The Hummingbird
He hovers above the delicate flowers,
His wings can vibrate with exceptional powers,
And with his long beak, draws out nectar sweet,
Making him the world's best selector petite.
The hummingbird sends out a rhythmic hum.
Whilst enjoying his feast on the delphinium.
His wonderful plumage, iridescent and fine,
Sparkles multicoloured in the balmy sunshine.
With absolute purpose, he's impressive and bold,
The smallest of birds, yet a delight to behold.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Banana Heart
Banana's heart,
Hummingbird's part,
Yellow flowers.
Pulling powers,
Hummingbird suck,
With any luck.
The nectar sweet,
What a treat!
Flower Queen
The Flower Queen makes haste,
The Unicorn gives chase,
The Hummingbird abuzz,
Collecting nectar and fuss.
Her wedding day draws near,
She stays calm, feels no fear.
The nectar for the feast,
She prays for wedded bliss.
What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon?
What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon
fully formed
and clingling
to a vanilla plant
its wet body slowly opening
in the heat of the flower garden?
And has anyone noticed
that birds as they depart
their flapping sounds
almost like a paper bag being opened?
The hummingbird clearly, though,
sounds like a hum
whose tiny wings
pressed together at 25 beats per second
is blessed by being the only bird to be able to fly backwards
and one that could be
the smallest fan in the world
The humidity of the weather
evaporates the head notes of her perfume
leaving the heart note to open next
she considers all this
including the world's smallest fan
and believes that if it hovered around her neckline
close to her
the strange bird would have wings
cooling to her
and misty to the bird
as it paddled the air
and was covered so slightly
in the scent of Japanese Eau de Parfum
not to mention
vanilla
poem by Eli Spivakovsky
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Hummingbird
Tiny hummingbird sips each bloom;
So busy… no moment to spare.
The force of each hurried zoom
Brings more nectar to its lair.
Miraculous flaps by miniscule wings
Hold it motionless in the air
As it suckles nature's sweet things
Then moves on in a dance so rare.
This magic bird enlivens flowers
As it dines it demands more than a stare.
Take time out to study its powers.
Do something worthwhile if you dare.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Hummingbird, I Am A..
Perch atop a windmill kick,
You jovial hummingbird.
Hummingbird dance,
Hummingbird fly.
Hummingbird prance,
Hummingbird pry.
Hummingbird swift as a gruesome lance,
Hummingbird quipped like a dirty lie.
Hummingbird, give me a chance,
Hummingbird, you are a reason to vie.
Guffaw below the Sunlight’s trick.
You dismal hummingbird.
Hummingbird advance,
Hummingbird cry
Hummingbird of chance,
Hummingbird, die.
Hummingbird agile, like a brown, lucid avalanche.
Hummingbird drips like a resilient murky tributary.
Hummingbird, spare me an incendiary prose.
Hummingbird, care to give me a limerick? A rose?
Hummingbird, I will introduce myself
I’ve arrived without a moniker
Nor a sobriquet for you to call me
Only think of me – I plead
As a hummingbird-maniac.
A hummingbird fanatic.
And I have come
To get you.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Hummingbird
Theres a yellow flower by your bed
Sadly droopin its perfumed head
So you wont smell it, I know what youll miss
And theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh theres a hummingbird singing.
There is the hat you made, the clothes you wore
Lying down on the cold, dirty floor.
The colors are fading, theyll never shine again.
And theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh theres a hummingbird singing.
Now the road is turning gray,
Theres a shadow where you once lay.
Theyll find it tomorrow, and think you went alone.
But theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Ah theres a hummingbird crying.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Every Butterfly Gets Her Wings
when i grow up i want to be a hummingbird
that way every butterfly may get her wings
let me quaff from the sweetest flowers
and when she strokes her wings let the world feel her power
both perpetually in perfect harmony
sharing the same vulnerability
confronting the same reality
let my vigor bring the sun forth
and may she accompany all eternal souls
may we forever dance in the wind
i the hummingbird and her the butterfly that got her wings
poem by Raymond Valadez
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Hummingbird (Live)
Once upon most every morning
I woke up to her flying there
Hummingbird was making blows of
Blowing rings of purple in the air
All the while
I was trying to keep her there
Now Im man enough to leave
Man enough to always care
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Thats all I heard
Thats my hummingbird
Just because I said I didnt want her
Doesnt mean I want her to go
In fact, I quite depended on her
But that I didnt want her to know
Now thats shes gone I know
All the while
I was trying to keep her there, ya
Now man enough to leave
Man enough to always care
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Thats all I heard
Thats my Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Is it too late
Too late, hummingbird?
song performed by by John Mayer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nectar Sweet
My humming bird heart
beats for you
faster still with you in sight;
but you my flower
elude me.
I flutter
mid-air in flight
above other flowers
but no nectar drips from my beak's visit;
no matter how far I plunge
toward some flower's-center
it's not yours, and I retreat.
I pause,
flutter away
without that sweet juice of yours
I crave.
Possessing it is my Obsessions' Obsession.
Nothing deters my eye
from my flower-mission;
neither cat
nor rival bird
challenge me
when they espy my determined ire,
as I put my sharpened beak on display,
exhibiting to them my humming bird speed
and my reckless need.
No, they shrink
away
with second thoughts
and leave me to my nectar quest.
Some flowers are beautiful,
but none so beautiful as yours;
this is set in me for all time-
even if I,
nectarless,
become weak and falter-
no longer able to fly
and plunge spiraling to the ground;
I will have you my sweet
or no nectar at all.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Beautiful Birds Of Peace
How Beautiful of birds
of the air,
seeing their awesome
wonderful flair.
So quiet it would be
without their sound
watching them as they
fly all around.
Sweet harmony do they make.
A lonesome world this would be,
for no birds making flight
these wonderful creatures I see.
Beautiful birds of nature
wonderful sounds to my ear
touching me with wonder,
so gentle with serenity
and so dear.
wrote 4-28-07
Nature Is Bountiful
Nature is whispering
Light winds over the hills and dales
And is spreading its sunshine
Over beautiful vales
For nature is bountiful
With its glory and shine
And wonderful colors
Of rainbow hue fine
For nature is the art of gracious God
Who spreads his bliss for all
In the form of beautiful flowers and clouds
All trees and brooks and rainbow small
For God sends for us autumn and spring
With their beauty, grace and delight
Where birds dance and joyously sing
To make it a beautiful and a priceless sight
For nature is bountiful
And inspires us to live
In its astonishing beauty
That is present and alive
So let the peace of God Almighty flow
Through calm waves or sunshine hue
And listen carefully to the whispering wind
That nature is spreading like a morning dew.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Hummingbird
Hummingbird! keep on humming your wings,
With lavender feathered wings hover in wind.
Nectar of sweet petals sweeten your hymn,
Just in half syllables, is your chirping chime.
On a tree near brook, sitting in the serenity
You sigh for your mate, one who is celebrity.
You see his show of swoop before resonating
affirmation of acceptance for your mating.
Our contract is for this spring and not forever
I know little creature this is what you whisper.
In architected nest two pretty pearls are laid;
In three months, have to become hummingbird.
Mate of mankind, you are the love teacher.
Perhaps they gave idea of the helicopter.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Hummingbird
Kite-wings
Against the gust
A dandelion-chance
In the sky of lust
Scintillating whispers
Of charming grace
Siege and cipher
Infinitesimal daze
Pollens adrift
Your compass
Nectar-beak
Abide the weather
Of your fleet
And the colors
Prancing through
The metallic veneer
Of your feather's
Lulling hymns,
Hummingbird.
poem by Norman Santos
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Beak Kind To Birds!
Beak kind to birds both near and far,
Both high and low as well...
To me, each bird's a superstar!
In fact, to me, they're swell!
Beak kind to birds and show you care
With titbits now and then...
And watch with wonder as they share
Their breakfast once again!
Beak kind and keep your cats at bay...
Else feeding birds take flight!
It's nicer seeing birds at play
Than watching them take fright!
Beak kind to birds, give them their space
So they may co-exist...
