Migration
The big silver bird gorges them
as they migrate to the sun,
away from the winters gloom
and into sunshine and fun.
Hundreds wait in queues
waiting for their call
to migrate south for the winter.
Off to climates warm
the great birds soar across the blue skies,
to where ever their destiny lies
on their migration to the sun.
2 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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I think that by October the whole company has to migrate to OpenOffice, and then I think it's by June next year we all migrate to Linux - you don't want to migrate 6,000 people both operating system and office suite in a single jump.
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When a Migratory bird soars up
If you agree my friend, then I could have hide my sad poem
Underneath your precious wings as I cannot fly with these iron feathers.
When you migrate to a better place perhaps someone picks it and reads aloud;
'When I was in the cradle my poor Mom asked; ' Do you want to be a man or a bird? '
I said; ' Mom! I want to be a man and fly as a bird in the sky.'
Then she said; ' You'll be a poet some day my dear son and crawl on this misery planet like a reptile.'
[ Migration is probably the most awe-inspiring natural phenomenon.- Collins Atlas of Bird Migration.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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How Can You Keep On Moving
(agnes cunningham)
(c) - (f) - (g)
(c) how can you keep on moving un (f) less you migrate (c) too
They tell ya to keep on moving but (g) migrate, you must not do
The (c) only reason for moving and the (f) reason why i (c) roam
To move to a new lo (g) cation and find myself a (c) home
I can't go back to the homestead, the shack no longer stands
They said i was uneeded, had no claim to the land
They said, "come on, get moving, it's the only thing for you"
But how can you keep moving unless you migrate too
Now if you pitch your little tent along the broad highway
The board of sanitation says, "sorry, you can't stay"
Come on, come on, get moving it's their everlasting cry
Can't stay, can't go back, can't migrate, so where the hell am i
How can you keep on moving unless you migrate too
They tell ya to keep on moving but migrate, you must not do
The only reason for moving and the reason why i roam
To move to a new location and find myself a home
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Nature's whispers
you meet someone who
queries your every action
he sends your head spinning.
you are worked up and
like an goose you peck at him;
'Can you just take the action
as a response to nature's bidding
like the birds that migrate south every year
without asking why why why. You may
end up flying east instead of south.
Do you ask why your fingers are moving
from key to key when on the piano.
They would end up playing another tune.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rich Bounty
The trees are bare from winter,
all the foliage is gone,
but if you look closely
you will notice their life is yet gone.
On each limb of the tree
there is the awakening of new life from within
as spring sings its song
with warm winds and gentle showers
to warm and water the earth
bringing forth the rich bounty
that summer is waiting for.
The hibernating creatures will soon awake
to fill the land once more
as we bask again under the blue sun filled skies
as season follows season
to enrich our lives.
9 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Just March(ing) Along..
When Winter begins
to lose His touch
and his buddy Jack Frost
don't hang 'roun as much..
The days will be one day
all sunny and warm
then by morning wake up
to a winter snow storm
March isn't winter
spring, summer or fall.
March seems to be marching
into changing it all.....
March is a beginning.
March is a end.
Winters defeater (the spring time leader)
March is marching spring in...
poem by Connetta Jean
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Warmth in Winter
Church bells chime in a darker clime
When winter sets her chill upon me,
Storms that blow with ice and snow
Make birds migrate to a fairer state
Temperatures decreasing contantly.
But Christmastime is a radiant time
As winter sets bright lights upon me;
Each cottage aglow with mistletoe
Each hill and dale a fairy-tale
And peaceful hearts surrounding me.
Poetic lines are historic rhymes
When winter sets her calm upon me
Hymns of Bethlehem well we know
The story of Jesus will never fail
To warm the very soul within me.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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My Baby Bird
Is it true birds fly south for the winter
Wish i was a bird for just one day
I would fly to and perch on your window
My baby bird flew away
I love you my baby bird
But i had to set you free
I watched you glide with the wind high above the trees
Maybe i could be a boat and sail to your shore
I miss my baby bird
So next winter i will move south
I will look for you in the sky
You are no longer a baby bird as you have grown
Do you now have baby birds of your own
I long to see you again my baby bird my best friend
I wish i was a bird for just one day
I would sore sore so high
Wishing is all i can do for now
How is my baby bird
Do you miss me for i miss you
Bye my baby but not goodbye
Only a Chimera
little bird see her sunshine again
and she is so happy feel his brightness which warms all over the globe
little bird could sing again coz she knows that even far away
she still can feel her sunshine warms her heart even a bit, since he should
shares with others as well as his wisdom tasks
she is happy that still could hear many stories from her sunshine from his journey
she knows that she only one tiny bird among enchanting and precious birds
who always surround her sunshine for share brightness and warm of him
little bird is something which is nothing and she realize that from the beginning till now
that her sunshine only a chimera...
poem by Minaslune Serene
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Human beings are the only animal that thinks they change who they are simply by moving to a different place. Birds migrate, but it's not quite the same thing.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Keep me warm
A winter day will sometimes bring me the
flu, but I always wait on the blazing sun that
rises every now and then in winter season,
warm sunshine, warm you are, every morning
you bring your life, your lucent light warm up my
fingers, my face my body, sometimes my nose I
can't feel, but you indulge my face and warm my
cold days, your risen in winter season is like
seen you giving birth to life, winter, winter wont
give me the blues, nor make my days gloomy,
there will always be you cheerful and bright,
my mornings you bring the gift of sunlit, a glint
of sunshine can make me feel blessed,
unalterable you are, sovereign, enigmatic
and brilliant to all beings.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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It Is Such A Beautiful Evening
Than Spring it is far more like Summer a summery warmth in the breeze
And sunshine on the old Town and Parkland and sunshine on the bushes and trees
The greeness of Spring all around me such beauty that cannot fail to please
The weather quite warm for September well over the twenty degrees.
