Short Warble Poems

north wind
winter  whispers
night warble...

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Listen to poem:

warble to the sky
a joyous chorus flock shared
joie de vivre...

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at my son’s grave
three years after his death
i hear the robin warble
a span of nowhere...

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a witch and a pet aardvark

broom to an amusement park

with a mic in hand

and dave brubecks band

warble a strange meadowlark.
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breeze rustling softly
sunrays filter through the clouds ~
finches warble cheer


5th April 2023


For Tania Kitchin's "A new Nature themed haiku" contest...

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Good morning dear friends, it's a brand new day
Put a smile on your kisser and warble away
You only go round once
So don't count the months
Just giggle and chuckle and enjoy it, I say...

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Those eyes
Of the old owl
Open when stars awake
Tarry in peace in taproot trees
Around the absence of colorless nights
A warble of the question whooo...
Solemn and wise thinking
Nocturnal thoughts
Watching...

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Good morning dear friends, it's a brand new day
Put a smile on your kisser and warble away
You only go round once
So don't count the months
Just giggle and chuckle and enjoy it, I say


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Carriage of soul
Wanders alone
In thought. The bone
From rails creaking.

Nightingale dips
To warble, sing.
Hymns on upswing
Drive soul afire.



Ride On A Pathya Vat
nette onclaud contest ( carriage)
posted by Rora Onna, 3 August 2014...

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Bubbling

As I peeked inside a drum
Of beer brewed by mum
I espied exploding bubble
Like lips exuding warble!

There's something in yeast
(That inflate us to a Beast)
Fomenting guts to replete
Then at last dignity delete!


22nd Aug 2013...

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Ample is the rising sun
That alights the furthest mountain –
A carmine drape upon every hill –
Exciting the birds to warble. 

Ample, too, is the evening sun
That paints a nebulous curtain – 
Quickly changing the palette until
Bringing the good day to shutter....

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Once
dormant
seeds bloom in
white, red and pink
tulips with perfumed
primrose on a green quilt.
Basking in warmer weather,
warblers warble a sweet chorus,
perched on branches with fresh verdant leaves,
as nature revives its breath taking charm.
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Nightingale, the full moon rises
sing me from the Sassafras:
mock the sounds of motors passing,
trill sweet of the small brook's flow,
warble out a troubadour's tale,
call my trembling dear to me.


Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Night Creatures
Nightingale #5
Date: 1/13/15...

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What is is we call life?
A mash of parapsychological events,
Some that vessel sweetness and soul,
Some that conjure misery and toll
For our most unmoonlit moments
Can be most silvery and resplendent to another
Life and Time as it seems
Are but humming moments 
Who warble the song of a whizzing dream...

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Each morning I hear the warbling
As she sits in my tree
She greets the day in happiness
And when I go to water my plants 
She follows me closely 

I fill her bowl with cool water
Next I see her taking a drink 
And she will take my offered bread
Then she sits in the tree
To warble the day in.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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What do I know! 
What do you know!  
And the sound’s,
Warble from church tower 
And minaret  
 
And the spring, river  
And the wind 
While continuing their flow 
In the ground  
What do they know? 
 
And the spirits busy 
Without even knowing they are!
And I who do not saw things  
As you see it 
How could I know things that have never been seen?...

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SOMEWHERE ON TOP

Breathing free, I behold--

sash-like fluffy blue clouds

hugging mountain-waists.

Nearby, terrace of trees greets

and falls that warble deep.

___________________

©O.E. Guillermo
05:20 PM, January 10, 2015
30 syllables

Sponsor	nette onclaud 
Contest Name	SOMEWHERE...

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When sunset red unfurls and glows
each beam an opal groove and veil,
till August floats  in warm repose
when sunset red unfurls and glows.
The nightingales warble in rows
Bewitching hours as I exhale;
When sunset red unfurls and glows
each beam an opal groove and veil.



Andrea Dietrich's One Lovely Summer Triolet
5/29/2015....

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Cuddles are warble of affection
   that without or with words apply,
   magicians of light burst alone
    that no exhortations we need...

   Gestures that allow us to levitate
   hands in energetic passes
   ways that allow us to hover,
   sane, saved believers not skeptical...

   In sweet caresses become light,
   in sweet caresses, pains are brief...!...

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Crystal doorstep, crystal swing!
Carry me to our angels nest, made into our holy, twigged love-ring.

Where the softest of all gentlest raindrops,
May bless us under a silent, verdant, velvet, luxurious top.

Warble songs of sweetness to my most humble bowed head.
Do read me poetry, till God's silvered-moon ascends!



              11-7-2020

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By which   p a  t   h 
   Spring's delicate
mouth  ?
      shall i step
  u p o n
  f a  l 
 ling  hope?

For forgiveness 
  that eats upon
a grand table of
 exquisite food?

By warble of mid-
day's waking noon?
  As always, always
i see my mad companion
   that follows me
within the meadow
  upon quiet (so 
quiet) nights --
my Moon!

:: 03-28-2016 ::...

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In early spring’s afterglow
Egrets head north as winds row; 
Dwelling  on lattice of plains
And coo    warble mild refrains--
How migrant journey  stirs on
When  April wakes with delight
Until lull of morn is done--
A homecoming …  our birds' rite !


Eight Lines Contest of Joseph May
5/31/2018
7 syls per line  via www.howmanysyllables.com...

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On my way to river

With low- eyes, I turned around,
When you looked into my eyes-

Any lustre in my eyes shone!
Any smile!

Behold, the birds warble,
Behold wheat spikes
in the breeze, trembling,
Behold, like the dew,
on the grass, my heart,
Intone and shine.

On my way to river

When you looked into my eyes,
Hovering! my soul's bee around:
Do not shift your eyes, said!
Look at me again look.

Written by © Fatima Nusairat...

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Early in the Morning

Early in the morning..  
When you return
Refreshed from golden spikes.
Come close where Nightingales warble 
Holds my faint voice to thee

Come close when it returns with 
your faint voice - to me 

Early in the morning 
when you return 
Joyous like an old man 
Let thy hands --
Touch me  

Let the palm of thy hands
Touched my hands 
When the dew of spikes - 
drapes my grave 
But be careful from the regret thorn....

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Dragonflies dart and hover over the gleaming water.
Hand on the tiller just idling along
watching for hawks coming out of the sun.

Good place for a smoke and a song
but there's just me and the dog to sing to
and he howls at me when I warble a tune.

My old lady will be fixing bacon soon
and the fish aren't interested in getting caught.
Yet I linger on here watching the scintillations
of flying dragons, not yet hungry enough
to end a daydream....

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