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Àŧùl Feb 2020
The over I ball only has two *****,
I sprinkle the pitch with thickets,
I get spent up and the over is up.
My HP Poem #1828
©Atul Kaushal
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/15/2018

Late moon
takes the baton
- offering to the twilight
a bow in sacrifice:
with glow greeting
star aesthetes
- an orchestra of crickets
- eternal poets,
so that songs of love
inspired by the muses
- they would loudly sing
in the thickets.

Wieslaw Musialowski 10/9/2001
Friends, I am asking for your understanding, because all my translations must be proofread and corrected. Poems are hard to translate (even in free verse translations). The original is rhymed. Regards.
Bhill Sep 2019
The cricket was only doing what crickets do
Walking slowly up the walk looking for more crickets
Looking north and south, east and west
He or she appeared to alone
Where were more crickets
Where was the orchestra of fellow crickets
What happened

The wonderment stopped when this cricket let out “crick-it, crick-it”
The orchestra followed suit and sounded out in cricket harmony
Cricket harmony so welcomed by this once lonely cricket

Off it hopped to join in the symphonic noises created by the once hidden fellow crickets

Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it......

Brian Hill - 2019 # 239
Felt a bit silly this morning..
Let your cricket orchestra sing out!
Anastasia Aug 2019
Oh moon,
So pale
In the black velvet sky
With sparkling gems
To make wishes on
To accompany you,
Oh lovely moon,
How bright you shine
Gently on
This summer's night
The crickets sing
Me a lullaby
As I fall asleep
In the moon's arms
Her light cradling me
As my heavy lids droop
Bhill Aug 2019
The steady chirping of the crickets
Is natures concert, without the tickets

How do they do it, I have to ask
Don't they get tired of their life long task

They click, chirp and clack, all night long
Hippin and hoppin to the same old song

It makes you crazy, I have to admit
I really wish, they all would just quit....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 194
Oh the sound....
Karijinbba Jul 2019
O this grillo cricket singing.
It's heart out.
all the night long!.
 Mystical creature so loud.
               reciting it's mating song.
                     Lonesome as me it is!
                Can't **** it though.
                I feed it veggies instead
       It's good luck to sweep it.
away and bad to harm it
It keeps me.
thinking of that old.
Grasshopper mine.
     that blue green
            mind bending.
                      eyed wearing.
                             its purely gold.
                                crown.                          ­           enamoring me.
           O how it did it!
Oh how he wrote!.
             King grasshopper mine
                       wore his gold mask
                    sparkled with song
   All night long!
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By: Karijinbba
I gently trap the singing ckrickets
and let them fly free through the years many a summers a grillos chrikets singing kept me company
The beginning its said its the premonition of its end...as it was back then without a plan the cricket song
Remains a visitor.in the end
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