#nightingales
Exquisite nightingales songs
Soothe with the intimacies
Of vineyards
And Voluptuousness
Of evening skies
Midnights moons
Candles roses
With exotic poses
Heavenly silhouettes
In sweet repose
Theres a Coolness
of sweet warmths
When her Beauty
and
our Love sighs
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC
Nightingales serenading
Like candles moonlit skies
Loves Midnight sighs
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
The Ocean with Her Songs and Freedom,
is like a Rose in the Desert Tonight.
The Night with all Her beauteous Wisdom,
is holding the Sky like the Wings of a Kite.
The Moon.......in all its Regal Splendour,
is a Ghost serenading the Dark Skies.
The Clouds are praying for Rain and Thunder.
As Mother Earth moans out hollow Sighs.
I shall wrap, all My Dreams in a White Paper
and carefully tie them, with a Yellow Bow.
Then lay them among the White Lilies,
that lie where the Wild Berries Grow.
Night grows, from the death of the Evening
and carries the Stars beneath Her Wings.
Morning wakes up, to the Dawn of Sunrise
and Nightingales, are all ready to Sing.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 6:03 AM UTC
As I Move Out,
Butterflies Welcome Me,
Seeing Their Punctuality,
I Bow To Thee,
Further I Keep Moving
To The District Park
The Aroma Of Golden Flowers
Fully Fills Within Of Me.
That miraculous Gift
I Get From Cassia Fistula
That Are In Full Glory
Because Of Its Flowers,
The Cuckoos Coo
And The Peacocks Dance
Fully Drenched I Am
In The Coolest Showers.
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 3:58 AM UTC
Of the road that had been left in haste
I was glad that my soul stayed the course
As the winter and my speeches never would
I never had been frost-bit by cold stares
O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary
I was hardly visible amidst trying times
The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles
It was the fire that melted the flakes
I distinguished myself from fakes
I know all that quakes
In my soul that takes less
As it gives away to the lakes
Of warm water as summer finally comes
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
Over the hills
nightingales sing
to the chime of bells
ringing across
English fields.
There, the lovers lay,
admiring the beautiful
blue spring day.
Out on the blanket
they roll with laughter,
recalling old memories,
and dreaming of dreams after.
Her beauty, a treasure
one truly adored.
A life without her
he could not afford.
As the sun sets
behind the hills,
his eyes begin to
fill with tears.
He leans in,
for a kiss,
only to feel a
cold, hard cheek.
Pulling back with haste,
a cry, a scream.
He rolls with anguish
recalling same memories
without dreams after.
Dark clouds appear,
her hand not near.
A rose placed
at her head, underneath.
The lovers lay,
separated from her
by six feet deep.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
What a beauty to seek!
The Nightingales have returned
To serve thee!
Nightingale sing your songs...
Haunt the night of the trespass,
Nocturnal is your guide..Tonight
Seek your jewels,
Salvage thy treasure.
Offer it to Nocturnal,
To please her.
Nightingales,
Fact or Fiction?
They are quite real.
To see their armor,
To know their symbol.
They are shadows of the night.
Pursuing your every move...
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC