Chirpy morning
Chirpy morning no more
Where are you my dear sparrow.
No environment sustain
No regeneration forest maintain
If you not remain.
We are ungrateful to you
And using pesticide
And making rapid urbanization.
No more chirping morning
O sparrow, nobody is there
To save us from our clutches
As you know.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Vanishing Sparrow
VANISHING SPARROW
Oh! Sparrow! Where have you gone?
Till yesterday you were here born,
I wonder, how you're from us torn,
Oh! Sparrow! W here have you gone?
Oh! Sparrow! I remember your chirpy call,
To children you were their first pal;
It was a real sight, so sweetly pleasant,
To behold you hopping around us, hesitant!
We were in enchantment of your beauty,
Nibbling at the scattered grains in bounty;
To your cool chirps, we were driven,
Our hearts, you did merrily enliven.
A cozy two-some you were ever,
Your flight was with your lover;
You eagerly took sand and water baths,
At it with glee filled our happy hearts.
With you, once our houses were dotted,
But now from us you have parted;
With man, why are you, in strife?
You know, you play a role in the web of life!
Hark! I hear the little sparrow speak!
The small creature with it's tiny beak!
"Oh! Man, I love your company too,
I'm also like you, now down in rue;
Me, to live with you, you couldn't woo,
It's all your own making-so very true;
Your concrete buildings are a vainglorious show,
To live with animals and birds you have let go.
You have no dwelling place for this sparrow,
Your mind has become very narrow;
You manure the fields and harvest seeds,
You spray pesticide and kill our insect feeds.
Where have we to build our nests?
Where have we to have our rests?
Where are we to lay our eggs?
How are we to raise our chicks?
You're all enamoured of the cell phone,
You've built towers in every zone;
You're perhaps unaware of the microwaves
That ripple through and on our enclaves..
In this inhospitable atmosphere,
How are we to live with you here?
Oh! Man! Do ponder over our survival,
Does it not behoove you for our revival? "
Sorry! My dear sparrow-so very sorry,
We ne'er reflected over your woes-don't worry;
Thanks for enlightening us of your story,
We shall, sure, make amends promptly.
Just for you, we've ear-marked a special day,
It'll be celebrated across the Globe to pave a way;
From the year 2010 it'll be 20th of March every year,
Public awareness will certainly raise you, my dear.
We'll start House Sparrow habitat conservation,
And put up nest-boxes for your propagation;
We'll provide water and food regularly,
And switch back to organic farming presently.
We'll make you secure from the canines,
We'll let you be shielded from the felines;
You'll be safe from the human foot-falls,
And soon see yourself hopping with your pals.
I'm sure your population will thus increase,
And your animosity with us will cease;
Our progeny shall ever admire you as we did,
And we shall remain with you as you bid.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Little Sparrow
Little sparrow
Dolly parton = little sparrow
(chorus)
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain.
All ye maidens heed my warning
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend.
They will vow to always love you
Swear no love but yours will do
Then theyll leave you for another
Break your little heart in two
Repeat chorus
If I were a little sparrow, over these mountains I would fly
I would find him, I would find him, look into his lying eyes
I would flutter all around him, on my little sparrow wings
I would ask him, I would ask him, why he left me loving him
Repeat chorus
I am not a little sparrow, I am just the broken dream
Of a cold false-hearted lover and his evil cunning scheme
Repeat chorus
All ye maidens fair and tender
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you, like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend.
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Oh my sorrow never ends.
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Sparrow
Who will love a little sparrow
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree
"I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest
And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast"
Who will love a little sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan
"The entire idea is utterly absurd
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard."
Who will take pity in his heart
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat
"I would if I could but I cannot I know
I need all my grain to prosper and grow"
Who will love a little sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth
"For all I've created returns unto me
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Flights
Little sparrow, little sparrow
The prince is gone
Romance and magic flown
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Why do you circle round,
Round the hospital ground
And courtyard littered, concrete
Of facade gray, fading yellow red
Flocks and flocks a circling
Circling to escape sun beams
Seek holes and niches
Crevices and crannies
To nest in concrete
Tweeting calling, thrill of flight
Come in bands and crowds
Crowds and flocks
Each no bigger than my palm
Magpii and magi
Bewithcing souls of flight
And never landing, in my sight
Little sparrow little sparrow
What secret do you know
Impels you to go and fly about
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I know He watches
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
He watches me
I know
He watches
Me
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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White sparrow
white sparrow you see me standing
you could kill me without landing
your wing is just as long as a man
you are as cold as a snowy day
you have come here from heaven
you must of as you fight my devil's
your feathers turn slowly black with my sin
and yet you stay beautiful as always
my sin is like a ciggerate it will turn you black inside
but you cannot die as you are one in your own
you came from heaven so your holy arent you
god sent you for me so you must do what you must do
my heart was never red nor white but black
i was born with my sin and also that of my kin
but white sparrow you have taken that from me
and now you are dying you turned black whilst i change to white
oh my lord what a sight it must be to see
a boy like me clean of all carrying a bird of sin
i am carrying you white sparrow your heart is no longer cold
and your body no longer white nor wings large
but white sparrow you will not die, no you will not
for you white sparrow you came from heaven for me
when i picked my child's name people laughed you did not
you looked at my child in his cot and nodded now you cant
for white sparrow you dont belong with me not anymore
your must leave for heaven and recover to help others
so farewell white sparrow il missy you my saviour
now go to that sin filled woman and help her
for white sparrow i will look for you as you continue
for white sparrow i will see you in heaven....goodbye
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Save A Prayer ('Til The Morning After)
You saw me standing by the wall,
Corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun,
So you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go
Don't save a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside,
Look you down into the well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance
(Like all dreamers can't find another way)
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after,
Save it till the morning after
Pretty looking road,
try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise,
I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Lesbia’s Sparrow
All you Loves and Cupids cry
and all you men of feeling
my girl’s sparrow is dead,
my girl’s beloved sparrow.
She loved him more than herself.
He was sweeter than honey, and he
knew her, as she knows her mother.
He never flew out of her lap,
but, hopping about here and there,
just chirped to his lady, alone.
Now he is flying the dark
no one ever returns from.
Evil to you, evil Shades
of Orcus, destroyers of beauty.
You have stolen the beautiful sparrow from me.
Oh sad day! Oh poor little sparrow!
Because of you my sweet girl’s eyes
are red with weeping, and swollen.
poem by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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Spring
Good morning dear daddy,
Good morning dear mum,
Good morning dear Teddy,
It looks the spring has come.
Awakened at the dawn
My dream at once has gone.
I’ve heard the song of starling,
Our feathered friends are coming.
The sparrows are chirping,
The titmouse is whistling,
The starling pours the trills,
The warmth of spring it feels.
The magic sounds fill the world
The drops from roofs are pearled.
These drops are ringing,
The whole world is singing.
The sparrow’s song cares the ear,
Its sounds are magic and fair,
And here was my thought:
On its wings the spring was brought.
Birds are scurrying around
For a nest to be found.
All around is in the motion
Seeking for the devotion.
The starlings rise into the sky.
I also wish to fly.
My heart began to think,
The sun began to wink.
***
The days are getting longer and brighter.
A lot of time for a poet and a writer.
A lot of time to think everything over
And…….to become…….A Doer!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 20th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
(mrs. s. martin)
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home?
When jesus is my portion
My constant friend
Is he
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
I sing because Im happy
I sing because Im free
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
His eye, his eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches
I know he watches
I know he watches me
I sing because Im happy
I sing because Im free
His eye is on the sparrow
I know, I know, I know he watches over
He watches over me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Save A Prayer
You saw me standing by the wall, corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone aint much fun so youre looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go.
Dont save a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
No dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside look down into the well
If you can youll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance (like all dreamers cant find another way.)
You dont have to dream it all, just live a day.
(chorus)
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after....
-
Pretty looking road I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Dont ask me why Ill keep my promise Ill melt the ice
And you wanted to dance, so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul,
Some people call it a one night stand, but we can call it paradise
(chorus)
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Do do do do do, do do do do do do do do
Save a prayer til the morning after...
Save a prayer til the morning after...
Save a prayer til the morning after,
Save a prayer til the morning after...
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Twitter Of Nostalgia
today my heart echoes
the collective chirping of domestic sparrows
who woke us up each morning and
brought us homeward in the evenings...
hop and skip like playing hopscotch
she would enter through the door
turn her neck in all dierections
as if to greet the guests(?)
sometimes she would slip into
the room with her characteristic ease
through the window bars with bits and odds
tightly clutched in her beak to reach the
roof of our rented tiles and
we would hurry to switch off the whirring fan
for years she and her friends woke us
every morning with the tiny wings flapping
and the small voice box twittering
every evening the twitter would drive
us homeward from our rustic games
every summer afternoon was a spectacle
as she would swoop down or come hopping
to hang on the edge of the small earthern pot
dad would arrange for the winged friends
they would take their fill and flip-falp the wings
in the small puddle as if it's nobody's business
in rains they would settle under the
slope of the roof with watered feathers
looking still browner...
we grew up amidst their chirping
sometimes in the afternoons
a ticktack would wake us from
our siesta, my little wings
amused at the other in the mirror
every cozy corner, including a book rack
was befitting enough to breed her clan
eating like a sparrow, grandma would say
as we snatched tidbits from their hidden counters
they're so much part of our lives
making the roof their home
at times a small ball of cotton
or a handful of grass or an egg or a baby sparrow
would dropp on the floor or on the beds
how my pillow would soak my tears as i
every night recalled the tale of a gentle sparrow
that lived in a cow-dung home with the proud crow
as the neighbour living in a nest of twigs
when the rain washed away the sparrow home
the crow refused to give her any shelter...
i would imagine how the lonely bird
flew alone with the babies trailing after in that rain...
i would sob uncontrollably...
where are you my sparrow?
