Short Warblers Poems
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as birdland warbles
cooing Mozart rhapsody--
lovers kiss, make up
Judy Konos' Get Your Senryu On Contest
4/11/15
warblers
w e l c o m e
weddings
7/15/21
Marvellous month of May,
Maple trees flourishing,
Melodious warblers
Migrate back on the wing,
Morning Glory flowers
Mid-musk mellow abounds,
Merry dance around the pole.
Wrens
whisper
wistfully
wafting westward--
Wisp
Woods
welcome
white warblers--
weeds wakening
wings!
3.12.2019
Light Up The Page 2 Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Silent warblers perch as garden’s crooners
With crest-petalled wings flapping as banners
All day long they exude unfading light
That no woeful glooms conceal their brightness.
Wicked aged woman,
wreaking harm with cauldron,
warty nose, crafty eyes;
Wisdom sees through dark guise!
When riding purple broom,
wild crone cackles at moon.
Warblers on crimson skies.
haiku in autumn
finches, warblers, wrens
and kinglets sing season's songs--
hues of leaves amaze
9-9-19
A Transition of Seasons Haiku Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
gold butterflies in noon fields
of sunflowers and daisies
greet black-eyed susan delight
yellow warblers sing
in the heart of hot summer
the song lives on forever
on the blooming paths of time
tales of summer love
Resident warblers,
different species share
dedicated lookout,
for the cat beware --
they frolic about,
sally as children
wings splashing
refreshing Birder’s bath~
enters Lucifer,
the neighbor’s cuddly
clawing wrath --
from woodpeckers and sparrows
to starlings and warblers
all get along
at the feeders
but for
the
feathered equivalent of a
sociopath called
a cannibal
the bluejay
that eats
alone
we're like ants always
at war with each
other
len
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.
Mysterious blue
as midnight moonlight spills on
meandering dreams.
Once butterflies' ball is done
merlot bliss lies past the sun!
Red Mars reveries
join nights of mulberry rose
camouflaging green.
So many are not sleeping
when the yellow warblers sing.
rustlin' sounds abound
children hidin' but soon are found
great laughter and cheer everywhere
a quiet breeze caressing the atmosphere
sparrows, warblers, and wrens singin' less
dog days' zeal has waned; harvest soon, I attest
beautiful yellows, reds, and browns a fallin'
soon 'Ole Man Jack' will be a-callin'
No one was aware of when
The surroundings were
Silent and slant
From near to far,
Mosquitoes were disappeared
Flies have gone,
And grasshoppers went
Looked up to the sky
Warblers were nowhere
Swallows were absent
Moved down to the tree
A few sparrows twitted
Where hid the old Sam?
They are full of curiosity
Dewy visions of kaleidoscopic hue
Dazzling warblers of butterfly blue
Diamond dots of stellar aurora rain
Dancing along the rainbow lane
Daunting stardust glamour glows
Distinctive gems of bloom grow
Disarray of shades splendid seen
Design’s maze of magic land has been.
Written: July 09, 2022
I'm coming! And the swaying root.
Midday peace, glowing in the dark.
This golden grain of grace bears fruit.
Just howls of insects are fixed lark.
Since the cheerful warblers won't hoot.
Written: August 08, 2022
Just August Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Verified By HMS.COM: 5 lines with 8 syllables each.
Precious raindrops tumble down
weaving nature's beaded gown
Lilting breezes stir the air
braiding Gaia's silver hair
Bees and warblers hum and sing
when the snow caps melt in spring
Diamond streamlets dance along
with their tinkling crystal song
Waterfalls in feathered white
cascade from their noble height
Winter's chains all fall away
leaving life to build the day
poppies of all hues
bask in green and amber sun ~
yellow warblers sing
crepe petals flutter
at the edge of noon glory ~
bunnies hop 'til the twilight
grasshoppers in blooms
with butterflies and others ~
honeybees buzz loud
Written on 9/19/2022
For: A Haiku Collection of Three - Nature
Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Reference Source: howmanysyllables.com
Fear arises when shadows invade the tall elms,
warblers went to rest...my robin refuses to sing;
stillness's a wish for dreamers living out
a stupendous night!
Beauty's seen in the distant stars that flicker,
and astonished, I am overwhelmed with joy;
lovers seek silence when darkness brings on
a stupendous night!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Craig Cornish's contest,
" Sapphic Stanza "
A floral parasol gave shade
to features sad, but finely drawn,
no laugh lines marked her sweet facade,
a countenance both pale and wan.
She glided by the garden wall
and shed a tear, a wistful sigh,
the blossoms bent as if in awe,
the warblers chirped in sympathy.
I yearned to take her arm, to find
the reason for her dire distress,
but modesty prevailed.
Consumed with unrequited love
my passion full curtailed.
on a tripod by the window be my...
camera
with a telescopic lens aimed at bird...
feeders
over the garage door such that the...
chipmunks
can only get bird feed grounded by...
birds
that are very messy eaters such as...
woodpeckers
and the finches sparrows warblers...
chickadees
and rarely a crow will try the suet for a...
moment
it's being about pileated woodpecker...
size
stans sand
A-rush
In a feather ruffling frenzy
cooling the flamboyant sunrise
muffling the warblers
with waffling winds
chilling the audience
in an ice-like stare
your shivery essence
ricochets through the canyon
startles the cliffs
bellows amid the echoes
of yesteryears challenge
stirs a red dust devil
they call you cold, December
for they are frail
and cannot bear the sting
of Winter’s hoary kiss
COPLA SESENTA Y TRES: This Bad Guy World
The Enemy resides in us
Not by invitation nor by ruse:
Bad day Good night
Could lone Yang gather in surplus
The Yin put down to no good use:
Dark day Bright night
Could the Almighty fear Evil
Is he ONE opposed to the ONE:
Both indigenes
Garden warblers’ pure early trill
Deaf magpies shriek and rasp their tongue:
Mutable genes
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
In the fog, odyssey
A cheerful adventurer
Free to be
In dampish autumn weather
Hikes into the hills
Awesome and deep
Watching the leafage sweep
Whilst song birds spill
Into the alone to peep
The only other sound --the break
Of distant waves and warblers awake
The air is raw, with a cold whisper
Many miles to go before any sleep
When sweet dreams come cheap
To a crusading journeyer
Who has promises to keep
A floral parasol gave shade,
to features darkly fine and drawn.
No laugh lines marked her sweet facade,
a countenance both pale and wan.
She glided by the garden wall
and shed a tear, a wistful sigh;
the blossoms bent as if in awe,
the warblers chirped in sympathy.
I yearned to take her arm, to find
the reason for her dire distress,
but modesty prevailed.
Consumed with unrequited love
my passion full curtailed.