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King Of The Cage (Naani)

Balanced on one foot,
Head cocked to one side,
Blue plumage fluffed out bold,
Proud king of his cage.

poem by Dale Mullock
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The Battle Between The Rats And The Weazles

In dire Contest the Rats and Weazles met,
And Foot to Foot, and Point to Point was set:
An ancient Quarrel had such Hatred wrought,
That for Revenge, as for Renown, they fought.
Now bloody was the Day, and hard the Strife,
Wherein bold Warriors lost neglected Life;
But as, some Errors still we must commit,
Nor Valour always ballanc'd is by Wit;
Among the Rats some Officers appear'd,
With lofty Plumage on their Foreheads rear'd,
Unthinking they, and ruin'd by their Pride:
For when the Weazles prov'd the stronger Side,
A gen'ral Rout befell, and a Retreat,
Was by the Vanquish'd now implor'd of Fate;
To slender Crannies all repair'd in haste,
Where easily the undress'd Vulgar past:
But when the Rats of Figure wou'd have fled,
So wide those branching Marks of Honour spread,
The Feather in the Cap was fatal to the Head.

poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Bold & Reckless

(r. hine, j. obstoj)
Producer: rupert hine
Album: non-album track
B-side of the australian steamy windows single
From the the best uk/europe 12 and cd5
So yo think youve got a hold on me
But did you ever, or is that your fantasy.
Ill miss you when you go,
But, no pain wont show
Im free to search and go my way.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
I suppose youve been good to me
Maybe not enough to rock my sanity.
You never asked me questions,
And you never understood.
Im free to search and go my way.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
So bold, yeah bold and reckless.
Well, I cant live in a cage,
Ive just got to be free, dancin and flyin away.
But your always in my dreams, runin
Yes, your always in my dreams, runin
So weve been gettin closer by degree
But, you wont ever bring me to my knees.
Youll never make me shy,
And you wont see me cry.
Im still free to go my way.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
So bold, still bold and reckless.
Yes, you were always in my dreams runin
Always in my dreams.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
Yeah, yeah, so bold and reckless.
Yeah, yeah, so bold and reckless.
Still bold, still bold and reckless.
Still bold, still bold and reckless.

song performed by by Tina Turner
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One Chance

We have one chance.
One chance to get everything right.
We have one chance, one chance.
And if we're lucky we might.
My friends, my habits, my family,
they mean so much to me.
I just don't think that it's right.
I've seen so many ships sail in,
just to head back out again and go off sinking.
I'm just a box in a cage. I'm just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box in a cage.
Didn't mean to laugh, didn't know I had.
Didn't know the better part of what you said
cuz in your head you are not home.
Didn't get the joke. Didn't mean to poke another,
just to save myself
from some something something or another one.
Well walk home.
I'm just a box in a cage. I'm just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box in a cage.
We have one chance,
one chance to get everything right.
My friends, my habits, my family,
they mean so much to me.
I just don't think that it's right.
I've seen so many ships sail in,
just to head back out again and go off sinking.

song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Belch

Breathless, in a net, we captured you-
Ring around the yew tree
Threw you bright-eyed in a gilded cage
And watched to see what would happen next: Surprise!
You thrived and seemed happy enough.

At night you fluffed your feathers
And made yourself egg-big
For insulation-it was a nice trick:
Warmth to your remotest toes.

The kitchen light suddenly turned on,
Late, you'd be found head wedged
Under your wing, asleep for a sec,
Till you awoke, vigilant as ever.

Singing was not your forte. All day
Instead, you belted out your one sole note.
We'd hoped for better, but this was the
Way you registered your will in the world.

That human...

poem by Morgan Michaels
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Nothing Is Meant To Stay Fluffed Up

Nothing is meant to stay fluffed up,
With a fluffed up stuff that's tough.
And that which climbs to the top,
Comes down.
When an accustomed appearance of it,
Has become too familiar.
And a taste once craved has become enough.

It's in the nature of humanity,
That wishes and desires for something fresh.
Expectations exceed what has been tasted.
And only that which appears new on the scene,
Gets a treatment the old stuff moves aside to give up.
Has anyone observed lately...
The doings of what occurs naturally?

It's all relevant to the event of relevance.
And who and what determines it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memories and Marks

Foot prints in the sand
Tell their story

Side by side they stood
Right at sunset

As the sun was shining it's last rays
As the silver moon overtook

They kissed

Everything was perfect
Love was everywhere

Happy as could be
They walked

Leaving behind foot prints
A tangible mark

Eventually washed away
By waves of blue

But the memory remains

poem by Autumn Winds
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This England never did, nor never shall, lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

William Shakespeare in King John
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The Swan Song

Now I'm getting all fluffy for Bedtime Stories, this is how I see the Ugly Duckling in a Poem form, and I hope I do justice to the timeless classic by Hans Christian Anderson.

