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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Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
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Stumbling a little (x2)
song performed by by Massive Attack
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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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Finding feathers
I went through a stage of finding feathers
but I just thought they came from some Bird
then someone told me they come from Angels
at which I replied don't be so absurd.
I found them when I was just out walking
in the country or down the local street
they would appear from out of the Blue
and land in front of me or by my feet.
But bird's feathers are common in the outdoors
so I ignored them and didn't pick them up
but I then started to get them in strange places
like in my pocket, and once even in my favourite cup.
They seemed to appear most when I was feeling down
as if it was a sign that good times were ahead
so I would stop worrying and being miserable
and there would be a feather on my pillow on the bed.
So if you find a feather don't throw it away
or think it's from a Pigeon, or a Turtle Dove,
because you may have just received a visit
not from a Bird but someone from up above.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Ode To Emily Dickinson
hope is the
thing with feathers
to be with onself
can be as productive
as any bird in the sky
as one mind is equipped
with wings that can fly
as far as it wishes to be
give it books, it can
fly to places where the feet
cannot take and beyond
beyond the mountain
where all the knowledge
ever harvested by minds
is logged
invisible and waiting
for minds to fly into them
to take them to places
where they should be
flying in everybody's mind
hope is the thing with feathers
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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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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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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Never let the 'Hope' die...!
Hopes are feathers, a wish is a bird
One may find this simile a little absurd
Hold on, do not lose patience
As I will explain to you the essence
Behind this there is a theory
I shall relate this with a story
Feathers, they keep the bird warm
Likewise hopes keep our wishes strong
Clip the feathers and the bird will not fly
Were it not for hope our wishes would die
My fellow beings, listen to what i have to say
Keep on hoping, what you wish for will come your way
Let your wishes, as birds, freely fly
As long as your hope, you never let die.
poem by Ravi Singh
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Mocking Bird
Dark as dungeon, rough as the sea
don't provoke my tolerance, you hardly know me...
Broken are my feathers... a bird that cannot fly
just your words are enough to make me cry.
Nestled in your own world, the feathers keep you warm
my life is a struggle.... I'm still fighting the storm
your given hand of friendship and floating views i see
Are enough to kill a mocking bird and set her free
poem by Meena Mustafa
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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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A Dignity
as the peacock
struts its fan of feathers
like a rainbow
in the barnyard
the hen keeps its
own home
protecting its chicks
around its feathers
from the invasion of
the rat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kevin Costner has feathers in his hair and feathers in his head. The Indians should have called him 'Plays with Camera.'
quote by Pauline Kael
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Hustle and Bustle
There’s all this
Hustle and Bustle
And things that should rustle
All the feathers on my back
But thoughts of you and me
Living together by the beach
Keeps me sound
Keeps my feathers down
And
When this happens
Or that doesn’t
I know you’ll be something extra
My bakers dozen
So stay with me till we live on the beach
And don’t ever leave
Because without you
There’s no me
Don’t ever leave
Because without you there’s no me.
poem by Daniel Cook
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Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Chinglish ai
I have left my heart
In the high, high sky
That you might still see
When I’m gone, close by;
And I took your love
When you slept, sound, deep
And carried love away
Like a robber in your sleep.
I wrapped it in feathers
And put it in a sack,
Hid it in a forest, then
Carried on my back,
Took a peek at nightshine
Saw the feathers heave,
Heard a little sigh then:
‘Why did you leave? ’
And my tears flew wide
To the river, so long
That the banks ran over,
‘Til the people were gone,
I’m a one man only
Like a dark, dark star
While you sky light morning
With a face-cream jar.
I loved you then
Like I love you now
Like a heart that bursts
On an old ship’s prow;
Though I had to leave
When the moon went round
I will love you forever
‘Til the sun burns down.
19 June 2006
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Fly Me Away
Fly me away, Raven, fly me away
To some far-off land where I can stay.
Here there once was laughing and gladness.
Now there is only regrets and sadness.
In your feathers make a nest
So while you travel I may rest,
...So I may have peaceful sleep never-ending
Where no more am I exposed to grief descending.
Let me stay in your sweet sable feathers
For in time unlimited measures.
Send me to the land of jewels and flowers
Where only good magic resides and it may be ours.
Fly me away, Raven, fly me away
To some distant land where I may stay.
poem by Patricia Wulf
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Blue Bird On The Window Sill
come to me bluebird
let me dye your feathers
to white if you want to be pure
to red if you want to have more
excitements
come to me bluebird
let me handle your problem
about their judgment against
you
you are not blue because of
your feathers
i will dye it for you
do you want pink for
a wise panther?
i can do it for you
trust me
you are not blue because
nature made you
you are blue because you
allow it to be so.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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.
The Birds In The Air
DID they not tell you
about their lightness?
oh, must you forget
that their beaks and feathers
are designed
for wordless existence?
i may figure it out
on their songs
their freedom
Did you not read
that the sing because they have their own songs?
It must follow that they have to fly
because they have their wings
otherwise
what is lightness for
what use are feathers
their beaks and claws
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Three White Feathers
With the frivolity of butterflies
During the most fragile moments
Three White feathers
In as many weeks
Peacefully, angelically, inexplicably
Kissed the air, whilst landing for comfort
Upon your gentle lap
And you smiled so very
Beautifully, softly, hopefully
To tear at my innards, knowing
The
significance and comfort of...
.... Those Three White Feathers
Miss you x
poem by Karen Sinclair
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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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