'what's this picika gola! '
('picika is sparrow...'gola' is mischief)
we would be shouted at
when our voices lost control
and when we shifted to an urban habitat
how we missed the twitter and the chirping
we all silently carried them concealed secure
in the several folds of our hearts as we now
wake up each morning to a jagged silence
ringing loud from our empty hearts...
where are you dear friend?
some seventeen years ago she hoisted
our spirits when on a fine morning when i was
feeding my toddler she hopped into the room
and made sure i fed him proper...
'tha! ' the little boy would greet her
with food filled mouth with the twinkle of
a toddler that reflected in my eyes
what time sense you've, my winged friend!
pesticides robbed her of her food chain
deforestation deprived her of her habitate
supermarkets stole away her grain
concrete jungles cut her off from everything else
modern day life, communication networks
and the ensuing radiation pronounced
a death-sentence...
whenever brute force is applied
on the innocent and the hapless
'picika meeda brahmaastram'
(a thunder bolt employed on a sparrow)
goes the idiom in my mother tongue
and that's exactly the injustice
meted out to these meek creatures
my lovely little sparrow
hidden secure in our hearts
how much i long to see you, hear you...
tell me, will you gain your wings back
if i offer my heart on your altar
to fill the world with
your twitter and chirping?
20mar2010
21.55hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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About The Sparrow In The Park
that there was once a sparrow
in the park
Papa and I never had the
time seeing it
we did not spend time
together
sitting in the park
viewing a sparrow in front of us
i never had the chance
asking him about the sparrow
neither did he.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Flower For Love And Painting
i am the flower
which dreamt to be..
a sparrow
to see herself
when she dreamt..
to be a sparrow
crossing the time
and the place
to prevent her dream
of being..
a sparrow
and be a flower
deams of nothing
but being a flower
for love..
and painting.
poem by Ahmed Khaled
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The Death of Lesbia’s Sparrow
Mourn, O you Loves and Cupids
and such of you as love beauty:
my girl’s sparrow is dead,
sparrow, the girl’s delight,
whom she loved more than her eyes.
For he was sweet as honey, and knew her
as well as the girl her own mother,
he never moved from her lap,
but, hopping about here and there,
chirped to his mistress alone.
Now he goes down the shadowy road
from which they say no one returns.
Now let evil be yours, evil shadows of Orcus,
that devour everything of beauty:
you’ve stolen lovely sparrow from me.
O evil deed! O poor little sparrow!
Now, by your efforts, my girl’s eyes
are swollen and red with weeping.
poem by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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A Re-Assurance
With what doubting eyes, oh sparrow,
Thou regardest me,
Underneath yon spray of yarrow,
Dipping cautiously.
Fear me not, oh little sparrow,
Bathe and never fear,
For to me both pool and yarrow
And thyself are dear.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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I Believe In The Man In The Sky
(words & music by richard howard)
The steps that lead to any church
Form a stairway to a star
Theyre part of God and should be trod
More often than they are
I believe in the man in the sky
I believe with his help Ill get by
My footsteps may falter
My eyes may grow dim
But hes my gibraltar
Im trusting in him
Though a sparrow is all I may be
On me he will still keep an eye
Yes Im singing his praise
Till the end of my days
I believe in the man in the sky
Sparrow, sparrow am i
Keep an eye
Yes Im singing his praise
Till the end of my days
I believe in the man in the sky
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A View From Here (Part 2)
two days after
the sparrow has a nest
upon a twig
covered by leaves
the other sparrow
waits by the sill of my
window
looking over
a windless view
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Abstraction Fo The Word Chirp....
i hear birds chirping
early morning
on those trees
clouds arrive, light
spreads,
green becomes too green
in the fields of
life,
i hear birds chirping
sweet to my ear
i give it priority
abstract. delet morning
move out clouds from the picture
double click green fields
focus on life
delet birds
add volume to chirping
it is all chirping now
just chirping
chirping chirping
the essence of chirp.
i have abstracted it from
everything else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mother Sparrow Leaves Not Carrying Anything
the mother sparrow does not
know about a funeral
how can it hold a white flower
entertain meaning
using its black, short beak?
today, her young sparrow
lies dead
shattered wings, severed feathers
the worker-ants are sensing the scent of blood
the delicacy of sparrow meat
and now carry them all toward their
queen
underground
there is no memory for mother sparrows
there is no son
the fledgling is gone, gone
then she flies far away
to another season
not carrying anything, not a seed even inside her gut
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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