Do you remember?
The story of the
Ugly little bird
It was picked on
And trodden on because
Its plumage was plain

It grew up alone
Thinking it was
To clumsy to play
It watched with a tear
Alone and afraid

As winters and summers
Passed its lone life
It grew up with fear
And lived all alone
Accepting its life
It grew up that way
In the reeds of the marsh

But then one day
Hiding behind
The reeds of the marsh
It watched a swan land
In migration to pass

Graceful and pure
It bowed its handsome head
With grandeur and pride
He cocked his head held high
He swam to thro
To attract a new wife

And then just beyond
Behind the tall marsh reeds
He spotted the beauty
Alone and afraid

And it stopped in its wake
To bow its head
Just once more
At the confused ugly duckling
Behind the reeds of the mash

Taken by surprise
It cried in confusion of fear
Why do you mock me?
With your head so low
That only happens
When taking a wife

Said swan to the duckling
Its head still bowed low
Your beauty is wonder
Come now be my wife

Shaking its head
In cried in its rage
I am not a beauty
I cannot be your wife

Slowly it lifted
Its fine handsome head
Then said to the duckling
Look yonder my beauty
At your reflection ahead

Then looking at ripples
Where its teardrops fell
The ugly little duckling
Saw a swan instead

The handsome young swan
Once more bowed its head
I beseech thee my beauty
Be my wife, be my friend

Now a young swan
And duckling no more
It ruffled its feather
Its plumage snow white

Then bowing with tears
Her beauty so bright
Together they flew
As husband and wife

poem by Kaila George
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Perfect Disguise

Well youve got the perfect disguise and youre looking ok
From the bottom of the best to the worst well what can I say
Cos you cocked your head to shoot me down
And I dont give a damn about you or this town no more
No, but I know the score
Need me to fall down so you can climb up
Some fool-ass ladder. well, good luck.
I hope, hope theres something better up there
Cos you cocked your head to shoot me down
And I dont give a damn about you or this town no more
No, cos I know the score
Broke my back

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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The King of Yellow Butterflies

(A Poem Game.)

The King of Yellow Butterflies,
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
Now orders forth his men.
He says "The time is almost here
When violets bloom again."
Adown the road the fickle rout
Goes flashing proud and bold,
A down the road the fickle rout
Goes flashing proud and bold,
Adown the road the fickle rout
Goes flashing proud and bold,
They shiver by the shallow pools,
They shiver by the shallow pools,
They shiver by the shallow pools,
And whimper of the cold.
They drink and drink. A frail pretense!
They love to pose and preen.

Each pool is but a looking glass,
Where their sweet wings are seen.
Each pool is but a looking glass,
Where their sweet wings are seen.
Each pool is but a looking glass,
Where their sweet wings are seen.
Gentlemen adventurers! Gypsies every whit!
They live on what they steal. Their wings
By briars are frayed a bit.
Their loves are light. They have no house.
And if it rains today,
They'll climb into your cattle-shed,
They'll climb into your cattle-shed,
They'll climb into your cattle-shed,
And hide them in the hay,
And hide them in the hay,
And hide them in the hay,
And hide them in the hay.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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To Chat with a Raven

Wind whispers through fingers
of ebony black pinions
Head cocked to watch me
as he drifts past my eyes

Apprising and appraising
My place in his dominion
Head cocked to watch me
As he effortlessly flies

To a graceful landing
Atop a lodge-pole pine
Then the head cocked again
Ebon eyes locked on mine

As if posing the question
Without uttering a word
What is your place here
In my world? …asked the bird

The question was stated
As a guttural squawk
Yet understood quite plainly
If one can parse Raven talk

On my precarious perch
On my pre-Cambrian ledge
I pondered the question
As I looked down at the sedge

Five hundred feet down the bottom lies
Perhaps a bit more… or less
I peered into the raven’s obsidian eyes
And replied “not really sure, I confess”

Did I come here to leap
Did I come here to die
I was rather hoping
You could tell me why

He croaked, with a fluffing of feathers
“To leap, to die? no, not a reason so craven
The reason my son, and a very good one
Was your need to chat up a raven

poem by David Whalen
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The Poet To His Love

ALL the flight of thoughts here, shy, bold, scared, intrusive,
Fluttering in the sun, between the green and blue,
Wheeling, whirling, poising, lovely and elusive,
How to cage the flying thoughts, my winged delight, for you?

Set a springe of rhyme, and hope to catch them in it?
Strew my love as grain to lure them to the snare?
Watch the hours built up, slow minute piled on minute?
Still the wide sky guards their flight, and still the cage is bare.

Gleam of hovering feathers, brushing me to flout me!
Wings, be weary! Rest! Who loves you more than I?
Caught? Oh fluttering pinions whitening air about me!
Rustling wings, and distant flight, and empty cage and sky!

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Rememberance Day

On remembrance day we honour all
Each gave their best enduring call
God bless each one for being there
All our service men did their share.

Soldiers young and soldiers old
Fought the war brave and bold
They fought in Air, Land and Sea
If not for them where would we be.

