaming
near the endless babbling brook
in the orange dusk
I like a wild field swaying,
with warm sun and buzzing bees;
and a swallow twittering . . .
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March 19, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Wandering a Country Road
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1126-025-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
autumn at hand
leaves cling on to twigs
shaken branches creak in joy ...
tempests twist and turn
creepers wrap around
strong shoulders of tough tree trunks ...
seek seasonal soothe
twittering sparrows
masterpiece of nest in mind ...
collect color leaves
17 February 2022
an incessant bore
he droned on and on and on …
where’s my gaffer tape!
Based on experience at our meal out last night – he dominated the conversation at our end of the table and then didn’t stop twittering on even during the talk on the Chinese New Year.
01/26/18
FRESH START
From the bare branches of the larch
A twittering chorus cascades,
Celebrating the warmer days of March,
Filling my ears with spring serenades.
I too step out lively on my way
In hope of starting afresh with strength
My tasks unfinished while I may,
In these days of increasing length.
beautiful decay and winding tendrils caress- song birds twittering
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January 7, 2016
Poetry/Monoku/in the forest
Copyright Protected, ID 16-742-272-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Monoku #1,
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Sixth Place
Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time
Twittering morning for us
A melodic charm of dawns chorus
Quickly darting here and there
Doesn't seem to have a care
Collecting bedding for her nests
Bits of moss and old string vest
Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time
Lichen that writes history on a page
Blue flash buttressing hope
Old Woman in stone barn
Her memory waits your coming
Vice like her rumblerings
especially in Autumn time
where frost is punishing
catches the crabbing sun
MY heart shudders as she talks
The syllabic blood that drains
as twittering seagulls loom
the weather has slathered down into comfortably cool
a welcoming breeze tickles my arm hairs; not enough to give me a shiver
there are no sounds in the country today
wait
there it is
a loud truck has accelerated on the freeway
a ten-minute drive but we can hear it
the cardinals and robins are twittering
I feel relaxed
Raindrops
fall like nymphs
darting and dodging
twittering
elfin echoes
in camouflage
dancing
on my face
skating
on my fingernails
like frozen ponds
glistening
in a flurry
of winged petals
balancing
on my eyelashes
like liquid orchids
poised
to flower
their laughter
muffled berries
yet to blossom
Shut your beak!
Leave me in peace!
Go and find your own branch please.
I've had enough!
You're way too much,
Dancing and larking around and such.
Twittering on at me all night,
now it's dawn, I've had no sleep.
You can't shut your smart ass beak,
I'll shut it for you feathered freak!
For contest 'enough'
10th place win
I’m totally transfixed
I hold my breath
Tiny fledgling spreads its wings
Twittering parents are watching anxiously
will baby bird fly
I’m totally transfixed
My neighbour’s cat
Is prowling, ready to pounce
I hold my breath
Mother squawks loudly
Danger is now averted
Tiny fledgling spreads its wings
All in the Game
a call to the
bullpen by time
warner
tie your cleats by
florsheim
everything in
moderation by red
label vodka
plan ahead by forest
lawn
and beneath the
glittering
twittering
insta- scat game
show reverie
an absolutely
electrifying,
stupefying timeless
wonder
a baseball game
walk off win
dodgers 1 padres 0
Spring has come at last!
Earth wakes from her winter slumber,
To live again.
Signs of resurrection are all around –
Green shoots sprouting,
Blue skies,
Twittering birds in hedgerows –
Winter clad, now in summer anticipation –
Puts by all notions of misery and dull care.
The joys of spring abound!
No cares, no worries…..
Life has begun
Again.
The trees no longer show to me
Their stamp of wondrous sanctity.
The whistling winds that nightly sing
No longer peace and solace bring.
The tumid sea so cold and deep
No longer lulls my soul to sleep.
The twittering birds so high on air
With me no longer songs do share.
The soul grown brittle from despair
Tries and tries but does not care.