This Day
I feel foolish,
like those silly robins jumping on the ditch boughs
when I run by them.
Those robins do not have the grand style of the red tailed hawk,
no design, no dream, just robins acting stupid.
They've never smoked cigarettes, drank whiskey, consumed drugs
as I have.
In their mindless
fluttering about
filled with nonsense,
they tell me how they
love the Great Spirit,
scold me not to be self-pitying,
to open my life
and make this day a bough on a tree
leaning over infinity, where eternity flows forward
and with day the river runs
carrying all that falls in it.
Be happy Jimmy, they chirp,
Jimmy, be silly, make this day a tree
leaning over the river eternity
and fuss about in its branches.
poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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Wrens And Robins In The Hedge
Wrens and robins in the hedge,
Wrens and robins here and there;
Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,
Everywhere! C
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Tomorrow Robins Will Sing
Now every ting is lovely
So dont put yu trust inna false prophecy
Dis a de edley shine & stevie
You might wonder
Stand firm to all those who feel concern
Ca when you cant see the light
You must see the robins in flight
Life is just a matter of time or space
So all those who have to face sorrow
Shall only have to wait till tomorrow
Big tings a guan dis year
So mek we drop inna gear
Come cross missa stevie wonder
Watch it!
Now where do I start to make the point that Ill be making
To most efficiently use your time that Ill be taking
With the clear understanding that every ticking second is precious to us all
But if you let me bend your ear and listen up you will hear
Not just what I say, but every word that I am saying
You wake in the morning from a dream with spirits dope hype
Though you real life condition is far from being alright
Your love has wronged you, your moneys gone, youve lost your home and everything you own
But before you do something major extreme
Ive got one simple thing for you to take along with you, as you go on your lonely way
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
You borrow a dime to call up a friend that you could rely on
They put the phone down, you hear in the background tell him Im not home
Your face is broken, your throat is chokin, you hang up the phone in disbelief
And to make matters worse
You can remember you were the first and only one to come to him when lonely was his everyday
But if what you did came from your heart and not expecting
Then you should not waste one heart beat on any regretting
The sayings older than old yet true for today as when it was made to be told
As you saw so shall you reap
And if youve treated life sweet
Your blessings been ordained and already on its way
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
Today is the tomorrow you were so worried about
Looking over your yesterday
The clouds are gone and the sun is out
And everything has worked out irie okay
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Robins And The Rats
the robins are the most
visible feeders
of my rice which i have put
beside the house
but the rats underneath the pile
also take their share
of this bounty
i envy them all
because from you my dear neighbor
you have never shared anything
you have fenced yourself so high
as though we are your rats and robins
that you fear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Because the Bee may blameless hum
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Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because the Flowers unafraid
May lift a look on thine, a Maid
Alway a Flower would be.
Nor Robins, Robins need not hide
When Thou upon their Crypts intrude
So Wings bestow on Me
Or Petals, or a Dower of Buzz
That Bee to ride, or Flower of Furze
I that way worship Thee.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Sunday Suitor
Meadow floor, ocean view
Laying on thatched dandelions dressed in dew.
You bathe me with nature's flowers
Growing wild after a Spring shower.
Robins sing a romantic tune
Under a blue moon. My lip bathe you into exaltation
Perched robins peer, delighted in our copulation.
Squirrels scurry from their nest
While our hearts rest.
Forever my Sunday Suitor.
poem by Cindy Brazil
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Lazy River
Up a lazy river by the old mill stream
That lazy, hazy river where we both can dream
Linger in the shade of an old oak tree
Throw away your troubles, dream a dream with me
Up a lazy river where the robins song
Wakes up in the mornin, as we roll along
Blue skies up above ....everyones in love
Up a lazy river, how happy we will be, now
Up a lazy river with me
(instrumental break)
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
That lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
You can linger in the shade of that fine ole tree
Throw, away your troubles, baby, dream with me
Up a lazy river where the robins song
Wakes a brand new mornin as we roll along
There are blue skies up above...and as long as were in love
Up a lazy river, how happy we could be
If you go up a lazy river with me
Ah said with me now.....goinup that... lazy river..... with me
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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The mag-pie-robins
Two mag-pie-robins
Sitting on an electric cable
Are singing love song
poem by Asif Andalib
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
Why my Granite lip!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Three Intimations
My tree is still bare
though tender
buds flare.
