Short; Nature; Silly; Birds: The Pebble (Boink)
For ten thousand years, on a lofty mountain ledge, the shiny pebble sat,
until this afternoon when a brazen raven.....dropped it squarely on my hat.
I guess I had it coming, as I planned to steal chicks from her nest.
Soooo...I guess I'll now give up my quest, ... and hike back home to rest.
But, ....although I've forgiven the offending bird....[who's croaking now with glee],
I'll tweak her beak unmercifully.....if she drops, again, that pebble on me!
poem by Bri Edwards
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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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Pebbles
pillow of comfort and ease
like pebbles over the waving stream
soothing, authentic and pebbling
my eyes see each pebble
as it glitters beyond the still water(s)
and smiles back at me in awe
each pebble utters a thousand words
with one but different meanings
for one word
a diverse attitude of meaning,
i rise to my body and pebbled
by the waves on the banks of the river
footing towards, to pick a pebble
as i close(d) my eyes to rest
on my pillow...
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Pebble Justice
he picks up a pebble
and throws it into the sea
from a cliff
he asks: this is not a place
for pebbles
so this is not a pebble
i will return it to the sea
and be with the sands
and shells and
waves and winds
and seaweeds
and crabs
does he not wonder at all
if he has the power to decide where a pebble must be?
sometimes people assume so much
behaving like a god
must he think a little deeper and realize
that what is proper for the people is not proper for a pebble
that pebbles too have minds of their own
and who know if the same pebble to thinks
that the cliff is not the place of man
assuming to be its own god?
must he be considerate enough that pebbles too have
their own invisible feet
and well developed brains
and that when the man throws it into the sea
on the ground only of
impropriety
that the pebble may have objected it vehemently and could have
used its own hidden powers
but only that it did not show it
by reason of pity that this man
is so dumb
and so limited
in the flesh of its
own selfish
understanding?
does he not know that a pebble too demands respect
have privacy
and soon shall take its
inevitable revenge?
'bury mankind! they have thrown us away
without our consent' that is their clamor now
in their own
Pebble Court using their Pebble law
to be judged later
by their Pebble Magistrates.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finding A New Pebble
Meeting you is like
Finding a new pebble
Out at sea. I don’t
see
Any similarity
with
The rest
i say
you're unique
And
no one
Believes this pebble
in my hand is
Something significant
In fact
Everyone does
Not really mind
At all
Saying it is
Nothing but a
A very ordinary
pebble
But in my heart
It isn’t
It is something
That
Amazes me
with its texture
of solidity
and
metallic color
it has
Changed the way
i look
At all the pebbles
on the
shore
you lied.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coming Home
Ive not been home
For so many years
And I did not regret being gone
Please tell me when did we talk
And when did we show
That we do care for something called love
Oh no, dont you despair now
Im as grown up as can be
Cant you forget everything
And this time listen to me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you help me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you love me
Its time to remember
What weve done together
I guess it is more than we know
And we should be open
And turn back the wheels
As far as we can go
I know I am your son
And everything else dont seem real
I want you back like never before
I cant take another goodbye
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, cant you be there
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, dont you leave me
Whats dones done - Im your son
Ive been hurt by your lies
I want peace after all
Thats why I want you to let me come home
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - lets fight together
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Home - Im coming home
Im coming home - time heals the scars of the past
Im coming home
Im coming home - to be by your side
Im coming home - Im coming home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Im coming home - Im coming home,............
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Beach Pebble
Everyone has
at one time or other,
picked up a pebble on the beach,
turned it over in their hands,
sensed something of its uniqueness,
how millions of years have gone to the splitting
and the smoothing of the rock,
to the perfect shaping of the pebble.
Few of us stop and think for longer.
It is a momentary glimpse into an eternal process,
but we dropp the pebble and carry on walking along the beach.
poem by Howlin' Dervish
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Ambition
what i hold inside my pocket is just a pebble.
it is all that i have now.
i take it again put it on the table and look at its face closely
you know that it has no eyes
or hands or feet, i let it stay there as though there is only one pebble
in this universe of sands, i listen.
i let time stop for a while.
i look at the sky tonight and there are so many stars.
they are so distant you know that and you feel that
i take the pebble back in my pocket,
there will be no exchange, it is enough for my anchor
it is now my own rock.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Pebble In My Shoe
a pebble in my shoe
i want it removed
a pebble in my shoe
a disturbance
in my mind
a pebble in my shoe
an enemy
in my feet
yet wait
let me recall
a grain of sand
inside the clam
a pearl
in my hand
once a pebble
in my shoe
let me walk again
let me remember
the pearl
in the clam
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Diamond Mountain
Wind blows.
