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The Skylark - Alouette

Watch the birds in flight
As they soar from sight
Over verdant canopies,
With their nests below
Tiny feathers grow
On their fledglings in the trees.

Hungry mouths to feed
With the gathered seed
Found upon the dewy sod,
Which the skylark brings.
Afterward she sings
Her sweet gift of song to God.

© Connie Marcum Wong

 For Dr. Ram’s
‘The Alouette Contest’

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Haiku Calendar

Haiku Calendar 

snow and more snow falls 
cold wind and more cold wind blows 
all branches are bare 

starving and weak birds 
a chill grips before sunrise 
fall from bare branches 

warm afternoon wind 
thin morning ice melts on pond 
a song bird is heard 

poppies hide in grass 
drink from early morning showers 
bees drink from open buds 

warm ruffles new weeds 
clover covers budding ground 
crickets find their song 

hawk hunts small rabbit 
green hedges give good cover 
blood drips on clover 

sun waves off dark soil 
flowers grow only in shade 
bees hive drips sweet wax 

in shade cow chews cud 
waits for dark to find water 
sleeps on top of mound 

east winds pull cool rain 
quinces bright hill flowers thirst 
streams roar then fall quite 

squirrel hides acorn 
digs hole at foot of oak tree 
barks at gray wet sky 

leaf fall from elm tree 
vacant bird nest are exposed 
geese sound over head 

deer move over trail 
fawns loose baby spots and jump 
graze on holly leafs  

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Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.

Details | Pantoum | |

Give me a Break

This pen now wants some rest, this mind is now tired a lot, like a mute bird in its nest no more song now,no more thoughts. This mind is now tired a lot, though the moon is in the sky no more song now,no more thoughts, no more words now,don't ask me why. Though the moon is in the sky, your eyes still so blue and deep, no more words now,don't ask me why give me a break now,let me sleep. Your eyes still so blue and deep; like a mute bird in its nest give me a break now,let me sleep, this pen now wants some rest. ©kash poet (kashinath karmakar) ***************************** Placement:2nd; January 2013 Contest:One to One (all monosyllable words) Sponsor:David Williams ============000============ PANTOUM--A rare form of poetry similar to a villanelle. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. ================000==============

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The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes

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Sounds of Three Visitors to My Garden

Early morning, the trill 
with a buzz, is weighted toward the beak,
tail twitching, side to side, 
underside barred: my friendly wren.

The click in the heavy heat of summer
the bright flame on winter day or hidden in shade
the silent rustle, the graying double, 
steady chew, chew, chew, encouraging tweets:
my pair of nesting cardinals.

Nightfall, the flump, flump of wings plop down,
or rise up to say who, who: mourning dove's lament
songs by which to sleep and dream.

Details | Sonnet | |

Bird Songs

Listen when you awake at crack of dawn
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing

How very dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness

So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet  mellifluous  songs prolongs

Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey

Details | Epic | |

Song Bird

Song bird, Song Bird

take leave of flight,

Sweet new morning,

Serenade in the light...

Herald, in this bright sunlight... 

this song you sing
harmonise mornings first light...

Song bird, Song bird

you are the sky within... heart receives your delicate notes,

like trinkets on gentle breeze...

Song bird, Song bird

take leave of flight,

You nurture our nature,

Song bird, Song bird,

Your morning awaits,

Song bird, Song bird,

You are the sky within...


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true

Details | Ode | |


The juggler moves his fingers fast, 
he likes to smile and to deceive, 
when people laugh at his recast, 
his goal's higher things to achieve, 
for Bathsheba applauds and laughs.

Her hands she claps with sullen glee, 
changed him to a marionette, 
that sprawls for her obediently, 
       jinxed tragicomical duette, 
       he jumps defeating gravity.

The juggler walks on tightened rope, 
St. Bernard will protect his act, 
frail equilibrium's postponed, 
he'll pass across, crows' croaks detract, 
agleam granite pavement's below.

Unmoved he laid, (lost souls misgive) , 
the juggler sprawled did not bemoan, 
the sawbones's charlatan and thief, 
as Bathsheba failed to dethrone, 
the clown's tangential unknown grief.

( Iambic tetrameter form.)

Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

My Little Bird

I heard my little bird singing the breeze,
I heard her singing on a breath of air,
The air that slowly moves through forest trees,
The old, oak trees where initials declare,
Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze.

Old memories recalled again today,
Another day, another time, we knew,
I knew that bird song would echo my way,
The way a joyful song reminds of you,
The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay.

In memory of my little bird, Tash

RIP sweetheart!


Form: Sicilian Quintains

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Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the 
Glorious splendour of birdsong


Details | Rhyme | |


The Song Sparrow
and the Yellow Warbler
were best friends unlikely the others; 
one was older, the other younger
and both awaited tomorrow...
hoping it would bring lots of sun rays!

