Her sparkling words seemed strung as gems
Upon a lyric golden chain
Her songs settled soft as fresh falling snow.
Now haunting hearts in huts heard on the heath,
Mourning on moonless nights, warble music
Such as soundless Sharon once sweetly sung.
Day's End
At the day's end in that bit of light
Before slipping into the night
I look out over the land
Watching the birds with their departing planned
Then for a while it's quiet as the smudges of night take over the sky
And with its last breath the day says goodbye
As the birds settle in
Their night songs begin
One to the next in a gentle sweep
A call, a warble, a chirp, or a peep
As they relax into the nights ancient stand
The stars twinkle amid the dapples of a moonlit splendor's brand
Myself safe at home
Ready for my rest after the days roam
Melomania
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Written By:Redamancy Mamihlapinatapai
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Sotto Voce-Col Legno Intro
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Con amore sing with love and affection.
Appassionato sing with deep passion
and intense emotion.
Amoroso sing in a loving, tender way.
Con tenerezza sing with gentle tenderness.
Romanza Romanza
she said for me to sing
a song of love and romance
a song for soothing dance
Oh sing to me
a love themed night
Amoroso: oh sing for me
Auh ooh
Warble and croon
sing with effection
Suonare in modo amorevole e tenero.
Appassionato
auh ooh auh
ooh we auh know
profonda passione ed emozione intensa.
d'amore, Romanza
auh amore auh sing
ah song of passion
oh love for me
sing a song to me
Suonare in uno stile cantabile e fluido.
Suonare con dolcezza e tenerezza.
Un brano musicale lirico, emozionante
espressivo, spesso incentrato
su una storia .Con tenerezza
oh lover for me
sing a love song to me
Say it again, or say nothing
But maybe just little something
Something that must be said
To be replied or fall dead
Birdies repeat their songs
They warble and sing all day long
Other creatures do the same
No matter of their name
Every life tells its tale
It may sound bright, or pale
Same as the light of dawn
Shone before we were born.
crossing an old lake
gulls warble on dazzled coast ~
springtime serenade
Written: July 21, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Wide leafy cradle for the westward air,
The fruit of twilight ripens in stillness.
My soul tugs at a glittering green, bare.
Sighs cover the silky vines of dimness.
It whispers below the gilt repose of dusk's rage,
Brooks warble amid the slow breath of night.
The wind's hammock rattles the soul's cage,
Till hearts unburden what load shows in quiet.
Early morning robin’s tune,
clean warble, tweet, lull,
dawn presage melodic,
on steel gray branch,
orange-tint red breast,
neck and chest pale blue,
proud perch, peak poise,
canny eye squint alert,
a shrewd bird winking,
model smart phone cam,
a mild tremor in hand,
as I point this device,
to capture scenic glory,
I can oft reflect on,
with cluster and clan,
that spellbinding snap,
one recalls on record,
oh oozing charm at,
that rapid fire speed,
now oops where has,
haunting creature fled,
pictures now lodged,
in the back of mind,
my one true solace,
in lieu of botched,
endeavour on film
Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
'Hospital- this Way' is my familiar street sign,
I park my car, then step out onto dew soaked grass.
Cars whiz past, engines roar in unison.
My footsteps echo onto the pavement as I walk.
Brisk walking strides propel me toward my workplace.
Magpies, in the trees warble their morning greeting.
The crisp clear air bites my uncovered fingers.
People pass by, some ignore, others smile,"Morning"
At the traffic lights I wait to cross, Green Man, my turn
More birds fly overhead, destination unknown.
Around the corner, another cross over-
I stop, take in a full breath, exhale,
Marvel at the feeling of just being alive.
I arrive at the hospital my workplace.
Chant,
thrilling musical,
pipe warble croon,
of sluggish rising dawn,
aural
When God whispers, the sky turns blue.
Bright flowers broadcast every hue.
Mauve mountains shade green valleys deep
where dog and boy keep frisky sheep.
Brimming rivers run clear and true.
Forests beckon all creatures who
follow the path of bear and shrew.
Where willows arise tall, but weep
…when God whispers.
Birds relating the miles they flew
keenly warble their points of view
and I within my full heart keep
gratitude for all things I reap
…when God whispers.
In our maniacal world madness cosplay nativity.
When sanctuary is cynical take cyanide outside in
a synchronized social suicide.
Life at your disposal realize life is disposable.
Lacking eye warble, below-zero countertop marble.
Stumble over the five o'clock Hobble.
Humble, Crumpled up macro-cookie crumble.
Spade shovel buried down transient mumble.
Blood musk parfume; false whale entrails.
Innards inward into inferior interior design.
Set fire to the nativity scene, in our maniacal world
It'll still continue in laughing, surround sound loud.
It'll still narcissistically orbit around me.
Outstanding flavour; some forever ever-lasting long.
Ever-after ended up ending fantastic. God dammit.
Gob-smacker, toe tapper, boot-smacker.
Folded laundry lay on the nighttime pavement.
It'll still go.
In the Age of Spin.
It just happen.
No way, It just happen?
It just happen.
It go like it just happen.
It go how it just happen.
What happen?
It just happen.
Morning magpies warble loudly
Sitting in the treetops proudly.
Greet us singing, early sunrise
Warble loudly morning magpies.
Melodies sweet always bringing
Early sunrise, greet us singing.
All synchronised twitter and tweet
Always bringing melodies sweet
When together they’re harmonised
Twitter and tweet all synchronised.
Clear sunshine or rainy weather
They're harmonised when together
These magpies I am glad their mine
Rainy weather or clear sunshine.
Around, always habitual
I never miss their ritual.
Creatures chirrup, chirp and tweet
Or warble in their way,
All so that in case they meet,
They’ll know just what to say.
It’s kind of like a human text
Or email or a call,
Preparing what to talk of next
If they connect at all.
Or maybe all this reaching out
Is just to hear expressed
The sounds that show what we’re about
To set our minds at rest.
Spring Hiku 12
wrens warble on trees
river r a
m b le
s
to the sea
of i n f i n I t y.
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