Birds On The Wires
Birds on the wires
though I know not your name
are you there to tell me
that spring will soon come?
Birds on the wires
though I know not your name
have you already chosen the tree
where you will make a nest
for your eggs?
Birds on the wires
can you see me from there?
How I wish
I have wings like you
so I can fly high enough
to see from above
the beauty of life
below.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Gray birds
In rain walking, same memories I embellish
the Northern cold's recounts close beckon
a harbourless wandering in lands to reckon
faithful folds my ensign of love and cherish.
Some gray birds sitting on the wires stare,
our images recall to pass, and in the mizzle,
numb feel and wet, dull in aloneness fizzle,
lost, wet birds inside the rain, on lonely fair.
They disperse inside the mists, shed tears,
descending fog comprises, soul's ambition,
in fog's dusk outspreads my half-lit volition,
gray birds on wires, stare in rain for years.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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In this movie they took them up in space. They're floating around and doing zero gravity stuff. Well, they had to do it all on wires. All the wires had to be painted black against this black background. If you didn't light it properly you could see the wires. Drove them crazy!
quote by John Badham
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I Dream Of Wires
(gary numan)
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best
I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialing go
We drove to work by backseat
I bought my wife in just for show
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
So I press c for comfort
I dream of wires, the old days
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best
I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Set them free..They will multiply..
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time,
colorful birds to colored birds,
chirping birds to singing birds,
flying birds to walking birds,
cunning birds to love birds,
Watching birds is just a lesson,
making mind to have a vision.
collect the twigs to make the nest,
one by one, they think the best,
choose the right tree,
just high and free,
Making the nest perfect,
without any single defect,
The birds toil together or alone,
all day long until it is done.
I bought two love birds,
that were kept in a cage.
Hung the cage under the balcony,
above the reach of dogs not felony.
chirping disturbed their sleep,
Nikko, the dog set them free.
Only two flew away,
but I have a few dozens now,
making their nests,
right in front of me, on the trees.
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Do Re Me
rain breaks
birds on electric wires
do re me.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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I Dream Of Wires
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best, I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialing o
We drove to work by proxy
I plugged my wife in, just for show
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
So I press c for comfort
I dream of wires, the old days
song performed by by Gary Numan
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SONNET: And This is Life!
Two Birds, a male and female met at last;
They found the tree on which to build their nest;
But soon, their little ones came rather fast;
The Birds hadn’t time for love-making or rest!
The Wind blew strongly; scorching was the Sun;
The Rain fell heavily upon their nest;
Rearing the young ones was both strain and fun;
Even a Snake came to their nest as guest1
But God helped them to find the worms for food;
And Spring replaced the Winter’s freezing cold;
The Birds laboured all life as best as could;
Their young ones turned adults; and they grew old!
When Death came like a robber in the night,
Both Birds never offered the slightest fight!
poem by John Celes
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Rain Towards Morning
The great light cage has broken up in the air,
freeing, I think, about a million birds
whose wild ascending shadows will not be back,
and all the wires come falling down.
No cage, no frightening birds; the rain
is brightening now. The face is pale
that tried the puzzle of their prison
and solved it with an unexpected kiss,
whose freckled unsuspected hands alit.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Birds of Spring
Birds of spring they
bring on so many things
sounds they send
to each other,
that only they
can understand
in their sweet
cheerful harmony.
Sweet smell in
the air this
beautiful april day
listening to these creatures.
Taking in the warmth
of the sun that
is so overdue, blue
skies beauty to the eye.
Birds in flight
from one tree
to the other, getting
ready to produce life.
Cool breezes this
day so fine to hear
birds of spring echoing
music to my ear.
Birds of spring
to many to mention you all,
Robbins, Wrens and Cardinals
or a few I see, oh so beautiful.
To hear their chirping
wondering what they're saying
at this moment
will sit here for awhile.
Sounds this day
so relaxing is it
to listen to these
birds of spring.
wrote 4-3-07
Autumn geese
the small birds
have gone
nervous and twitching together
they sat on wires
now underlining
the spaces left for words
which won't come
in the dark
across gaps in the sky
geesefly homing- in
they cry this is our South
and I've been waiting
holding the moon high
over mud-flats
at the estuary's mouth
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Acoustic Guitar
Who is the guitar?
Who is the player?
One thing I am sure about
I never played with a
Missing wires
Or unadjusted
Acoustic guitar!
I do not even try!
So lady go and adjust yourself,
Your wires,
Your bolts,
Your springs,
Your hands
And check the oil if it needs
To be changed.
Everything looks
Like
A musical chaos.
But,
Sometimes
It comes to my feelings:
An acoustic guitar
Without
Wires
Is like messaging the skin
Of a drum.