Though early Spring few birds are singing in the warm sun of the day
They sing in the cool of the morning or in the twilight's fading gray
The Winter is finally over though Winter weather was far from severe
We may be due for an el nino a warm Spring is looming this year.
The heaths and prickly bushes are covered in their blue, pink and bright yellow flowers
They came to bloom in the late Winter in the cool and invigorating showers
The pardalotes by their nest entrance in a tiny hole in the ground
Wee wren sized birds spotted and pretty where they live small insects abound.
It is such a beautiful evening the swallows they chirp as they fly
And the sun with the warmth of Summer is glowing brightly in the blue sky
And the first brown butterflies of September are flitting in the balmy air
Alone and contented with Nature such moments are precious and rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Autumnal Aura
Autumnal Aura
The fall month of October, in upper Algarve,
is still warm but with cooling evenings and
sunlight begins to fade earlier every day.
The sky is still blue, if paler than yesterday’s
and has white strands of clouds near its
horizon. Windless is this day but birds on
the roof, have left their nests flown south,
Africa I think, for a few month. They will be
back in March have their chicks and make
a lot of noise. The man from the forest has
delivered winter wood, wrote him a check,
gave him a whisky; so I’m ready for winter
but secretly wish these peaceful days will
stretch well into November.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Have You Ever Thought
Have you ever thought,
Why the people migrate
Leaving behind their dwellings;
Any prefer to leave for the world unexplored.
Have you ever thought
How hundreds of lamps of tears enkindle
On the quivering edges of the lashes.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Sunshine Sunshine
Sounds of laughter here comes sunshine
Smiling faces all around
They possess you bless you sunshine
Now you can never let them down
I say sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Is that a cloud across your smile or did you dream again last night
Its best you rest inside a while as blue doesnt seem to suit you right
Things aint what they used to be pain and rain and misery
Illness in the family and sunshine means a lot to me
I say sunshine
But could it be sunshine is drifting with midnight
And lonely when everyones gone
Blue crystal spirits and gardens in moonlight
Leave weak alone and bleak all quiet and grey by dawn
Sunshine sunshine
Rising to late to chase the cold and failing to change the frost to dew
Shes trading her mood of yellow gold for frost bitten shades of silver
Blue
Friends and lovers past and gone and no-one waiting further on
Im running short of things to be and sunshine means quiet a lot to me
I say sunshine... sunshine
song performed by by James Taylor
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I Am Part Of The Load
I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.
I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia
Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.
The Fate Of The Black Bird
the black bird flies alone against the blue sky
it is lonely and that is the truth that lies in every black feather of its strong wings
if only it can change its course
and find a place where there are other black birds like it
perhaps it will turn back and learn to sing the song of the black flock
it is not a way of life that its father had handed to it upon its beak and claws
it is not even a choice and never did it ever imagine that it shall be alone against the blue skies
against the black nights and against the towering peaks of mountains
there is no other way of rationalizing about it except fate,
it is the destiny that chose its path and it is simply following the dictates of the stars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Eternal Summer
frozen chill landscape
sapping warmth lust rut life
leeching nutrients in brain
eating into marrow of bones
rivers streams lakes
entombed in ice age
continents stretch
weight white bound
too long too long perpetual winter …
generations gone never ending ice…
birds migrate before chill winter sets in...
temporal species die hibernation appeals...
sleep on sleep on slumber in dormant stasis...
live off reserve body fate reduce pulse metabolism...
people also move to warmer or tropical climes
when cold and loneliness bite too deep
spring is a season of growing sap rising rebirth
birds fly follow the eternal summer sun
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Silver Birds
Silver birds
getting ready to fly
red, white and blue
it's our pride in the sky
Silver birds
above the clouds
making waves
making us proud
Silver birds
shining bright
into the evening
into the night
Silver birds
amongst the rest
flying strong
to be the best
Silver birds
coming round the bend
getting ready to land
out of their descend
Silver birds
representing the states
with the colors of freedom
at all their gates.
Charlie Vergara
11.21.2007
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poem by White Tiger
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Autumn (2) (Lanturne)
Fall
Will start
It is near
Is in the air
Now
Say
Good-bye
To summer
Hot weather is
Gone
Air
Crispy
Starts to cool
No more burning
Sun
Birds
Migrate
Butterfly
Will return next
Year
Trees
Change garb
Leaves trasform
From golden to
Brown
Day
To thank
God for all
Thankgiving Day
Is
Good
Food on table
Family
God's blessings for
All
Pies
Turkey
Cranberry sauce
Apple cider
Sweet
Fall
Season
Of wonder
Enjoy rich change
Smile
Praise
Thank God
Fall is great
Serenity
Brings
Mild
Weather
Azure sky
Togetherness
Nice
Fall
Brings calm
And repose
After summer's
Storms
September 11th,2009
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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