Dogma
dogma...
mankind's attempts,
however feeble,
to draw the wings of the hawk
with broken crayons,
with which to fly.
never knowing they're
already flying!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken Wings (Lyrics)
No body known’s who I truly am,
I’ve never felt this way before,
Why do things turn out wrong?
With the way of this open door,
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
Why do people have to know?
What do they have to say?
Why can’t they leave me alone?
From now till the end,
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
Why do I live like this?
It’s like the world don’t exist,
I and you were we at,
It’s like the day is a fact,
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
No body known’s who I truly am,
What do people have to say?
Why do they hide from me?
Are they scared of what they see?
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
poem by Lorissa Cowan
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Broken Wings
Broken wings
Broken wings
Twirls in ballroom gowns
Echos of glory
And reminders of things lost
Broken wings
Broken wings
Only feet to help carry on now
A thousand voices
Singing the same song
Broken wings
Broken wings
Feathers litter the ground
Where the proud used to stand
Where only broken wings remain
poem by Autumn Winds
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Nature Of Life Journey
Walking in the air, stepping in the wind
should we believe we are flying?
Shattered glass or it will be broken
Do we feel the same thing inside?
If we draw a pictures with different color hues
Will we understand the abstract we have done?
Sometimes we flying not with wings but dreams
Sometimes we broken, always come with a lot of reasons
Also always a lot of reasons to make us to stay calm
It's all just in life abstract drawing we need to see clear thing
Like when anger in soul keep burning all the trust of anything
Fueling by the pain and consuming all innocent dreams
Will be someday we regret as nothing left, but just the ashes
Ashes of something from something beautiful we dream
Could be the ashes just a special life made for one day
For fertilizing soil of hope and grow the remaining new life
Like a tree to find source of sunlight to green all my days
Lot of reasons to fall but i must grow toward light
And my root deeper to earth gravity of life reality
One day i will be stronger to face harsh wind
Walking in the air, stepping in the wind
Flying? yes we can, I believe we can
we can flying when spirit is our wings
poem by Unwritten Soul
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It is in the uncompromisingness with which dogma is held and not in the dogma, or want of dogma, that the danger lies.
quote by Samuel Butler
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Peregrıne The Hawk
Yes, there is a hawk
named Peregrine,
Rhymes with the English word “mean”.
Like I “mean” to say,
this bird is a hawk having it’s way,
eating little pigeons during the day.
Flying through the NYC sky,
Flying up to a condo real high
Resting and nesting is where it’s at,
on Trump’s condo not an English flat.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Teased The Air
They teased the air with their wings,
rising up towards the sun
and there among the clouds they hid
as a new dawn had begun.
The enemy started their dawn patrol
not knowing of this day of reckoning
that stood ahead of them
ten minutes after they rose into the sky.
Out of the sun,
they came like dragons breathing fire.
Diving like a hawk
on its prey below.
The sky was now filled
with angry birds with wooden wings.
They darted across the sky in fights
which some would never return.
Spiralling smoke herald,
another victory for someone
and for the other
life no more.
Their names are recorded
on monuments forever
depicting their victories
and their demise.
As the years pass on
how much do we remember
of these men who teased the air
with their wooden wings
as they flew across the sky.
18 August 2011
Author’s Note:
This was written as a dedication to all the brave aviators on both sides during the First World War when flying was still in its infancy.
D.V.H.
poem by David Harris
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Then he saw also that it matters little what profession, whether of religion or irreligion, a man may make, provided only he follows it out with charitable inconsistency, and without insisting on it to the bitter end. It is in the uncompromisingness with which dogma is held and not in the dogma or want of dogma that the danger lies.
Samuel Butler in The Way of All Flesh
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Broken Wings
I once spread my wings happily,
Till the day I met you,
My wings got clip so I can be with you,
You made happiest girl alive,
You seem like a dream come true,
My broken wings may be broken yet you fixed me so I can fly happily,
With you by my side we can be free,
With you in my arms makes me want to smile and make me feel all warm inside,
We had our differences but we still made it through all those arguments,
We said we are good for each other,
With you I am more alive then dead inside,
With these broken wings I can be your everything,
You can see that I am more happy when I am with you,
Without you here by my side I am lost,
In dreams we are together flying happily,
With every wish we make,
With every heartbeat I make,
I am happy that I met you,
You made me see the colors beyond the black and white,
Now that my wings are back I am happily give your wings so we can fly away together.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The sparrow flying behind the hawk thinks the hawk is fleeing.
Flying Without Wings
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all you life
And when you know how much that means
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
song performed by by Westlife from Westlife
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Half-alive
Half-alive, we go about today,
flying with our broken wings
over an endless sea of despair,
no one ever said that love is fair.
