"chirpings" poems
I. The Minor Poet
His little trills and chirpings were his best.
No music like the nightingale's was born
Within his throat; but he, too, laid his breast
Upon a thorn.
II. The Pretty Lady
She hated bleak and wintry things alone.
All that was warm and quick, she loved too well-
A light, a flame, a heart against her own;
It is forever bitter cold, in Hell.
III. The Very Rich Man
He'd have the best, and that was none too good;
No barrier could hold, before his terms.
He lies below, correct in cypress wood,
And entertains the most exclusive worms.
IV. The Fisherwoman
The man she had was kind and clean
And well enough for every day,
But, oh, dear friends, you should have seen
The one that got away!
V. The Crusader
Arrived in Heaven, when his sands were run,
He seized a quill, and sat him down to tell
The local press that something should be done
About that noisy nuisance, Gabriel.
Vl. The Actress
Her name, cut clear upon this marble cross,
Shines, as it shone when she was still on earth;
While tenderly the mild, agreeable moss
Obscures the figures of her date of birth.
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A bullfrog serenades his mate
With a booming baritone in anticipation to conjugate
Whilst the wind hums softly
Dry leaves rustling incessantly.
Within the vicinity, bees buzz
The air abuzz
With beautiful chirpings from birds
Visiting colorful flowers and buds
For nectaries
Nature’s nitty gritty pleasantries
The wind croons in a haphazard harmony
A bearable monotony
Of sorts
All these are exclusive happenings in exotic resorts.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
failure is like a bird
fluttering in and out my
window
singing it’s chirpings
like they were
actual music
his wings are ugly
he has scars and
his feathers are unkempt
there is failure I say
as it flies away
again
it’s not exactly bad
to see him once in a
while but lately I’ve
been seeing him a
little too often for
comfort
but life is has its risks
and if you want to see
the sparrow of success
or
the bluebird of happiness
or even
the vultures
of determination
or
the eagles of
faith
you’ve got to put seed out for all of them
so as the bird of failure
flies away into the void
I spread sunflower seed
and fruit pits hoping that
someday I will see the red
bird of love
Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
(A gloomy, rainy Sunday...4:50 pm)
Sundown comes, and takes with
it, the spirit, the lilt of the day.
it wearies, and wanes...restless
minds succumb to acquiescence
and introspection at day's end,
the dark calms the world...
we thank God, for saving us one
more long day...from misfortunes,
diseases, from the evils of humanity.
on lengthened gloomy days,
ashen hues of displeasure
ebb and flow, born from hushed
questions...dying unanswered,
it's hard at times, to keep on loving
all that we love...do everything we
love doing, with the same longing
and enthusiasm...as before.
to be, or not to be,
to do, or not to do,
to love, or not to love---
how do you practice continuance,
while reeling upon the murky
mid streams in life?
what if, we are suddenly,
summoned...to back off from
existence, take a final break?
do we carry resentment
wherever we may end up?
whatever second life awaits us?
our weary souls take rest, these
wonderings fade, as we close our
eyes at night...rising to a hopeful
sunrise, to wondrous chirpings of
birds...to rooster's calls...to water
flowing from the faucet...the sweet
smell of maple syrup and freshly
made pancakes, and sniffs of coffee
brewing...songs and scents of a new
morning, then, sun peeps through
slits and spaces, melting last night's
dark perspectives...a continuance
occurs...another day to tackle.
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© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 25, 2021
#morning #continuance #sallyb
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 5:04 AM UTC
Oh, my days have gone back,
To the time I wore a sack.
Dusty, saggy—it was disgusting;
The threads holding it weren't so trusting.
The period long gone,
The chirpings I forgot—
All return, all anew,
Yet old, yet to be taught.
The sack still fits, though I've grown
In flesh and thought, yet not alone.
Its seams recall what I forget,
A stitched regret I haven’t met.
I tread the path I swore to shun,
A shadow walks where once I’d run.
It whispers truths I left behind—
Not cruel, just quietly unkind.
Do I resist? Or let it pass—
This mirror made of fractured glass?
For every step I try to flee,
The past keeps stitching into me.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
MERCY ! MERCY!
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Lock in,lock up, lock out,
WAKE UP,WAKE UP!
Wake up to the call of misery
Echoing in homes barren of food,
Morbid silence of desert-like roads,
MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!
Hear you not,
Cold footsteps of death
Shadowing all corners, thresholds-
Cosy and safe,till yesterdawn?
Flapping of wings slowing,
Chirpings and laughter draining,
Sunshine, moonbeam.starlight ebbing,
Whisper once,I beg you, Only once,
Which our LIGHT
For unlocking the doors. . . . . .
Choking our world so-
MERCY! MERCY! OH MERCY!
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Nuggehalli Pankaja
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
winter's breath
froze the last driblets
the slate gray mist
soon covered the once green field
chirpings waning concert
fell silent to the leafless winds
darkness hastens to days end
as cerulean skies fired magenta
the painter's lush palette
now earthen mahogany and umber
children chant for
fluffy white mornings
houses puffing chimneys
and frosted window panes
time twisted tight
awaiting the flourishes
of the springtime symphonies
tuning up beneath
our feet and beyond the stars
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
My shelves stack full of books half read
Half poems I could not ring
Limp as a starfish upon this bed
As the bird's sweet chirpings sing
Through the echoing skull I've said
"Beware" for there be no mortal thing
Could tame the waters and lands of dread
Where my madness reigns as King
My heart does sink, a lump of lead
My chains to river cling
On spring's soft pillow I rest my head
To dream of other things
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
There is a cage
I observe it from my balcony every day
Inside there is a bird
Too beautiful and with the chirping shrill
It seems someone trapped her brutally!
Enduring existence away from the marches of a vast faction of ally
Which she couldn't bear to hide emotions
When I gazed in her eyes
The pain that couldn't be healed!
With the suffering and the pain
On which a fragile how long can remain!
Sometimes she chirrups slowly as the flute of nosogenic tone
And downcast eyes when no one notices her miserable life
There inside the cage, plenty of happiness
As I supposed from the old terrace but
There is an absence of
Independence and a true pleasure
Dreams to fly with the march of ally!
There is a crude who kept her in the cage
He is like a creepy
Crammed with the futile peculiarity,
Inside her mind and heart
She tries to sing a song but
The caged has a fearful trill
No Wonder! How moments of joy isn't still!
Her wings are clipped and her feet are tied,
A bird outside of the cage
Sings a song shrill
With the cool gentle breeze
She follows her dream
Singing on the trees to the street
With a ray of sunshine
She tumbles to fight with the dark,
I observe the two birds
Always with intriguing wit and eyes
One caged and
Another flying freely
I hear both the nosogenic tone and the chirpings pleasant
Sometimes I wonder to my life
And I find always bound
With the shackles
And the nuisance of some who don't belong to my present, future and past!
Like the bird caged
Inside the bleak path full of dark
The dreams I dreamt
Through my eyes
They decide to put shackles on the wing,
There remains a bird and a fragile
One caged inside the cage another in the societal life
There may be some solution
I didn't get through it
But
There lie a passion and willingness
And I have a shackles
As she has a cage
The bird identifies me as an identical soul
Tries to confront
And shows compassion
But there is a space
In between us
A lengthy and the vast
And the wingless
We both
Downcasting our gazes
Smashed with the expectations
We both shuts
Our door beneath the profound sky!
©Amir Raza
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
The muted chirpings,
Along with the untold hisses
Fearful hearts with new hopes
In the stillness of night!
The hidden chaos explodes,
So are the pains, justifying the truth
Regretting faces telling stories
In the stillness of night!
Horizon determining the life,
Sinful prayers raising
With them tears
In the stillness of night
The truth has been spoken
Yet, there is life ahead
Blissful moments and joys
In the stillness of night
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC