The Ibis Lives In Tragedy
Job 38: 36
the ibis
lives in tragedy
but trickster
spider knows
all along
what rooster's saying.
tails or heads?
call it!
ooooopppppsssss!
you lose.
guess you're extinct ibis
*Posting 'shape of wings to come' mar.25
***Special Post 'grain' apr.1
poem by Doug Bentley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Heads You Win, Tails I Lose
Every time
We have a fight
We flip a coin
To see whos right
Why do we have to gamble just to see whos right?
Why cant we arbitrarily resolve a fight?
But with youre style of gamblin theres no chance to win
Thats how it is, and thats the way its always been
Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Bad news
If we were playing cards youd be the one to deal
Youd play with loaded dice and fix the roulette wheel
You pick em at the races like Ive never seen
And then you make me pay off like a slot machine
Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Bad news
Oh well, match me honey (match me honey)
Take my money (take my money)
You know the odds are yours (flip it baby)
So flip the coin
Im gonna make some changes with this gamblin game
From now on Im the dealer and Ill do the same
Ill load my dice and stack the deck and fix the odds again
So if you want to flip to see whos right I know Ill win
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Bad news
Oh well, match me honey (match me honey)
Take my money (take my money)
You know the odds are yours (flip it baby)
So flip the coin
Im gonna make some changes with this gamblin game
From now on Im the dealer and Ill do the same
Ill load my dice and stack the deck and fix the odds again
So if you want to flip to see whos right I know Ill win
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Bad news
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Bad news
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
An Ibis Screeched Outside In The Garden
An ibis screeched outside
in the garden
suddenly slapped its big bronze-brown wings
and touched
by the frenzy you turned around,
without a word
pulled me deep into your arms,
suddenly you covered my face with kisses.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What birds can have their bills more peculiarly formed than the ibis, the spoonbill, and the heron?
quote by Alfred Russel Wallace
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sacred Ibis
the sacred ibis
flocking on the parapet
she used to live there
I still hear my daughter's laugh
emigrated to other climes
poem by Suzette Crous
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Words of Consolation on a Wet Day in the Lake District
I dreamt I flew as ibis fly
o'er sand and palm and sunny Nile
when all at once, there caught my eye
a host of grinning crocodile
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heads Carolina, Tails California
(tim nichols/mark d. sanders)
Baby, what do you say we just get lost?
Leave this one horse townlike two rebels without a cause.
I got people in boston.
Aint your daddy still in des moines?
We can pack up tomorrow.
Tonight, lets flip a coin
Heads, carolina tails, california.
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
Where? it dont matter, as long as were goin
Somewhere together. Ive got a quarter.
Heads, carolina tails, california.
We can load what we own in the back of a u-haul van.
Couple modern day moses, searchin for the promised land.
We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas.
We can drive for a day, and then well take a look at the map.
Heads, carolina tails, california.
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
Where? it dont matter, as long as were goin
Somewhere together. Ive got a quarter.
Heads, carolina tails, california.
Were gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a greyhound bus.
Boy, were bound to outrun the bad luck thats tailin us
Heads, carolina tails, california.
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
Where? it dont matter, as long as were goin
Somewhere together. Ive got a quarter.
Heads, carolina tails, california.
O---oh, california! carolina! california!
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Happy Easter
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do the clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do,
The clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
'Happy Easter'
~Do you notice anything different about those eggs? ~
'Yeah!
They are colored.
Why? '
~They are for the Easter Egg Hunt.
Put them back.~
'Oh!
I must be dreaming.
I thought I heard a rooster crow.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The old mine
Some would call it almost romantic,
but to me it’s nothing more
than dilapidated
the way that the rusting
huge wheel hangs now silent
never to again turn
while the bright evening star
starts shining just above it
and a snail pecking brown ibis
flies up startled by me
screech out its dismay
and there’s no solitude, only loneliness
and a huge forgotten rusting spanner
now looking brittle where it’s stuck in a spar
and somehow the men that worked here before
are now long buried and done
and the place is empty deserted
with grass and reeds sprouting out
and some bats fly up into the sky
right out of one of the open shafts
when I throw a rock into it
and hear its sound echoing down.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spiderman
Spider man, spider man
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web any size
Catches thieves just like flies
Look out!
There comes the spider man
Is he strong?
Listen, bud
Hes got radioactive blood
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there!
There goes the spider man
In the chill of the night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time
Spider man, spider man
Friendly neighborhood spider man
Wealth and fame
Hes ignorant
Action is his reward
Look out!
Here comes the spider man
To him, lifes a big bang up
Whenever theres a hang up
Youll find the spider man.
song performed by by Ramones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Special People
The world is filled with special people,
who are there when you need them.
They blend into the background,
emerging only when we have troubles in our lives.
They are special people because they are there for us,
no matter how many problems their lives might possess.
They care for others more than they care for themselves.
These special people who touch our lives,
and whom we simply call our friends.
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Utilitarian Point Of View
as the gray hen cackles looking for a place to lay her eggs
the red rooster looks for another white hen to shuffle on the ground,
we who see this does not condemn, nay we never think of morality
or codes of ethical conduct, as the rooster is just doing the work that nature and man have assigned to it
no hen ever complains that the rooster has copulated with the other
six hens around the poultry in the backyard and in the garden
neither shall we reprimand the rooster for being so restless and
cocky and prolific or as we call it engages in promiscuous sex
all that we are thinking on that moment are the eggs that each hen can lay, our minds looking forward to every morning's breakfast, when we shall choose, the usual delights: either scrambled or sunny side up or perhaps a hard-boiled egg for our personal consumption.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
New Life
just turn the conceptual firm to some degrees(we are cultivating our dreams, aren't we?)
a light's shadow reflecting the light
lighter, lighter and lighter into the world of peace
on the coin of destiny
heads are still heads
and
tails are still tails
never say good bye when you
are building your new life
0379 Species: sonnet 190
It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man;
how dangerous the skies - to men and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
Suppose that every species made extinct
by Man - God's guardian of all things that live -
deprived us - as indeed it may - by dint
of mindlessness, of something God's mind gives?
