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A Peacock
a peacock meets a peahen
on a grassy garden
'what the hell' says the peahen
to the peacock
the peacock asks
'why the hell? '
and the peahen
snobs the peacock
and says
'yours is just a peasize! '
and the peahen leaves
the peacock for good
and they know
they cannot live
happily ever after
for sure
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Neatness In Apparel
In your garb and outward clothing
A reservëd plainness use;
By their neatness more distinguished
Than the brightness of their hues.
All the colours in the rainbow
Serve to spread the peacock's train;
Half the lustre of his feathers
Would turn twenty coxcombs vain.
Yet the swan that swims in rivers,
Pleases the judicious sight;
Who, of brighter colours heedless,
Trusts alone to simple white.
Yet all other hues, comparëd
With his whiteness, show amiss;
And the peacock's coat of colours
Like a fool's coat looks by his.
poem by Charles Lamb
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The Proud Peacock
I am the Peacock,
the beautiful bride
of the bird kingdom.
I am in no doubt
fairer than the cock
for I dwarf its pride
with feathers that stand-out.
I am the Peacock
who desires serfdom
from the bird kingdom,
for I long to usurp
the title of king
from the strong Eagle
who soars atop
with its air-borne wings.
Though fit as fiddle
with an awesome strength,
gliding the sky’s length
at a blistering pace,
yet dreaded for a face
that is void of grace.
I am the Peacock,
the elegantly clad.
Humans would be mad
to contend with me,
for shame you would see
if unclad they be.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (19 January 2015)
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The tulip is, among flowers, what the peacock is among birds. A tulip lacks scent, a peacock has an unpleasant voice. The one takes pride in its garb, the other in its tail.
Intoxicating My Being
I was hiding from a light growing brighter and brighter
On a day when the sun rose earlier without any warning,
Intoxicating my being
You were seemingly still sleeping,
But I felt your wish growing brighter and brighter
In that moment when you turned suddenly to me
Wearisomely to kiss me, without any warning,
Until your kisses intoxicated my being.
So closed to you I felt just to hear
Your inner cry.
I saw love growing brighter and brighter
In your eyes and your heart began to beat faster without any warning.
A part of me you became
To synthesize my dreams.
I opened my crystal memories to breathe you
In forgiveness and love.
Your warm love
Was a geyser
In the middle of my glaciation.
You could satisfy my painful concatemer.
Our future was seemingly laying on the ashes of my dying loneliness.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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In man’s eyes
He moves as proud as a peacock
And is viewed as stupid as a turkey.
She looks as proud as a peacock
And is viewed as royal as a mare.
Woman’s pride sells well in man's eyes.
02.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An old Peacock meets a Crow in a Cuckoo's wedding
'Hello! Brother we met after a long time.
Isn't it? ' Peacock greeted.
Then the crow said; 'Certainly, do you remember when we met last time at one eyed scavenger's funeral.'
'Oh! You have a good memory,
He drowned in the Mayor's sewage line if I am not mistaken.
What's going on in your proud city limits? ' Peacock gossiped.
'As usual, We get a scanty meal in the garbage bins on their pay days only.' Crow replied.
Cuckoo introduced his bride to old Peacock.
Then crow interrupted; 'She is my niece.'
Peacocks, Crows and Cuckoos sing the national anthem when the chief guest Mr.Anopheles.Mosquito Minister of Health who arrives with his
bodyguards.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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In The Ones You Love
(marsha malamet/liz vidal)
From your lips to gods ear
May every wish and every prayer find its way
Always be heard and every day
May you see them answered
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
Your hearts reflection comes shining through
Brighter than the sun
Stronger than you knew
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
With each tear, with each smile
May you hold life dear
Learning all the wise
What cant be changed, try to accept
And though youll make mistakes
May you find forgiveness
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
Your hearts reflections comes shining through
Brighter than the sun
Stronger than you knew
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
And in the ones you love (love)
Find shelter and have faith (faith)
And through whatever comes (comes)
Rejoice and celebrate (celebrate)
In the ones who love you
Your hearts reflection comes shining through
Brighter than the sun (brighter)
Stronger than you knew (stronger)
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
Your hearts reflections comes shining through
Brighter than the sun (brighter)
Stronger than you knew (stronger)
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
Your hearts reflection comes shining through
Brighter than the sun (brighter)
Stronger than you knew
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
In the ones you love
In the ones who love you
Your hearts reflections comes shining through
Brighter than the sun
Brighter than the sunset
Stronger than you knew
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Purple World
If all of a peacock was purple
It would be a star—
No cerulean or evergreen—
No place for
Mermaids to admire it—
Purple fanning underneath the sun,
Showing all of the tourists—
All of the housewives that he is
A man—maybe if they could love
Through an everyday metamorphosis,
They would wish upon him—
To feed him popcorn
And to make love to him—
The usual hijinks between the orchards
And the highways—in the singing
Prisons where they they—
But it is not possible for them to think of
Him as anything else than a peacock,
Even if all of purpled fanned—
Though he is more beautiful than them—
And at night,
After the busses leave the animals naked
Underneath the heartthrob heavens,
He will count dreams to himself in
His purple world—
Think of all of the women he could have
Married—
If he were not only a peacock, a star in
The purple world.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Torch Song
(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
Read some kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now
Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation, alcohol can thrill me now
Its getting late in the game to show any pride or shame
I just burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now, yeah
Doctor says my liver looks like leaving with my lover, need another time out now
Like any sort of hero turning down to zero still standing out in any crowd
Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, sweating out a happy hour
Where youre hiding 29 you know it aint a crime to burn a little brighter now
Burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now
Dr. finlay: and my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you wont reach 30
Torch: christ -- its a romantic way to go really, its part of the heritage, its your round init?