The mockingbirds know.
They fall on robins,
fiercely cawing.
White cranes rise,
face the sun,
and flash fire.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Laws Of Nature
In the lonely wood of Clara orange breast robin pipes his song
A warning to all Clara robins 'that this here space to me belong'
And neighbour cock robin listen and the message is understood
Of old cocky himself master at the corner of the wood.
Every morning of the Spring time from branch of tall larch tree
He utter forth a warning in a song like melody
As if to say 'hey neighbour robin stay clear of my boundary'
For if you venture across my border blood will be spilt needlessly.
Even in the wilds of the wild kingdom all creatures are not wholly free
Some are bound by law of Nature to stay in one territory
And like us mortal humans they fall out and disagree
And they wage war on each other and for the loser it's die or flee.
In the lonely wood of Clara on this bright morning in May
Orange breast robin pipes his warning 'keep away oh keep away'
Keep away ye other robins from my wife and family
Dare ye venture across my border this acre belong to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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She's Lost Control
Brooke Bloom, Marc Menchaca, Dennis Boutsikaris, Laila Robins, Tobias Segal, Robert Longstreet, Roxanne Day, Ryan Homchick
by Anja Marquardt from She's Lost Control (2014)
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Discombobulation
The sun was just above the horizon.
I thought, is the star rising or setting?
I’ll just lie here awhile; keep an eye on
It to see which way the fire is heading.
It’s strange, I know I’m lying in my bed
But I don’t remember retiring.
Am I asleep and dreaming this instead?
This dreadful state is mind boggling.
It’s like being awake in a nightmare
And all that I see is not what it seems
To be. I know one thing for sure, I’m scared.
Egad! I hope I’m not dead in this dream.
I looked again at the sun. It was rising!
It’s morn! I can hear the robins singing.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Soul Within A Dream (Dream Within a Soul)
Near the sea,
I filled the earth with fan leaf tree
To give chirping robins a clasp, and hide
Late the day, one enjoys the ebbs of tide
Someday, one could tell what nature be
a dream that stays with me
All worries, pressure of the day subside
The future of the unborn child
Under which a soul could rest
From crux, a tortured crest
This place hath done whats fair
Epitaph of my sweet ember's care
Dream is noble for the soul
Whose soul dream not
Faint -hearted dream it is without soul
and soul it is that dream, if by dream is soul we ennoble
I dream and filled the earth today
Hoped that dream would always stay
The time will I expire and rest on the ground
My dream will grow, stand, and live this land
poem by Kristoffer Randolf Ramos
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Someday
someday..
the robins will sing again
my lovesong long gone wheh you..
disappeared on te hills
and mountains beyond
and rode an caribous without feet
you had taken and shown the devils in you
long been there before you destroy my life
took away the lights of the stars
with your dobious charms and devilish smiles
i do not want to chase you..i just wanted to let you
by now and be with your devil lovers hiding in..
the blackmoon riding on chariots squeaking
of twisted wheels..
someday...
the flowers will blomm even in winter
flowers that wilted when you
scampered away and shattered my dreams..
you leftmy heart broken when you shouted
over hills and dales that you had found another devil
that gives you the power to buy
the gems that will never be found..
you had shown the real you..
a black angel that sings not of melody but of elegy
not of dreams but nightmares you excel
i do not even dreamt of following you..
i do not need to waste again my moments for..
a prankster as you..
someday...
i will sing my song again..
with the robins while building a nes on the..
bosom of the oak tree deeply rooted on..
a fertlie ground of my beloved home
someday..
my flowers will bloom again even
there is winter.even there is fall
for with a learnt heart..
and mind of wisdom..i know
i will be in love
to someone much much better than you...
