Always blue
I am nature’s lover
Staunch supporter and believer
I venture out to hear morning calm
I find trees but do not look at palm
So much height and beyond reach
Can not impart anything or teach
I find calm sea at beach
More to learn and less to preach
I hear calm echo in morning
It has opened up with new beginning
Lots of birds still resting in nest
Maya come out any time to serve the best
Have you not heard?
I said “M blue bird'
why you still wait?
You may get late
Smile on her face for while
when I had walked for miles
I heard beautiful voice
I did not think but made a choice
With lots of friend around
No similarities found
Love bird seemed to me very sound
Now I search for breeding ground
I know we will find a home
With happiness to welcome
New beginning with lots of thing in mind
You were generous enough to be very kind
I can fill in the gap
I think it as right step
I have nothing think for right or wrong
She is ideal and one of the best among
I loved the way you responded
I had not sent a word or corresponded
It was appearance of rare bird
What a magic voice was heard?
I was just lost with natural echo
It tore apart silent zone long ago
I wondered to have found a rare bird
Still lost with music never heard
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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This Morning Bird
This morning bird likes to sing
She likes to hear the morning bells ring
This morning bell is nice and clear to me
This morning bird shows no sympathy
This morning bird is very calm
But not calm enough when it
Comes to cruelty and bombs
So be careful and be calm to this morning bird
Because her sounds are the best things u ever heard
poem by Va Rockeya Foy

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Beautiful Bird
I once found a beautiful bird
Upon my ground all battered and hurt
And I mended its wing
And I taught it how to sing
As time passed on
My beautiful bird
There came a song
That I had never heard
Now it was a haunting melody
And she played it just for me
So don't let go
My beautiful bird
Don't say no
Until you have heard
What I have to say
That she don't find love everyday
Don't let go
My beautiful bird
Don't say no
Until you have heard
What I have to say
That you don't find love every day
I once found a beautiful bird
Upon my ground all battered and hurt
Now I mended its wing
And I taught it how to sing
So don't let go
My beautiful bird
Don't say no
Until you have heard
What I have to say
That she don't find love everyday
song performed by by Travis

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The Voice
One feather is a bird,
I claim; one tree, a wood;
In her low voice I heard
More than a mortal should;
And so I stood apart,
Hidden in my own heart.
And yet I roamed out where
Those notes went, like the bird,
Whose thin song hung in air,
Diminished, yet still heard:
I lived with open sound,
Aloft, and on the ground.
That ghost was my own choice,
The shy cerulean bird;
It sang with her true voice,
And it was I who heard
A slight voice reply;
I heard; and only I.
Desire exults the ear:
Bird, girl, and ghostly tree,
The earth, the solid air--
Their slow song sang in me;
The long noon pulsed away,
Like any summer day.
poem by Theodore Roethke

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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Divine Bird
i would skp the best musical concert
to listen one more time to this morning bird
it makes me regret for not having been
a bird watcher and getting to know the name
of every bird and how every bird makes sure
they shine their best in voice rather than feathers
for feathers are just for a show of form but the
voice how well they have cultivated themselves
with the bountiful freedoms strewn below their wings
it was only two mornings ago, i first heard him
sing in among the many trees lining the boulevard
outside my condominium, the Crescent Court
the enchanting haunting notes of his song shocked
me into wondering whether it was really a bird that
sang those pristine notes, notes that seemed to have
streamed out of the sacred sanctum of God, so many
diverse notes, so well handled, they sounded
like a song written by the Divine for one special bird
one most holy entree to the dawn of a new day
i prayed to the Divine to allow me hear that bird
again, a bird that has sung his way into my my poem,
a bird probably from another realm where birds could
understand the workings of the heavens better than men
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo

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Chanson Sans Paroles
I the deep violet air,
Not a leaf is stirred;
There is no sound heard,
But afar, the rare
Trilled voice of a bird.
Is the wood's dim heart,
And the fragrant pine,
Incense, and a shrine
Of her coming. Apart,
I wait for a sign.
What the sudden hush said,
She will hear, and forsake,
Swift, for my sake,
Her green, grassy bed:
She will hear and awake!
She will hearken and glide,
From her place of deep rest,
Dove-eyed, with the breast
Of a dove, to my side:
The pines bow their crest.
I wait for a sign:
The leaves to be waved,
The tall tree-tops laved
In a flood of sunshine,
This world to be saved!
In the deep violet air,
Not a leaf is stirred;
There is no sound heard,
But afar, the rare
Trilled voice of a bird.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

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The Cat's Cry
In the place I knew and visited
So often and even rested
I wondered why I heard a cat's cry
As if trying to say some 'Hi'
I looked left and right
But could not see a slight
No cat or whatever to see
Only imagined by me?
Yet I was sure as hell
And could swear or tell
That I had heard that sweet
Short like a bird's tweet
Ah! There it is once more
This time I am very sure
It's quite loud and plain
And coming again and again
There is a bit of fear
In that voice, very clear
Some distress or some pain
It is not crying out in vain
I search here and there
Up the steps and down somewhere
Behind the bin and the door
I even went down the store
It brought about an urgency
A resonance of some lunacy
Why should I think and find
A cat whom I should not mind
Yet I keep looking around
In the direction of sound
To see the origin of this tide
Which rises in heart's shoreside
Is there a familiar malencholy
Or just my mind's folly
Perhaps, I see myself
As the cat on the shelf
At least I heard its cry soon
But I sit to wonder soon
No one who can hear
My mind's cry, I fear.
poem by Dr Avinash Dal

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Quail's Nest
I wandered out one rainy day
And heard a bird with merry joys
Cry 'wet my foot' for half the way;
I stood and wondered at the noise,
When from my foot a bird did flee--
The rain flew bouncing from her breast
I wondered what the bird could be,
And almost trampled on her nest.
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a shepherd in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
He knew and said it was a quail's,
For he himself the nest had found,
Among the wheat and on the green,
When going on his daily round,
With eggs as many as fifteen.
Among the stranger birds they feed,
Their summer flight is short and low;
There's very few know where they breed,
And scarcely any where they go.
poem by John Clare

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Farewell Little Bird
Little bird,
why are you so lonely?
Did you not like your home
that I have prepared for you?
Look! it's made of gold!
Can't you see?
I have given you
the nicest place to live
because
you are so dear to me.
Little bird
please sing me a song,
the one
that I have heard from you
the day I saw you in the forest
before I made you mine.
Little bird,
why are you still lonely?
Is my heart for you
not enough?
Do you really want your life
back in the forest? ....
Little bird,
there you are!
now, spread your wings
I'm setting you free.....
Little bird,
I'd rather let you go
and see your happiness,
than keep you beside me
and see your loneliness.
Farewell little bird.
I wish
to hear your song again
......in the forest.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano

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Silver Bird
This morning as I walked, I gazed out across my land
Lying there all still lying there upon the sand
A big silver bird had planted itself into the ground
And being the kind of person who isnt very easily alarmed
Decided to take a walk to see just what I could find
Walked around the walls, tapping to find me a door
Looking for a windows to see if I could find out more
Big silver bird let me inside your plane
Want to fly so high fly me high, away
All of a sudden the door slid back and someone was there
A strange kind of being spoke to me in my tongue
Step inside, well take you away in our plane
Well fly you so high, youll never have the chance to complain
To leave this earth, never even (? ? ? ) ...
Stepping inside I fixed myself into a seat
Holding on, lord, I heard them engines start to beat
Big silver bird let me inside your plane
Want to fly so high, fly me high away
(instrumental part)
song performed by by Ufo