We burn a little brighter now, yeah
Read some kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now
It was something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation, alcohol thrill me now
Getting late in the game to show any pride or shame burn a little brighter now
We burn a little brighter now, yeah
Burn a little brighter now, we burn a little brighter now
song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Birghter Days
i look forward
to brighter days
with you,
more lights
to the darkness
of our souls, shades
of hues, and colors
of more rainbows
gentle rains music
of cicadas, soft
night winds and
cheers, and hugs,
and...kisses
brighter days
back to brighter days
on bleak presence
of folding sorrows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Confession
My love for you burns brighter and warmer then the sun
And I think of you all night long, from dusk to dawn
You softly light the way for me like the moon
When I feel it’s all gone
Your light makes me alive as if it were noon
You are brighter then all the rest, brighter then every star, brighter then anything put to the test
Let me stand by your side and I won’t leave ever
Allow me to come close, don’t hide and we can make our own world here,
here in the crook of my arm
Please be mine, and mine alone
So next time you go out you won’t be alone
In our world you’ll never be alone
I Love you more then You’ve ever Known
“Written By David Knox and John Marvel”
poem by David Knox
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Brightter Star
life is like a star
it shines bright in one,
but in an other it can be a dead
dull star
when a star dies
what is left becomes a stronger
brighter and better star
like us when we die
the next generation can be
and will be a
brighter generation
that will creat a brighter future than the one we created
poem by Alberto Sanchez
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Surface Show for M 'lady Ernestine
Mayhap my lady teaseth me
When she derides the way I dress.
She mocketh me for soberness
But I forgive her readily
In all else though she pleaseth me.
She knows right well I must impress
my masters with my worthiness
That’s why I dress so soberly.
Though she can flaunt her finery
As well befits a pretty maid
But I alas must remain staid
When we are in society.
But when we are alone she knows
That I can act quite differently.
When I can don much brighter clothes
Which she approves apparently.
I am a peacock in disguise
which to my lady’s no surprise.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Peacock
A pleasant stroll,
The peacock takes
On its way back,
Each evening.
The sun has set;
The moon has come;
The air is cool;
’Tis twilight time!
The peacock walks
Effortlessly,
Amongst house-sites,
On lanes of own.
All through the way,
It feeds on leaves
That sprouted new,
A few days’ old!
A feast to eyes
Of young and old,
The peacock runs
On seeing men.
A hardy bird
With colored plumes
That gives its stroll,
A majesty.
Across the fence,
Over the bush,
It gently flies,
If need should rise.
It makes no noise,
On way back home;
It has walked miles
Unknowingly!
No snake dare near
The alert bird
That wards off foes
By flying low.
And when it’s dawn,
The dancing starts
On terraces,
As pea-hens watch!
The national bird
Of India,
Is protected:
‘So, please don’t kill! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-6-2010
poem by John Celes
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birthday cake
brighter and brighter
each year
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Brighter Are The Days Ahead
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones who held on.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
With sacrifices made.
And dues that one has paid,
Will find their burden shoulders...
Lightening up.
Suddenly all are gone,
Every trouble suffered long!
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
Suddenly all are gone,
Every trouble suffered long!
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
With sacrifices made.
And dues that one has paid,
Will find their burden shoulders...
Lightening up.
Suddenly all are gone,
Every trouble suffered long!
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
Suddenly all are gone,
Every trouble suffered long!
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stone and Peacock
Lend me a stone
I'll lend you a peacock
What you see in the picture, In reality you'll not
When our reality be in those pictures? ?
Look into the face of the sun
Seven colors seems flying, like a peacock
I once asked the sun
Seven horses drawn, Chariot of your, where to heading? ?
'Into the battle', replied the sun
In the battle, don't grief of what you lost
Look deep into the faceof the sun
Those stones were shaping swords sharp and shiny
Sun did borrowed it from my great grand father
Today I'm out into the battle ground
Its time now, I need that sword back
Look very deep into the face of the sun
Those stones were shaping my Great Grandfather's swords sharp and shiny
You lend me that stone
And
I'll lend you a seven colored peacock………
poem by D'menz Veen
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Their Own Myth
They swagger through the wastelands
of their own myth
believing the fantasy
they have built around themselves
of how great they are.
The shallow walls they built around themselves
with one stone could crumble away.
You see them in their peacock glory
prancing around everywhere.
Their heads stretched above the clouds
believing their own myth.
Their feet of clay can only erode
in the full flush of tidal waters.
Their peacock strut will become a limp
when their myth is broken
and things begin to challenge them.
For once, the tidal gate
is breached by leading questions
the clay feet and peacock strut
will be washed away,
and a new myth will absorb,
of bowing head and desperate look in eyes,
as their shallow walls crumble under tidal waters
and their own myth of self-greatness
loses momentum to sustain.
poem by David Harris
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