Even the mightiest eagle comes down to the tree tops to rest.
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Even the mightest eagle comes down to the tree tops to rest.
Even the mightiest eagle comes down to the treetops to rest.
Even leaves beg me'' says Eagle
eagle, niggard and black
perched on sycomore on Nile bank
tasty fish gambolled in water
at lightening speed eagle caught
tasty fish and scrambled out
eagle flew and perched on a tree
man was under a tree
and glanced at what sat on tree
eagle and man eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying
''man may conjure him
by evil eyes''
eagle flew and perched on second tree
some birds were on that tree
Eagle and others birds eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying he
'' choke as birds watch him eating''
Eagle flew and perched on third tree
the breeze shook leaves of tree
eagle saw leaves unfolded shaking
like a begging hand
eagle flew away saying
'' everything beg me , even leaves
beg me too''
Eagle flew and perched on fourth withered tree
no birds, men and leaves around there
only exrtreme silence around there
eagle ate tasty fish
sang in loudest resounding voice
''eel fish and tasty fish are not the same
I ate tasyty fish until heart palpitated in happiness''
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
I.
Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest,
I am weary with contending!
Why this rapture and unrest?
Peace descending
Come ah, come into my breast!
II.
O'er all the hill-tops
Is quiet now,
In all the tree-tops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait; soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Clouds rest on tree tops
Lumpy feather beds billow
Horses graze in snow
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (24 January 2008)
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A Beautiful Song
A Beautiful Song. (Ink Spots)
“I don’t want to set the world on fire” what a lovely song.
But I’m disturbed by sparrows, sit in my orange tree and
make a racket, so much for bird song. Out on the terrace
I stretch out my arms pretend to be an eagle, they fly off.
But they soon return realising I’m not much of an eagle.
I throw pebbles at them, terrified miniature mountains,
that only get to fly when someone, say, me throws them.
I still hear the sparrows sit in my neighbour’s orange tree,
argue about territories and no- fly- zones. A flurry of angry
wings, what is this a civil war? High above on the blue sky,
a bald eagle circles. “I don’t want to set the world on fire.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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All I Want For Christmas
I would ask for just one thing
I don't need sleigh rides in the snow
I don't want a Christmas that's blue
Take back the tinsel, stockings and bows
'Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
What I want can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel that tops my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need
'Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
What I want can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel that tops my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need
Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
All I want for Christmas is you
Yeah all I want for Christmas is you
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Birds
Have you seen the birds
Perched on lamp-posts,
Cars and roof-tops?
May be, they are perched
On your heads too; -)
What do they do? !
You’ve cut off all the trees.
So now, they just have
These inanimate objects
And a lot many dumb heads
To perch and poo; -)
I love them flying in the sky
But I wonder…
When they get tired of flying,
And wish to rest on the
Swaying branches,
They might be wrangling
With each other,
For lack of space
To find the best tree
Or in a couple of years,
Maybe the only tree –
Left to shelter them.
Just as we humans
Squabble with each other
For scraps of land
That are hardly there
To house us
As most of them
Have been taken up
By the skyscrapers
To boost our flagging economy.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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When The Eagle Cries
Another day, just like any other
out of the blue, it turned to horror
How could they? Why would they?
The innocents suffered hell's inferno
An senseless act that goes unforgotten
How could they? They will pay.
(Chorus)
When the Eagle Cries (5x)
Out of the ashes came a tempted vengeance,
but we are focused, we seek redemption
we are free, we'll stay free
All they've done, is make us stronger
The sleeping giant, is asleep no longer
If need be, we'll die free
(Chorus)
When the Eagle Cries (blood will flow)
When the Eagle Cries (for freedom's fight)
When the Eagle Cries (we love us all)
When the Eagle Cries (we'll sacrifice)
When the Eagle Cries
When the Eagle Cries (blood will flow)
When the Eagle Cries they made us stronger (for freedoms fight)
When the Eagle Cries we'll sacrifice (we love us all)
When the Eagle Cries for freedom's fight (we'll sacrifice)
When the Eagle Cries
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Who Knew This?
You helped build up my life.
To see dawn,
From tops of mountains.
To adopt without doubt...
What is mine and belongs.
My life!
And all there is about it.
You helped build up my life.
Yes.
And to see dawn.
To fly high like an Eagle!
With a might ignited within me so strong.
Who knew this?
That you would be allowed to bring out the best in me,
To see.
Who knew this?
Not me!
That you would bring out my best.
Who knew this?
That you would be allowed to bring out the best in me,
To see.
Who knew this?
Not me!
That you would bring out my best.
You helped build up my life.
My life!
And all there is about it.
To fly high like an Eagle!
With a might ignited within me so strong.
Who knew this?
That you would be allowed to bring out the best in me,
To see.
Who knew this?
Not me!
That you would bring out my best.
You helped build up my life.
To see dawn,
From tops of mountains.
To adopt without doubt...
What is mine and belongs.
With a might ignited within me so strong.
Who knew this?
Not me!
That you would bring out my best.
That you would and could,
Separate me from the rest!
Who knew this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Man
Here comes he! The fool with sword
He don't know the language of pen
He purchased the cock for the Eggs
Requested him, please bring the Hen/
Flood of Blood is my desire, shouted
‘Mightiest man of mightiest world'
When yelled his tongue sprouted
And suddenly into the den it hurled//
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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A Tree To Me
A Tree to Me
Once there was tree
It looks so strange to me
Wondering how it become a tree
A small sprout from a seed in my hand
Now, it's bigger than me.
Unfortunately, tree stood alone
Grows without heart and soul
No friend, no companion
But still stand strong
For you to help on
A tree is a friend to me
That set you free from calamity
From floods and erosion you are free
As you rest under the tree,
Think how lucky you are with a tree.
poem by Cristina Delos Santos
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The Eagle wasn't always the Eagle. The Eagle, before he became the Eagle, was Yucatangee, the Talker. Yucatangee talked and talked. It talked so much it heard only itself. Not the river, not the wind, not even the Wolf. The Raven came and said The Wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you'll hear him. The wind too. And when you hear the wind, you'll fly. So he stopped talking. And became its nature, the Eagle. The Eagle soared, and its flight said all it needed to say.
quote by Robin Green
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I'm Dreamin' Of A Dry Christmas
I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas
just like one's I use to know
where weathermen announce, all use our bypass
where you may go, all clear of night's white snow
Im' deamin' of a dry Christmas,
just like one's i've use to know,
where tree-tops glissen an children listen
to hear my Harley roar, just for show
I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas,
where my love one's expect me, too show,
Home, where my heart is, an our Sunday-Mass, Ho! Ho!
Packin' gifts like Santa Clause, swiftly as a bike will go
Where tree tops an my sportster crome glessions,
each piston hummin' to, never missin' it's tone,
True symphony, as she roams, with clean air without emitions
Tis Christmas, an packin' gear, with my Lady, have gone home
Ho! Ho! Ho!
'Have a Merry Little Christmas'
poem by Perry Campanella
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The strength is conditional
You might be the mightiest
But in critical moments
You may have to lean on the weakest.
You might be the weakest
But in opportune moments
You may desert the mightiest.
Strength is conditional.
26.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Eagle and The Bear
The eagle's strength to compare that
of the bear this is how they fair the bear
can rip apart anything standing there
yet the eagle can fly through the air
the mighty physical strength of the bear must
stay on the ground in a limited area
around yet the eagle's strength of us do share
it's in every heart and on something's we wear
it shows the strength of the eagle for all to share
the eagle and the bear.
poem by David J. Pipkin
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It's time for a little timelessness
I said to the stone,
What time is it?
The stone was silent.
I said to the eagle,
What day is it?
The eagle looked fiercely at me,
Then turned its head away.
I said to the oak tree,
How long were you there?
Silently, the oak tree grew.
I said to the worm,
How long will you take?
The worm continued on its way.
I said to the river,
What takes you so long?
The river ran as ever.
I said to the sun,
Shall we meet here tomorrow?
Shining, the sun gave no sign.
I said to the milk,
When was I born?
Flowing, the milk had no answer.
I said to the earth,
When will you expect me?
The earth held its peace.
And Pooh Bear looked at me very seriously
and said,
‘It’s always time for something..’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Fruits of Mankind
Taste the bitterness of the fruits
that grow and rot within.
They lack the kindness that erupts
and oozes out as sin.
These fruits are part of every tree,
the tree from which they've grown.
They look like all the other fruit
but are different and they've known.
what lies within them is not right
and still they do conceal,
hoping to blend in with all the rest
until the skin does peel.
The tree cannot be blamed for this.
It's just the way things are.
We must discard these fruits to protect the rest
or they will leave their scar.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Gravitational Defiance
Flying like an eagle
Every day of my life
Not like a chicken
Just to avoid strife
Defying gravity
Refusing to lose
Not by luck or chance
But because I Choose
I am bold and brave
Mounting in the sky
Ever Conquering
Until the day I die
Like an eagle
Fly eagle fly
poem by Howard Simon
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The Eagle
The Eagle.
Fair flowers amongst the rocks, flora of sorrow;
their petals fly like butterfly wings in the breeze.
Atop an ashen tree a crow and throats a warning.
Up from the ground a white headed eagle takes
lift, in its claws a grey rabbit sees fair petals flying
in the breeze
poem by Oskar Hansen
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