Early Works - Trapped By Life
I look out of my cage
at free blue skies
and as I do I ponder
asking myself why
am I caged in
by unspoken and unwritten laws
like and animal in a zoo
with murderous paws
Why am I trapped by invisible bars
when the government can live freely
on me and others like me
like scavengers on a dead prey
they fight amongst themselves
trying to squeeze the last dropp of blood.
Why do we let it happen?
Why? Why? Why?
Why do we let them lead us
like sheep to the slaughter?
Why must we take only the left overs
that only they see fit to give us.
Why? Why? Why?
Date unknown
poem by David Harris
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The Tame Bird Was In A Cage
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, 'O my love, let us fly to the wood.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Come hither, let us both live in the cage.'
Says the free bird, 'Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?'
'Alas,' cries the caged bird, 'I should not know where to sit perched in the sky.'
The free bird cries, 'My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands.'
The cage bird sings, 'Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned.'
The forest bird cries, 'No, ah no! songs can never be taught.'
The cage bird says, 'Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands.'
There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, 'Come closer, my love!'
The free bird cries, 'It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Alas, my wings are powerless and dead.'
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Eternal Freedom
They say the truth sets us free but lately it feels like it's been choking, suffocating, and binding me
Some people would describe me as free as a bird say I go with the flow, at least that's what I've heard
I hope this is just a phase because lately I've been feeling caged, I must have thought a thousand times about flying free, but somethings always been there thank God to stop me
As long as I can remember I've been in this cage as a matter of fact in this 'cage' I guess you could say I've been raised
But as the years go on I'm not gonna lie my love and need for this 'cage' has started to die and all because of my stupid desire to fly
'Why dont you just fly away free? ' You may ask me, because I'm afraid you see of what would happen if the ones I love were to catch me being something I promised I would never be
I'm afraid they'd no longer be proud of me and everything I've worked so hard for would be down the drain you see
'What is freedom? ' You may ask me, honestly I don't know none of us do really, for this whole world is caged and waiting to be set free and I long for the day when our savior will give us the key
The Key To Our Freedom Eternally
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Finding My Peace
I need to find peace somewhere. I need to let go of all the negtivie thoughts go like when you release a caged animal.
That animal wants to just run but I need to relax.
All day long that anmial thinks about is freedom. All day long I think about is finding my tiny little world.
I am like a caged animal in my littile world. All i want is to be free. Day in and day out I feel traped by all the negtive things in my life and feel as though no postive hings can or will set me free frm this cage.
But thats when god steps in and said marie you can do what youset your mind to. I replied thank you God for encorging me in a real time of need.
Every one needs encougement at times.
poem by Marie Cochran
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The Flightless Bird
Slavery was the nature, caged within,
Seeing the sun rays penetrate it wonders,
Upon which strategy shall I escape this cage,
Upon which wisdom shall I,
See the sun and not the rays,
The bird with fluffy feathers did ponder,
Unto its master it cried,
Brought food but it seeked freedom,
To cage the bird was love he claimed,
To be caged, such love was hate it pondered,
Caged without hope, the flightless bird
Such freedom was vain for the bird,
That prison cell used to be a shelter,
To be loved, in a different way,
Engulfing itself in its loose wings,
Dreaming things it never saw,
Seeing life it never experienced,
Searching peace which it never had,
To rest in that moment of anguish,
The master said to cage is to love,
The bird cried to cage is to slave
My thoughts were painted all over,
Looking there, she might just cove over,
Feeling the passion when she came closer,
Will she ever set me free, in this cage I suffer
Unto to me is like a flightless bird,
Caged in vacuum I feel so bad,
To love me you ought to think instead,
To leave me you ought to think you had
The more the sky is seen,
The more the ray come unto my sight,
The more you hold the cage,
The more I desire a rescue,
Unto that day shall I wait,
To fly and see the sky and the sun
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Face of the Tiger
Hungry for the prey in the night
The tiger is invisible behind the unknown
Slowly approaching his prey undetected
An innocent animal having done nothing wrong
The eyes of the tiger never look back
He knows what he wants for the night
The expression on his face seems harsh and cruel
Hurting an innocent animal for his appetite
The helpless animal has nowhere to run anymore
poem by Sarah Bruun
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VI
The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the
cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread
one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the cage bird, "I should not know where to sit
perched in the sky."