Rattled an invocation
two thousand years old
from bronze temple bells.
Brushes a susurrus
from ten thousand oak leaves.
Draws from their branches
the moaning
of two hundred year old wood,
the dry sound
of a long forgotten oboe.
Causes a seventy year old man
on a slatted bench
to tug a scarf across his chest.
Wind drops,
and slips back
into eternal silence
of measured decay.
Wind undefiled
speaking in many voices.
Diamond Mountain is
one hour high,
one hour wide,
one hour deep.
Every hundred years
a small bird comes
and rubs its beak.
When the whole mountain
is quite worn away,
the first second of Eternity
has passed.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Denied
I'm trying, denying
why won't you ever talk to me
I know it, can't show it
I guess it's kind of hard to see
I'm learning, confirming
the lies a thousand times before
I know it, can't blow it
not long before you shut the door
I'm trying, denying
I guess it's never supposed to be
it's coming down now
it's coming down because of me
when I look into your eyes
you know you've got me hypnotized
all I want is to hold on
I know all these problems just begin
it seems as if they'll never end
all I want is to hold on to you
want to lay back and close my eyes
dream of things I could not find
just lay back and close my eyes
I'm trying, denying
I guess it's never supposed to be (just lay back and close my eyes)
it's coming down now (just lay back and close my eyes)
it's coming down because of me
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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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.
Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.
quote by Jean Rostand
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Somebody Get My Mom
Woke up today in a van
Traded my pillow for a Miller Lite can
And in two more days I lose the guitar that I hawked
Slurped down a beer then one more twelve ounces later
I was outside your door and the pebble i threw
Was probably more like a rock
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, somebody get my mom
I just want my mom, get my mom
Authorities came, I guess I was gone, next thing you know
I'm passed out on the lawn and boy did I wake up fast
With a rotweiler's tongue in my mouth
Wrote you a note but it got soaked when i went deep sea fishing
And I fell out of the boat and got caught on the trout line
And wasn't found for three days
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, somebody get my mom
I just want my mom, get my mom
Mommy, she makes me cobbler cause i hate pie
She coached baseball when we needed her
We lost every game but to her came in first
And I'm so glad that she met my dad
I wouldn't be here if she never had (let's go)
I guess this is it the end of the song
Just my luck, nobody sang along
I guess I'll put dow this guitar and take the mongoose back home
Somebody get my mom cause I think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, (I just want my mom)
Somebody get my mom (somebody get my mom)
I just want my mom (I just want my mom) get my mom, m-o-m-m-y
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song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Lessons from a Woodpecker
The woodpecker will not give up,
Until the hole it planned is made!
It walks upon the trunk upside,
Its clawed feet holding bark firmly!
It pecks and pecks while turning head;
It bangs and drums upon the tree;
It hammers, chisels, saws and files,
The sharp beak digging circularly!
The pecking actions cause echoes
In air surrounding bird on tree;
With great a force, it pecks each time,
But does not mind feeling giddy!
It pecks and pecks as wood chips fly;
The bristly tongue helps it to clear;
The beak keeps hitting edge of hole,
As head of bird, then goes deeper!
It takes a month to make a hole!
The woodpecker will not give up;
It comes back to the hole each day,
And deepens it some more, some way!
The woodpecker has taught me how
Hard labor, perseverance clicks;
And lo! The nest is filled with love,
As noisy cries come from new chicks!
Yes, Mother Nature teaches all,
Such golden lessons for no fee;
Oh, listen to her daily call;
Success will smile on you, may be!
