Short Twitters Poems

melodic twitters 
from a linnet 
sunrise
...

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Robot President?
    --Efficient...Unbiased...Smart
             --No Texts...No Twitters......

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In the hush of dawn the first bird trills a song,
and in a pause is answered by a chorus;
a symphony of chirps, twitters and chatters-
                                     their songs so soothing
...

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My
tranquil
oasis,
terrace garden,
by July-  serene
hues of green foliage,
and sweet scents of rose drifting.
A repose from the humid heat,
and oppressive sun- where the murmurs
of bird twitters bring a divine stillness....

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newborn bulbs from sprouts
unfurl into green leaflets
a robin twitters

tulip buds will stretch
to greet the morning sunlight
colors of rebirth


2-14-2023
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly, Haiku x2 Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin...

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inane
bird-brained
just plain
insane

President Trump: inane, bird-brained dude
Twitters and tweets: just plain insane, rude



               
              August 06, 2019
   Your Turn for a Tyburn Poetry Contest
          Sponsor: Charles Messina...

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Mr Wiener brags proficiency 
As he twitters his constituency.  
But badly, the hackage 
of a bulky package 
in his pants shows a deficiency.  



*The Online Slang Dictionary says ‘schnitzel’ is, “Any unacceptable or unwanted
substance.”  Example: “I’ve got schnitzel all over my shoe.”...

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Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ......

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In the woods, where silence secrets
Songs so alive with the harmonies of chirrups,
Tweets, peeps and twitters, colors of light
Falling like liquid insight into the spirit who hears
The voice of God through the oaks and laurels,
Through the woods gentle melodies, ballads and narratives…

...

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Dying to see your smile, 
Dying to see your eyes.—
Seems you are one of my style,
This devotee is wise.

On the open roads,
The continuation of trees outside the lanes.
Flying twitters in ode,
River flowing like blood in veins.

You swim in those veins,
And reaches the heart.
But still this love fails,
Somewhere target is missed by my dart....

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Greatness of a nation and her people
Rests not in her fire-belching mouth
Emanates not from huge stomach of her granaries
Appears not in lethal power of her spears
Twitters not from upstairs of her thinkers but 
Nightingales from the beauty of her values
Enriched, nurtured and suckled
Systematically from the breasts of God
Scattered by winds of divine grace...

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it begins at dawn   a tweet tweet then a beep beep~ a crow caws loudly

tiny little chirps 
twitters silly shrills whistles ~ 
hel looo hel looo trill

and then, begins the circled flight in the sky
swooping as one, turning, diving-  little birds fly
then, a pair of gliding birds gracefully dip and soar 
oh, such divine and sublime sounds from tiny birds pour...

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Blackberry briar bounds the river: a curb
o’er the levee’s curve; a thorny imbroglio
under which twitters sing in broody milieu
Naught but the resilient do venture within
daunting vine bent in asperity, weathered
Little flyers fluff the brusque in a love filial
In wee caresses, stringent opens soft eyes
Silken white, touched in palest pink, winks
Sweet, sweet, they tweet, for a juicy bliss…

(8/7/2022)...

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Three birds on a branch
Two birds sing a sweet duet
One twitters alone

A passing robin feeling sorry for the little fella
Alights to join one, two, three birds in joyful a cappella *


27.02.19


'Charliekucoup Poetry Contest' sponsored by Charles Messina


*In referring to singing unaccompanied by instruments, the traditional spelling is the Italian one, a cappella rather than the latin a capella...

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We heard the buzz
A certain fly with hear on the wall
Twitters what was
The sorrow to come after the fall 
And all my life
Suddenly undefined and summed up
In a new strife
"We have to let you go." And we sup
Nothing but shame
Before the eyes of wife and children
The empty frame
Of manhood like a rag, and heaven
Silent just stared
At the end of fragile dignity
Jobless and scared
In a small scraps of identity....

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To hear all the twitters
of baby birds in the yard lifts my spirit,
from last winter’s grey;
I look out at the narcissus and tulips
to see a lively red cardinal,
a spark of hope for the season’s
weather-tantrums.

There’s something about renewal,
newborns in a pastel field,
young chipmunks chasing one another in circles
always brings a smile and I revel in
nature’s elation, like a proud mama.
...

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another pheasant has mistaken
its frilly pattern with saturn
rings 
           and twitters 
           all its senselessness
silly on the asphalt spangled
foreheads

- ! -
	
and another pheasant has mistaken
pattern with
rings and all atwitter
	senselessness

on the saturn 

- ! -

has foreheads
its senselessness

silly rings 
           spangled pheasant

all its pattern -


             - pheasant pattern


asphalt...

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My colleagues who were birders 
Could identify the sound
And name the breed of every bird
Whose chirping was around.

It didn't matter if they saw
One feather on its back,
The tweets and twitters said enough
For all the codes to crack.

I do not care which utterance
Emits from any beak.
I listen to the chorus
And enjoy the way they speak...

Especially when counterpointed
With a gentle rain.
When Nature's noises serenade,
There's such a sweet refrain....

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Early Summer

Birds awake with the dawn
Their twitters break the last defending line of spring

 Air becomes light
Like a vegetable soup that I can bottom up at once

The mist and rain no longer tangle with my eyes
The deepest blue in the sky appears

When all other colors fade
A new one is riding high on the hill

It's the greenness of life
A burst of beauty after a long hibernating

They're bustling in the same direction
With the dream of the earth, a pilgrimage...

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high in a forest tree
a little songster listens
and answers with phrases
with chatters, twitters, warbles
the little bird hops along a branch
hidden in a green canopy of leaves
singing a song that drifts and dips echoing _

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April 15, 2020


Poetry/Verse/song bird
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1244-072-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


For the contest, Strand No 730 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand

Honorable Mention...

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