So lady,
Tune into yourself
Than tune in me,
So we can
play together
A symphony
Starting from a primitive smiling ritual
To a civilized hungry angry love.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Orthodontists twist wires and braces
and have many unfortunate cases.
But I think they could try
not to twist but to tie
no more wires but cotton shoelaces.
quote by by Herbert Nehrlich
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Magnolia Tree
I want to take pictures
of this magnolia tree
and I am standing
here and there
near and far
from this magnolia tree.
This magnolia tree
is perfect
but the rotten house beside
and the electric wires above...
oh,
I don't want them
in the picture.
This magnolia tree
it's deep purple color
oh, so deep
that I can feel the drowning
of my whole being
into it.
I want to take pictures
of this magnolia tree
and I am now spending an hour
figuring out how
without the wires
and the rotten house.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Treecreepers
Elusive birds them one don't often see
Treecreepers build their cup shaped nest of bark behind loose bark of tree
From predators concealed and hidden away
And pinkish spotted eggs the female lay.
Shy woodland birds of humans they show respectful fear
They climb tree trunks in search of insects and when human to them venture near
Of the tree trunk they disappear to the other side
Of watchers eyes they'd much prefer to hide.
They will never be renowned as birds of song
Though their familiar chirps one hardly could get wrong
The ornithologists and bird watchers on studying them don't spend much of their time
And they seldom have inspired the poets to rhyme.
From the day they leave the nest until the day they die
From ground up they climb the tree and then to the next tree fly
To climb again in search of invertebrates such things they like to eat
They must have great strength in their tiny feet
In wooded places they like to reside
And from predators their cup shaped nest they hide
Shy little birds when human to them venture near
To the other side of the tree trunk they disappear.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Dream Regarding The Two Beautiful Birds
i
how do you get to
hit two beautiful birds
with a single
stone?
ii
or how to make these two
beautiful birds to get to stay
beside my window sill?
iii
how do i make these two beautiful birds
happier?
shall i make a bird house on a tree
beside my house
and give them grains every morning of the day?
iv
how do i make this dream about two beautiful birds
into a reality? they keep on chirping inside my mind
wanting to be given the realistic form of wings
like some eyebrows
wings flapping just above my eyes
the mountains my cheeks
my mind the skies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Nicest Season For One To Die
The nicest Season for one to die must surely be the Spring
When the Parklands wear their Wildflowers and song birds pipe and sing
And young birds are chirping in their nests and the sparrows all the day
Are busy under the house eaves weaving their nests of hay.
If I'm not burned to ashes then why not bury me
In that old graveyard on the hill preferably by a tree
Where in Spring birds will build their nest and sing their songs above where I lay
Though what happens to your remains when you are dead doesn't matter some do say.
We all belong to Mother Nature and to her we must return sometime
The reaper takes the young and old and those in their life's
prime
And since I too must die I hope 'twill be when flowers are in full bloom
In the prime of Spring when the air scent sweetly of Nature's own perfume.
Bury me in the Graveyard on the hill where peace is to be found
Beside a tree where birds nest and sing content in their home ground
A quiet place free of man made noise when Spring is in the air
In Nature's bosom I will rest beyond any living care.
poem by Francis Duggan
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While The Birds Sing At The Top Of The Tree
Rivers flow lonely to the sea,
When the sunset is coming down,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
The garden is flourishing in the spring,
Little pieces of the rain fall on the edge of the street,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
The cold in the hills,
The forest still sleeps in silence
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
Love always falls and rises,
Leaving happiness, broken hearts and tears,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
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Tubes Wires Beeping Machines
Tubes, Wires Beeping Machines
Keeping you here with me
Make him better, make theses tears go away
Keep him holding on, keep him here with me
Fight for him untill he can fight himself
I need him here for me
I'm not ready to loose him forever
Tubes, Wires Beeping Machines
Please work please work
To keep him here I'm not ready for a good bye
Don't fail everyone loves him not just me
I'm not ready to say good bye
I need more time I want him at graduation
I want him to live so much longer
Tubes, Wires Beeping Machines
I thought you were supposed to help
I thought you'de make him better
I'm now looking at his picture
I'm crying as people talk of this great man
I wasn't ready to say good bye
We barry him today you could have saved him
I'm not ready for this good bye
poem by Lilly James
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Eggs
Catch that bird, catching does disgust
And sit it in your hand, like a canary.
It shall fly, flew it did, and lift it first,
This is to make it flight to enlist the fighter
Of the birds on a regular basis.
Catch or teach the birds so that birth may result in death.
Catch us always, for we are birds with eggs,
And eggs are given to us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Epilogue
Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me in on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds -
So I write these lines for you
Who have felt the death-wish too,
All the wires are cut, my friends
Live beyond the severed ends.
poem by Louis Macneice
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