The pigeon brings the makings and the chick makes the nest.
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Nostalgic Memories!
A crow built a nest on our tree
taking up the sticks from the broom
and laid its golden egg and sat over it often.
No loitering of rats, cats, squirrels there!
The crow would caw to call out its kin
and roust the menacing creatures away.
A fledgling hatched out, and crowed a hoarse cry.
When its chick went near the edge of the nest,
The crow would draw it in with its beak.
If the rains poured, it would cuddle its chick.
A flock of crows cried, “ caw, caw, caw, caw! ”
and urged the young one to flight off.
My Goodness! I see it again near the nest daily morn.
Nostalgic memories bring the birds too back home.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Planet On The Table
Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
Other makings of the sun
Were waste and welter
And the ripe shrub writhed.
His self and the sun were one
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.
It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,
Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Pigeon and chick, by your beak you attain beauty.
Japanese lullaby
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,--
Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging--
Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
Away out yonder I see a star,--
Silvery star with a tinkling song;
To the soft dew falling I hear it calling--
Calling and tinkling the night along.
In through the window a moonbeam comes,--
Little gold moonbeam with misty wings;
All silently creeping, it asks, "Is he sleeping--
Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?"
Up from the sea there floats the sob
Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore,
As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning--
Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more.
But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,--
Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes;
Am I not singing?--see, I am swinging--
Swinging the nest where my darling lies.
poem by Eugene Field
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Inspired by Issa - Abandoned nest
chirp, just one chirp
mom comes with feed
for chick
abandon nest
mother bird and its chick
having grown up
inspired by
alone he cries
the motherless bird...
autumn dusk
-Issa,1803
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To cure a cold you need the warmth of a pigeon's nest.
Chick-a-boom
Hey girl,
When ya swish and sway
In your yellow dress
cross a crowded room,
Boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom.
Hey girl,
Freckles on your arm,
Freckles on your face,
Cant we find a place
In a crowded room, we go
Boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
[boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom] (backup singers)
Boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom]
Boom, boom, boom, chicka-boom.
A-hey, girl,
Im goin away,
But Im comin back
With a ginger cat.
What ya think a that?
Hey girl,
I goin away,
But Im comin back
By the railroad track,
Where the trains go by,
And we sit and we cry in the gloom,
Boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom]
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom]
Hey girl,
[chicka-chicka-chicka-boom]
When ya swish and sway
In your yellow dress
cross a crowded room,
Boom,
Boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom]
Boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom]
Chicka, chicka-boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-chicka-chicka-boom]
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom]
Chick, chicka-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom]
Boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-chicka-chicka-boom]
Chicka-chicka-chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom]
Chick, chick, chicka-boom,
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom]
Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick,
Chick-chick-chick-chick, chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
Chicka-boom, chicka-boom,
[chicka-chicka-chicka-boom]
Chick-chick, chicka, chick, chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom,
[chicka-chicka-chicka-boom]
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom]
[chicka-boom, chicka-boom-boom]
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Money is Great
Whole thing is that,
Money is great.
Money makes you here go;
Money makes you there go;
Money makes the mare go;
Money makes the share go.
Whole thing that money is great.
Money makes the business go;
Money makes the easiness go;
Money brings you luxury;
Money makes you merry.
Whole thing is that money is great
Money gives nice sound;
Money brings people around;
Money brings wine, beer;
Money brings all the cheer.
Whole thing is that money is great
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk .. a few old things
And is gone,
Gone with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.
Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she’s gone.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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That Pigeon
Tony just brought
a pigeon
in his house
put it in a cage and
feed it
some grains
beside a bowl of
water
Every night since then
i cannot sleep
hearing always the sound
of a sobbing woman
grieving
i keep telling myself
that it is just
a pigeon temporarily
adopting to a momentary loss
of her freedom
Horrible nights
lots of horrible nights
the sounds of groaning griefs
are penetrating the walls of my mind
until one day
the pigeon died and Tony buried it
beside his house
now the pebbles are giving me
the silence of the dead
the air is so quiet
looking at an empty cage
somehow i feel guilty
not about the pigeon but about Tony
well, the story is quite long
what business do i have there?
last night i was thinking
what if it was Tony who died
and the pigeon went out of that cage
and buried him there
beside that lonely house?
shall i not hear the grieving sounds of
that pigeon again?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Down 4 U
Chorus
Ashanti [Ja Rule]
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
[ Do ya trust me? ] Yeah
[ Love me? ] Yeah
[ You're puttin' it on me Ya must be ]
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
[ It ain't only for the RULE baby ]
I ride for u, Down for u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
[ Verse 1 - Ja Rule ]
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger next to the finger ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE
God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's RULE baby
[ Verse 2 - Vita ]
True baby
It's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
Cuz I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it
And if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you It's all in it
Then I'm satisfied til' you come back to me
Holdin stack and jewels
V-i-t-a and my nigga J-a RULE baby
Chorus
Ashanti [Ja Rule]
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
[ Do ya trust me? ] Yeah
[ Love me? ] Yeah
[ You're puttin' it on me Ya must be ]
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
[ It ain't only for the RULE baby ]
I ride for u, Down for u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
[ Verse 3 - Ashanti ]
I'm gonna be here when ya need
RULE baby can always count on
song performed by by Ashanti
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The Confused Birds
Sometimes things happen the way you don't want them to,
There was a Pigeon and a Dove to guide the life through,
Together they ate, Together they flew,
The pigeon was ready to wait a life long,
But the Dove had a rough stance that you move on,
The Dove always wanted the Pigeon to be comfortable,
But always thrash think that she didn't deserve such awesome individual,
The matter was closely watched by a gardener,
He called them...
