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Another recycled old rhyme.”
The lavender sky kisses the earth
As the Nightingale starts to hum
The sweetest tunes of tenderness
A soulful serenade.
As the Nightingale starts to hum
The sweetest tunes of tenderness
A soulful serenade.
The music sheet’s still unblemished
Keynotes, about to be revealed
Enchanted time- now stands still
To listen to a masterpiece.
Keynotes, about to be revealed
Enchanted time- now stands still
To listen to a masterpiece.
With eyes alive in an inner world-
the Nightingale bowed to behold
while nocturne souls could hardly wait
For grand citation to begin.
the Nightingale bowed to behold
while nocturne souls could hardly wait
For grand citation to begin.
Taking the stage in purposeful strides
The Nightingale’s voice comes to life
Some unsung sighs suddenly pour
Along with these unspoken words-
The Nightingale’s voice comes to life
Some unsung sighs suddenly pour
Along with these unspoken words-
“Could it happen if
faith prevails
If it is written-
signed, and sealed;
Would unborn seeds of
promised bliss
Sprout and grow amidst the heat?”
faith prevails
If it is written-
signed, and sealed;
Would unborn seeds of
promised bliss
Sprout and grow amidst the heat?”
Indeed, sweet echoes rule the night
Accolades aimed to glorify-
to show the treasures from within
Love’s offering- the Nightingale’s hymns.
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This is an excellently written narrative/lyrical poem, Leofina Jane. The serenity in this poem is highly in contrast with your amazing poem “Emptiness”. I am a fan of your versatile talent in poetry writing. You are a natural.
Hi Esse, thank you so much.
Yes, the theme for this is different with that of Emptiness.
simply fabulous.
Hello trisha, thank you thank you,
. nice to see you back, 
i can hear softness
carried by breeze
sun becomes an artist
above clouds it feast
earth turns on her side
shields her tender pride
darkness is master of sight
rules; makes love to night
moon’s smile; stars’ glimpse
my loyal alleys; it seems
i would be bright-eyed owl
listening nightingale’s call
keeping my coos on my perch
resting wings from food search
i cover my eyes; i still hear
i pretend that i wasn’t there
but i’m part before sun shines
above those tall, beautiful pines
now, this is lovely Manong Eugene,
“earth turns on her side
shields her tender pride..”
Keep them coming, lol! Hmmmm… let me see.. I went to the Cathedral this afternoon, I always stay outside- funny, but for me it is more solemn..unlike the usual jam packed pews inside.. ironic, huh!:-)
You take care!