The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the
woodlands."
The cage bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of
the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the
woodlands."
Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing
to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to
know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my
love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of
the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore from The Gardener (1913)
Submitted by Silvia Velea
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The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple. And I think it's not that uncommon.
quote by Angelina Jolie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Independence Day Thoughts
if you've ever spent any time in jail,
you know how a caged animal feels...
now all of us here on the bottom end
of the economic system know this feeling again....
trapped, caged, angry, fearful....
it's not about color, religion, language, or whatever....
these are only the clothes we wear.
it's about human beings being disrespected,
about dignity and honor taken.
we went about our ways,
working, dreaming, just trying to live...
and turned a blind eye to what was going on...
now our indifference has bitten us!
but the courage of the individual,
the neighbor, and the family remain...
and it is in the grain of this tree
that the birds of freedom nest.
the human spirit defies the cage,
we will fly, or die...
it doesnt matter... these, our only choices!
we are destined to be human!
the open mind, the shared heart,
and joined hands, the sword we wave.
we will respect, and regain respect.
we will be free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
poem by Maya Angelou
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Caged Bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
poem by Maya Angelou (1994)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Thanksgiving (USA)
When we say Thanksgiving
We say we are giving thanks
But whom do we thank for giving
Do we thank the turkey who gave his life
Do we thank the plants that freely give us bounty
Do we thank those people who taught us how to live
Do we thank those people who showed us how to give
Do we thank God for our insatiable greed
For our murderous ways to meet imagined need
For the stolen land on which we stand
As I ponder these things that have come and gone
I am thankful that I can see the sun
I give thanks this day has come
I will enjoy it and work for a better one.
11/2/2007
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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Give Me A Cause To Fight For
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it as long as the cause is worthy and just
As long as the cause it does not entail violence or secrecy that does lead to mistrust
As long as the cause is of benefit to others like the forgotten children of the lesser god
Poor refugees who flee from war and famine the Stateless and the homeless and downtrod.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it though not in any violent way I'll fight
On Human Rights one never should stay silent to live free of persecution should be everybody's right
Even in some so called Democratic Countries political prisoners are being tortured and subjected to the worst of mental as well as physical abuse
All crimes against humanity are abhorrent and for them there cannot be an excuse.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it as it should be every Human Being's right to live free
Of religious and racial discrimination and of hunger, Homelessness and poverty
We often hear in post war propaganda they have their freedom now that the war is won
But those who say such things never realize that freedom never does come through the barrel of a gun.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it though I'll fight the fight with words and words alone
I am not without sin I am just a sinner so I won't be the first to cast the stone
In this so called age of enlightenment people's Human Rights upon are still trampled and bad things happen behind the prison wall
So give me a cause to fight for and I'll fight for it I will speak out for a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Freedom Is Always Needed
When everyone place a trap for animals
Any animal ca be trapped
When that animal is trapped it cries
And when any one is in a cage
They cries loudly
And without seeing its parents
In the black it dies.
poem by MOHAMMED Zuhair
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Caged Love
My love is caged
Like a wild beast
I see you walk by and growl
Deep within my throat
These bars that separate us
Will not be forever
One day I shall be free
To have my way with you
I stretch my claws for someday
I will claw you
I lick my fangs for someday I will
Bite your neck and thrash you
I shall stalk you
And crouch in shadows
With only yellow-green eyes
Will you see in the reflection of your light
I shall leap and pin your
Helpless arms with my my paws
I will look into your eyes and growl
You will feel my hot breath upon your neck
I will bite you, then taste your flesh
My claws will rip you
Bite after bite rip after rip
It will be my pleasure
My love is a caged love
But I will have my treasure
These bars cannot hold forever
Someday my love shall be free
poem by Midnights Voice
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Welcome Change
Change is inevitable,
But yet we fight it, just the same.
