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Speed
rising from oneself
to the highest
sky
alone flying and
diving
and those who
watch
thought that this
is plain nonsense
for that seagull
may finally shatter
its bird's head
to a rock
it is not as simple
as that
the seagull has
learned the trick
of smashing itself
on the water
like a rocket
with a fuel at
its back
to speed to art
to life!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ode To A Seagull
rising from oneself
to the highest
sky
alone flying and
diving
and those who
watch
thought that this
is plain nonsense
for that seagull
may finally shatter
its bird's head
to a rock
it is not as simple
as that
the seagull has
learned the trick
of smashing itself
on the water
like a rocket
with a fuel at
its back
to speed to art
to life!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Clairvoyant
The Clairvoyant
Over a cold Nordic coast a seagull flies and sees
the bay between the island and the coastal town.
40 minutes each way by ferry. It’s an old gull and
has a blind eye and one leg; yes, you are right,
a real pirate I used to know years ago, it knew me
too when I was a cook on that a ferry boat, sat on
the mast and waited for me to throw scraps of
food into the sea shrieking harshly, it is the gulls
way of wishing me well.
This year has no ice in the bay, there was a time
when the ferry was icebound islander folk had to
walk on ice across to get to the shops, they still
do [there is a bridge now,) ferry been sold and
is plying its trade on the delta of Bangladesh.
The day is clear I’m a seagull and can see the past
lucid as the day it is lucky that I can’t see the future,
but there is a name that warms my heart: Falluja.
The down trodden, the raped, took up arms and
fought the mightiest army the world has seen and
won a moral victory that one day will bring peace,
to Iraq. I’m not a seer, but the old pirate is, flies
beside me now and harshly shrieks, it is the way we
seagulls greet each other.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Seagull
Seagull you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asked you where you are going
Nobody knows where you're from
Here is a man asking the question
Is this really the end of the world
Seagull you must have known for a long time
The shape of things to come
Now you fly through the sky
Never asking why, and you fly
All around til somebody shoots you down
Dadadada da da da down mm mm mm mm mm mm
Now you seasgull you fly, seagull you fly away
And you'll fly away today
And you'll fly away tomorrow
And you'll fly away, leave me to my sorrow
song performed by by Bad Company
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Hey! I am so restless - Original by Rabindranath Tagore
Hey! I am so restless
I long for the Farthest!
Days go by one by one
I look through the window
To see if He has come –
I want His touch so very much!
O the Farthest, the huge Farthest
Your flute’s music makes me impressed
So I forget I have no wing
And this small earth is my address!
I am absent-minded!
O the huge Farthest
I am indifferent as if I am dead!
In the sunny idle day
Trees make sound and shadows play!
The sky seems like your blue eyes!
If you could come here to stay!
O the Farthest, the huge Farthest
Your flute’s music makes me impressed
So I forget my room is locked
It’s of no use to try my best!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Unfortunate Soul
The girl at the window
clears the glass.
Looks out and sees
the warm sweet grass.
She sees a butterfly
on the pane.
Wishes to touch it
but it doesn't remain.
It's off somewhere
and in its place
arrives the image
of her face.
She sees the tears.
Wipes her eyes,
looks out again
and sees some flies.
Knocks on the window
to shoo them away.
Returns to her gazing
for most the day.
Strapped in a chair
for many long years.
Takes pleasure daily
when nature appears.
Without the window,
nothing to see.
No flies, no grass,
no butterfly free.
Must keep it clean
or she will die.
Nothing to see
not even the sky.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Seagull Flying On A Dimming Horizon
just that, what do you have to say more about it
just that
a white seagull flying towards a dimming horizon
a ship sailing away
the sun receding towards the other side
deep down the sea and then gone
just that, do not ever say that the seagull is heading home or running away
that is not so, there is no basis for such a personal conclusion
or just another imagination of your own loneliness by
association of that
white seagull flying towards a certain darkness
the ship turning to a dot dissolving on a horizontal line in front of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Storm Bird
Storm Bird
On the blue sky of eternity
The seagull flies
Surveying its domain.
You, master of the oceans,
If you tell me your story
I will give you a name.
And you will forever
Fly in my dreams and eternity.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Autobiography Of A Seagull
the mother of course is a white seagull
who made love with a seagull
one springtime
when all the snow have turned to sea
and there were ten eggs
i am the fourth to hatch from among the ten
hardheaded shells
all my siblings love the fish and the sea
and the breeze
except me
all the while, i want to be human.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ocean Canvas
gray shoreline
light blue sea
at the end dark blue
horizon
shadows of trees
on the other side
farther a hazy dot
the island of Apo
a seagull flies
dissolves to the hazards
of distance
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A journey begins with first step! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Oh great warriors
Of yore
Sages of folk lore,
Could you tell me
Why do I feel vanquished
In the face of victory?
Had no aspiration to build
Great empires,
Or enlighten
The ignorant.
Just a small aspiration
To be free
And protest against
Pressure of
Conformity…
On being released,
from captivity,
Stood dazed in front of
Open cage,
Like a bird
Who has forgotten the
Instinct to fly
Looked skyward:
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Soaring high…
Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is a fable in novella form
about a seagull learning about life and flight.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Love Poem #1
I really like
To write you
A love poem
Someday
One that
Looks like the
Shadow of
A young man
Fishing out
To the sea
And spreads
His net and
Paddles his
Way around
A school of
Fish and then
He waits
For a while
Dreaming
Only about
You
Then he
Sees a seagull
Encircling
Above his
Head flying
Over him
And then
Hovers
On the side
Of his
Boat like
Looking for a
Fish
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Garden Wedding
Bees were working the lavender
as a seagull flew in blue sky
red rose's perfume did wendan
the air scented breeze wafted by
Young couples prim in their proper
the elders stood off to the side
Photographer posed as poser
the beauty in beholders eye
Bees were working the lavender
as a seagull sang in new sky
the bride shoes rose color purpleness
her groom stumping rose white, near nye
Bees kept working the lavender
A seagull flew swiftly far sky
yellow rose dress bride surrendered
To her white knight with kiss, near fly
It's Never Too Late
Graham Russell/Michael Sherwood)
Take the river to the highest mountain
Take the ocean to the farthest sea
I'd take back everything I've said to hurt you
If you'd come back to me
I'd bring you fire from the frozen waters
Leave a flower 'neath a fallen tree
I'd take back everything I said to scare you
Away from me
Two hands can feel so much more
That's what I'm loving you for
I was too blind to see fear was inside of me
I'm not afraid anymore
CHORUS
It's never too late, it's never too late
To forgive and forget
Tell me that it isn't over, tell me that it isn't over
I'll never hold you again
If a broken wing can still be mended
Then a foolish heart can still be true
Take the river to the highest mountain
That's where I'll wait for you
Two hearts can feel so much more
That's what I'm loving you for
The man that you tried to free
Is still locked inside of me
And your heart must open the door
CHORUS
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song performed by by Air Supply
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A Diamond
A Translation for Robert Jones
A diamond
Is there
At the heart of the moon or the branches or my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind.
The poem is a seagull resting on a pier at the end of the ocean.
A dog howls at the moon
A dog howls at the branches
A dog howls at the nakedness
A dog howling with pure mind.
I ask for the poem to be as pure as a seagull’s belly.
The universe falls apart and discloses a diamond
Two words called seagull are peacefully floating out where the
waves are.
The dog is dead there with the moon, with the branches, with
my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind.
poem by Jack Spicer
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Like Thunder (Flag Remix)
If I was a flag I'd have no nation
Just the colours and the wind
And if I was a church I'd have no treasure
Except the prayers and the hyms
And if I was a seagull I'd just rise up
And carry my soul across the sea
Drifting beyond the horizon
Lost by the ground to be free
If I was a life-boat I'd be waiting all my life
For another stormy day
And if I was a dolphin I'd be playing all the time
Just playing my life away
And if I was a kite I'd just be laughing
And dragging you up to the sky
Setting you down on a white cloud
While a seagull's floating by
And the silence roars like thunder
song performed by by Alphaville
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Your Looks Have Touched My Soul
Your looks have touched my soul with bright
Ineffable emotion;
As moonbeams on a stormy night
Illume with transitory light
A seagull on her lonely flight
Across the lonely ocean.
Fluttering from out the gloom and roar,
On fitful wing she flies,
Moon-white above the moon-washed shore;
Then, drowned in darkness as before,
She's lost, as I when lit no more
By your beloved eyes.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Your Kite
you have the most likable
kite
the one that casts no shadow
on the ground
the one that flies the highest
reaching the
cheek of the sky
pulling the strings there
for rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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302
everything has been concealed
for years
i have lived with the pigs
in the mud
and ate the left-over foods
of our masters
but then today
i feel the feathers growing on my side
i have strong wings
my claws are pushing in my feet
no longer hoofs
and hair
the wind from the sea
breaks the truth it brings
on my beak is the break
once upon a time a seagull lost an egg in the pigsty
unaccounted
i was that egg
i am a seagull now
to the full
of my potentials
goodbye brother pigs now i must fly away to the farther seas
to the higher skies
my destiny
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nightingale Dropping
born to be a star, champion to any race, cloth to
fine victory, as the bastion of strength rise into the
sparkling sky, where the highest goal is to fly
the rain pours my hand and body giggling the narrow
of the eye i see, where the trembling skin touches
my whether skin, waiting the cooled heart bits to
end
the mastery of the moon cover the shadow of the
night clouds, moving to hide in the confetti’s of wind
that crumple the chime of a wishing bell as it echo in
a distance heart apart
come journey with me, travel and ride in my winged
song of praise, for know not the blind can see; but
an eye that tell of the beauty of a nightingale melody,
for the harmony of the harp witness the soul
immortality
turn me not and lead me to go, the air that breathe is
no where to sink, as the sky fall into the ground
and kiss the blissfulness of each passing hour has
something to play; nay! let the rise come in a
sweeping death of a returning scent of home
let the young flesh move for a while, like a seagull
of wings nestle in the surfing wave to stay, wonder
as it kites in the nightingale night it flies.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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