#whistling
its unusual to hear someone whistling a tune-
they would have to be in a happy mood
-what that tells us, perhaps, we would rather not know.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Powers of side-ways laughs...
Kick of light into a searched for kiss
Make and meant, are we a hopeful hath?
Sure, the toil of adding ourselves, to a heart to miss?
Suddenness
And the game of can't and won't
Wished for a friend in hollow limelight, a ridiculing guest?
The taken hiss, for a wishful smile; arduous but don't...
How, or wisdom?
Or, the tale of significance
With a moment to share even kind, to these we dumb?
But a shadow of history is a muse to the light, we sense...
Any and all, to a thing of since, we are to be...
In the hands of deference, where one more step is a being
Hour, to which selfish is a range of voice, in all anarchy
We save a friends time with sour regrets, in the name of simply seeing
Martyrs of deliberate quote and silence from a boat...
Together they make a notion, to tell the truth...
West with a capable soul, the tale has become a superior love...
Argued by you and me, see the head for simplicity, that is youth...
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 6:12 PM UTC
His whistling rises with the moon;
softened trills and murmurings
grow louder in the dusking sky,
drift across my ceiling, down
into my waiting ears.
A halo of satisfaction rings his face,
sweat drying on his chest
as he leans back upon my balcony.
I gather his things
and place them by the door.
I know this tune is not meant for me.
But I listen to it, still,
and dream of my hands
tangled in his soft feathers.
Who will sing me to sleep
when the nightingale is paired?
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:18 PM UTC
Never noticed Time fly
Beautiful springs and autumns passed me by,
Fooling and goofing around with naive eyes
I didn't know how to whistle at twenty-five.
Life greeted me in a suit and a tie
And introduced you with a hue and a cry.
As lightning struck my heart, I swear I died.
And you were me and I was you till thirty-five.
You used to be beautiful as the sky.
Your fount of allure has run dry.
Your nagging has sapped my strength to be nigh.
You smothered my song at forty-five.
To mourn your demise I did try.
To be happy, I learned to live and let die.
Not giving a **** about wives and wifis,
I started whistling at fifty-five.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
wildly she blows through the bush tree
whirling their branches all around
whoosh in the speed of her push
whipping leaves with a fast moving lash
wow what velocity she's showing us
whistling along as an express train
we're eyeing unfettered blusters to-day
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
we all have words
our hearts they speak
they whisper and scream
quiet themselves at times
my heart needs complexity
it needs simplicity
singing and whistling
this heart gasps for air
tasting profoundness
my heart desires
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
I'm tempted to yell
Beneath the waxing moon,
Call to the hood whistler
To whistle a tune I knew.
Just one I could recognize,
One to identify;
But it's well above zero
On this shortest day of the year.
My compassion over-rides
The duality in the airs.
Still there's no inkling
Of whatever he's whistling;
I can't locate
Where it originates.
He'll be inside soon,
As we move to hibernate;
I sincerely hope he's there,
Whatever tune he airs,
Come Spring.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
I want to learn to whistle
Like my daddy did.
I wanted to learn it since
I was a little kid
You know, you put two fingers
Just inside your lips.
No, not the whole fingers
Just the very tips.
With that kind of whistle
I could stop a fight
Or call a taxi to me
On a rainy night.
I could whistle while applauding
Let performers know
Whatever they were doing
I enjoyed it so.
It works well during sports
Like a referee’s call.
The way I whistle nobody
Would hear it at all.
If I had a doggie I could call him
Then I whistle really loud
And he would come running
I would be so proud.
And of course I could tell
Somebody walking by
That they were pretty hot and
They had caught my eye.
But if I try to do that now,
They have to be
Not further than a couple
Of feet from me.
You’ve heard that kind of whistle
In shows on your TV.
I wish that kind of whistle
Could come from me.
So, I wish I could whistle
Like my daddy could.
Maybe someday I will learn.
Knock on wood.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC