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Nest

it smells stale like fish rotting in the drain
a mishmash of of straws from streets here and there
put together in a hurry the fasion of a frantic chase for love
and feathers a latter addition, they stuck onto the straws
starched by leftovers of food, of love, affection and faeces
here and there, little furry feathers orchestrate a dance
heralding a dream that has grown and flown away

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Teardrop

Liz fraser
(love)love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
In the night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful my love
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful my love
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
Stumbling a little (x2)

song performed by by Massive Attack
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The Last Straw

(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories
Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare
Opening the doors for the dreams to come home
We live out lives in private shells
Ignore our senses and fool ourselves
To thinking that out there theres someone else cares
Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers...
Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible
Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care
Were terminal cases that keep talking medicine
Pretending the end isnt quite that near
We make futile gestures, act to the cameras
With our made up faces and pr smiles
And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us
Well find out that after all, were only men of straw
But everything is still the same
Passing the time passing the blame
We carry on in the same old way
Well find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say
Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water
Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of
The feeling you get is similar to something like drowning
Out of your mind, youre out of your depth, you should have taken soundings
Clutching at straws, were clutching at straws, were clutching at straws
And if you ever come across us dont give us your sympathy
You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands
And youll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside were all one and the same
Were clutching at straws
Were still drowning
Clutching at straws
Were still drowning, yeah clutching at straws
Im still drowning
Were clutching at straws
Im still drowning

song performed by by Marillion
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Feathers!

feathers on me
again and again
first to fly and now to earth rest
enable me to get ready
and carried me through you
anywhere there are feathers
like you said!
in me in you!

a very strange and intoxicating feeling
afterwards, that you traced my body
maybe i have gasp, of some lack of air!
in high feather, full feathers
you will be writhing with ecstacy
Very pleasurable for me
I feel extremely good
you make me a path a invisible way

eagle feathers very powerful
sound bird feathers very delicate
for tight places or open places
make his sound so soft
Ah! My God! ! !
give me the name of that medicine!
Feathers on me!
Feathers on you!

poem by Mirna Morgan
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M+M's

You and I should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
We'll blast the stereo and we'll drive to Madagascar

Because when I'm with you there's nothing I wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone

My love life was getting so bland
There are only so many ways I can make love with my hand
Sometimes it makes me want to laugh
Sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath

Because when I'm with you there's nothing I wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone

Who's gonna be the odd man out?
I don't want to be the odd man out
Is this going to be the end
Or are you going to be my new girlfriend?

song performed by by Blink 182
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M m's

You and i should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
We'll blast the stereo and we'll drive to madagascar
Because when i'm with you there's nothing i wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what i saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone
My love life was getting so bland
There are only so many ways i can make love with my hand
Sometimes it makes me want to laugh
Sometimes i want to take my toaster in the bath
Because when i'm with you there's nothing i wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what i saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone
Who's gonna be the odd man out?
I don't want to be the odd man out
Is this going to be the end
Or are you going to be my new girlfriend?

song performed by by Blink 182
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Love Is Winged For Two

Love is winged for two,
In the worst he weathers,
When their hearts are tied;
But if they divide,
O too true!
Cracks a globe, and feathers, feathers,
Feathers all the ground bestrew.

I was breast of morning sea,
Rosy plume on forest dun,
I the laugh in rainy fleeces,
While with me
She made one.
Now must we pick up our pieces,
For that then so winged were we.

poem by George Meredith
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Lies On The Floor

Making up stories
saying this or that,
reaching for hollow straws
in a hollow straw hat.

Shooting through the straw,
with All your lies,
making your hollow straw pie.
Try and keep all your lying
straws straight,

what lying straw is first
what lying straw is number eight.
Top them all off
with a fake letter,

only you and I know better,
That’s it’s all bogus
and totally a scam,
especially when your talking ham to spam.

Play your way with all your spam
that you baked,
but here’s your big mistake,
something you can’t take,
because I have a crazy 8,
changing the suit for which I take,
and bend your straws and make them break.