Change is essential to our evolution.
Change is going to happen,
In fact, it happens every day,
Maybe it is too small to see, or perhaps we would rather not see it.
We fight change, because we fight the unknown,
We fight the unknown, because we are scared,
Scared of change, scared of the unknown.
If we were to allow change to happen freely,
We might find solutions to the problems that exist around us,
But instead, we are hung - up on controlling everything around us.
Maybe this is the problem with the world today.
Everyone assumes control of everything and does not allow nature to run her course.
Maybe this is why, we have devastating fall out from Nature,
Natural catastrophic disasters, such as fire and flooding.
We fight change, therefore we are fighting nature and her natural being and her existence
in the world that she has created by God's hand and has graciously allowed us to be a
part of .
We should welcome change and allow nature to control our destiny.
Change is uncontrollable,
Change is inevitable,
Change is the unknown.
Nature takes pride in being one of life's illusive wonders, the unknown.
poem by Gina Whitacre
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Inside A Cage
he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever
the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it
he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice
he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't
he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason
he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again
in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him
his sense of privacy his taste for an enclosure
his genes his sense of wanting to be alone
his beloved prison where he keeps his sins
it is where his ecstasies are hatched and grown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Making Mistakes
now, i too have learned to live with mistakes.
i have accepted the idea that mistakes
sometimes come uninvited in the house of our own
imperfections
you comment that this should have been that
a post here and less light over there
a rug is better neutral in color
a bird should not be caged
and i listened carefully to every advise that you make
i nodded you have better ideas and i assured you
that i always take note of what you say,
and then when the party is over
and when all of you leave and i am left alone
i stand beside the door waving my hand
letting all of you go, and saying
take care, God bless us all, and have a nice trip back home,
i heave a sigh and goes back to the place where we were seated
i put my hands back on the table with left overs
and ponder upon every conversation and then i look around
for all the imperfections around me and i tell myself:
there shall be no change.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ten Percent Gospel or Malachi Syndrome
Tithe, Tithe, Tithe!
Your money give to God
Tithe, Tithe, Tithe!
Will your God you rob?
Mix LAW and FAITH together
And set a precedent,
Mix LAW and FAITH together
But start at ten percent!
For me to tithe? it's not of faith
It's like - not eating ham,
For me to tithe? it's not of faith
Don't make the gospel a sham!
Give Freely, Freely, Freely
For, in the Christ you are made alive,
Give Freely, Freely, Freely
And make His ROOD your tithe! ! !
'Freely you have received, freely give.'
Matthew 10: 7-16; Acts 4: 36,37
(The tithe in Malachi was food, somewhere along the line it's been changed to money, most likely
by 'money hungry' pastors who see themselves a as type of Levitical Priesthood, and live like
parasites off the sheep, the 34th of Ezekiel says it all.)
poem by Richard Merrell
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Happy Halloween
The blood that she let
Left me empty and upset.
My life now goes on forever.
I killed hitler with my fangs and a song.
His gardens died quickly,
He didn't belong.
Love was a dropp of blood for awhile,
Mine was to feed for the blood that she let.
Then I met friendly people on the street.
When I left them they were white as a sheet.
Tommorrow night I will eat candy,
My costume is real
My woman my blood to let
My tongue the blood to feel.
Give me a costume and reason to smile
I just use darkness and death all the while.
So, suck it up, you crazy believers
That we are the invisible creatures of myth
My journey for you
Is what she left.
The blood that she let
Is all that she left.
Happy Halloween.
Sympathy
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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