Best Crickets Poems

Music of crickets
On warm summer morning
Praising God above...

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Take a flight
to the tune of this night
listen to the falling dew drops'  song.

How they whisper love talks to the flowers night long
how jingles...

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As winter approaches, their songs die out
Their gentle chirping I can’t live without
     Field mice make their way inside
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Disembodied howls
Tunneling through the black night
My soul begs to rest



August 2014
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CRICKETS IN HEAD
I’m a NeoPagan
From the Church of All Worlds
Dedicated to the celebration of Life.
I’m set on a land in the long run
Looking for crackets.
The...

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nighttime crickets chirp
in a warm summer evening
loudly making call

Russell Sivey...

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Crickets chirping
This sultry summer night
Stereo panning
Left & right
Music to my ears
Thought they keep out of sight...

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Little black creatures 
chirping through the dark of night 
such a soothing sound. 

Copyright Cynthia Jones 
Jan.21/2005...

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Dark moon day of August
I stepping on a nail
hospital tetanus shot
I draw Kenaz from my Rune bag

Sitting out at night
First time crickets sing
Starry sky's Milky...

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Just a word against acrimony 
the key is really this, you see
don’t let the bully rule
by reacting to their hideous drool
turn the intentional blind eye...

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little booted buddha
   hopping in a monsoon knapsack.

  a mural pasture filled with green
   slender stalks lean in rows.

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i sit here
aside the lake
grounded
in thoughts
alone

the full-moon rising
casts a lambent light
on the watery stage
where the orchestra
of night normally plays

there is no song
falling off cricket's wings
no...

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yellow light 
tinge to the air ...
crickets fall silent...

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warm breeze eventide
fireflies light pink roses
crickets sing a song....

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There is a whisper through the wind
a sort of haunting
yet charming  thing.

A quiet flutter
from an old oak tree
while cricket's 
perfect rhythm 
replenish the land

I...

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