FoR your fake straw hat will be no more,
for you’re found out as a lying spam boar.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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In painting feathers, you want to create the look of feathers, but if you try to paint all the feathers, you have nothing but disaster.

quote by John O'Neill
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031010 Food Power

i reach the bottom of fish tank
to touch the bottom dweller
stuck to a rock like suction cup
she let me caress her as if she
know me, she's grown a bit
since i bought her at pet shop

this black big head fish i love
she doesn't move that much
i watch her gills close and open
she is always watching me
sometimes i saw her swim
just to get away from other fish

i used to tap the fish tank cover
before feeding them, amazing
every time i tap, they surface
how's that for teaching a fish
food is really powerful thing
just me i can't stop eating

poem by Manonton Dalan
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The Feather Of Yuri

if a dove leaves a feather
white,
pure,
it does not just tell you that
it was once here
it tells you also of another thing
that there is a good reason
for keeping
something like a memory
the sweet one
it does not tell you
to discard pain
but to remember everything
and learn

like you i am not a dove
does not speak the language of doves
does not have feathers
to leave for some people i love
to remember

but i have some pieces of me
some memories
some pieces of my mind and they are not feathers
though they may
like feathers be

light, soft, pure, and beautiful

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Straws

STRAWS

Straws sometimes break the camel's back -
Intent or accident, who knows?
Beyond the pale none may job back, -
Yet who resists his inner woes?
Life's seldom seen as white or black,
Life needs nuances, change of clothes,
Expressed emotions' open flows.

18 November 2001
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acrostic SIBYLLE Poem © Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Duck at Haldon Ponds

At evening watches the duck
slow feeding the waterline.

Praises the duck. Such a fine
white miracle breasting the mayfly.

Green of her tail feathers,
space of her neck doubled in water
paddles off with my mind.

Ducks I have known.
Old duck mates of mine
inspecting the meeting of air and liquid.

Make no mistake, duck.
I´d like to eat you well cooked
one bell-battered Sunday in April.

And I´d wear your gorgeous feathers in my hat,
make a soup of the bones
and give your leftovers to the cat.

poem by Ken Smith
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They sooth the common

Food that is raw,
Bed that is straws,
Song that is coarse
And the woman dull,
Repelling though
To connoisseurs,
Yet sooth the common.
30.09.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hidden Years

I know youre here
You wont come out
Below the water line
Now wheres my glove to keep the germs at bay
So safe up here
My air is clean
Recycle
Rarify
Down in the street
Deep breathe your life away
Relive the hidden years
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
One midas touch and zeros grow
Guilt edge and two points down
In touch but out of mind in pleasure dome
Through hungry years and scraping skies
Collided with the stars
I framed your face
You lit the silver hughes!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!

song performed by by Haircut 100
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Loving A Street

A lead goes nowhere,
a ladder, a snake, bloody steps;
a city mourns, while blackened walls
of a house search its owner.

Shadows of grainy straws move
under the eyes. Scent of nails bites
bronze silence. Sips of cold statements
for parched lips.

Everything was hunger bound. Eyes on
walnut chair: snow flakes of grammar,
this time the monarch does not speak,
only brown skin wakes the fear.

Learning to listen intensily, inner voice,
time caresses the feathers of forgetfullness.

poem by Satish Verma
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A Birth, A Breath

A coincidence of motion
meets with the apparition of affection
to create, in one's heart
a fluttering of birth

(the birth of something molten
that flows downhill
and pounds in your ears) .

A whirlwind of stillness
(grasping for straws in silence)
.the mind reels
.the body aches

(and with realization comes hope-
and with realization comes)

continuation.

Time stops
for no man
but for new love
it holds its breath.

poem by Michael Ardizzone
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Lost Angel

As it was before shall it ever ever be
Hear it on the crying wind
Heart it weeping on the sea
Through the winder valley wild and through the darkest night
Here comes the evil news of the coming fight
So love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tides release
Love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tides release
(chorus)
Come on down lost angel find us now
From the clouds above right down to the ground
Come on down lost angel find us now
From the clouds above right down to the ground
Lost Angels come on down
Stardust yeah we are and the river is pushed to bend
Too much too much of man
And stardust we will someday be again
Oh love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tide release
Love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tide release
(chorus)

song performed by by Heart
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I'm one of those people who was taught not to ruffle any feathers. Of course, I have no problem ruffling feathers.

quote by Anne Heche
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How to appreciate me

afar like a flock of birds
because when you come near
they would have flown away

tell you how you should
appreciate me

look from afar

like a birdwatcher
screening their
colourful feathery prizes
in the burstling
privacy of each other's world
the birds joining you
in praising the
wonders of nature

seeking pleasure
the lightness and
gentleness of feathers
without feeling the
trickeries of time
zen bathing in
so many hues
and shapes of green

taking the striking
plumes as an invitation
to the lanes of God
in the search for
the ultimate beauty

the chirpings
as the start of that journey
hypnotising
clear crystals
and mountain spring
a song to the
sanctum of
sacredness
of tranquility

the bird's hop
a child's inquisitive search
for memories
as they fly in
the sky of
make beliefs
and fantasies

the bird's smooth
and adorable head
filling the soft spot
in our heart of love

their crowns
a salutation to
the hands of God

and yes, just be there
watching things from afar
and be aloof
because if you come too near
the bird iwould have flown
away with all the feathers
of all my dreams