Jackdaw
ALOOF from his tribe
On the elm-tree's top,
A jackdaw perched
A hand-reach up.
Silent he sat
On the branch, nor stirred,
And I saw m him
A changeling bird.
Grass was worn
Round pots and a pan,
A flea-bitten horse,
And a tilted van,
Where tinker's or gypsy's
Brats at play
Made vagrant's game of
Some citizen's way.
I watched the daw
On the branch, beguiled:
I saw a vagrant
From the wild.
The entail broken
What had he?
The humour of one
Out of his degree.
The franchise of one
Without kith or kind,
And only the pauper's
Single mind!
The daws on the elms
Kept tribal speech,
And he perched there,
Within a hand's reach-
He flew; his flight
Neither high nor wide
Was a vagabond's
To a seedman's stride.
A dog on the ground
Was rubbing for fleas;
Rags were there
He fluttered to these:
Held a bright rag up
Like a banner won,
And went and hid it
Behind a stone!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Even leaves beg me'' says Eagle
eagle, niggard and black
perched on sycomore on Nile bank
tasty fish gambolled in water
at lightening speed eagle caught
tasty fish and scrambled out
eagle flew and perched on a tree
man was under a tree
and glanced at what sat on tree
eagle and man eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying
''man may conjure him
by evil eyes''
eagle flew and perched on second tree
some birds were on that tree
Eagle and others birds eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying he
'' choke as birds watch him eating''
Eagle flew and perched on third tree
the breeze shook leaves of tree
eagle saw leaves unfolded shaking
like a begging hand
eagle flew away saying
'' everything beg me , even leaves
beg me too''
Eagle flew and perched on fourth withered tree
no birds, men and leaves around there
only exrtreme silence around there
eagle ate tasty fish
sang in loudest resounding voice
''eel fish and tasty fish are not the same
I ate tasyty fish until heart palpitated in happiness''
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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It Is Natural.....
when you say that you love me
i do not really believe you
your hands wrap my neck like
some kind of steel chains
and then you plant a kiss on my hair
there is nothing there that grows
it is like a stone that you hit a bird with
and the bird falls from the branch of a tree
dead on the ground
and then you dismiss it as something
natural, birds die
stone hits.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bird
(9/15/12)
I saw a bird perched on a tree
I looked at him and he looked at me.
The strangest bird that I ever did see
He had a tail about four inches long
With that body it did not belong.
He had a body smaller than a sparrow
With a beak long and narrow.
He made a sound that I never heard
Not like one you'd hear from a bird.
It was not like the sounds of a love bird
Canary, or cockatoo, but a soft whistle
Which filled the air, and with all
Living things it wanted to share.
It was like a hypnotic sound
And turned my head completely around.
His soft whistling cry was like
A call to the wild
Brought flocks of birds
Of every color and style.
Landing on every branch of the tree
And left no empty space that I could see.
This was the most beautiful sight that
I had ever saw, and I knew
I will see it no more.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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The Tree, the Vine and the Grass
The tree said to the grass, Is it your contentment
To be just at my foot, remain under my shade
Why don't you do as I, my aims are very high
I want to reach the moon and the stars in the sky
With far reaching vision, I stand in dignity
Stand out for the rest of the forest to see
Oh yes, oh yes, my friend, said the vine to the grass
Why do you not aim high, just like the two of us
My stance is upright, reaching high altitudes
I can stand side by side with any tree I choose
Unlike you who remain earthbound without a choice
To you my friend, a tree, I do not want to be
equal to you in height, low I would rather be
For the law of nature, I clearly remember
You stand the higher, you will fall the harder
I do not aim for things I know I would not reach
Earthbound I chose to be, than fail in my attempts
To you my friend, a vine, here's what I have to say
Stand I won't if on borrowed stability
On the arms of a friend you just cling and depend
You cannot stand alone, own strength you do not have
When I pause to reckon and try to look around
In the world of humans, the likes of you abound
They cling to anyone who has money and might
As you cling to the tiniest twig or biggest branch
Wanting not to be low, not to be trampled at
Then a hurricane came with its wind blowing wild
It uprooted the vine, the tree fell to the ground
And there they lay in waste, under the sun they died
The grass is still there, flourishing and alive
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Interlopers
Two tables along
From two Dutch lovers whispering
And a housemaid pushing a broom,
Three sparrows hoop round a menu.
A flea-bitten dog climbs onto a seat,
Not ordering,
Lolling abundantly.
This is not reciprocal.
I do not perch on sparrow's branch,
Or slouch in the brown dog's kennel.
