Words About Birds
Tis the sight and the sound
of birds that enthralls me
They give my mind sustenance
And substance to see
Tis the peep and the patter
The quarrelsome chatter
And the fact that not a whit …
Do they care about me
As far as they’re concerned
if I don’t move, then I don’t exist
Kinda like my home situation
Only with a bird like twist
They are the essence of acquiesence
To the whims of Mother Nature
And to the oft, ugly whims
Of Human nomenclature
Prey to most creatures
that exist for predation
Dancing gingerly on razor’s edge
between surfeit and starvation
Simply a nuisance to them
Or a morsel to eat, so nice
Delightful morsels to me also
But only for my eyes
If you think that I’m crazy
And could natter on for hours
Then whatever you do…
Don’t get me started on flowers
poem by David Whalen
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You exist now only in my heart
You exist now only in my heart...
You exist now only in my heart,
An ode to my internal defeat
A fading memory from an eternal realm,
A time gone by and incomplete.
You exist now only in my heart,
A message which truly proclaims
Your very essence and nature changed,
speaking softly your innumerable true names.
You exist now only in my heart,
As the wind carries my thoughts of you
Toward the angels standing in the clouds,
Innocently fairing me to bid you adieu.
You exist now only in my heart,
In the nature of who you've been,
But now, you are more than I'll ever know,
as I walk along this grassy knoll, ever so green.
You exist now only in my heart...
poem by Chad Fisher
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I Want to Exist- Mary's Story
Answer me this;
riddle me that;
enigma-surrounded
I retreat,
to the isolated and the cruel snide
for solace
against you and others
who
think this is a debate,
or argument,
when for me
it is about
whether I exist.
No, gentlemen,
ladies we engage here
not in idle gossip wars
for me this is more serious
and masks,
despite my telling my self
it is less than that,
in fact,
for me
mental survival is at stake here;
all the more so
when I see it is not that way for thee;
it makes me feel smaller still
that you can play with life
indeed, even in this conversation;
as if for you
nothing is a stake;
oblivious to,
that for me,
all is at risk;
the half-healed wound
stabbed again.
There is no quarter here
asked for
or given;
you must die metaphorically
for me
to have just one moment
to exist;
as I resist
illogically
to save myself.
All this
I know
sounds crazy;
through all this
I am aware
that none of it makes sense;
But if I had control
I would resist.
But the point is
I don't
and I can't
and I must save
not only myself
but all the others too
to avoid the mental obituary
that life
seeks to write for me and them
every day, each day, in every situation.
They are playing for the joy of the game;
I am playing for the right to exist.
Crazy?
I know.
I don't know what is wrong with them.
Why can't they see
what they are doing to me?
Why are they so out of touch
with reality?
Tell me who is the crazy one?
Why is my reality
the crazy one?
This rule makes no sense.
It is
well
crazy
to deny me
what I need to exist-
which is
after all
the need to
maintain my dignity
in the face of the
brutal facts of my life;
I really don't matter; ,
no special talents
one among a mass
average-
when
everyone says
I should be special
in some way
but
in fact I know I am not-
I am average,
barely
having
a rationale to exist.
There it is.
So does this all mean
I have no value?
No, I exist.
There is the problem:
people treat me
at though
I don't.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Laws Of Mother Nature
The bird born in an aviary and raised in captivity
Can never live in Nature's World amongst the wild and free
Even the birds of it's own species will peck it till it die
So never allow your feathered pet the freedom of the sky.
I am naive of the laws of Mother Nature and naive of Nature's way
And for interfering with Nature there is some price to pay
The bird born in captivity in a cage must remain
Why even it's own kind in the wilds would kill it is beyond me to explain
Humans try to manipulate Nature and Nature's creatures control
But Mother Nature far greater than Human kind her's is an eternal soul
For we are like Nature's Seasons we come to life and go
Yet of our Earth Mother who feeds us so little we seem to know.
