The Welcomed Intruder
She flew in from the Countryside,
She flew in through my front door,
She whizzed around my kitchen,
She skimmed across my floor.
She totally took over,
As if she knew the place,
Speed seemed to be of the essence,
To make this room her base.
I felt completely gob-smacked,
She took me by surprise,
This ladybird, there on my plant,
Scoffed my aphids as a prize.
A small and harmless insect,
With a penchant for a 'grand tour',
If she ever calls on me again,
She'll be welcome, that's for sure!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I flew through the sky
I flew through the sky I knew I could fly people asked me why they all got the same answer as I flew through the night I felt like a kite with a personality of my own I flew through the sky I hear someone yell like a cry I flew through the sky it was my mom she missed me much I flew through the sky as I heard crys I lowered down and held her hand we flew through the sky.
poem by Zaraya Berry
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Ladybirds
If, upon you, a ladybird, lightly, lands,
Don't just brush it off with your hands.
Chances are, that its visit will be short,
Once it realises it is at the wrong port.
For the ladybird, we seem to have a soft spot,
But for worrying wasps, we certainly have not.
Ladybirds often feature in stories for the young,
And, as a result, their praises are frequently sung.
To ladybirds, we have quite an attraction,
But wasps do not evoke the same reaction.
Dressed in its shiny shell of bright, rich red,
The ladybird possesses a tiny, tickling tread.
Upon seeing a ladybird, a wish, you should make,
Then your wish will be granted, in the bug's wake.
If you kill one, then, for you, life will be really bad;
Misfortune will come your way, and make you sad.
A ladybird will never do you any harm;
It is considered, by some, a lucky charm.
If, towards a ladybird, you are kind,
A place up in Heaven, you will find.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Familiar
From spawn soundtrack
Could there be a familiar ring everytime I sing about
Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt i, i
Reiterate to my jaw is off-set,
But Ill say it again anyway,
What you give it what you get!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x2 smacked in the face again.
So when the door comes swinging back around and the taste
Of familiar medicine is abound on your breath, breath, breath
Please dont come crawling back to me,
Cuz youll know what Ill say
Brother let your knees bleed please!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x7 smacked in your face again
X4 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
X2:
Oooh oh
song performed by by Incubus
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The Wren
It was a quiet morning;
As usual my wife Laureen opened the front door (leaving it open wide) in hopes that the cat would follow her out. (Little did she know that a small intruder had flown in through the open door.) After retrieving the morning newspaper, with coffee mug full of steaming coffee Laureen settled into
her morning ritual, with "Neferkitti" (our cat) snuggled on the bar stool next to her.
Suddenly there was a flutter and thump as a tiny wren flew into a window in the dining room.
The bird fell to the floor momentarily stunned. Taking advantage of the moment, with great speed and agility Neferkitti pounced on the helpless bird. Mouthing the bird softly, she presented her catch to her master. Horrified Laureen admonished the cat, screaming "Let her go". With great reluctance the cat dropped the bird on the floor. After a few moments the bird flew up to a tall cabinet, where she landed to assess her predicament.
At this time I was laying in bed reading, when I heard Laureen shout loudly "Ray get in here there is a bird in the house'. I slipped on a shirt, grabbed my glasses, and walked in just as the bird took flight and landed on the rail leading to my upstairs office. Walking up the stairs slowly I reached for the perched bird who quickly flew back down to the family room. Not seeing where she landed I searched the room. Suddenly she flew into a large picture window in the family room. The confused bird sat on the sill looking out of the window. I approached the bird, who made no attempt to fly off. I reached down, and with cupped hands gently picked up the traumatized bird. She chirped once and settled into my warm hands.
Making my way to the sliding door that leads to the outside deck I stepped out and opened my hands to release the bird. Gripping the index finger of my right hand she was reluctant to fly. I stood there, and time froze.
Our eyes met, and I felt the impact of what was happening;
From the wren's perspective here stood a god-like giant with the power of life and death over her. From my perspective there perched on a single finger was a tiny creature who I could crush with hardly any effort. In that brief moment we were both experienced the miracle, diversity and fragile nature of life.
