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Dale Gregory Cozart
love, romance, seasons, summer,
As brief as summer you swept
across my heart's desert
like a Santa Ana wind's hot caress.
Now the eastern passes
are still as virgin rocks
unto a land whispering
of forgotten wildflowers.
In your absence marigolds bloom not
with the disappeared mockingbird.
Only as the last petals
of amaryllis wither do I ache.
You brought me a translucence
of amber for my burnished bouquet.
Love was an ebullience of golden wheat,
our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers.
animals, faith, inspirational, naturelove, i love you,
This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.
And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.
And in the evening as I dined
While resting in the swing
A mockingbird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.
Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love You"
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.
Then Father spoke! "Don't you know?
My son of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today to tell you so
Did my three messengers not find you?"
Timothy I. Brumley
childhood, nature, nostalgia, seasons,
The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape,
In varying shades gray.
A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And serenade his lady love
With songs as bright as day.
A shy, retiring whip-poor-will
In some hidden, forest swale,
Intoned his lonely-heart refrain,
In a melancholy wail.
The gentle breeze, that washed my face,
Tasted honeysuckle sweet,
While silver dewdrops glistened,
On the grass beneath my feet.
Though my magic, childhood years have gone
On frightened wings of flight,
I treasure, in my reverie,
That enchanted full moon night.
love, native american, romance,
I will be your shelter;
Amidst the storms in life.
I will be a light;
Within the darkest nights.
I will be a rock;
For you to make your stand.
I will be your comfort;
And calm your shaking hand.
I will be your hope;
In your times of great despair.
I will be your confidant;
When others are unfair.
I will be your trust;
When another breaks their word.
I will be your wings;
If you are my mockingbird.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Chirping his ballads,
To his silent feathered love:
Love songs grace the night.
on writing and words,
Writing is my favorite thing
It is powerful, expressive, and calming
It's like a nice summer breeze, that blows through my hair
Writing is a talented technique to tell one's feelings
It has a sweet smell of mint chocolate candy that melts in your mouth
It feels like love from all of your family and friends
It looks like a beautiful rainbow after a rainy day
It sounds like a mockingbird singing so peacefully in the trees
Writing tells a story, cries with you, and holds you in the night
Writing is the key to expression
I'm thankful for writing because I can put the pencil to the paper and let my
thoughts carry me away.
bird, lonely, love,
Songbird in my front yard
feeding on seed I've thrown
I can see you
because I have become
part of the silence...
Each day I learn from you
as the fish learn from the sea
the Sparrow and the Blue Jay
learn from the wide open sky..
Mockingbird I am lonely today
chant your melancholy in the still air
call for your lost lover
making the stars smile
and your mate to sing back..
Tonight I will chant for my lover
as I look for her in distant stars
perhaps they are all just nests
of celestial invisible birds...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
bird, love, romance,
sitting on a bough
singing his song of romance
the mockingbird calls
love, sweet, sweet,
The sweet scent of roses in bloom
The smell of new mown hay
The freshness of a morning in June
A bright and sun filled day
The delicate trill of a mockingbird
The softness of a gentle touch
Rivulets of rain running down your cheek
A loved one who means so much
A whisper, a glance, a gentle caress
Loving and tender sighs
Thoughtful words of sweet adoration
A look of passion in your eyes
An accumulation of all of the above
And perhaps a few I've missed
The feeling of love is easily recognized
Sealed with a warm gentle kiss!
© Jack Ellison 2012
got to see the one
sweet mama birdie not lost
to me any more
baby bird has turned
from blue bird to mockingbird
better watch your speak
and say only love
and peace and joyous things now
she'll not miss a beat
break the weird cycles
and learn the new way to be
the moment we have
to be pure, happy, fulfilled
just good as it gets
happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, nature, passion, uplifting, visionary
The sun, Sol, has risen and fallen. His time has come and gone. A new player enters the
field. It is Luna's turn to dance across the black velvet sky. Stars twinkle into view, creating
a glistening array of sequins. The Mockingbird sings his last song as the Nightengale takes
his place. She sings of Love and Wisdom, traits of Luna. The crickets chirp, the fireflies
dance across the dew-sparkled lawn, and the Nightengale sings.
The Woodpecker tapping his song
in Morse Code rivetting
A melody to his summer
love, soon change pivotting
The sound carries on air's dampness
Saturated with fog
Moisture coats everything this morn
Frogs sleep in their bog
Birds begin to awake chirping
Surround sound melodies
An angry Mockingbird chatters
Soon some animal will flee
God speaks to me in the morning
His Spirit leads each day
All I have to do is follow Him
As He lights each step's way
Down where the Mockingbird sings
And the love affair grows
Between the cat and tiny dog
And the chorus from roosters flow
A bright red-orange sun arises
There fog touches cool dew
Almost the same as yesterday's start
Well! Changes_ there are few
Life issued some bad blows for one
No! Worse for one but more
A whole family in grief_ mourns
Up where politicians bore
Down where a soft gentle rain falls
A zephyr whips brown leaves
Our lives go on but one life stopped
One family still grieves
Last Night On Earth
Oh wolfcub, time is not my friend
Can't rest till you are here
This mockingbird will take its leave
Only when you’re near
By now you will be waking
Encased in your own time
Roll over and you'll feel my touch
Trail gently down your spine
Enjoy the morning sunlight,
Night will follow soon
This time will pass, till then my love
Howl softly to the moon.
family, father, people,
He is not guilty,
But someone in here is
I have two kids
Sometimes acts like pigs
I love my kids, don’t touch them
Thanks for the hem
On Jem’s pants
One shot, on the spot
Never did in years, never will
As long as my kids are not around and Dill
bird, inspiration, poems,
I stole this tune from a mockingbird
Where outside my window he was perched
I kept the rhythm added rhyme
And the words, well they're all mine
The song he sang was a happy one
I think he got from another bird in love
When you whistle love it's hard to keep
So much so it inspired me
The tune I kept inside my head
Until there was no whistle in my whistle left
That's when in my mind I did decide
I needed to add a few rhyming lines
But I kept the tune of the mockingbird
Just thought it could use a few good words
Cause words can be a powerful thing
When added to a bird that sings
allegory, bird, peace, poetry, time, world,
I am within and you without:
You’re in your nest and I in mine.
Though we are different, there’s no doubt
That we both suffer, love and pine.
Tomorrow brings both pain and joys
And we must both confront the world,
To which we’re but two living toys
Which play a game of hot and cold.
We crave infinity, and yet
We’re both alive for little time
Although, somehow, our peace we’ve met:
You in your song and I in rhyme.
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Delusional love, received in kind
Yearly styles of painted smiles
As if gold both did find
A pyrite love grown so cold
Either bought or sold
A dalliance glowing of Hawthorne penned trait
Of Scarlett Letter ruse, and Lee's Mockingbird hues
A secret is borne of consequence great
A Child lives on, once thought not
In gabled house, nary worry fraught
A forgotten son is not the view
Photographs cherished, if only a precious few
bird, black love, fantasy, heartbreak, kiss, lost love, love hurts,
Forks over knives
where the heart is
love me or leave me
What lies beneath
can't buy me love
without leaving a forwarding address
back to the future.
Before night falls,
sense and sensibility
climb an angry mountain
to kill a mockingbird
take the lead,
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
to catch a thief.
fly away home,
the spiral staircase.
Wings of desire
for your eyes only.
Places in the heart
return to me,
with your permission,
face to face.
(Each line is a separate movie title.)
nature, , sweet love,
smiles fondly at me.
I never stopped before
just to say hello.
A mockingbird trills
its sweet lovely song.
I never stopped before
just to hear him sing.
A white lilac bush
spreads its magic scent.
I never stopped before
just to have a smell.
Evelyn Judy Buehler
anger, conflict, confusion, crazy, humor, people,
It began with a careless remark
Uttered by one of the dinner guests,
Which ignited fury's sudden spark!
Perhaps it was better unexpressed.
Politeness went out of the window,
Good will left by the door,
Late afternoon lost its ruddy glow,
In the wake of the uproar!
Amid the August mess so fine,
Dinner, uneaten, grew cold.
Trembling glasses, spilled the wine;
The day grown quickly old.
Like butterflies, were all disguised?
Did they hide themselves so well?
Was it here today that love died,
Or long before the dinner bell?
Mockingbird sings to a summer night-
After the end, no turning back.
Though darkness is but a shadow of the light,
It is profoundly black!
Wings To Fly
Skipping down the rolling and
Mounting piedmonts of love,
I saw an eagle soar spreading
His mighty wings out
I heard the chirping lullaby
Of the mockingbird swirled
With the sweetly cooing doves.
I twirled about and danced
Around with unabashed joy.
Stopping to rest in a soft bed
Of green clover to peer at the
Heavenly clouds above.
Watching a bluebird chase
Another but suddenly
Judging by their fluid and
Merry movements those
Two were in love.
At that moment I was
Wishing that I could be
As brave as them instead
Of being so coy.
animal, desire, humor, humorous, light, nonsense, wedding,
Honeymoon Not-So-Sweet, or, Clyde Lied!
(a limerick for adults and older teens)
by Michael R. Burch
There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
“When again, gentle bride?”
“Nevermore!” bright-eyed Raven replied.
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