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A bird in the hand is worth more than ten in the bush.
A bird in your hand is worth more than 100 in the forest.
A bird in your hand is worth two in the bush.
A bird in the hand is more worth than two flying.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A bird in hand is worth more than a hundred in flight.
A Bird Sometimes Does Not Sing
like you
beautiful woman, a bird on the window sill
sometimes gets tired of singing,
there is not usual tune
and the day becomes darker
than the usual night,
the sun not brighter and the
grass not green
as they are wont to be
there is no hope for flowers
that wilt today
the buds are falling.
i want to talk, but i cannot
like the bird that decides not to sing
because there is nothing
worth singing anymore
in my case
because nothing seems to be
worth living anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Do You Want?
You watch them walk down the hallway
Hand in hand
They are happy and it shows
Your heart longs enviously
Your mind urges you away
You know the bad
But there's always a flip side to the coin
Your heart's been broken
But before that we're the good times
When you were hand in hand
When you were holding and being held
Confusion is infuriating and irritating
But you want that feeling again
The butterflies in your stomach
When you look into his eyes
You don't know what you want
Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the pleasure?
What do you want?
poem by Autumn Winds
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The Hunter (Narrative Poetry)
His time and wealth all there
For him, possessed just to enjoy
But hunting was a pleasure where
His shooting skills he could employ.
Flew his plane to the island
At will, he shot the fleeing birds
The gun obeyed his able hand
Only the sound of death was heard.
One shot took down the creature
Its partner gave a chilling cry,
As though its heart the bullet tore
Seeing its Love, fall there to die.
Around, around, it wailed in anguish
A bird lamenting the one it lost
It would not leave the love it cherished
Unmindful of what it would cost.
The man was dazed, he felt its pain,
It tormented his ears with grief.
Shot it down where its love had lain
Sealed the union, though it was brief.
That day he left, and never came back.
Vowed never more to kill for pleasure
The bird had shown what he really lacked,
Real peace and concern for Nature.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
11.10.12
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Ay De Mi
O bird, that used to press,
Thy head against my cheek
With touch that seem'd to speak,
And ask a tender 'yes' -
Ay de mi, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird, my bird -
Ay de mi, my bird.
O tender downy breast,
And warmly beating heart,
That beating seem'd a part
Of me who gave it rest -
Ay de mi, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird, my bird -
Ay de mi, my bird.
poem by George Eliot
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Wind Was There
I
all was in flight
wild geese in the sky
snow from the sky flying
rivers hastening to the sea
and waves from the midsea
hastening to the shore
horses running from a fence
fences running from the ground
ground fleeing from the sky
and the sky was filled with flying stars
and suns innumerable
daisies springing from the grass
pines fleeing up the mountainside
even the mountain was in flight
less swift than southward geese
or rivers in the spring
less swift than these but fleeing still
stone upon stone scraping in slow erosion
gravel grinding into dust and fleeing before the wind
II
all was in flight
even from a distance I
my flight was faster than a fleeing cloud
I only knew the wind was there
swift and imperious and proud
sharper than fine steel
III
so shall I ever flee
swifter yet swifter
until the speed is such
my spirit shall enkindle with the wind
and then
a brown and crackled leaf I'll fall
my flesh to shrivel into mould
my blood to mingle with the seeping rain
and all my body's flight become a strange return
poem by Bravig Imbs
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Sweetheart
Sweetheart, in my hand is this bird
Of desire
It sings a song from the bottom
Of my heart
On my shoulder it hovers
On my head it flies
Round in circle inside
My mind
On my hand this bird returns
With so much kindness
And grace
This bird sings again
About the love
It knew It found
Now nestling in the warm leaves
Of your memories
Sweetheart, undress yourself
For love has so desired us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shore Leave Ornithology
Slacks, coffee trend
I could have been in the us navy
Flapping grey, coffee smoke
I could have been in another nineteen-fifty
Where the hell were you?
Rough stencil, print music
Cardboard, cardboard, cardboard, cardboard, cardboard coffee
Saxophone mention barbers, n.y.
The cigarette was burning, the flat shoes
Stool
Bongo, coffee, don't mention that black man
The leather-coat was his
Where was she?
Could have been in the us navy
Flow beating air, table-top, shoulder slung
Shore leave, no sailors here
Cardboard, cardboard, cardboard, cardboard
Liquor slacks twisting
The cigarette was burning
The flat shoes, the flat shoes, the flat shoes
Bird, bird, bird, bird
I could have been in another nineteen-fifty
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
I could have been in another nineteen-fifty
Bird, bird, bird
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bird's Wish
The bird asks me
What I’d do
If I am a bird.
I tell him
High and high I’d soar
So high that I’d see the earth no more
I’d be a bird on the tree
I’d be a bird that’s free!
What you’d do bird
If you’re a man?
To be fair
It’d be my only prayer to God
Don’t be so hard
Make me once again a bird!
Saying this the bird sings
And spreads its wings to a sky
I can never fly!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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