"All creatures great and small"
Walking over to a bench on the deck and with palm up I waited for the bird to step off onto the safety of the bench and freedom. She gripped even more tightly, as if she'd found safety in my hands. With my left hand I gently coaxed her off my right hand onto the bench, where she stood looking around. She made no effort to fly away, so I went back through the door, closed it and stood watching, hoping that she was not seriously injured.
While walking up the stairs to my office I heard Laureen (who'd been watching) exclaim loudly;
"She just flew away"!
Gratified...I went up to my office to write an account of this magical and humbling event.
ROTMS
View ROTMS writings, images and video at;
rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
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In and outside worlds
When I was small
we had a green carpet
in the living room
that like a lawn
stretched out wide, thick and luxurious.
The ceiling was the sky,
big fans made wind
and lights came on at night
like suns.
The shower was
where you make your own rain
to be cleaned
and every tap a small fountain.
Sometimes a bird
flew into the house
and was cordoned off
and flew everywhere
and completed the picture
of man’s inner world
to me.
Still man just copies
the Creator
and outside the sky is stretched out,
every night full of stars
and day after day the sun appears
and the wind blows
as it find it necessary
and all the birds fly free
and the grass spread by itself.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful Broken Butterfly
Butterfly, you flew away
And at first I didn't know
How each hard day was
Straining on you so
Little butterfly, so fragile
With a wingspan of compassion
You flew with swift emotion
While I was grounded by my ration
Small butterfly, I know that
You can do it, when you flew
Because I have seen that
Longing freedom deep down inside of you
My lonely butterfly, my dear
Can I call you my own?
Or were you meant only to
Be free to forever roam
Butterfly, will you come back
To this home I've made in my heart
If you should come, I feel that
Together, we can make our brand new start.
poem by Airda Jones
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Our Hell
It started with pebbles at the window,
when no one was in sight.
For about a week this went on,
at 8pm precise every night.
Then came the opening and closing doors,
by some unseen hand any hour of the day.
Furniture moved around on it their accord,
then the voices came,
arguing from somewhere.
Continual searches of each room,
but nothing was found there.
Suddenly it stopped, and harmony reined.
There was a rest bite for what was yet to come.
Several weeks passed peace and quiet remained.
Then as suddenly as it had stopped, it started up again.
Lights switched themselves on and off,
object flew across the room of their own accord,
small and large.
Pictures flew off the wall
and smashed to the floor.
Then came the knocks on the door,
with no one ever there.
The television gained a mind of its own,
switch on and off and changing channels at will.
Then things began to disappear,
we look for them still,
it was beginning to drive us crazy,
finally, we were at our wits end,
and priest we called in,
but whatever drove him away,
he never came back for a prayer to say.
We seemed to be stranded in this house,
that once we called our home,
and that has now become our hell.
poem by David Harris
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The Tall Story
There was a knock on my front door, an angel stood outside!
I looked in shock, dropped to the floor, the door still opened wide.
The angel sighed and then flew in and put the kettle on,
Aware our talk would soon begin when fainting spells had gone.
The tea was ready there for me, he pointed to the cup.
So I drank my hot tea slowly, until that time was up.
He pointed to the living room, where both of us sat down,
My mind still felt a sense of doom and gloom sure makes you frown.
The angel told me, 'Get a pen and get some paper, too! '
So I stood up, right there and then, this very thing to do.
'Write down the words that I recite, when done, I'll have to leave.'
When I began, my face was white and I could hardly breathe.
He took his time and so did I, for twenty pages long,
When done, I heaved a quiet sigh... Were my words right or wrong?
He read it all and was impressed, 'Well done, I'll leave it here.
Please get it published. Do your best. The meaning's crystal clear.'
Then he stood up, walked to the door and so I let him go.
He said, 'God bless! ' and then no more, what more was there to know?
He flew away, past roofs and trees and reached the nearby hill
And soared up higher with such ease, yes, higher, higher still.
When my scanner scanned the pages, it left me quite perplexed,
As it must have taken ages to recognise the text.
I emailed every single word, my publisher replied,
He said he'd never been so stirred, I must've been inspired.
Of course, I couldn't tell him then! He'd get me locked away!
'I met this angel, ten foot ten, at home, this very day! '
So I kept quiet, private like... The published work sold well.
I bought a laptop and a bike, but one day, off I fell.
No guardian angel raised alarm that ice was on the road,
When I fell off, I broke my arm and said, 'Well, I'll be blowed.'
When I got home, I made the tea, got fish and chips that night
And got in bed quite carefully, then prayed with all my might!
The angel knocked upon my door, I sighed then let him in.
This time, because I knew the score, I chose not to begin.
'I'll use the laptop, type it out, then save the text that way.'
The angel looked at me so proud, God's wisdom to relay.
'Well done, please get it published soon! ' I walked him to the door,
He healed my arm, flew past the moon, I waved to him with awe.
That angel's words were good as gold, he certainly had skill.
It's only now my story's told... Make of it what you will...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Aviator
Riding on the moonpath
In the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air
Was of another time
I cried in all my innocence
You were dressed in white
And even if Id had the strength
I couldnt move to save my life
The fear and the thrill
Of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills
On the hottest of nights
He walked right through
My open door
As I began to run, he threw
Some gold upon the floor, and said
Theres plenty more
Where that came from
Im tired of the bombs
Im tired of the bullets
Im tired of the crazies on tv
Im the aviator
A dreams a dream whatever it seems
I flew along the lighted street
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising cicrcles
Ever further from the ground
As I begin to lose my breath
Printed faxes turn a spin
A distant corner of the room
Will open up and let me in
Im tired of the news
Im tired of the weather
Im tired of the same thing every day
Im the aviator
A dreams a dream whatever they say
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Shaken but not stirred
It was at the Pretoria show
that we went on a ride
on a roller coaster
with a spinning wheel
and Heinrich and I
got into one car.
There was a steel bar
that should lock shut
and when we pulled away
it did not.
We took the big loop
and another one
and the bar flew open
and both of us
almost flew out
and from then on
it was a nightmare ride
and I caught the six year old
with my left arm
and pressed him to me
and with the right
I hang on
to the bar
that went up and down.
The earth was flying past
at a great speed
and we almost were crushed
but I hang on
and luck was there
and no poems saved me,
maybe it was a terrified prayer
that gave me the power
to keep hanging on
while we flew like superman
and his son
and went up and down.
The boy screamed
first with terror
and then by the enjoyment
of the adrenaline
and I clung to that bar
and saw only a blur
and heard the croaking
of that big machine
and I hung on
reliving parachute jumps
in my mind.
Flying on the wind
until the machine
slowed down
to a crawling pace
and we got out
totally shaken
but not really stirred
and the boy said:
“Dad, can we do it again? ”
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ladybird
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden
I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking
Ladybird
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow
Youll spread no wings to fly in fright if Im beside you
Ladybird
All through the winter time
When wood was warm and splintered
Time seemed longer than a goods train
Now that spring is back again Ill ask your name
Your name
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow
No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are
Ladybird
And as youre walking past
Im laying on the grass and making chains of thought
To snare you with my wit
But bit by bit you fade to gone
Gone
All through the iron season
Love was hanged and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power Ill ask your name
Your name
O ladybird
I have heard you have to run to tend your children
No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing
For ladybird
Ladybird
song performed by by Xtc
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Let Her Fly
When I met woman
She was above the earth
Looking over the land
Smooth she was...
Wings spread to full length
A smile that would melt butter
You could see how she loved...Flying.
Upside down she flew...
Loop-DE-loop she flew...
Racing the wind...
And laughing...
How warm her heart
When greeting you...
Sharing the air with one was her pleasure... then we flew off to a place distance to her...
She knew not but...trusted me.
Spreaded her inner wings...
Taking me to an upper air pocket...
I knew not of such...
Acceleration...
Her enthusiastic play was so alien...
But an altering experience,
Showing me what makes her soar...
Pampering me all the while.
Showed me what makes hot-air...
Long beautiful air-pockets...
She raced them with ease...
She was teaching me how to enjoy her world...
I refused...without knowing.
I would not let her fly again...
I wanted her and what she knew with me...
And only me.
I killed her inner spirit...
And never knew.
I am man...I ask you (Woman) to forgive me
For wanting you and your gift...
Not seeing you as a prise....you the person...