Moreover,
Not content with
Patronising the eatery,
Even now
Three sparrows are hopping about this page,
The flea-bitten dog is lolling across this poem.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Romeo & Rebecca
romeo & rebecca
Walking through the grass
Another blade next to you from the ground
As the wind does pass
I notice as you feel the breath of my shout
Your words are kind
The kind that repeatedly say no
But that's alright
I'm older than you so i've got time
What have you said, reach out your hand
There's a black shadow on my wall
But as i look into my mind
I can see that girls are a waste of time
We've all seen the bridge
A broken seam and a girl on one side
You think your words will work
They only work when you lay down and close your eyes
I thought of all the lines
All the right ones used at all the wrong times
But that's alright
Depression's just a sarcastic state of mind
What have you said, reach out your hand
There's a black shadow on my wall
But as i look into my mind
I can see that girls are a waste of time
I don't want to live alone
I don't want to live in
My broken dreams of you
I don't want to live alone in
My broken dreams of you
I don't want to live alone in
My broken dreams of you
song performed by by Blink 182
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A Broken Branch, A Fervent Tree
Such compassion and beauty be,
With the comfort strongly felt,
A friendship intensely made,
By the obstacles both sides have dealt.
I have no life without my other half,
No laughter unfeigned, no smile undelayed,
Immensely crafted into a bond,
So resilient and true, yet not dismayed.
I am a branch without a tree,
If I'm not with you, I fall, I am unbalanced,
You are my inner strength, my inner warmth,
A clandestine unglanced.
Such a friend you are,
A friend that one could never imagine,
A feeling of mirth and undeniable care,
As warm as a joyful grin.
I am a branch without a tree,
Incomplete without a tree,
I am the branch, you are the tree,
A broken branch, a fervent tree.
- a poem for Lorena -
- a poem for CHULCZ -
poem by Nashy Lamen
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In Another Land
In another land where the breeze and the
Trees and flowers were blue
I stood and held your hand.
And the grass grew high and the feathers floated by
I stood and held your hand.
And nobody else's hand will ever do
Nobody else will do
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke
Much to my surprise
I opened my eyes.
We walked across the sand and the sea and
The sky and the castles were blue.
I stood and held your hand.
And the spray flew high and the feathers floated by
I stood and held your hand.
And nobody else's hand will ever do
Nobody else will do
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke
Much to my surprise
When I opened my eyes.
We heard the trumpets blow and the sky
Turned red when I accidently said
That I didn't know how I came to be here
Not fast asleep in bed.
I stood and held your hand.
And nobody else's hand will ever do
Nobody else's hand
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke
I opened my eyes.
Much to my surprise.
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Their Satanic Majesties Request
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Sympathy
Perched on the branch of a tree
Was a nightingale sad and lonely
'The night has drawn near', He was thinking
'I passed the day in flying around and feeding
How can I reach up to the nest
Darkness has enveloped everything'?
Hearing the nightingale wailing thus
A glow-worm lurking nearby spoke thus
'With my heart and soul ready to help I am
Though only an insignificant insect I am
Never mind if the night is dark
I shall shed light if the way is dark
God has bestowed a torch on me
He has given a shining lamp to me
The good in the world only those are
Ready to be useful to others who are
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Y.. Tree of Life
The tree of life
It has a branch
A money making branch
The bigger the money making branch
The more comfortable our life
But if the money making branch
Is the only branch
On our tree of life
It is such an ugly and unstable tree.
A prayer and devotion branch
Will stabilize the tree of life
Let it be a real big branch
On your tree of life
But if only two branches on a tree
Imagine how ugly it would still be!
So let there be branches
Of Affability and Charity
Of Cheerfulness and Friendliness
Of Gentleness and Honesty
Of Humility and Compassion
Of Spirituality and Wisdom
Of Courage and Hard work
With these branches present,
It will carry soon the lush greenery
Of love and job satisfaction
And soon enough, the tree of life
Will bear the fruits
Of peace of mind and happiness.
A wonderful tree of life I wish you
with many fine branches
and lots of greenery and fruits.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Romeo Rebecca
Romeo & rebecca
Walking through the grass
Another blade next to you from the ground
As the wind does pass
I notice as you feel the breath of my shout
Your words are kind
The kind that repeatedly say no
But thats alright
Im older than you so Ive got time
What have you said, reach out your hand
Theres a black shadow on my wall
But as I look into my mind
I can see that girls are a waste of time
Weve all seen the bridge
A broken seam and a girl on one side
You think your words will work
They only work when you lay down and close your eyes
I thought of all the lines
All the right ones used at all the wrong times
But thats alright
Depressions just a sarcastic state of mind
What have you said, reach out your hand
Theres a black shadow on my wall
But as I look into my mind
I can see that girls are a waste of time
I dont want to live alone
I dont want to live in
My broken dreams of you
I dont want to live alone in
My broken dreams of you
I dont want to live alone in
My broken dreams of you
song performed by by Blink 182
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At The Nariman Point
like two birds perched
on a damp branch
we sat there
by the mid-day sea
after days of endless
downpour that confined
us to indoors
the sky's still overcast
hand in hand
we sat and heard
nothing but the
roar of the sea that
absorbed the endless
nightmares left
unspoken for days...