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There Is A Voice...by jojobean & David Harris
There Is A Voice
Written by JoJo Bean and David Harris
There is a voice in every form
A song in every breeze
Just listen to the thunderous storm
The wind that whistles in the trees
Or have you heard the oceans cry
And the hush of a bird on wing
Happiness in the morning dawn
And sadness that the end of day brings
Listen with your senses
At the voices all around
And hear about our world
Through the voices of its song
Learn to listen
With your mind’s eye
Whenever you watch a small bird
Wing its way across the sky
16-17 January 2008
Gliding Bird
(Tom Slocum)
Gliding bird gliding through the sky
I'm wondering why I can't be why I can't be as free
Gliding bird gliding all day long
Sing your secret song away from all these faces that I see
Is where I want to be
My feet are so tired
They walked too many miles
If I run so wild like heaven's child
I'll learn to fly someday
Gliding bird riding in the sun
Rainbow colors run
I hear the wind
I hear its mournful call
Gliding bird high above the sea
Is it longing to be free
Your voice is silent
But your wings tell all
song performed by by Emmylou Harris

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What Now Little Bird?
what now little bird?
you look around you
the nest is empty
and mother bird is far away
and siblings
have taken the first jump
to the pond
to learn to float
and then
fly
you think that mother-bird
comes back
to feed you with another worm?
no, little bird
no one is coming back for you
you do not even
know if you have a father-bird
to save you
no, little bird
do not wait
do not waste your time
the sun shines
and it is time
for you to go too
fly now
little bird
find the real meaning of your wings....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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The Last Thing You Said
So may people have heard me cry
Since that terrible day when you said goodbye
So many dark corners have heard me say
How the light has gone out since you went away
Everyones heard of how you left me again
Everyones heard about my so-called friend
They tell me Im a fool, but I dont hear a word
cause the last thing you said was the last thing I heard
How many times Ive tried to talk to my heart
But it wont even listen since you tore it apart
I have to tell myself theres only one thing to do
Try and find someone else and forget about you
I know she doesnt mean a thing in the world
I waste my hours with another girl
She says she loves me so but I dont hear a word
cause the last thing you said was the last thing I heard
song performed by by Todd Rundgren

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Bird-Magic
Where no birds breathe, bird-magic breathes
Bird-beauty, bird-spirit, bird-splendour,
And brings where no bird wings,
Wing-beats that woo me to wonder.
What do I want when a woman can warm
Bird-magic from her bosom, her womanly arms?
Her lips that are petals, her thighs that are trees,
Boughful with blossoms of softness and ease?
What is the liquid that lingers with love
In her voice? Is the music that hangs in her eyes?
The dewdrop.that dangles from finger-tip touch?
The mellifluous magic that moves me so much?
This is no bird-magic:
This is woman, who with a sweep of her hair
Sends birds bursting to wings in the air.
This is woman, whose frown
Droops dark feathers down.
This is woman; her smile, her kiss, her holding in arms,
Hold more bliss for me than bird-charms.
poem by Tan Pratonix

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At Issue
THAT voice I hear,—how heard I cannot tell,—
Although my home is this, seems from my home:
There… still it trails along and murmurs “Come”;
Like the slow death of sound within a bell,
Or like the humming whine in some pink shell
Wet with the brittle beadage of the foam
Which bird—eyed damsels stoop for when they roam
By the old sea. Were't not exceeding well
To shake my soul out of this tiresome life
For a call any—whence and any—whither?
That voice knows all the life I have or had,
And mocks me not,—it's whisper is too sad.
Even to attain calm sorrow lures me thither,
Since here this search for joy wearies like strife.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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The Green Thicket
All in a green thicket I heard a bird sing,
And blithe though his song was it made the tears spring,
To hear a bird sing as he swung on his spray,
All in a green thicket at break of the day.
All in a green thicket his song it did pour
That told of the Springs that shall come nevermore,
That sang of sweet blossoms, now faded and dry,
All in a green thicket in Aprils gone by.
All in a green thicket that morning in Spring,
I smelt the sharp scent of each young growing thing,
I smelt the sweet herbage all drowned with the dew,
And the time that's gone from me was with me anew.
All in a green thicket at break of the day
It was like the dear voice of a friend far away,
It was like the kind touch of a hand that I know,
And the smile and the tears of dead Aprils ago,
All in a green thicket one morning in Spring,
For to smell the young woodland and hear the bird sing,
Oh, long did I loiter and dream by the way,
All in a green thicket at break of the day.
poem by Cicely Fox Smith