The Confused Birds.
poem by Vikrant Jog
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Death Of Samantha
Two, one, two, three, four.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm with people, i thank god,
I can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.
And something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Death Of Samantha
Two, one, two, three, four.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm with people, i thank god,
I can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.
And something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Build Your Nest
Build yo' nest
Build yo' nest
Build yo' nest
Build yo' nest on tenderness
The nest is yo' home and launcin' pad
Vibes ain't good gotcha' feelin' sad
Build yo' nest on love that tells it all
Gives you the strength to walk mighty tall
With a song in yo' heart most every day
song performed by by Earth Wind & Fire
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The only difference between a pigeon and the American farmer today is that a pigeon can still make a deposit on a John Deere.
quote by Jim Hightower
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He Makes The Things Between Us To Be True (Collins Sestets)
I am set to love God more than anybody
His principles, character lives in me
the very essence of love is such
that one cannot love a person overmuch,
He makes the things between us to be true
which brings His love to that in me and you.
My joys are many, my sorrows are few
and every day with you is something new
while to me you are much more than a friend
the depth of our feelings is without end,
He makes the things between us to be true
which brings His love to that in me and you.
Daily I only want to love you more,
being together with you that I adore
with you small hand in mine on life's pathway
while we constantly head to the new day,
He makes the things between us to be true
which brings His love to that in me and you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The marriage day
Marriage in human life
Brings a man a wife
And a woman a husband
Who make their lives grand
It adds honour to one’s personality
And brings clarity to our duty
It brings joy to the bride, groom
And to every body in the betrothal room
It is not to unite two bodies
But to ignite two souls
It may give the couple a son
Who shines as bright as the sun
It may give them a daughter
Who is as useful as water
And makes their lives better
Why don’t we celebrate it on twitter?
We may celebrate it in peculiar ways
In different countries
The rituals may be variant
But the bond should be permanent
Marriage makes the two people one
And makes their life a fun
It makes the civilization run
Why don’t we publicize it as much as we can?
poem by Venkata Lakshmi Narasimharao
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An Intruder, cont, cont
The first thing I did next (actually rather fine)
Morning was to open the door and check on Pigeon.
I admire determination in man or bird
Even determination ventured for its own sake
There being no other course to choose;
That, notwithstanding, in all faith,
I expected to see Pigeon fled, the flower pot empty,
Her shambles of a nest gone, gone, gone,
Blown, stick over piddling stick under paltrey stick, to the four corners-
Swept away, like Giancarlo Giannini
In the so-named movie popular a few years back.
But (surprise) , weatherwise all was fine and morning-bright
Whereas the heavens were low and kvetchy, overnight,
Now they were high, preternaturally blue and cloud free;
Whereas, last night the rain made credible the flood-myth
Now the leaves were pliant, crisp and green,
Like the skin of youth, restored,
As though to show, despite the furor of the storm
They pulled through pretty good, anyhow.
Only some water stood placid in the bowls
To evidence the deluge of the night-
The bees already grazing in the buds
As though it never happened, the storm,
Nature being so resilient, usually,
Recovery, for her, just another part of the game-
Foregone, for granted taken, no big deal.
The stone was bathed in squares of yellow light
And barely any shade. But Pigeon? Prepared for the worst
And peeping between two parted fingers, hand
Otherwise shielding my eyes, I forced myself to look:
Ausgezeichnet! (or whatever the word is) there she was!
Quite unflapped and looking in fine feather
Sitting roundly on the flower-pot nest, half-sunk,
In that peculiar red-eyed trance
I called determination-if it wasn't just instinct working
Looking, if anything, cleaner than before,
Looking as if nothing happened,
As, indeed, nothing really had,
Storms unfraught with memories, correlations, remembered horrors
To those living in Nature. They simply are.
'Hi, Pigeon, ' I cried, quickly forgetting my fears, ....
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Chick
When I was a kid,
We used t' keep some chicks on farm.
They were cute and fun.
One day so sunny
A breeze of wind came along
And brought a kitten.
The cat looked around;
The cat sniffed and eyed a chick;
The cat mewed 'yum, yum.'
The chicks heard the cat;
The chicks thought: 'Jesus, help us! '
All rushed home but one.
'Folks call me Thomas, '
The bully cat told the chick.
'You call me no Tom! '
'You work for Thomas,
Everybody works for me.
You hear me, you bum? '
'Go get me some food,
Sing me a song, make it rhyme,
But don't play the drum.'
'Amuse me, and please me,
So I make it a quick kill.
Let's party 'n' have fun.'
The chick went nearby
And got them a bottle of wine.
They drank, the chick 'n' Tom.
Insober they were,
And lots of chatting they had.
Much was forgotten.
When the morning came,
Tom was fully unconscious.
He mixed wine with rum.
The chick was so-and-so.
He lifted his head and said:
'God! What have I done? '
'I killed Tom, the cat!
God, forgive my haplessness!
I learned the lesson.'
April 08,2010
poem by Montazar AnNayef
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