And yet the fool we are;
unmindful, restless, proud,
we weren’t afraid to drown..
..but now our faith has gone.
And I sit alone as when you found me;
ignorant of a radiant sky,
of existence soaring just above me.
‘til you found me, you found me..
And you held me, and I knew of warmth,
of a face other than my reflection,
of dreams I thought were just my own,
you showed me I was not alone.
Yet half-alive, we go about today,
flying with our broken wings
over an endless sea of despair,
no one ever said that love is fair.
poem by Mashe Others
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With the art therapy, as soon as they saw the paper and crayons coming, we couldn't get it out fast enough. And we told them to draw about the tsunami.
quote by Connie Sellecca
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A Broken Heart
a broken heart
you search
for metaphor
to begin with
collins?
yes, you got
it
a broken
wing
it cannot fly
but i prefer
a wing
clipped
like paper
or a wind
without wings
or a wing
without
the wind
or wingless winds
or windless
wings
the point
is
one can always be right
for as long
as one feels
for as long
as one
still writes
for as long as one still attempts to write what one feels
and feels what he writes for as long as longing still longs
a broken wing
can always be a broken heart
a metaphor to always begin with
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flying Without Wings - Westlife
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You'll find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You' ll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as they may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Broken Angel
So small, yet still so proud
At night before he dreams he looks into the clouds
A high flyer's what I want to be
Seems they won't let me, says I'm too small
I don't feel small at all
Break my dreams, that's what they'll do
Well I'm going to run away and learn to fly like you
I'm going to go so high and swoop so low
You can't bring me down, going to be so proud
Little angel you got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Little angel just look in my eyes
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Push and shove then climb aboard
This is the shuttle train to the top of the world
When you look around what do you see
These are all high flyers
But none of these high flyers look like me
What is that supposed to mean
What am I supposed to be
I pull my way up through this crowd
To find your body crushed on the ground
It's so obvious, why couldn't you see
That you can't go high flying without a pair of high-flyer wings
Little one's broken lying on the ground
Trying to get up 'till his last breath out
Wings are strewn everywhere, there's blood all around
'Cause even angel's die, but that light just fades
It's so sad, but he'd be so proud
Broken angel you've got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Broken angel just look in my eyes
Get up and earn you wings tonight
Get up and earn your wings, earn your wings tonight.
song performed by by Hanson
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The Angel with the Broken Wings
Angel fallen from sky,
Watching as life passed her by,
Filled with the worlds horrid things,
The angel with broken wings.
No one helps, no one prays,
For the girl who shows the black and grays,
Why does all the bad cling?
To the angel with the broken wings.
Sometimes she flies in her dreams,
But that doesn’t stop her screams,
When will they stop the sting?
For the angel with the broken wings.
One day this angel will fly above,
And fill the world with lots of love,
One day she’ll help to heal the dings,
In another angel with the broken wings.
poem by Belle Potter
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Love and the butterfly
Love is like a butterfly
never here nor there
high or low
not really watching where to go.
A first love is like a butterfly
hatching out of a cocoon
we are amazed by the beauty
of this new feeling.
True love is like a butterfly
spreading its wings
and starting towards the sky
knowing that they want to have this forever.
Loosing love is like a butterfly
laying its eggs then flying away to die
leaving them in this big world all alone
knowing nothing familiar only home.
Wanting for love is like a butterfly
still as a caterpillar
wanting those wings
to be just like his friends.
Love is like a butterfly
Trying to spread its wing and fly
Love is like a butterfly
It can stay or it can die.
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poem by lizzy Sydney
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Shiva
There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,
She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.
She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunning
Science with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.
Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.
This is the hawk that picks out the star's eyes.
This is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;
The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.
Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme,
Empty darkness under the death-tent wings.
She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood,
Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Eagle Fly Free
People are in big confusion
They dont like their constitutions
Everyday they draw conclusions
And theyre still prepared for war
Some can say whats ineffective
Some make up themselves attractive
Build up things they call protective
Well your life seems quite bizarre
Bridge: in the sky a mighty eagle
Doesnt care bout whats illegal
On its wings the rainbows light
Its flying to eternity
Chorus: eagle fly free
Let people see
Just make it your own way
Leave time behind
Follow the sign
Together well fly someday
Hey, we think so supersonic
And we make our bombs atomic
Or the better quite neutronic
But the poor dont see a dime
Nowadays the airs polluted
Ancient people persecuted
Thats what mankind contributed
To create a better time
Bridge: in the sky a mighty eagle
Doesnt care bout whats illegal
On its wings the rainbows light
Its flying to eternity
Chorus: eagle fly free
Let people see
Just make it your own way
Leave time behind
Follow the sign
Together well fly someday
song performed by by Helloween
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