The bird born in captivity in a cage condemned to stay
For if released the other birds will kill it since this is Nature's way
And Mother Nature herself as old as father time
She claims the young and she claims the old and those still in their prime.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A World Without Birds
In years from now will the children of the future on warm evenings in the prime of Spring
On trees and bushes in groves, woods and parklands when flowers are blooming hear the wild birds sing
For a World without birds would be sad to live in and sad to learn that they are becoming rare
These are sad times for people who love Nature and who for Nature's creatures genuinely do care,
A World without birds to think of even painful something that one would not rather contemplate
For birds seem an integral part of Nature the poets and painters them do celebrate
They have been in the World for perhaps longer than humans they have evolved from the dinosaur age
Humans even use them for their entertainment they keep them in an aviary or a cage
But birds should never be held in captivity as Nature's creatures meant to live naturally
They are not meant to be captives of humans in Nature's World they should live wild and free
For bird lovers it must be disappointing to know their numbers are on the decline
So nice to hear them singing in the gardens when flowers are blooming in the Spring sunshine
The demise of birds the thought even unpleasant a sadder World without them it would be
They are so much an integral part of Nature at least that is how it does seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mother Durga Vavroovahana Patra
Mother Durgadevee appears in Autumn;
Beauteous looks each dawn.
Appears in the tranquil hour;
Beautifies the lap of Nature.
Mother descends to provide peace;
Is a Brook of Divine Bliss.
Is omnipresent everywhere;
Is the Deity of Nature.
Nature exists with Her desire;
She is the operator of Nature.
Creatures exist with her desire;
She is all creatures operator.
Human beings exists with her desire;
She is our path shower.
I behold mother everywhere;
She is the Deity of Nature.
Divine mother appears pervading rays of fraternity;
Is an ocean of gaiety.
Is a Brook of purity;
Is Earth's light.
Mother's blessings, desire brings self-confidence;
All creatures live with her bliss.
She shows the right way;
In our life brings gay.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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If You Don't Exist
then who will exist
for you?
who will record
who you are and what you
have done?
nobody.
nobody.
nobody
but you.
because just like you they also
think that they don't exist
come to think of it
if all of us do not exist at all
then who exists?
nothing
nothing
nothing
it is simply absurd when the world
moves and no one is
existing
i don't exist too.
because i have learned
to live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I do not exist
I do not exist,
I do not breath,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
you can see them far away,
but there not alive, there not
really there. Yes I am not there,
not for you, I do
not want your pity.
I do not want my broken smile
painted in your thoughts.
I do not exist, I am not there,
do not look for me, I do not
exist, I am not there, I am not there
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Beak Kind To Birds!
Beak kind to birds both near and far,
Both high and low as well...
To me, each bird's a superstar!
In fact, to me, they're swell!
Beak kind to birds and show you care
With titbits now and then...
And watch with wonder as they share
Their breakfast once again!
Beak kind and keep your cats at bay...
Else feeding birds take flight!
It's nicer seeing birds at play
Than watching them take fright!
Beak kind to birds, give them their space
So they may co-exist...
For none on Earth can take their place,
So they'd be sorely missed!
Beak kind to birds, they'll flock to you -
They're all our feathered friends!
It doesn't matter, black or blue...
Beak kind - 'cos it makes sense!
poem by Denis Martindale (2003)
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There are tons of people who are late to trends by nature and adopt a trend after it's no longer in fashion. They exist in mutual funds. They exist in clothes. They exist in cars. They exist in lifestyles.
quote by Jim Cramer
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Exit Does Not Exist
Does not exist, take an exit
I hear voices insinuating
Feeds me lyrics to this song that I am saying
Sunlight 7:20 pm, early september
Standing looking at a photograph
That you do not remember being taken
You look out of breath, and me like I am faking
As a matter of fact I dont recall this photo being taken
You dont even actually exist so I just started shaking
Does not exist, take an exit
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Still I Feel...
Darling, thou are not exist in our world now
But still in some nights I feel...
(And I) think with surprise that
Thou are still exist in our memory.
Sometimes a star in the late evening sky
That thou saw a few days ago
Who still thinks about thou
And stays up far into the capricious night,
Then I feel thou are still exist in our world.