For none on Earth can take their place,
So they'd be sorely missed!
Beak kind to birds, they'll flock to you -
They're all our feathered friends!
It doesn't matter, black or blue...
Beak kind - 'cos it makes sense!
poem by Denis Martindale (2003)
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Behold
Like morning's first light,
like the stars in the night
my love is a sight
to behold.
Like the heat of the sun,
like the rivers that run
My love is the one
I behold.
Like a delicate wine,
like crystal so fine
I'm glad you are mine
to behold.
Like your smile of delight,
like you looked in bridal white
you still are my sight
to behold.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Wonderful World
(d. fletcher / m. flett)
This is a wonderful day
Its as bright as a days ever been
There is a big yellow sun looking down
On a wonderful scene
Up in the blue sky birds fly
And sing our cares away
And out of each throat each note
Greets a wonderful day
There is the sound of a symphony
Carried along on the breeze
Even the flowers are swaying in time
With the leaves on the trees
Heaven is found right here on the earth
It surrounds us in the wonderful things all around
In this wonderful wonderful
Wonderful wonderful world
This is a wonderful day
Its as bright as a days ever been
There is a big yellow sun looking down
On a wonderful scene
Heaven is found right here on the earth
It surrounds us in the wonderful things all around
In this wonderful wonderful
Wonderful wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sunshine On Cloudy Days
for my friends,
Without you,
Days seems so dark and gloomy
Seeing not the beauty, but life's reality
The thick clouds covering the sun
Forbidding the wandering sunshine to have fun.
I just wonder
Will there be sunshine on a cloudy day?
And make the birds and butterflies fly around to play.
Will there be rainbow after the rain?
Just like a smile after the pain.
Until you came
The clouds break out, letting the sunshine in
To touch the flowers and shines on him.
Melting the snow and let violets sprouts again
And let the shadow of love comes out from the rain.
Friends,
Are like shadows in the dusk
A soft breeze when the day is withering fast
They are like sunshine in the early dawn
Making one's heart smile with joy, not with a frown
A sun that shines and sparkles in the river
Painting their faces in the clear sleeping water.
Friends, thank you for being my sunshine
making my life threading on the line.
_maia_
08Jul09
12: 05pm
poem by Maia Padua
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Universal Love
We all want
that universal love
so big, so vast.
And we all want it
to go on forever,
to last and last.
And we are all
looking here and there
the future, our past.
But it seems that
it is to never be
in the sky or the sea
Love flies free
as a hummingbird...
hovers for a moment
taking our nectar
and then flees.
poem by Midnights Voice
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In Operation
Soldiers are in operation, all-through,
Like a war so bound to disbelieve in wars.
Unmistakable are the immaculate generals
To thinkers and to philosophers and guests.
Agree to them whilst your stay on this world
Is conquering the animals and workmen.
The figure is an impressive poison for the purpose
Of war and battles raging in History.
Bless the serenity, the absolute creation of will-power,
Blessing us as well, forming collisions
And afterwards there are mountains to climb.
Drifting is a soldier, drifting is a war
So conquering you, and the whole light of the world.
poem by Naveed Akram
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On Hearing And Seeing A Goldfinch
The last day of October a balmy day of Spring
And on highest branch of a blackwood tree a sunlit goldfinch sing
His twittering notes unmistakeable so pleasant for to hear
One of the smaller songsters of the Springtime of the year.
With red around beak and of grey, brown and fawn and gold
A sunlit goldfinch in song is quite lovely to behold
You do not need to see him you know him by his song
One whose voice is familiar and you never can get wrong.
In a cup shaped nest of rootlets lined with down, lichen and bits of hay
Four to seven bluish white eggs the female bird she lay
Her mate he does the singing whilst she hatches her eggs to life
One cannot say about her that she is not a good wife.
The last day of October 'tis so breezy and bright
And a goldfinch is singing in the warm sunlight
Butterflies flit around the flower beds and the dark brown honey bees
Are buzzing whilst gathering nectar from the blossoming bushes and trees.
poem by Francis Duggan
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