I have killed your spirit...I knew it not
I am man not a thinker...sigh...forgive me.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Even leaves beg me'' says Eagle
eagle, niggard and black
perched on sycomore on Nile bank
tasty fish gambolled in water
at lightening speed eagle caught
tasty fish and scrambled out
eagle flew and perched on a tree
man was under a tree
and glanced at what sat on tree
eagle and man eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying
''man may conjure him
by evil eyes''
eagle flew and perched on second tree
some birds were on that tree
Eagle and others birds eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying he
'' choke as birds watch him eating''
Eagle flew and perched on third tree
the breeze shook leaves of tree
eagle saw leaves unfolded shaking
like a begging hand
eagle flew away saying
'' everything beg me , even leaves
beg me too''
Eagle flew and perched on fourth withered tree
no birds, men and leaves around there
only exrtreme silence around there
eagle ate tasty fish
sang in loudest resounding voice
''eel fish and tasty fish are not the same
I ate tasyty fish until heart palpitated in happiness''
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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The Lonely Dove
A lonely dove struggled above
an ocean without a shore.
Weary of crying, "I am dying,
help me, I can fly no more." He wept alone and tried to wing on
but was too spent with pain.
He had no nest, or place of rest,
and fell, never to rise again. Now there is an empty space
where the lonely dove once flew.
For on one at all heard his haunting call
and only the Father his anguish knew. Now there is an empty space
where the lonely dove once flew.
For no one at all heard his haunting call
and only the Father his anguish knew.
Now just an empty silence falls
where the lonely dove cried alone.
For his calls ceased as he made his peace
and a deaf and blind world turns on.
poem by Kathy Dyer
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Like Her Mom Did
Tears run down her face
Her dad can tell it wasn’t a good day
She wanted to tell what was wrong
She wished that she could sing that song
Like her mom did
Her dad knew there was nothing he could say
She knew that she couldn’t ever pay
Her dad felt the heat in the room
He knew he needed to save her from doom
Like her mom did
She fled to her room and shut the door
Just as rain from her eyes began to pour
She turned on the radio to clam her down
She blasted it as high to the loudest sound
Like her mom did
As her dad knocked on the door
Trying not to bang or break the floor
All he wanted was to know what was wrong
All she wanted was to remember the song
That her mom sang
poem by Alexandra Anderson
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Fireflies.
They are flies born out
Fresh new rains, of today,
Flying around the fire
we lit to ward of the cold,
Brough by the rain.
They flew against the small
Gail tha blew acroos the bushes,
Which gnawed at the rain drops,
Stopped a few hours back.
They flew and flew round
The flames of the fire,
Taking in the heat the fire made,
And danced like butterflies,
Failing to bring the grace,
To fall into the fire, making
Small sparkles and sound,
Living a very short life,
And again ascended to heavens.
Ravikiran Arakkal.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Red Baron / Blue Max
The son of a major, Prussian nobleman
His name bestowed by a holy Roman
The war broke out, and looked to the air
24 hours of training he was there
100 miles an hour, top speed his plane would fly
and if he flew behind you, you know you're sure to die
Eighty kills, that are confirmed
While other pilots have so much more to learn
Red Baron! Blue Max! The albatross flies high
Red Baron! Blue Max! He's got you in his sights
The Red-Battle Flyer
Roll right fire
He sees no faces
The ace of aces
His British quarry flew a reckless flight
A shot from the ground took the red baron's life
He flew with honor, he flew with pride
In 1918, The battle flyer died
Chorus
The red baron...Blue max!
The albatross flies high
The red baron...Blue max!
He's got you in his sight!
song performed by by Iced Earth
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’Scaped
Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me -
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!'
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Morse Moose & The Grey Goose
Right on down at the bottom of the sea
Tell me are you receiving me?
My name is morse moose and Im calling you
The grey goose was a steady boat
People said shes never float
One night when the moon was high
The grey goose flew away
As we were sailing round the rocks
The mate took out his compass box
And said the wind is like a fox
But the grey goose flew away
When out upon the open sea
The admiral, the mate and me
Prepared to face eternity
But the grey goose flew away
She flew into the stormy sea
Davy jones was calling me
But heading for tranquility
The grey goose flew away
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The End Of The Tour
Theres a girl with a crown and a scepter
Whos on wlsd
And she says that the scene isnt what its been
And shes thinking of going home
That its old and its totally over now
And its old and its over, its over now
And its over, its over, its over now
I can see myself
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met
Out on interstate 91
I was bent metal you were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
And were never gonna tour again
No, were never gonna tour again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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