Bustle of Thick Traffic
To no one in particular,
Did I say hello to this morning.
And I heard the birds chirping,
Above the rush and bustle of thick traffic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abstraction Fo The Word Chirp....
i hear birds chirping
early morning
on those trees
clouds arrive, light
spreads,
green becomes too green
in the fields of
life,
i hear birds chirping
sweet to my ear
i give it priority
abstract. delet morning
move out clouds from the picture
double click green fields
focus on life
delet birds
add volume to chirping
it is all chirping now
just chirping
chirping chirping
the essence of chirp.
i have abstracted it from
everything else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting.
quote by Robert Benchley
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Tweet
He fell from the mango tree nearby
In the nest where three others lay
After the rain, their chirping cry
I heard in the morning at break of day.
A few days old they must have been
Eyes still shut, and such tiny wings
Scarcely with feathers on their skin
But they had a strong will to go on living!
I took the nest and kept it inside
Quite safe in a handy fruit basket
From my cats, the birds I tried to hide
As they heard the noisy chirping racket.
Two of the chicks failed to survive
The rains made them wet in the night
But the other two I had kept alive
Named him 'Tweet' and his brother 'Knight'.
We fed them bread crumbs in a toothpick
The chicks ate the meals, all was alright
But Knight was a bully and not so meek
Renamed him 'Joker' - oh what a sight.
Joker would pound on his brother Tweet
So I had to keep them apart
Everyday their chirping would greet
Good morning to me with all their heart.
Tweet was the only one that remained
For birds do get colds and die
He taught me lessons I had gained
Animals care, without tears they cry.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Industrialization
an early morning treat
to the chirping sounds of the birds
the engines arrive in the form of the bus
the tractors and the caterpillars
the birds fly away carrying their songs
the chirping sounds fade
the buzz of the day is in the machine
paving, drilling, cementing, screaming.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Early Morning.....
this is what happened
that morning all i heard was the sound of chirping birds
haggling for a home upon those crown of trees
luscious leaves firm branches
tarring twigs
it might be an illusion since when the morning light came in profusion
upon those grounds
there is nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Set them free..They will multiply..
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time,
colorful birds to colored birds,
chirping birds to singing birds,
flying birds to walking birds,
cunning birds to love birds,
Watching birds is just a lesson,
making mind to have a vision.
collect the twigs to make the nest,
one by one, they think the best,
choose the right tree,
just high and free,
Making the nest perfect,
without any single defect,
The birds toil together or alone,
all day long until it is done.
I bought two love birds,
that were kept in a cage.
Hung the cage under the balcony,
above the reach of dogs not felony.
chirping disturbed their sleep,
Nikko, the dog set them free.
Only two flew away,
but I have a few dozens now,
making their nests,
right in front of me, on the trees.
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Walk In Nature
A walk in Nature never boring in Nature great beauty to see
The wild birds are chirping and singing on fence wire and bush and on tree
Away from the street and the traffic from human made pollution and noise
Above the gray scrub by the river the skylark he sings as he flies.
The poets have been inspired by Nature and of her great beauty they sing
The swallows return to their Homeplace when they sense the coming of Spring
And the artists they paint Nature's beauty the woodlands in their Autumn brown
And one can see the beauty of Nature even in the park of your town.
My stay on this Planet a brief stay but Mother Nature will live on
And the birds will be heard in the woodlands when I am forgotten and gone
Our lives they are not that important for our lives they are numbered in hours
But Mother Nature is forever and she outlives her beautiful flowers.
A walk in Nature never boring though she hides her secrets from me
Her birds always chirping and singing on hedge and on bush and on tree
My stay on this Planet a brief stay our average span ten years with three score
But Mother Nature is not for the reaper and she will live forever more
poem by Francis Duggan
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Early Morning Symphony
silence is a
blank sheet of paper
the notes come from
the birds
this early morning
i hear the most beautiful
song, a choir of birds
chirping, winds gently
blowing, hushes from
leaves, drums from my
footsteps, beatings of
my heart
whistles from my soul.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its Morning
Its morning
Sun rising
Moon hiding
Birds chirping
Flowers blooming
Eyes opening
Many waking
Many sleeping
Dew on the leaves
Evaporating
Bees humming
Church bell ringing
Silence going
Noise increasing
Life keeps moving
Like ever before
Night or morning
Same story again
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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My Dream Regarding The Two Beautiful Birds
i
how do you get to
hit two beautiful birds
with a single
stone?
ii
or how to make these two
beautiful birds to get to stay
beside my window sill?
iii
how do i make these two beautiful birds
happier?
shall i make a bird house on a tree
beside my house
and give them grains every morning of the day?
iv
how do i make this dream about two beautiful birds
into a reality? they keep on chirping inside my mind
wanting to be given the realistic form of wings
like some eyebrows
wings flapping just above my eyes
the mountains my cheeks
my mind the skies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seasons Come And Seasons Go
Summer winds.
Soon they will be gone,
And
Fall begins.
And it wont be long,
Before
Winter ends.