that afternoon
by the heavy monsoon sea
i once again
felt re-claimed
06oct2009
22.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Their Flight South
the tree bent by summer's storms,
prepares to shed her leaves.
and all signs of life,
leave branch and nook,
as beauty is revealed.
the weathered branch
stirred by the wind,
scratches against my chest.
sunlight weeps while shadows play,
and the sap drips with want.
the tongue of desire
wrapped around the balls of longing,
the dialogue of touching begins!
and winter's snows wait in perfect awe,
as the birds begin their flight south!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Making Lvoe With Her Own Bed
you are just near me
but between us is a door
and between that door
is another door, and so
when you say a word
i have to figure out what
you really mean,
when i open the door
there is a glass wall and
i thought it was you
humming,
it is cold tonight
i am closing a window
out there
i see a black bird perched
upon a branch,
it is cold and i am shutting
myself for any
kind of significance like
what if the bird dies?
what if the bird is you
disguised as a bird?
tonight i cannot sleep
something bothers me
all these thoughts bother me
there is no note
that you are coming back
from that long trip
away from home
was it Sarah who said
that she is making love with her bed?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the Orchard
There was a giant by the Orchard Wall
Peeping about on this side and on that,
And feeling in the trees: he was as tall
As the big apple tree, and twice as fat:
His beard was long, and bristly-black, and there
Were leaves and bits of grass stuck in his hair.
He held a great big club in his right hand,
And with the other felt in every tree
For something that he wanted. You could stand
Beside him and not reach up to his knee
So mighty big he was—I feared he would
Turn round, and trample down to where I stood.
I tried to get away, but, as I slid
Under a bush, he saw me, and he bent
Far down and said, 'Where is the Princess hid?'
I pointed to a place, and off he went—
But while he searched I turned and simply flew
Round by the lilac bushes back to you.
poem by James Stephens
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The Tree And The Branch
the tree looks
upon a branch
where a ripe
fruit is hanging
the tree says
it is mine
the branch say
i am holding it
the tree says
the branch too
belongs to it
angry about the
tree's greed
the branch lets go off
the ripe fruit
a hungry child
picks it up
and goes home
with a happy heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loneliness When The Dark Brings Tears
Loneliness
When the Dark Brings Tears
...........................................
I gazed out toward
the cold graveyard
and wondered if
she was peaceful
this night?
Wondered if her eternal sleep
brought to her nightmares
she could not fight?
My eyes gazed from
that cemetery
down
to my
writing pad
and I did frown
upon remembering
the time she placed
her hand in mine
A delicate flower
so very sublime
The Raven calls
and his echo is clear
'Come to the grave
where I am near
Come look down.'
he seems to say
perched on that stone
monument
where she lay
'For your grief
is strong
but weep not
see
Have no fear of
mortality
For a message I bring
to you this night
for death
is but
a long
long flight
My darling dear
do not fret
I lay in this ground
but I am not dead
I live in your heart
and will not stray.'
And with that
the Raven
flew away...
I watched his form
glide into the mist
A dark messenger
yes
And then
I kissed
the stone upon which
he was perched that night
Giving me hope
that she was alright
For death is the beginning
to a journey's end
As the tears stung my eyes
I knew she did send
the Raven that night
to stem my fears
of loneliness
when the dark
brings tears
{Copyright}
© 2009
Wayne Leon Learmond
Loneliness
When the Dark Brings Tears
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poem by Wayne Leon Learmond
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When My Time Is Done
when my time is done
the rain will peacefully
over the meadows
watering the branch of a new life
the birds shall stay
perched on a tree and
sing they beautiful
melodies
and high above the
star shall begin to sparkle
with all they beauty
and when they go and hide
rays of sunlight shall
bathe the world in splendor
as laughter and joy
spread though out the world
And as my time is
now perched on a bench
my family picks up the pieces
as my mother holds
her head looking for answer
and to those who
knew me put a reminiscing
smile on the face
as life goes on
and though my time was short
it was plentiful as
a smile came to someones face
when i spoke and a mother had a son
who taught her to smile
when thing fall apart
poem by Robert Roberts
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Reaching Your Sky
“keine Bäume erreichen überhaupt den Himmel'
“no trees ever reach the sky.”
They stretch with every branch
Of their being
They dance giving leaves and wings
As messages to their sky….
A tree can never touch the sky,
They just grasp for it
To reach the sky,
There has to be no roots
There only has to be wings
With still a place on the ground
To call home…
8 April 2008
poem by Jessie Li here
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