Some lived while others died
As they fought side by side
They fought many a day and night
Their mission sure their spirits bright.

The loved ones bore the greatest pain
So many thoughts will never wane
We're proud of all the forces who
Fought for the Red, White and Blue.

We'll never let their special day
Their time of honour slip away
Though we may not know each name
We thank all the forces just the same.

'Wrote for November 11 th'

poem by Hazel Connelly
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The Struggle

The struggle.
Just to keep warm.
The back breaking work.
Just to keep a roof over my head.
The minimum wage slave.
Or get locked in a cage.
With choices so grim.
Sometimes one must think outside the box.

A trade illegal by any other means.
But when comes to necessities.
It goes right out the window.
With the knowledge and know how.
We would all do something of which we shouldn't be proud.
What the courts say isn't what you believe.
With money it can be bought, but your conscience can not.
Guilt never goes away, it just sits their an rots.
Becomes a poisonous apple inside you.

The struggle.
Just to keep warm.
The back breaking work.
Just to keep a roof over my head.
The minimum wage slave.
Or get locked in a cage.
With choices so grim.
Sometimes one must think outside the box.

Talents so few.
Desires dwindling.
The candle melts away.
Their is a time limit.
Have I reach it yet?
I just don't know.
How could one?
I have no crystal ball.
I have no magic cauldron.
I have no special recipe.
I'm no Einstein.
He believed time viewing was theoretically possible.
I believe of the past most certainly.
But of the future I just don't know.

The struggle.
Just to keep warm.
The back breaking work.
Just to keep a roof over my head.
The minimum wage slave.
Or get locked in a cage.
With choices so grim.
Sometimes one must think outside the box.

A dedication to every one in the world.
No matter rich or poor.
We are all human.
We all have needs.
Let not lust or ambition to succeed turn into greed.
Lets lift each other up when we need help.
Lets not abandon someone for something ugly such as indifference.
Be proud of the rarity of our existence.
Realize life is precious.
No number should ever put upon it.
And know that these decision we make determine the outcome of the entire world.
No matter how powerless you feel.
No matter futile it seems.
Know you can make a difference.

The struggle.
Just to keep warm.
The back breaking work.
Just to keep a roof over my head.
The minimum wage slave.
Or get locked in a cage.
With choices so grim.
Sometimes one must think outside the box.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Bird In A Cage

a bird inside a cage
sings of freedom
a cage tied to a wall
dreams of resurrection
direct to heaven
with lines from a halo
inside a blue bird
with big blue wings
flying away
from here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue Rose

As the legend was told centuries ago…
The one who find the blue rose
will become the King; the loved one’s King.
A symbol of true love…
Eternal love.
Some would travel thru the desert
Unknown places…
Some would never return.
Thus the one who travel in a black Arabian horse
Opening all the secret doors,
Doomed by the most pure emotions…
The one who cross the sea of death.
The one who will flung in a dreamlike journey
The one who believe in magic will be the King of my heart
It’s going to be the one to attain the beauty inside my soul.
It’s going to be the one who will bring a original blue rose.
The one who will be by my side forever!

poem by Jade da Rocha
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Power of the King

Death be not proud
for you have no hold over my life,
Death be not proud
for I cannot die! !

Death be not proud
you instill no fear
Death be not proud
for my King lay down His life for me

Death be not proud
you have no power
you destroy just flesh and bone
you dont have the power to resurrect

Death be not proud
you own me not
for I have been bought
Death be not proud
for my soul shall live on,

In HIS Kingdom is where I belong! !

poem by Melissa Desiree Reddy
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Ocean Blue

Well you took me home
And you took me back
But deep down inside
The feeling just died and i
Couldnt see why
From indigo to royal blue
I travel far but no one will do
Anytime, anyplace
Every shape every face
Brings memories of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Fair weather friends might drift away
When summer ends and skies burn grey
So I walk to the ocean
Pilot these shores
Just thinking of you
Its time we kissed the clouds goodbye
From now on its strictly blue sky
Come rain and shine
The outlook is still fine
Im thinking of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean ocean
Ocean, ocean
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
I stand at the head of the queue
Theres mutinys every crew
Wishin and wonderin bout you
Ocean blue

song performed by by Abc
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Ability is the immovable asset.

Be proud that you are an artiste.
Be proud that you are an intellectual.
Be not proud that you are a king or queen
Of which you can be stripped.
29.05.2001, Berhampur

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sad Foot Sign

Sad foot sign
Why you gotta
Taunt me this way?
The happy side
Is broken now
It's gonna be
An awful day
And if I have
To drive back by
To see from
A different side
Would be enough
To say
The first time was
A lie?
Sad foot sign
The end is coming
That's what they say
Maybe you could
See it in
Your heart for one day
To let me feel
What it's about
To really be the life
To live and breathe
And see and feel
Then I can die
And when I come back
To this room
I'll put on
A uniform
And go into
The foot sign shop
Where you were born

song performed by by Eels
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