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I Hear Your Voice
Out of the lonely blue
U went away and left me
(I... I hear your voice)
Without, without one single word
(I... I hear your voice)
Night after night like a ghost from the past
(I... I hear your voice calling in the night)
Your voice is all I heard
I cant take it, baby (I...)
Dont let me die like this
I remember just like it was yesterday
I woke up, baby, and U were gone
I didnt even wanna carry myself up outta bed
Let alone, I didnt wanna carry on
Cuz I could hear (I hear your voice calling in the night)
I cant stop it no matter how hard I try
I can hear (I hear your sound calling in the dark)
In a word, I feel like I wanna die
I started lookin, lookin from dusk till dawn
4 ways that I wouldnt miss U so much (I hear your voice)
I even bought a new dress, uh, but when I put it on
I could still, huh, still feel your touch
And I can hear (I hear your voice calling in the night)
I cant stop it no matter how hard I try
I can hear (I hear your sound calling in the dark)
In a word, I feel like I wanna die (I...)
My friends tell me that I need a new love
A bird in hand beats 2 in the bush (I hear your voice)
What my friends dont know, huh, and I aint about 2 tellem
Is that Ure the only bird, Ure the only one who knows what buttons 2 push
It dont take no scientist 2 tell U whats wrong with me
It dont take good vision, huh, 2 see what any fool could see
(I hear your voice calling in the night)
That I just need your body, I just need your f-f-face
Right where it counts - no, not in another place
(I hear your voice calling in the night)
Im talkin about all up, talkin about all down
Every inch, U see? I dont need U cross town
U better read my lips, I need it here with me
I cant stop it no matter how I try
(I hear your sound calling in the dark)
In a word, I feel like I wanna die
(I hear your voice)
I cant take it, baby
(I hear your voice)
Dont let me die like this
No!
I... I hear your voice {x2}
I... I hear your voice calling in the night
I
song performed by by Prince

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Sad cuckoo
Have you ever seen sad cuckoo?
Yes I have seen and it is very much true
Hardly any one can notice it in early hours
As cuckoo has disappeared and seen no where
I sued to wake up with her call
When night was about to face its fall
So dreadful, frightening and calm
I heard her melodious voice with no harm
Some new habitats are coming up on hills
It is strong dissent by birds and animals
Wild animals attack the human beings
As they are capable and first kings
Some time in the morning I heard beautiful voice
As if calm with no more music to create with noise
As forbidden to use morning top places near by
Time has come for them to bid a good bye
I guessed it right
They had made no effort to fight
With no option in hand but to migrate
No more melody in morning to state
They are now no where
Vacated place and gone somewhere
Thick branches and trees have disappeared
Their existence is totally now feared
They might have gone too far
But that places are not too safer
It is unfortunate that we have turned cruel
Hand is laid everywhere to speak unwell
It can be considered unfortunate and not right
But think of peasants and small farmer's plight
They are influenced by high price rise
Brought round the corner to sell it to our surprise
Not only birds, animals but poor may be scarce
The talk of future development may turn farce
All over you may find high rise buildings
For small piece of land you may find high biddings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Whisper My Name
I heard a freight train out across the way
I heard a woman sing amazing grace
I heard a night bird call to its mate
When I heard you whisper my name
I heard freedom break its chain
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I heard a heart beat where once on sound remained
I heard angels rise and praise
When I heard you whisper my name
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I heard music bring a heart of stone to tears
I heard peace ring like an anthem through the years
And I heard hatred fall from grace
When I heard you whisper my name
Beating softly against the waves
Fell a sound of an early morning rain
And though the lighting and thunder came
I still heard you whisper my name
And I heard angels rise and praise
When I heard you whisper my name
song performed by by Randy Travis

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