I watch the spider, humble in my praise:
self-spinning tightrope walker; engineer;
the knower of all Nature's weathered ways
and bold explorer on the winds that veer:
Nature spares the spider Man 's wild mind;
should mind in Nature rest, God's there to find.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
0420 Trust Nature
It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man.
How dangerous the skies - for men, and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
Suppose that every species made extinct
by Man, the guardian of all things that live,
deprived us (as indeed it may..) by dint
of mindlessness, of something God's mind gives?
I watch the spider, humble in my praise:
self-spinning tightrope walker; engineer;
the knower of all Nature's weathered ways
and bold explorer on the winds that veer:
Nature spares the spider Man's wild mind;
should mind in Nature rest, there's more to find.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Circumstantial
Corella agitates and Redback spins.
Inspector Numbat eyes them with distrust.
Rosella whistles tunes and Dingo grins;
Companions round the billabong at dusk.
Unearthing plots and sifting dirt for clues,
Mendacious Emu's trouble-making trails,
Surveilling Wallaby's tracks and Kangaroo's,
The keen Inspector's always on their tails.
And Wombat's buried many past misdeeds.
'Not guilty', lies Koala, looking sweet.
The Inspector knows the only thing he needs
Is one last puzzle piece to make complete.
Although he's got the culprits nailed this time,
Lamentably, he's not yet found the crime.
SUSPICIOUS
Shy,
Unseen,
Spurs and silt,
Platypus glides.
Ibis sidles by.
Cicadas criticize.
Ironbark rustles a song -
'Oh where has poor Echidna gone,
Unnoticed by the billabong throng'.
Shy, unseen, spurs and silt, Platypus glides.
poem by Diane Hine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Paths
Sometimes things shape our lives
for the good or for the bad.
We can never tell
until they touch our lives.
What these things will do,
if they will rise us up
or put us down,
we just have to wait and see.
Whatever happens to our lives
we are but pawns in a big game
that starts when we are born
and it ends when we die.
Our lives are guided by an unseen hand.
Some call it fate
others call him God.
We will never know
until our living days are through.
Until then
we will move along
paths chosen for us.
1 June 2008
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hall Of Heads
Here in the hall of heads
You look through the keyhole
This is the hall of heads
One step through the doorway
Roll out that special head
This is our favorite one
Please dont try to leave
Dont leave the hall of heads
Hide underneath the porch
Hide down behind the furnace
You cant get away
You cant really hide
Once you hear the call
The song of the hall of heads
You cant run away
Your feet wont help you run
You cant run away
Out of the hall of heads
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Delta Rain
Soft rain
on dark oaks
Clustered green
curving canyons rise
to velvet crease.
Thick mists consume
stoic cattle,
slowly climbing
verdant slopes.
Meadows gather
new-born lakes.
Delta birds -
grebe and pensive loon,
goldeneye and pintail,
ibis and snowy egret
slowly wade.
With flashing beak
they break
black waters.
poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There's A Spider In My Room!
I’ve just spotted a spider in my bedroom.
Around the walls, he’s decided to zoom!
My eyes are now glued to the wall;
Not that I’m the least bit worried at all!
Oh no! Now he’s crawling on the ceiling,
And I’m getting a slightly anxious feeling.
He’s now hanging around over my bed:
Just above where I usually lay my head!
I’m sitting, watching him crawling around,
Praying that he doesn’t fall to the ground.
I dare not now switch off the light,
As, of him, I’ll suddenly lose all sight.
Why couldn’t he have stuck to the wall,
Where he would have been less likely to fall?
He’s running around as fast as he can.
Of any size spider, I’m not a great fan.
Unfortunately, at this time of year,
Outside, there are greater things to fear.
If I capture him now and throw him out,
I’ll get a crane fly in return, without a doubt.
A smallish spider, I can just about bear,
But, for crane flies, I really do not care!
I guess, a spider is the lesser evil of the two,
As they can’t fly at you, like crane flies do!
If it’s dark, maybe he, to, will go to sleep,
Or round the room, he may continue to creep.
So, maybe I’ll turn out the light and be brave,
And just hope the spider doesn’t misbehave!
poem by Angela Wybrow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Crush em
Enter the arena and hit the lights
Step up now youre in for a ride
This is war, aint no fun and games
We get it up, you go down in flames
Party time, going down
You better not mess us around
The stakes are rich, take a hit or stay
The price is high, someones gonna pay
Heads I win, tails you lose
Out of my way Im coming through
Roll the dice dont think twice
And we crush, crush em
Looking for trouble, now youve found it
Youre a drum and were gonna pound it
Last one standing wins the fight
Hear us scream and shout all night
Down on the floor and eat the grit
This is gonna hurt a little bit
Heads I win, tails you lose
Out of my way Im coming through
Roll the dice dont think twice
And we crush, crush em
Now we lay you down to rest
Youll never be more than second best
Step inside youre in for a ride
And we crush, crush em
Dont need reason, dont want names
Just a john doe to put to shame
Step aside let me explain
The name of the game is pain
Now weve found you
Were gonna pound you
Were gonna beat you
Gonna defeat you
Were gonna bust you
Were gonna crush you
Were gonna crush em
song performed by by Megadeth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!