Bird Song - Kookaburra
I suspect the Kookaburra,
For his methods are not thorough
In his highly-praised campaign against the snakes,
And the small birds, one and all,
Curse him for a cannibal
Though he certainly is cheerful when he wakes.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Crow
I detest the Carrion Crow!
(He's a raven, don't you know?)
He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,
And his sanctimonious caw
Rubs my temper on the raw.
He's a demon, and a most degraded fowl.
Blue Wren
I admire the pert Blue-wren
And his dainty little hen-
Though she hasn't got a trace of blue upon her;
But she's pleasing, and she's pretty,
And she sings a cheerful ditty;
While her husband is a gentleman of honour.
Cuckoo
I despise the Pallid Cuckoo,
A disreputable "crook" who
Shirks her duties for a lazy life of ease.
I abhor her mournful call,
Which is not a song at all
But a cross between a whimper and a wheeze.
Kookaburra
I suspect the Kookaburra,
For his methods are not thorough
In his highly-praised campaign against the snakes,
And the small birds, one and all,
Curse him for a cannibal -
Though he certainly is cheerful when he wakes.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Kookaburra Bird Of Prey
Hear the kookaburra calling at the dawning of the day
Laughing loudly on the gum trees in October morning gray
Little song birds screaming loudly kookaburra they all say
We don't want you on our gum trees from our valley clear away.
Scolding blackbird acting bravely kookaburra let us be
Last year you or else your kin bird killed and ate my family
But this year I'll protect my nestlings I'll protect them with my life
Don't you dare go near my children or their mother my dear wife.
But Kookaburra he laugh louder I am not afraid of you
I could kill you here this minute if I really wanted to
Getting tired of snakes and lizards need a tasty bite of meat
And a little pink skinned nestling would be very nice to eat.
Kookaburra laughing loudly monarch of all he survey
At daybreak in late October out in search of easy prey
Looking for nests on the gum trees out to fill his empty craw
With the flesh of little nestlings which he will eat warm and raw.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Highly Evolved Being
A highly evolved being
would not kill,
A highly evolved being,
would meditate and be still.
A highly evolved being
is “positively aware”
of everything including
birds in the air.
A highly evolved being
enjoys everything
and needs nothing.
They do not need see evil to be
“Postively Aware”.
For a highly evolved being
only shares,
and really cares
For all are ALL ONE,
from the same source,
For life becomes a meditation
and everything is a part of the whole,
everything works together
helping each other grow.
Grow and become the best
that they can be,
To be an effect on the future
and make it filled with merriness and glee.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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You Small City
You, small city
Covered by blue sky
And brown fence
I curse you
You, small city
A wide gate to death
And a doom of health
I curse you
You, small city
Full of mistrust
And breakage of vows
I curse you.
poem by by unknown author
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The campaign against the death penalty has been - while a powerful campaign, its participants have been those who attend all of the vigils, a relatively small number of people.
quote by Angela Davis
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Notes From Mambukal
i am learning
from the towering trees
i have seen the right of birds
to have a home
the co-existence of bats and
snakes
the essence of ripe fruits
that must remain on the ground
until they are rotten
when birds leave the seeds
after consuming all pulp
and flesh
the songs of birds
love calls
the hisses of snakes
the chants of earthworms
it was a night
when i dip my body to that hot spring
with healthy sulfur breaths
from volcanic
woman
when i make my self still
listening
always listening
and simply feeling what is warm
and tender
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heaven always bears some proportion to earth. The god of the cannibal will be a cannibal, of the crusades a crusader, and of the merchants a merchant.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The most highly praised woman is the one about whom no one speaks.
There are many methods for predicting the future. For example, you can read horoscopes, tea leaves, tarot cards, or crystal balls. Collectively, these methods are known as 'nutty methods.' Or you can put well-researched facts into sophisticated computer models, more commonly referred to as a complete waste of time.
quote by Scott Adams
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Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it. The man who knows how will always have a job. The man who also knows why will always be his boss. As to methods there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods. The man who tries methods, ignoring principles, is sure to have trouble.
There are many methods for predicting the future. For example, you can read horoscopes, tea leaves, tarot cards, or crystal balls. Collectively, these methods are known as "nutty methods." Or you can put well-researched facts into sophisticated computer models, more commonly referred to as "a complete waste of time."
Scott Adams in The Dilbert Future
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Forever (cavatina sequence)
Forever in and out the waves roll on,
poplars quiver
as the breeze time and again rushes through them,
the small river
is slowly flowing twisting to the sea
birds deliver
worms, seed and fruit chirping to new hatchlings,
cheerful they sing and fly and slap their wings.
It feels as if all the time in the world
we still have got
when you give me a small token as a
forget-me-not;
time suddenly gets wings and I love you
more than a lot;
the sun rises and again it does descend
while all of life feels as it has no end.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lyric four bulls
Woman walked in forest alone
Met man
Man aroused appetite for her
Man ran and knocked his head on tree
Tail grew out
Hairy jaw grew in mouth
Hind legs grew
Man metamorphosed because was
Lion cannibal
Tried to attack man
Woman asked cannibal
‘’where’re your four
red and white bulls’’
‘’Do you know them’’
‘’Yes, you sing their
Oldest lyric’’
Cannibal laughed
In hoarse voice
Sang,
‘’One red and white spotted bull is sold
One red and white bull spotted is stolen
One red and white spotted bull is swallowed
One red and white spotted bull is scattered
On earth, scattered on earth, on earth, on earth……………….., cannibal sang tune of ‘’scattered on earth’’ happily for long and until
He napped and woman disappeared.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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The herd of sheep.
I wake up; the sun wakes up.
As I wake up the sun wakes up.
When I wake up the sun wakes up.
Since I wake up the sun wakes up.
Because I wake up the sun wakes up.
I shall show you the day;
I shall dispel the dark.
I shall show you the night-less day.
I am the seer, the prophet, the son of God.
I am the God incarnation.
The head told; the herd of sheep followed.
12.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On Most Surfaces
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
song performed by by The Gathering from Nighttime Birds
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Meanstreak
Ive been to the left, Ive been to the right
Ive found myself in abudhabi, just a mirage in the night
Been to the high, Ive been to the low
And Ive been to lots of places that I didnt wanna go
But I aint see nothing to get me off my ass
And laughed at all the jokers wanting make me walk on glass
I could walk fore I could crawl
And I was meaner than a bad dog with his back against the wall
Animal, animal
Cannibal, cannibal
See em fall, see em fall
Im the guy that they call -
Meanstreak, I gotta meanstreak
Meanstreak, they call me meanstreak
I just dont know who I wanna be
The count of monte cristo or the sheik of arabia
Ive eaten rich, and Ive eaten free
Im the perfect culture vulture in the face of poverty
And I aint met no one who told me I got class
They say never feed the animal, the boys got too much flash
Im a guy they just cant teach
And I always kick the castle thats been built up on the beach
Animal, animal
Cannibal, cannibal
See em fall, see em fall
Im the guy that they call -
Whats your name?
Meanstreak
song performed by by AC-DC
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The bliss and the curse
A possessive spouse is bliss.
You are in her care. A curse too;
You are a suspect to her.
04.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
poem by Gert Strydom
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It is essential that there should not only be a limit on campaign spending but it should be required to say where that money is spent and how it is spent. I think there has been more abuse in campaign spending, actually, than in campaign contributors.
quote by Bill Scott
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Somebody Slipped Some Crack In Your Soup
That 'you'...
Are suddenly interested,
Of how I am affected...
By the state of the present economy,
Makes me highly suspicious.
How are you benefitting,
From this turn around of events?
By what other process can you use,
To make me thoroughly convinced?
Since there is nothing in your past,
That has brought your concerns...
To appear out of breath on my path.
That 'you'...
Are suddenly interested,
Of how I am affected...
By the state of the present economy,
Makes me highly suspicious.
Are you sure your activity is based on sincerity?
Or...
Are you here because you fear,
There are few spots left for you in heaven?
Which is it?
Because...
I suspect somebody slipped some crack in your soup!
And pointed you to move in my direction,
For thrills and kicks.
And they are loving every bit of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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