Don't judge me
For you know it's true
This moment connects
Me to you
You may refute
You may rebuke
As quietly
The table shook
But tell me this
As tears we cry
Releasing joy
You can't deny
As biome sings
It's tuneful rumble
While friends are sharing
Apple crumble
A deeper note
Can oft be heard
Beneath the failing
Of the word
Reality
Robots know not
Oh how this act
Just hits the spot
To summarise
As you're still here
Despite the awkward
Social fear
We celebrate
This quality
Our gaseous, imperfect
Humanity
So don't be shy
As you're about
You can't withhold
So let it out
A knowing nod
To passers by
You're just like me
We can't deny
Blue sky seagull chirp,
pealing plaintive strain oe’r tides,
weeping waters rush
Cherry dew song thrush,
weaves mirthful mist from spruce tree,
off-key forest fall
Faint gold dewdrop stream slid down my face,
branches creak whilst tuneful birds quite chirpy,
sun-blest hue’d wave a bright dream noble splatter,
cerulean veneer on sky has me now transfixed,
random green leaf cascade gulp by lithe gust,
I eschew blindness whilst celebrating gift of sense
You gifted me a sunny day.
As rains poured from opaque sky gray,
I made to you a fervent plea.
A sunny day you gifted me.
On bright day I walked out of blue,
a fervent plea I made to you.
Twilight tinge wrapped my gloom at bay,
I walked out of blue on bright day.
As spent sun set with the hues trapped,
my gloom at bay twilight tinge wrapped.
It told me my love I’d soon get
with the hues trapped, as spent sun set.
Spring zephyr blew in tuneful spree,
my love I’d soon get it told me.
In my heart grew the yearning new,
in tuneful spree spring zephyr blew.
As the scarlet sun sets slowly down the cold horizon,
the onyx night glows in the tinsel torrent of twilight,
the shining stars sprout one by one in the milky way,
cosmic concerto of constellation starts in the silky sky.
Ebony night shapes the silhouette of sapphire sky
above the malachite profile of the forest canopy
that wears the bejeweled crown of heavenly décor,
embroidered by lyrical lattice of serenading stardust.
The spray of resonating sequins of the morphed dreams
drizzle through the misty music of the mystique stardust.
The astral symphony resounding in the ambiance of silence
blends with the refrain of whispering passion wind blowing by.
Our paired essence interweaves with the calypso of night,
when the seductive song lyrics of longing the stars write.
Melodic stardust shimmers with the cadence of attuned hearts,
composes a new music of life with the intonation of ecstasy.
The stellar meadow of the magical night sparkles above
with crystal charisma of the constellation of blooming stars,
thus designing the tuneful dreams for our love to sing
in the symphony of silver stardust in the garden of night.
“When life morphs into a lively melody of song
happiness resonates with the symphony of mind" – Quote by Poet
In sapphire night argentine star dusts drizzle
as tuneful symbol of sequined essence,
adorn the pearl-laced tapestry of life
that spreads before me with splendor
in the baroque landscape of being
I traverse listening to soulful symphony.
The chromatic trellis of the rising sun,
weaves my diaphanous dreams
with the lattice of sanguine imagery.
The surreal strings design rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon,
lively concert charms me with vibrato of life.
In anguished times I turn the pent-up passion
into crescendo of psychic concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings
I fly in the sky of euphoric sonata,
realizing the nascent notion
that life is a song I should sing now.
To explore ones
inner qualities
pertaining to self
appealing and
lyrically tuneful
when pronounced
stands alone
proud and strong
regal in stature
open to discovery
allowing introspection
unafraid of findings
Words floating in soft whisper could never pass me by,
from miles away my ears could catch them all so clear.
In tuneful clasp of tinnitus the muted decibels now lie
where perpetual quiet prevails, for clamor I don’t hear.
Those who chose to keep distance now they come near.
She is Astra, an inner star,
a nocturn upon the lips of silence.
There is a solitude that is worshipful.
Sing to her
in the breath's vibration,
sing a tuneful silence.
She is seen,
not through any sunlight or moonshine -
light and darkness are hers alone.
She is interstellar,
her music
fills our eyes with what she sees.
Resonate then
with her measureless silence
the spheres of being will align
and the harmonics
of her bliss
will be yours.?
As the ethereal guitar mesmerises
My soul responds
As if I dipped into a melodic bath
Of perfectly curated
Lovingly tempered
Heart massaging
Candle flickering
Water
A fragrant tune invades
My nostrils
Flaring as the warm
Moistened air tumbles by
The world merges into
Perfection
Harmony
Stirring
The resonance
Of childhood memory
Percolating through the mist
As sliding strings
Caress my ears
My mind drifting
Towards that past
Safer place
Yet this mesmerising medication
This tuneful tumult quelling
Perfect prescription
Is deeply welcome
Somewhere in my gut
My true being
Soothed as we surrender
To this soulful sabbath
May you never grow old
At the joyful table
Where your soul dines
Hear the whispers
Of the small pleasures
Taste the fermented flavours
Of the ordinary delights
Using all your available senses
When the music plays
To transport you
Run to catch the moment
Soak in the vapour
Embibe the elixir
Breathe it all in deeply
Holding in gratitude
Each heavenly moment
Beguiled breeze braces
tuneful drizzle of twilight,
symphony echoes in pool.
Rippling rhapsody
rolls in silent melody
with sunset in purple pond.
A tuneful gorilla that they called a brute
played both the recorder and the lute,
while his elephant friend, refined,
was of a different mind,
and gave up the trumpet for flute.
Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson's song : When Doves Cry
Grey clouds hover over my wasteland,
the desert languishes in the heat of craving,
deprived of the tuneful rain,
until you arrive with drizzling breeze.
In your pulsating embrace
my heart’s oasis resounds
with the symphony of desire.
As the pristine patina of radiant roses
flushes your crimson cheeks,
rhapsody of longing wraps
the mesmerized meadow of my mind.
The cadence of your intimate heart
pulsates within mine,
I float in the ether of euphoria.
I fly with open wings in your sky,
a storm from nowhere tears me down.
You don’t care for the injured bird,
I hide my pain within me,
clasping the broken heart
within the collapsed wings
I desperately curl with mournful sigh.
My tear drops roll unseen for you
on the trail of melancholy,
where I hear the enchanting echo
of the songs we sang together once.
The tune now resonates like
when doves cry.
“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
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