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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The Cuckoo
No lyric line I ever penned
The praise this parasitic bird;
And what is more, I don't intend
To write a laudatory word,
Since in my garden robins made
A nest with eggs of dainty spot,
And then a callous cuckoo laid
A lone on on the lot.
Of course the sillies hatched it out
Along with their two tiny chicks,
And there it threw its weight about,
But with the others would not mix.
In fact, it seemed their guts to hate,
And crossly kicked them to the ground,
So that next morning, sorry fate!
Two babes stone dead I found.
These stupid robins, how they strove
To gluttonize that young cuckoo!
And like a prodigy it throve,
And daily greedier it grew.
How it would snap and glup and spit!
Till finally it came to pass,
Growing too big the nest to fit,
It fell out on the grass.
So for a week they fed it there,
As in a nook of turf it lay;
But it was scornful of their care,
for it was twice as big as they.
When lo! one afternoon I heard
A flutelike call: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Then suddenly that foulsome bird
Flapped to its feet and flew.
I'm sure it never said goodbye
To its fond foster Pa and Ma,
Though to their desolated sigh
It might have chirruped: "Au revoir."
But no, it went in wanton mood,
Flying the coop for climates new
And so I say: "Ingratitude,
They name's Cuckoo."
poem by Robert William Service
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More Confetti Please!
They would like it,
With cream and berries
Topped with a lollipop!
They wish it to be...
Scented with lilac.
And glaring with a rainbow,
Nonstop!
And with Robins and Morning doves,
To sing.
With a Sun beaming on a clear horizon.
They...
Want it all.
And cushy.
As cushy as a tush can be!
They want a life that's free...
Of rain.
'More confetti please! '
They would like it,
With cream and berries
Topped with a lollipop!
They wish it to be...
Scented with lilac.
And glaring with a rainbow,
Nonstop!
And with Robins and Morning doves,
To sing.
With a Sun beaming on a clear horizon.
They...
Want it all.
And cushy.
As cushy as a tush can be!
They want a life that's free...
Of rain.
As cushy as a tush can be!
Yes,
They do...
Want it all.
And free,
Of rain!
'What do you mean...
You've run out of confetti? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soft As Heaven
Your arms of the Taj Mahal
You capture the drowning feathers
Red crinoline rainbows
Norway pines sighing in the Rockies
Sky with visitors
Venus has winds of fire
Buffalo like ghosts of the plains
We ride the crest of the tides
Slow rhythmic mystic tides
Gather the philodendrons
Dream on golden fields
Sing in the honey meadows
Breeze with fingers of poetry
Dreams sing like crystal rivers
Radiant cardinals on the boughs
Robins share such hope
Children laugh like islands
Night brings a gracious dawn
The sheets still have star dust
I love to hold you
I love to awake with you next to me
Inspired to be a better man
You sleep like a honeymoon
Your hair as soft as heaven
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Robins May Have Red Breasts
I know why I am not included,
In your conversations.
Most of the time I am ignored.
And that is done,
Without hesitation.
However...
Allow me to just say this.
And it will be done swiftly and quick.
SUMMER,
Is not WINTER.
And...
Neither is WINTER,
A time for SPRING.
Robins may have red breasts.
But it is their chirping,
The attention to them brings!
Thank you!
I will now exit...
To disappear from you to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer Can Be Fun
here comes summer with
chirping robins, buddling roses
there comes the summer with
gentle showers, summer clothes
here come summer
whosh-shiver there it gose
here comes summer
with hot weather
for me and my friends
to go down the beach and
enjoy the sun
and have fun in the sea.
poem by Kirsty Coleman
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