And the chirping of the birds singing
In the Spring,
Will be heard
Once again.
Summer winds.
Soon they will be gone,
And.
Fall begins.
And it wont be long,
Before.
Winter ends.
And the chirping of the birds singing.
In the Spring,
Will be heard.
Once again.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more,
As one grows old.
Summer winds.
Soon they will be gone,
And.
Fall begins.
And it wont be long,
Before.
Winter ends.
And the chirping of the birds singing
In the Spring,
Will be heard.
Once again.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more.
As one grows old.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more.
As one grows old.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Appreciated more.
As one grows old.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On That Sunny Golden Morning (Flying Bird Sonnet)
On that sunny golden early morning
while the beautiful flowers of the spring
were opening and were suddenly flowering
closer to each other they were moving
in the field, under the sky in the hay
intimately did with each other play
to each other they were really hooked
while the day had a somewhat bright outlook
and from each other they looked away
early on a sunny glorious day.
While little birds were nearby chirping
they heard an enchanting small cuckoo sing
their intimate affections were stirring
content and spent the day was a blessing
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hot This Opera
Unfold slowly...
The block,
That's got you moody tuned.
Deep from depths to leap.
As if the sipping of chablis completes.
To ease and soothe,
An increasing that is released.
Feel a mellow grow.
Combine flute and soft cellos.
Vibrato vocals lift to sing.
Altos, tenors...
Mezzo-ling.
To ooze lyrics accentuated.
Without that hip-hop 'thing'.
For some may irritate...
To satisfy a purpose baited.
But...
That's not opera!
Bravah dah dah...
Bravah dee.
Doo abba dah bah,
Bravah dee.
With strings crescendo-ed,
Lilting oboes floating.
Crisp notes heard,
As if birds are chirping.
And...
Nonstop on ears to drop.
Hot this opera.
Bravah dah dah...
Bravah dee.
Doo abba dah bah,
Bravah dee.
With strings crescendo-ed,
Lilting oboes floating.
Crisp notes heard,
As if birds are chirping.
And...
Nonstop on ears to drop.
Hot this opera.
Hot,
This opera.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My first love
Chirping birds
Trembling leaves
In the middle of the darkness
Yearning for something
Warm breeze of summer
And rush of the sea
A shiver inside
This love still existent
After so many years
An intense chemistry
And psychic emotion
A pure illuminated state of mind
And a real enlightenment
Of our souls
Only with you.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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In the Middle of a Crowd
Today I was in the middle of a crowd and that when I heard her. Her sweet voice filtered out all the cell phones with the different ringtones. All the voices of the people from a businessman making a million dollar deal to a toddler having a tantrum because his mom won't buy him a juice-box. Her voice even may the barking dogs bark mute and the birds chirping song silent and her voice was the only one my ears heard. In the middle of a crowd is where I wrote this poem because the lady's voice I heard was poetry.
Kolkata
A nice foggy weather
In this exciting winter morning
I am sitting in a bus
Waiting to reach my school
Thinking about some experiences in the past
When suddenly I notice my beautiful city
Through the only window open in the bus
I see the heavy traffic jam
New trams that have been renovated
The buildings that are on a verge of falling down
Men are walking barefooted
Birds are chirping
Students are studying in their vehicles.
Everybody is heading towards work
Cars are being filled with petroleum
Washer men are washing clothes
A group of women are gossiping
All the scenes will never end-
As they are of my amazing city
But now I have to end
As I have almost reached.
I know my city has been developing
And I will never let each individual's thought end
I will make a step forward
And work for my city
As I have been influenced enough
And I realize the worth of it
I know I love my city a lot
And I have learnt to value it.
poem by Minu Jaiswal
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Only with you
Chirping birds
Trembling leaves
In the middle of the night
Yearning for something
Warm breeze of summer
And rush of the sea
A shiver inside of my soul
This love existent
An intense chemistry
And physical emotion
Just happening
Happening with you
Only with you.
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Winter
winter is on its peak
sun doing sneak peak
cool breeze sway swish rush
with fast moving gush
rain drops struck the ground
with a low ticking sound
the chirping birds once gay
are now in their perch looking far astray
the season of mirth delight
is still far out of sight
sadness sorrow all around
to them is this weather bound
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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Interesting
Early Morning…
Birds are chirping
Children are
Sleeping…
Hubby is
Snoring!
I find -
Life is boring!
To spice up
I splash out
Some poems.
Life becomes
Suddenly -
So interesting!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A New Day Dawning
aaa new day dawning
i wake up in the morning to see the
beginning of a new day dawning
some days are bright while others are dull
but regardless of the weather
i thank god for such a sight
the daylight penetrates the darkness
and soon it will be light
birds begin chirping in a nearby tree
while others are soring over the sea
while looking at the morning sky
i see the sun penetrating the fog and dew
a duck quakes in the cove
i see the fog lifting off the water
and the water begins to ripple from the morning
breeze
i am content and thank god for giving me the
pleasure of seeing a new day dawning
author hewitt hardy april 5 2004
poem by Hewitt Hardy
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