When one has aimed to do something,
Come in the way, don’t let a thing;
Work till the job is fully done;
Nothing in life, you leave half-done!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-15-2010
poem by John Celes
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Maybe Just Once
I cant believe
That what I feel
Is finally happening to me
Make it hurt
And point a finger
At my insecurites
Well I guess I just dont understand
About those complexities in your mind
And I guess I just dont understand
Why this world seems so unkind
Maybe
Maybe just one
I get just whats coming
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming to me
So once again
The way you feel
Youll never ever stay the same
And Im to blame
I wonder just who made
The rules up for this game
Well I guess I just dont understand
About what you want and what you need
And I guess I just dont understand
About why this is how it has to be
Maybe
Maybe just one
I get just whats coming
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming to me
So go around
You say those thousand things
You think you have to say
Look at me
And tell me loves not such
A hard word word anyway
Well how can you can count on me
I thought you realized for sure
And how can you just believe
I thought I deserved a little more
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming to me
Oh god
Whats coming
Oh god
Whats coming to me
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Just One Touch...
Just one touch,
Unknowingly…
Imprints of silent love…
Fragrance of fingers…
Myriads of self kisses
On the same spot,
Later in the secrecy
Of bedroom.
As a pebble dropped in rill,
Thousand romantic ripples…
poem by Fabiyas M V
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TOMAD: Think of Me as Dead...[Personal; Death; Humor; Friends]
For family, friends, and acquaintances, I've a thought to share.
In the future if you think of me, think of me as dead. If you dare.
It's really for your benefit as soon you'll plainly see.
You'll really like the feel of it, if you are like me.
There's no need to know the cause of death. I don't mean to alarm,
but if you think it would help, I've a scenario of 'harm'.
Now 'harm' isn't what I'd call death. But I needed a rhyme.
I'd just call death a natural progression of the sands of time.
The Scenario:
Just imagine me in some mountains, hunting a golden eagle's nest.
It's such a romantic way to die as birds just are the best.
Anyway just imagine eagle carrying prey to its lofty aerie,
and me approaching from rocky ledge above, even though it's scary.
I'm dressed all in camouflage and eagle parents don't see me.
They fly away and I descend to nest, ....chicks reaching for my knee.
I could have shot some photos from several feet away,
but the chance to touch young eagles doesn't come every day.
Well I guess the eaglets had a similar thought when they both saw me.
One grabbed my right ankle while the other grabbed left knee.
Now I was getting quite excited, as you may have guessed.
I'll let you finish this scenario as you think is best.
BENEFITS of TOMAD:
Now back to why thinking me as dead really could be cool.
It's not an idle thought on a down day. Don't take me for a fool.
If in past year you've neglected to call, or send email, gift, or card,
you've now got the ultimate excuse to ignore this bard.
There's no good reason to communicate with a person you think is dead,
though I've heard some have tried such a thing. What's wrong in their head?
You can always think of me fondly, enjoy my memory,
and IF I call you, after the shock, you can smile with glee.
But once the conversation's over, you can think again of me as 'passed'.
I think you should give this a try. You may well catch on fast.
But don't think of the idea as only good for you.
I can see there could be some advantages for myself too.
If I think of myself as dead, no more chores I'll have to do….
including calling, emailing or writing.....to you or you or YOU!
(May 2012)
poem by Bri Edwards
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Front.
There's a Raven
that lives in the tree
that sit's at the bottom
of my garden
and my cat's have taken
to stalking it.
The only problem is
that this Raven
is as big
as they are.
Yet still,
everytime they slide
outside they
sit waiting for it
to land
on the grass.
And this morning it did.
It set down
straight in front
of them
and just stared
them out.
Very slowley
they backed up
and then in
a flash
came tearing through
the cat-flap,
up the stairs
and hid under the bed.
The Raven
hopped around for a few moments,
preening itself,
shaking out it's feathers
and then flew
back up to
it's nest.
And I got to thinking
if they'd rushed it
they could've probally
taken it out.
I guess the art of bullshit
isn't just exclusive
to the human animal
after all.
Come On
I guess we know each other now for seven years
Why has it always to end up with tears
A little problem and soon discussions start
We bang our heads and we always forget our hearts
Somehow, somewhere
I guess I had this all before
Somehow, somewhere
I guess I had this all before
Come on, come on lets go home
Give the sinking ship a drink
I think its better if we go
Somehow my thoughts are running slow
Will feel sorry when I awake
So you better give me a break
Take your brown eyes and putem in a glass
Put some icecubes in and watch the rotting mess
Look in my blue ones and you know I never lie
Give me a drink and I say to you lets have another try
Somehow, somewhere...
You better give me a break
You better give me
You better give me a break...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Pebble
Time ia pebble
Life is water
Comeup with pebble
To make life pure
And truthful.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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