Short Warbler Poems
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Cast of dewdrop voiced thrushes
still pose on aloe bushes
tonal float or plume at dawn
sweet haze on marsh land rushes
moonshine drunk
flashed
by a yellow rumped warbler
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Little Willie Warbler can sing
His voice is a beautiful thing
It will bring you to tears
You'll forget all your fears
In the wonderful melodies he brings
The black-throated blue warbler is wee and cute,
But to a caterpillar he is a brute.
With a sweet melody, he attracts his mate,
And they eat spiders when they go on a date.
In the yellow yawning yearning still
The Yellow Warbler greets the daffodil
Amongst the yielding yellowish Sun
As the landscape yellows its youthful run.
March.03.2016 Yellow contest by Silent One
She hears the distant warbler sing
An edgy tone, a bit of sting
For time is such a fleeting thing
Life slowly closing its gold ring
Although it may be made of string
©9/15/2022
Bite size Poem #52 Contest
Lonesome heart beats like a caged warbler without a morning song,
pining to be free, before cherry blossoms float away with breeze.
Hope arrives as a Lovebird opens lock for him to spread wings.
~Soar~
Form: tanka
Started: 4/21/11
Completed: 4/22/11
By: Miranda Lambert
Contest: Wow me in 5 lines
Soar willow warbler
Alas, winter time has passed
Spring blossom awaits
Soar home delicate creature
See the lull your song creates
The fat sonbird WARBLES a love song
as it sits aside
a GURGLING brook that SPLASHES
shards of sunlight into the trees
who MURMUR their intimacies
to each other
as the splintered door of a nearby shed
SLAMS shut in the wind.
The noon bell RINGS.
November 13, 2021
the cuckoo is a lazy trickster
she lays her eggs in bush warbler’s nest
remember Mayzie LaBird in Dr. Seuss’s book Horton Hears the Who?
Bush warbler is tricked by cuckoo bird.
She thinks the eggs are hers.
Takes care of them until they hatch
And then raises cuckoo’s baby as her own.
My heart was heard
Sensed every note
These birds evoked
Animals came to play
Added smiles to our day
Squirrels do feed
Where I have kneed
Calming air
Brushed our hair
White butterflies pass us by
I almost cried
Black-and-white warbler
Came out and pondered
Blessings were made
This melody we played
Bird of the Badlands
Who is a Russell?
And what can he be?
A Crow, a Grackle,
or Brewer's like me.
Is he a Raven,
a Warbler, or Dat?
All the same color,
but don't wear a hat.
I'm a Mocking Bird,
however take care.
The things that I say,
can fly through the air.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
The rumble of thunder and falling rain
Roll across the dale and plain
As springtime sounds return the green
The pride of nature proudly preen
Atop the noble fir tree’s crest
The virile warbler guards a nest
Swaying gently on a limb
A mate rests beside of him
O’er the forest a song is heard
Warbled by a little yellow bird
Higher, through this loftier
Discretion of mind
Than what does flash, sky-winging
To Earth's space confined
Places one, which bright state in
Is joy's true Heaven.
Clearer, purer. Whose source is
God. Ever risen.
Lyre-clasping, a warbler, too
Myself, of love songs.
Miss, smiling meek, attested!
Which trait there belongs!
Animals of swamp
crocodile, fish, tadpoles
call-off the day
And wandered freely
Rabbit, deer, lion
lay apart quietly
No humane disturbances
No hiding in swamp grasses
Blue jay, yellow warbler
Sing to their heart's delight
While Hibau sleeps
Gibbon and Pangolin
play in grotto
Is Covid-19 a humane predator?
Or a protector of nature?
Sweet flux of rippling stream’s dulcet strain
stunning mythic creeks dream haze
stone amulets graze mohs
scale of gold rush hardness
svelte limb pink bouquet clouds
span azure blue awning’so heavenly cascade
sedge-warbler skims grass shoots
springtime speeds snowdrop surge
Contest : “N” Poems New or Old
Sponsor : Constance Ls France
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Life of a hamlet dame is,
Akin to a caged warbler...
As it's wings are clipped
So,is the dame's pin...
Confabulating with a lad
Is a sin...
As the warbler sings for freedom
Through the bars of the rages...
So,the dame dreams of freedom
Through the bars of the cases...
As the caged warbler is ignorant,
About the joy of freedom
So,is the hamlet dame...
To morning hope I belong
It's the same birds song;
Reminding me to pray
Day by day
Until it flies away.
I'm hoping to open the blind
To see what is its kind
this joyful warbler of mine.
"Thank you God for ears and time
To sit and to read Your Word.
Before I rise, my life outpoured."
I'm sure a neighbour would know,
This bird's name like a pro
so I could greet it
Next time when it would sit
With sweet morning song
To hope we belong.
A stroll that revealed an undiscovered spot
A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake...
oh, she was greeted by a thousands blossoms!
A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
was undecided to stay or fly alone as if all his companions were gone...
he a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too so romantic,
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cool place
to of being in a athmosphere so idylic
Have you seen the soft grasses blow in the wind
Have you felt the kindness of the breeze?
Have you?
Have you ever reached to touch a blossom
To be paused by its complex beauty
Have you?
Have you stood to watch a minnow dart away
beckoning to be followed
Have you?
Felt the coolness of moisture in the early dawn
The forest’s quiet returning echoes
A warbler singing his courting song
And have you wondered if he knows?
That You came just for him
Have you?
Dedicated to Stuart A. Staples
I want to break someone's little finger
In three places
Give me strings on a hollow wooden body
Crumpled suits and apprehension
The warbler, the jongleur
The slur, the trill, the quaver
I can only serenade in that way
Without drop z tuning
Barmonies and mashed taters
Send in the French horn
Alone in the living room
The air conditioner remote
Engrossed and enthralled in the music
The dog watching me