I see the morning light slowly opens its eyes
Through the thick mist,
After awaking many birds start flying,
Are thou not still with them?
I feel in the heart of a little bird
Sitting in my window cornice
The fire of hope is still burning;
I know thou are still exist in our world
And so is thy love.
poem by Riffat Samad
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Return To Nature
Suppose I am one who has a big ego I did have big plans once I do recall
But egos are a thing that inspire in us the need for success and are part of human nature after all
And now that my ego is a bit deflated and others I don't feel need to impress
Something perhaps that came with the realization that my life never has been a success.
Still I am one who finds solace in Nature and Nature the only God of which I know
I've always marvelled at her strength and beauty and still my admiration for her only grow
I had a church God when I was years younger but I gave my unseen church God away
And I returned again to Mother Nature and in her bosom I will rest one day.
The free born birds that sing in Nature's garden each species is distinctive by their song
And the fox that hunts for rabbits in the paddocks these creatures all to Nature's World belong
And the wedge tailed eagle soaring in the calm sky a very large and fearless bird of prey
Too is a part of Mother Nature's World and in Nature's bosom this bird's bones too will lay.
The swallows fly to warm climes in Winter and return home to greet the warmth of Spring
And chase insects o'er the valley where they first saw daylight and as they fly one hear them chirp and sing
How they can find their way to a far Country in late Fall and in the Spring find their way home again
Is something for which scientists can offer theories yet somehow seems beyond them to explain.
The World is quieter in Mother Nature's World for man made noise to Nature doesn't belong
On sunlit tree beside the rippling waters the thrush in Spring is singing all day long
And Nature she presides o'er all her Seasons and she has seen so many Seasons come and go
Her flowers of Spring and Summer and her brown leaves of Autumn and her hills of Winter wear white hats of snow.
I do not worship false Gods any longer and I returned to Nature years ago
And though Mother Nature has so much to teach us so little about her I seem to know
Yet I feel happy to walk in her garden and along the bank of her quiet water way
'Twas an act of Nature brought me to this World and I'll return to her bosom one day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Today is an ephemeral ghost... A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist." In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up! But this day holds another secret—it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability... A day of unlocked potential. Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't you? Use this day to do something daring, extraordinary and unlike yourself. Take a chance and shape a different pattern in your personal cloud of probability!
Vera Nazarian in The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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A Reminder
we claim no expertise
for this
we are not famous
neither shall we be at
all at any time
on the page of history
we assert no name
we are in fact nameless
we claim no right to a home
in fact we are nothing but freelance
hopeless romantics
insistent fanatics as you dislike us
writing about our
failures
we are here
not for anything else
we do not need any
eulogies that will last a lifetime
of mention
we do not go for
epitaphs
no tombstone
we are here because you are here
we talk.
we are here because we are hurt.
we simply express what we feel.
do not bother. we know where we are going.
do not give us importance. We are used
to our being trivial.
we are used to be used.
we are irrelevant with our syntax
we shall fail you
do not mind us.
we know how to exist.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweetmother
Let her be nice, let her be wicked is she, mother is my mother. Let her be beauty, let her be ugly, mother is my mother. A gold that can never be lost, she look after me even if am wicked, she look into my eyes when am wick praying all days for my life. Even if she don't eat, she will look for what to eat. Let her be ugly, mother is my mother when i was still a kid, she carries me gently on her hand, she willlonl into my eyes and smile, she will say my good child when you are strong, you will make it in life, you will be successful even more that mother. There is no better love than mama's care. I love you mother. May you dat the FRUIT OF YOUR LABOUR.
poem by Lekadabra Fadimu
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Slime Creatures From Outer Space
Things just havent been the same
Since the flying saucer came
Now the aliens are on the loose
Well, we tried to hold em back
Tried to ward off their attack
But our atom bombs were just no use
They were ugly, they were mean
Biggest heads I ever seen
They made everybody scream and shout
First they leveled tokyo
Then new york was next to go
Boy I really wish theyd cut it out
They wasted everybody on my block
There goes the neighborhood
Theyll zap you with their death ray eyes
And blow you up real good
Run for your lives
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
Theyre not very nice to the human race
(slime creatures from outer space)
Theres more comin every day
And they just wont go away
Now theyre reproducing in the sewers
They got slimy lizard skin
And an evil lookin grin
And they sure could use some manicures
They got hands all covered with fungus
They got eyes like some kinda bug
I sure hope they dont come in here
I just shampooed the rug
Run for your lives
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
Theyre really makin a mess of this place.
(slime creatures)
(slime creatures)
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
Theyll rip your head off just for fun
Theyll paralyze your mind
Theyre wearin out their welcome
I dont think I like their kind
Theyll suck your brain out through a straw
You just cant trust those guys
So hide the children, lock the doors
And always watch the skies
Look out, here come the
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
Theyre an intergalactic disgrace
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
I wish theyd just get outta my face
(slime creatures from outer space)
(slime creatures from outer space)
Theyre makin a big fat mess of this place
(slime creatures)
(slime creatures)
Oh, where did they come from?
What do they want from us?
Who do they think they are?
(slime creatures, slime creatures)
Why dont they leave me alone?
(slime creatures, slime creatures.)
Theyre really getting on my nerves
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Lory bird
I had a baby grey Lory
that the dogs tried to catch
and treated it as a pet.
As the bird
grew and became tame,
I started to love it
and it also loved me.
When it heard me come near
or saw me
it called joyously and its crest
went up and down,
It was my desire to give the Lory freedom
when it was properly raised
and I wondered if it would be able
to exist on its own.
One day my bird was ill
and it waited on me
to come home
and before I could get it
to a vet
it gave a last goodbye
and died
I knew
that no other bird
or animal,
would get that Lory’s
place in my heart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Prachi Vavroovahana Patra
Prachi is beautiful;
Birds play on both sides are delightful.
Her water is pure;
Flows with a muttering in the lap of Nature.
At Kakatapur Prachi flows delightfully;
All creatures bathe in the river pleasantly.
Bathes the cosy feet of mother affectionatively;
All devotes enjoy the beauty devotionally.
From time immemorial Prachi flows in the lap of Nature gleefully;
Magnifies the beauty of Nature pleasantly.
Provides water to all creatures;
Creatures live with pleasure.
Prachi is a Deity on Earth;
Bathing in the chilly water all derive mirth.
Allures women, men in morning;
Purifies the souls of human beings, the morn is delighting.
Peace reigns in the lap of Prachi daily;
Women, men, guys, girls enjoy the beauty gaily.
Devotees bathe in the water peacefully;
Mind is filled with peace eternally.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Little White Bird
little white bird
now that i have set you free
from my hands
to the winds you shall go
to its whims shall you be
search the skies
map out your freedom
be carefree
little bird
do not look back
i am in the prison walls of my mind
still thinking about your white wings
feeling each feather
in every patch of my skin
little bird, little white bird
how pure was that love?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turn Off the Light
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to spend,
Time
Trying to find a way,
To say nothing that offends your sensitive mind.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Especially not this time.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Or even try to stop them,
To keep my honesty on edge or uptight.
I may be wrong believing,
You to be the co-pilot in my life.
And when I think deeply about it...
I wish you'd parachute right out of my sight!
You don't want me to be sweet and nice!
You'd like me to roar or bark.
Like some animal you've domesticated to be home trained.
Listening to you whine until the wee hours of dark.
I did not see that movie.
And apparently you are still there viewing.
Snap, crackle and pop your ass out of that!
Perhaps I can be quite insensitive.
But there's a limit I'm not going to let,
Myself to you now give.
Since you enjoy whipping me into a huff and puff.
And that's the kind of stuff I've had enough.
Suffering from the agitating unbuffered fluff...
You like to give and not give up!
Enough!
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to sit up all night,
To hear the spite you have
For your so called two faced friends.
To leave me feeling like I'm the one,
Crazed and on the deep end.
With a mind spinning a madness beginning?
No!
I'm not going to allow myself to get that comfortable.
Not with that in our bed.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Like shut the hell up!
And turn off the light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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