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The Lonesome Whippoorwill-Country and Western Music Video Collab with Michael Tor - POTD

POTD 24TH April 2025


In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit the video. 

“The Lonesome Whippoorwill” is a heart-stirring ballad of

The Lonesome Whippoorwill Cries Out To His Long Lost Love

In the darkness of the night, 
with the beautiful stars above.
There's a lonesome Whippoorwill. 
Calling out for his Dear love.

Crooning songs he sadly sings.
Wishing she comes back to him.

Memories of her by his side.
Pained his heart way deep inside.

Each night he wonders why?
She doesn't answer or replies!

Minutes turned into hours, 
there's no response! 
"Oh please

Whippoorwill

Whippoorwill

Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night,
Luring me deeper into the dense wood;
Upon hearing me, its body takes flight.

I continue forward, tinged with fright
If I could catch up I surely would.
Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night.

Ahead I glimpse the bird, and though it is slight,
I forge ahead in my cloak and my hood.
Upon hearing

Whippoorwill

The whippoorwill sings softly to me
From darkness of night, the bird I can’t see
Singing goodnight daily, from trees to sky
It has clearly made its home nearby

Peacefully it calls to me and rests my heart
I close my eyes to its song, until we part
The restful melody concludes my day
So, perfectly as I listen, I’ve nothing more

Still, For the Sake of a Whippoorwill

In the dappled hour between day and twilight,
                       surged the call of a Nightjar in flight,
                 

The Song Cry of the Whippoorwill

The song of the Wippoorwill 
cries to the sky above.
Lonely was he, looking for his 
long lost love.

 Lovely sounds that resonate.
Wishing for his long lost mate.

Each night he wonders why?
His calls, unanswered with
no reply.

Oh where my love are you
tonight?
I'm calling, calling till morning
light.

His little heart cant take much 
more.
It is she, that he adores.

Evenings

Whippoorwill

There is no greater mystery to me than the whippoorwill
He stops at my home each April and September - never late -
On his way to North or South to who - knows - where and who - knows - why
But as regular as clockwork in his search to find a mate

I know he's there because

Whippoorwill Jumping Jack

Whippoorwill jumping jack
Putting daisies pretty
A lonesome road
A one-eyed toad
Painting butterfly city.

Monkey magic is tack.
Bright moonbeam sorely gone.
Upside down me.
Where is your fee?
Whippoorwill jumping fawn.

Whippoorwill

Whippoorwill sings out
Its enchanting siren song
In the dead of night


Bird themed haiku Poetry Contest/Winner(8th Place)
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 
Date written and posted: 07/25/2018

Whippoorwill

grass on the graves
the whippoorwill
far away

published The Heron’s Nest # 9: Sept 2003

Sound of a Whippoorwill

Sound of a Whippoorwill

Dust dusk and dark always seems so still
Except for single sound from a whippoorwill
And bull frog beginning his croaking sound
Maybe you might even hear a hound dog.

Lightening bug's bright light began to flicker
Faster and faster and quicker and quicker
My eyes started settling in back of my head
So pretty soon surely will go

The Whippoorwill

In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries 
As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky 

Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen
Is searching for woodland insects to glean 

Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!  The nightjar trills
As it glowers and swoops down for the kill 

Insects traversing the forest take heed
For the mottled bird has tremendous speed

It nests

Dying Next To a Whippoorwill

As he lay waiting, Madeline sat to take his hand in hers

contrition caught hold, their eyes , a brief moment

to once strong hands gone feeble and disfigured

" I do not know when or where  it is, we'll catch up again, Madeline "

his listless voice hissed out of him like air from a balloon.

" Oh

A Mockingbird and a Whippoorwill

A Mockingbird
Outside My Window Sill
Said "Come Play With Me
if You Will

The Day Is Free
The Day Is Fair
So Come Play With Me
if You Dare" ...

Its Tune Was Catchy
Its Song Was Sweet
It Wasn't The Usual
Tweet  - d -  Tweet

So I Ventured Out
To The Mockingbird
But It Was Wayward
To Its Words

Now It Sat Drinking
On The Curb
With A

Cry of the Whippoorwill

The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning
Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed
The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining
As I hear the last cry of a whippoorwill and wonder what it said

The nighttime creatures have found their place for sleeping
In their burrows and on highest

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