"chirper" poems
The London*
underground
Shoes Chatterbox
Choo Choo train
Mr. Earl Gray
Greyhound
Doing cartwheels
Head over heels
Milk the Cow
"Going Moo" in her
Jimmy Choo
Yahoos
Kickapoos
The Odd Mom
Cocker Doddle Doo
Goody Two shoes
'Peekapoo"
The women living
in her shoes
All Mighty God
The dog to chew
Her most expensive
shoe
Lasous
The genius
La Cruz
Goody two shoes
That's show biz
Vacation Dr. Seuss
John Hughes
The master of clues
La mousse
Love truce X-File
Instagram, please smile
In her ballet slippers
He's at the Hub
drinking beer
In the London Fog
Her wooden clogs
Ladybird chirper
He's down to his
goulashes?
Got sidetrack hot
fever lovesick
La muse shoes
Cozy at the caboose
Playing golf in the
Gulf of Mexico
You ain't got a thing
if you don't have
the shoes to swing
Kick up your shoes and
start to sing
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
The dew on the moist leaves,
The gleaming orange in the sky,
The tiny chirper on the branch,
would all be seen for the last time
cancer came knocking at the door,
asking for nothing but his eyes,
life from now on wouldn't be the same,
putting in the glass ones of size
He looked at his parents one last time,
capturing their young but smiling faces,
He would cherish those faces forever,
For they're immortal, against the stride of time
The capture of those smiles, now with him forever.
No matter how old they get, they'll forever remain young.
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 12:09 PM UTC
dream dreamer sweetly
albeit u are sleepy if cognizant of this chirper
surely our feathered friends are favored in flurrries of chirp chirping...
tell me a dream sometime...
they are like bed time stories an orphan never heard as a child...
still all is a wonder in the perpetual wilds...
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
One little sparrow rounded the corner of the house
and tweeted its way down the electric wire
until it came close to the spilt grain patch.
its undecided fluttering swoop an inch closer
dancing on its slender legs curled tightly around
the wire, ti balanced with its tail flaring in the breeze
head bobbing this way and that but
one eye firmly fixed on the morsels of grain
the other watching competition. Joined by
another chirpy companion our brave sparrow
suddenly found herself with strength building.
Together they flitted in the down draft
and announced their seed war on humans
with loud chirps and flutters, but bent at the knees
in case urgent flight was necessary. It wasn't needed
I ignored them completely looking away, but
the corner of my eye, absorbed the terrain completely.
I conjectured that the second chirper said to the first:
'yeah, I know this guy. He sits here looking at things
in his free times, and watching birds all day!
He has that cellphone that deceptively tweets
bird sounds, and whistles when he gets emails.
Come on, girl, lets grab a feast, while he's busy
writing about us. He will leave us alone for a while'
Author Notes
Bird-watching is a great hobby. Sparrows know?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 9 days ago
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC