The Flight Of a Bird
Wings stretched, eyes wide
As the nest wobbles side to side
The small bird sits on it's edge
His heart racing as he looks off the ledge
A little lumo in his throat keeps his beak tight
And he swallows and takes in the sight
His small heart pounding, his tallons spread
Thoughts racing through his head
He bounces once, twice, his first try
He lands on his back, back in the nest, and lets out a sigh
He gets back on the edge for another try at flight
He watches, determined to fly before night.
He bounces again and rises into the sky
His eyesclenched closed, he gulps, and hopes he won't die.
A little squeak omes from his beack
He flops his wings with fury and he takes a peak
His eyes now wide with joy with pride,
He flies so gracefully, as a human may stirde
Through the endless daylight
He flies like a small childs kite.
His heart slows as he swoops
And he preforms a loppy- loop
Then he sees the light dim and he swoops like a jet,
As he flies into the sunset.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The red weaver
The red weaver flies from a plate of bulrush
dances on a branch while it slap its red wings,
walking whistling to and thro,
before it whispers twittering deep in the reeds.
It flutters around draws sparks through the air,
swoops down at it's weaved nest
with a beak full of grass, twigs or some hay,
flies up and down and suddenly back.
There is something pretty to it that catches the eye
when through the blue sky it draws a glowing line,
when early in the morning it awakes me
when it hangs twittering at its small nest,
the red weaver flies from a plate of bulrush
before it whispers twittering deep in the reeds.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Owl
It’s a high veldt evening and an owl hoots
lingers with flapping wings,
stretched out claws and beak
and its eyes glow yellow
under the silver moon.
Does it follow the tropic of Capricorn
not weary or worn
follow the actions of the turning earth,
determining every small living thing?
Gracefully it flies on
in clear sight
as if the darkness is brought daylight
and then finding a new direction
zooms in on something, a tiny mouse or rat.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Nest
Far and wide I may travel,
Explore places, experience people,
But when I need a place to rest,
I head back to my nest.
Now I am at the edge with wings spread,
ready to fly to a new high
But in my heart I know
No matter how many caps I wear
My nest will always be here.
Here are people I hold dear
who I wish to be near
Here I learnt and fought to make a career.
Here I grew strong with nothing to fear.
Here I learnt to fight and when necessary bear.
Here emotions are felt beyond words one can hear.
Here a smile's always ready to greet each silent tear.
This is where my soul resides.
I refuse to become a guest,
When I come back to my nest.
A new life and beginning, a loved one all await
luring me to the west,
Yet my feet stumble as I try leaving my nest.
The future calls, full of promises
of offering me the best
But I feel, I already have it all
right here in my nest.
Why to risk leaving
what if I fail the test?
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush
I cling to the comfort of the nest.
There's a new feeling though
of a need to build
something of my own
So that to someone someday
I too may say
If you need a place for love and care
a shelter from the world's stare
where dreams you may share
and lay your heart bare
To you I can offer
with pride in my chest
Come in, take shelter,
For this is your nest.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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Birds Nest
Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
collecting grains
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows not where: and
The nest gets barren,
Lonely...
The bird DOES NOT GRIEVE
OR DOES IT
We humans, we do not know.
I want to fly!
yes, you do.
where do you want to go?
i am looking for a new home
how does one grow wings?
i want to fly...
it is the most quiet conversation.
the man begs to understand
why the mouth he is blest with does not take the shape of a beak.
the bird sings of many lands
the man has not yet been to
the little brown bird's heart is a ray of sun
but the man does not know
inside the wars are all in the making
outside it is still calm
the bird and the man kiss
the bird flies
the man falls asleep
the man flies
the bird is dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Right Thing
Let others probe the mystery if they can.
Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will-
The right thing happens to the happy man.
The bird flies out, the bird flies back again;
The hill becomes the valley, and is still;
Let others delve that mystery if they can.
God bless the roots!-Body and soul are one!
The small become the great, the great the small;
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Child of the dark, he can out leap the sun,
His being single, and that being all:
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Or he sits still, a solid figure when
The self-destructive shake the common wall;
Takes to himself what mystery he can,
And, praising change as the slow night comes on,
Wills what he would, surrendering his will
Till mystery is no more: No more he can.
The right thing happens to the happy man.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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To a Sleeping Child
Lips, lips, open!
Up comes a little bird that lives inside
Up comes a little bird, and peeps, and out he flies.
All the day he sits inside, and sometimes he sings,
Up he comes, and out he goes at night to spread his wings.
Little bird, little bird, whither will you go?
Round about the world, while nobody can know.
Little bird, little bird, whither do you flee?
Far away around the world, while nobody can see.
Little bird, little bird, how long will you roam?
All round the world and around again home;
Round the round world, and back through the air,
When the morning comes, the little bird is there.
Back comes the little bird and looks and in he flies,
Up wakes the little boy, and opens both his eyes.
Sleep, sleep, little boy, little bird’s away,
Little bird will come again, by the peep of day;
Sleep, little boy, the little bird must go
Round about the world, while nobody can know.
Sleep, sleep sound, little bird goes round,
Round and round he goes; sleep, sleep sound.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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The Eggs Of The Blue Bird On The Nest
the blue bird
takes care of its nest
all the white eggs
warm beneath its feathers
all those nights
and even cold days
and then when the eggs hatch
the fledgelings
prematurely spread their wings
fall off from the branch
where the nest hangs
on the following morning
you see the ants feasting on their flesh
ah! the blue bird sings again
readies itself for the rain
it escapes away from its sorrows
and flies away...far, far away
far, far away....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hawk
The hawk that flies’ above
And circles in the sky
Swoops and glides its self
Majestic in heavens wake
It sores above the clouds
And looks upon the earth
And has seen a many paths
That’s often lost in mother earth
It flies’ among the clouds
And stars and moons of the land
Searching and guiding
The souls that fly in its wake
It screech’s in the night
At the darkness that try to take
The souls that are new
At reaching for the skies
Talons out stretched
It attacks the darkness
That tries to envelop the soul
And rips the enemies’ within
Leaving you fragile and alone
Then it takes its flights
Once more above in flight
And watch’s and waits
For the darkness to hunt
In its flight
poem by Kaila George
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Continually the red weaver gambols
Continually the red weaver gambols around,
when the dove continually sings in sorrow
and he lands frolicking on the wet ground,
before it takes insects to its chicks
that twitter, jump up and down in the nest,
and at night when the moon rises silver-white,
when small sounds pierce through everything
then I hear a joyous song and then I hear him
tell about life, about every small thing,
when that small bird sings with caring affection.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Danger Bird
Danger bird, he flies alone
And he rides the wind back to his home
Although his wings have turned to stone
And we used to be so calm
Now I think about you all day long thats the moment that he cracked
cause youve been with another man long ago in the museum with his friends.
Here you are and here I am.
The jailbird takes the raps
And he finds himself spread-eagled on the tracks
But the training that he learned will get him nowhere fast.
And I know we should be free (with the rain pounding on his back he recalls)
But freedoms just a prison to me (the moment that he cracked long ago in the museum)
cause I lied to keep it kind (with his friends)
When I left you far behind. (and like those memories the rain keeps pounding)
Down, down, down
And though these wings have turned to stone
I can fly fly fly away.
Watch me fly above the city
Like a shadow on the sky.
Fly, fly, fly.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Blackbird
the black bird knows
places
it has flown all these years
but it is not
telling stories
what is in there?
what is the reason
for coming back?
the black stone
is its king and comes back
again
to worship it
until it takes it
pebble by pebble
inside its beak
inside its heart
and then the blackbird flies again
not coming back
it has taken what it loves
inside its heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Longs for
A little bird flies
She is looking her sun
Who always shine to bright the world
But she couldn’t find the sign
That sun appears yesterday
She is looking here and there
Perhaps she found any small sign
Just a notify sign “hi” from the sun
But, she couldn’t find it
So, she returns to her nest in silent…
Today… she beard to her mind
She will find her sun today…
She flies again to find her sun
She is waiting and waiting...
But, the sun seems disappear
Then she recall the messages
From her sun few days ago
I want to find my new transformation
Wait for me till fifteen days later
And you will see me evolve and prevail
She barely remember the messages
She only know that when she sees
The sun shines
Her world much brighter
Much shiny, much spirits
So she returns to her nest
Put the leaves and gathering into her nest
One each day so she could remember
The time that she will meet her sun again
And she wish and pray that her sun
Really will evolve and prevail into positive
To be a better Sun she ever met before
And little bird silent and wishing in hopes
poem by Minaslune Serene
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I Care
She has gone, leaving me behind
As I was never there before;
The feelings of mine,
As in so many words were never spoken;
I wander in the abyss of my mind
Without shore,
In search of the road that defines
Why a heart is broken?
In that loneliness, draws attention
An unknown creeper…
The swinging hands to seek support
Push through air a bit deeper.
While I put its hands around the rail,
"Dear", softly I say, "I am here."
In a depressing afternoon from my balcony
Clapping their wings when the pigeon couple flies away,
See two lives in the shells hang at the edge of a window ledge
Are about to cause dismay.
While I push them back in the nest with care
I murmur, "I am here."
Suddenly the darkness descends on earth
Thundering storm brings in rain
Hearing a stray puppy's cry
I walk out on the passing lane.
As it shivers without a shelter in absolute despair
I pick up the whelp in my arm to say, I care.
The pain within me seems to have spread its wings
All over the world, in every being.
I walk across to all to wipe the tears
And pull them in close to my heart to say,
I care.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Flightless Bird
My world is caged in,
I can not fly away,
I can not soar in the clouds,
With the wind and the angels.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I sit here day in and day out,
I watch so many people coming in and going out,
They stay here so happy so proud,
And they leave again without any care in the world.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I remember each face,
I remember them all saying hi waiting for a reply of hello,
They don’t understand how it feels,
They don’t understand what it’s like.
To be a flightless bird with clipped wings.
Wings tucked and head held high I sit here,
I wear a smile on my face and I keep myself beautiful and happy,
But inside all I can see are the bars that surround me,
I can’t get past them I can only sit.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
My world is a room full of people myself the center of attention,
Although I should not complain for this is my life,
And I make them smile I make the children laugh and look in my eyes,
And sometimes they look into my eyes and see my world through my eyes.
They know I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
They’ll stand and watch me as I walk around in my cage,
They’ll be there with me and try to understand.
Then they’ll have to leave and they’ll look over their shoulders.,
And they look into my eyes one last time,
Before they fly away into the world to bring back stories for the flightless bird with clipped wings,
They are my connection to the world,
They show me what they see through their eyes,
They show me wonders and beauties of a world I’ve never seen,
They are my window to the outside,
In their mind I can be a flightless bird in a world of wonder and of flight.
I am only a small bird in a cage that sits in a hotel,
Sits and watches as the world around me fly’s by,
I wait for the occasional stranger who looks into my eyes with knowing,
Maybe a person who is like me like a flightless bird in a cage,
They are my wings, the wings of a flightless bird who’s wings are clipped.
I sit in my own world and watch as it all moves by,
Day after day I watch and I say what is expected of me,
I sit in my world and I go on my own steady journey,
A journey in which I am a silent observer,
A flightless bird with clipped wings in a world of ever changing skies.
By: Bethany Maxwell
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Above The Wide Brown Country
Above the wide brown country in the gray evening sky
A black shouldered kite out hunting he hover as he fly
With quivering wings it hover suspended there in space
Scanning the ground for small prey it hangs in the one place.
And then it flies a little and the same pattern repeat
And scans around with it's microscopic like eyes for mouse or frog to eat
All in the depths of Winter it hunts for smaller prey
But most little creatures under cover on a chilly Winter day.
With black bands on it's wings and shoulders and mostly gray to white
The reason for it's common name of the black shouldered kite
In the weakening light of evening it is hunting out late
And may have to go to it's roost hungry as the clock on none does wait.
Above the wide brown country at a quarter after four
In the fading lamp of evening just an hour of light or a little more
Left for it for to make a kill and to ease it's appetite
And it may have to go to roost quite hungry for to spend a hungry night.
poem by Francis Duggan
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High Board
I teeter at the edge
Peering down into the deep
Precariously balancing
Eyes closed, imagining
If I take that step
There is no going back
The fall will be exhilarating
Heart in mouth, liberating
And when it is done?
What will I become?
Will I repeat the plummet
Or enough to say I've done it!
It's water after all
What is to be afraid?
It laps below, summoning
Cajoling, teasing, beckoning.
The edge and back, the edge and back
A maddening frustration
A pride that I'm defending
Backs away and starts descending.
poem by Stevie Taite
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Lighter birds can Soar high, Heavier can only Run on Legs!
Life itself is that eternal bird,
building the nest of clay,
When safety becomes its priority,
Closes windows and doors,
Only to feel itself in darkness,
depriving itself of fresh air!
Smaller and narrow will be its nest,
Where in, It can sing in darkness,
The song of its pain heard by no one!
Learning leads to plan its home,
With wider doors and windows,
Open to light and fresh air,
Its happy song liked by all,
Little heart full of love,
Wider than world as world feels,
Still the bird want more light,
Leaving the nest,
flying long and wide,
Wide will be its vission,
Wide will be space its eyes can see,
Great view of world makes it happy,
Only happy bird can sing melody,
The eternal tune of wisdom,
evergreen song that every life wants to sing!
Deep into space it can see,
Vision beyond galaxies,
nay, vission beyond narrow boundaries of human heart,
The bird's eye surely full of visions,
Free of views and thoughts,
heart has only one religion,
'soar as high as possible,
Less weight of sorrows,
less light of opinions,
Higher it can soar, ,
With lighter and efficient heart,
lighter, yet efficient
Heart,
Embedded in Lighter skeleton,
Less weight of head,
Strong heart make the flight easy,
Heavier the skeleton,
Inefficient heart,
Can only make the bird flightless,
It can only run on legs away from truth,
Never can fly, how can it soar high?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Be Wary
Men go crazy after wealth
It reaches some, unsought
It comes to some, unawares
But it eludes most, unbidden
Going after wealth
Is like trying to catch a bird
It involves great craft
Demands drill and discipline
Often it flies above our heads
Or it may perch on the height of trees
At times it swoops down to Earth
Or it may roost within its nest
Some catch it in a trap
Some hatch it in a nest
Some shoot it down to death
Those of brain and brawn,
chase it down to yield,
To a few it comes to alight on the hand.
But be wary, when you deal with it
It will die, if you hold it too tight
It will fly off your grip
If you hold it too loose.
poem by Valsa George
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Angel
Unconditional love, that is what youve given to me
And I thank god, that you will always be right here with me
Even though were apart, you know that you will always
Have a place in my heart,
And if you call out my name
Ill be right there, so you dont have to cry alone
Like an angel Ill fly to you
With my arms open wide
So you dont have to cry no more
And with my wings open wide
Ill do what it takes
So you dont have to cry no more
Now dont be ashamed of saying
Of saying just how you feel
Take fear from inside
Open up your heart and say whats on your mind
cause youve shown me love with meaning, never were deceiving, for you
Im dedicated thats why Im celebrating our love, and if you call out my name
Ill be right there, so you dont have to cry alone
Like an angel Ill fly to you
With my arms open wide
So you dont have to cry no more
And with my wings open wide
Ill do what it takes
So you dont have to cry no more
Like an angel Ill fly, with my wings open wide
When you need me, so you just have to open your
Heart, so just open your heart and youll know from
The start that you dont have to cry no more
Like an angel Ill fly to you
With my arms open wide
So you dont have to cry no more
And with my wings open wide
Ill do what it takes
So you dont have to cry no more
song performed by by Youngstown
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