Learning from each other
was a true challenge,
they had a different voice range:
one high, one low;
and they tried to work it out...
listening as notes entered the festive air
from a branch of a willow,
but kids wouldn't admit they were smart! 

After two long months of practice,
they have announced their release;    
I guess birds are similar to us 
and sing with their true hearts!
Don't they deserve a great price
for having a hit on the charts?

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The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long

Details | Light Poetry | |

Swan Song

She was the frog
I was the swan
She was the beauty
I, drowned in the pond

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morning arrives

song breaks the stillness
calling the sun from slumber
dawn chorus begins

Details | Ballade | |

Oh Love Bird

Oh! Love bird, don't fly away.
Spread your wings, and come my way.
Fly high, don't ever cry.
You will see.You'll soon be mine.

Oh! Love bird, don't leave my side.
Stay with me through out the night.

Oh! Love bird, next to me.
Love bird that's where you'll be.
Whistling a melody.
With me along, a symphony.

Oh! Love bird, don't be shy.
With me along, you'll never cry.
Soaring through out the sky.
Oh! Love bird, I'm by your side.

Oh! Love bird, don't sail away.
There will be another day.
For you and me to live our lives.
We'll sail across, the deep blue skies.

Oh! Love bird, don't fly away.
Oh! Love bird, why don't you stay? 

Love Bird Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

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Sky Lark

sky lark bringing joy
as you serenade with song
trilling notes soaring

for such a plain bird
you change into beauty
as you sing your tunes

you uplift spirits
when you appear foretelling spring
with your golden tones

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Bird Call

       Bird Call

Changed sun, day song flies

Nightingale, leaf, storm forward 

Fall silent to noise

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A song

Linked Verse ~

Spellbinding moon glow
Luster of radiance shines
Capturing shadows

Capturing shadows
Tree limbs vibration settles
As the wind blows through

As the wind blows through
Chimes jingle along the porch
Creating a tune

Creating a tune
Birdsong welcomes the morning
With tender crooning

With tender crooning
Harmony adjusts the air
Whistling fragrant bliss

July 23, 2014
©2014 by Regina Riddle

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Songbird sing to me
Your sound soothes my very soul
It’s the sound of peace
The calmness overwhelms me
Sing… sing and don’t ever stop

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Spring Harmony

With every coming of spring, it is such a wonderful thing. I hear a chorus of bird song in the morning. Oh how sweet they sing! The rising sun is what I see. Our feathered friends are sounding off in harmony. They seem to be calling to me as they perch themselves up in each tree. inspired by another member's poem

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Happiness lies in the simple things -

hearing birdsong when one awakens 
in the early morning
observing the morning sun
creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky

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Ode to a Canary

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.

Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing

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A letter for you(2)

You must be patient. Look the world and don’t say anything
look at you :The language is source of misunderstanding;
And your rebel golden hair is waving through  
I love the round of the wind in the maze.
I love the sound of the breeze, while I gaze
A playtful bird in a the sky an other bird whom run 
-Karen calls this ,challenge, the moments of sun…
Impressing dress, swinging long dress lovely waving so green…
I’ll wait for you in the same blessed unforgettable rhyme
Happiness always tip-toes and suddenly brings 
Not only words of optimism, but certain things
Ready to fly with us above the Fallen Crest 
Brave Caryl, the most verses usually unwritten rest
Outside the entrance with many mirrors and wonders.
I’m trying to reply with verses to wonderful senders:
I don’t know why your names as fresh as a daisy                                               
Sound me so familiar that they make me so crazy
From my monastery called tomorrow, covered by light’s dust
Michael ,you wake up a dream whose echoing like rain 
In my heart's joyous exile, has broken that  chain:
Rapping, tapping, slowly entered my prayer
Taking part to the  River Prayer, my  dear;
With the inner song and the feelings of our High Church.
I am the happy lark who meets you, old pelerine Mark
From swirled clouds ,the splendid lasting mark
Is hold in frozen seasons and forests dark?
As secret flame of love of life ,of kiss  Of Mark 
I stayed a lot and meditated in a hot milk afternoon:
Sue’s  dunes like shapes of acratered 
moon .                                                                       

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Summer Therapy - The Skylark

Song soars, dawn of day,
O’er fields gold with hay,
Sudden rising melody.
Stirring balmy air,
Heavenly fanfare,
Giving summer therapy.

Lyrical bouquet,
Birdsong ricochets,
A soulful “blues” remedy.
Skylark, debonair,
Above our earth, fair,
Create joyful fantasy.

July 15, 2014

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Prince of sweet songs


"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of  François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)

The prince showed up in the terrace

Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star

The prince called his lyricist and a hangman

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Mockingbird Sings Again

The Mocking-Bird

He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest notes; 
An’ music jest come on the run 
From all their purty throats!

But still that bird was silent 
In summer time an’ fall; 
He jest set still an’ listened, 
An’ he would n’t sing at all!

But one night when them songsters 
Was tired out an’ still, 
An’ the wind sighed down the valley 
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;

When the stars was all a-tremble 
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue, 
An’ the daisy in the darkness 
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,— 

There come a sound o’ melody 
No mortal ever heard, 
An’ all the birds seemed singin’ 
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!

Then the other birds went Mayin’ 
In a land too fur to call; 
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’ 
When one bird could sing fer all! 

 by : Frank Lebby Stanton

Mockingbird Sings Again          -- My answer and tribute!

So sweet were those purty notes 
hitting the misery we totes'
floatin' upon nite's sweet airs
vanishing our worries and cares

The other birds went their way
to other lands so very far away
the mockerbird chose to sing on
with all their beautiful songs

With each and every rendition
making beautiful the condition
increasing the beauty of song
singing the day and nite long

Soon the world heard this sound
moon and stars beamed on down
other birds flocked back around
song notes joined sky and ground

Now a melody stirs man's heart
divine poetic notes from start
from a bird singin' and pleasin'
gifted us for a joyful reason!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2014

Thank you Peter. Your poem and tribute to Frank L. Stanton's magnificent 
poem (Jest A-Wearyin' Fer You by Frank Lebby Stanton )steeled my resolve to 
man up and tackle this which I had previously so feared to do. FACE YOUR 
FEAR, MY DAD ALWAYS SAID. I sat down,  asked my Muse for her help
and this popped out....

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The Bird Song

   The Bird Song   

Icy fingers from the lake
tenderly caress the dew.
Foggy digits turn to vapor 
when the sun comes into view.

Sunlight bursts into the meadow.
Birds sing the song of a new day.
A family of deer finishing up breakfast.
I watch as the fawn begin to play.

Staring at the splendor of nature I'm humbled
by the magnificent day the Lord has made.
I'm reminded of a game of hide n seek as I watch
the sun playfully find the hiding shade.

The trees changing colors tell the season.
As the warmth of summer gives in to the fall.
Time rolling on in sweet harmony.
The bird song a testimony to it all.

As a visitor to this glorious moment 
I must give the Lord praise,glory,and fame.
After a fleeting look back at the meadow
I shall go back from whence I came.

Details | Didactic | |

Tell the Stories

Zora Neal saw that Their Eyes Were Watching God, when
Toni Morrison heard The Song of Solomon, and
James Baldwin Told It on the Mountain, while
W.E.B. DuBois embraced The Souls of Black Folks
Richard Wright was a Black Boy, that’s why
Dr. Maya Angelo Knew Why the Caged Bird Sang
Iyana Vanzant found Peace With in Pieces, when
Lorraine Hansberry ate a Raisin in the Sun, while
Terry McMillian was Waiting to Exhale

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Keep on singing, bird
I cannot see you
as I sit enclosed 
by the four walls of my room
But I do not need to see you 
with my eyes
Your song goes to the centre
of my being
making me ever aware of 
the kinship of my spirit
with yours
I do not hear you anymore
Perhaps you have flown away
but the vibrations 
that your song has set up
within my soul
will go on 
like the never-ending waves
of the ocean
Thank you, bird

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The Personal Muse

an allouette

Bless you, my Kralyks,
you have found your niche
going to school far away.
She texts from Beijing -
“I’m learning to sing,”
Skylarks inspire her to stay.

Early sights and sounds,
heard during her rounds
of delivering the news,
energize her soul 
with style and control. 
Skylarks - Kralyk's private muse.  

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I heard a song today

I heard a song today
That bird song so sweetly
But whatever did it say
It seems to use an ancient tongue
From a far antiquity
A civilization from a prison sprung
A long forgotten melody

I heard a song today
A score sheet of my pain
My identity in a jar of clay
My history in an unknown refrain
What bird is this
From where now does it come
What ancient shore today
Post bail and give it freedom

I heard a song today
Words from a better dictionary
And yet still strange, strange, I say
This phantom archeology
This flower of a voice
Amidst the scrunching city's noise
Fades on a cold anxiety
But the bird won't go away 

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Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends
I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know
Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance
To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend
Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent
From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned
So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 
thus the secret person within might come to know
Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice
Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I
Source : Song of Solomon
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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A Soulful Serenade

My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade...

The white cap mountains open
Its door..

While each snowflake shimmer
Through the wind

Singing the sweetest melody that
Flow through the mountaintops

Such infinite harmony with such
Sweet emotion..

Felt and heard through all the land

Yearning for a romance of that of
Romero and Juliet..

The melody in tune with a love

As the turtle dove dance to the
Lullabies of love..

My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade..

Details | Rhyme | |


I saw a bird perched in my willow tree
His song seemed to be mocking me
My mood somber as I awakened today
Not quite sure why I feel this way
Hoping this mood will not overflow
Must change this attitude this I know
While  listening to the song of a bird
Force a smile as I think to myself this is absurd
Have so much to be happy for
Get it together and get out that door
The rest of the day is better now 
A bird with his song showed me how