Said the Bird
Now, what's this beast that made this world of whims?
Has torn our homes and left us in the cold?
Has mowed our grass, and maimed our very limbs?
Deprived us of the worms and perch to hold?
Has robbed our nests,
Detained our hopes or shoot us down as pests?
Is man its name, and beast it's really been?
Fouling the air, the sea or time itself?
When to wiping its race it now is keen,
Apocalypse having been stored in shelf
Where roosts the bomb
Which soon would make the Earth a large scale tomb!
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Our Metal Beast
Down the road we talk and laugh,
In the metal beast that gives us a ride,
Who knows if it is willing,
And who would really care.
Who ever thought we could ruin,
the life of that which gives it back,
the metal beast are everywhere,
Large ones that seem to carry,
Fifty or more on their tracks.
Or the small ones no more than five or six,
they can carry,
These metal beast,
we never question,
these metal beast that spew out death,
in a smokey and floating form.
Our metal beast,
that we learn to love,
Our metal beast are everywhere,
polished and primed,
or rusty and old,
Our metal beast that we hold onto,
that we love,
Or take for granted.
Our metal beast,
spew out death to our home.
poem by Rebecca Adams
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Not Here to Beat the Beast
I am not here to beat the beast.
Nor did I come,
To sneak a sniff of its presence.
Not to cower kneeling in defeat.
To please rumors of a haunting...
Suffered without investigation.
That beast has been feasting,
Long before I arrived.
And I'm sure...
If it knows you are here in fear,
It will not suspect
I have desires to follow in its footsteps!
Wherever it has been claimed to be.
But I am curious,
Why you have allowed it to eat
From your peace that decreases.
While you complain...
Little of your gains are left!
As you struggle over what remains.
Who and why...
Decided for you,
That should be a position to maintain?
I came to ask the beast to leave.
Not to agree or negotiate my presence.
Like that beast...
I too have needs!
And I will not sit in hiding,
To decide which needs of mine...
The beast can take,
Because I sit in indecision!
To inflict my own heartaches.
Oh no!
I am not here to beat or feed any beast!
But I will make an appearance made known.
And tell that beast to leave my ass alone!
I am not going to endure any conflict,
Over that which I know belongs to me!
That beast needs to see,
I am not afraid!
Where is it?
And who has said the beast existed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Triumphus
A man, made
In the image
Of God,
Became a
Beast, in the
Form of a man.
The beast
Sired a son,
Not a beast.
The beast
Abandoned
His son.
His son
Has a son,
Not a beast.
poem by Francis Santaquilani
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Nature Of The Beast
It is the key to all the doors,
It is the crashing on the shores.
It lives in your steering wheel.
It hides in the wind and rain,
With voices as cold as steel
Its calling your name
It is the smile upon his face
It is the winning of the race.
It lives in the red-alert.
It lives in the power game
Its easy to take to heart
But harder to tame
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast
It is the glowing in his eyes
It is the reason for his lies
How many know youre there
How many play your game
Hes always the man to dare
Youre always to blame
It is the need to understand
It is the trigger in his hand
It lives in the uniform
It grows from the need to gain
With faces so old and torn
Its calling your name
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Defeating...That Beast
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
Think about the distance you've come,
Defeating...the beast.
Think about your decision not to run,
Away...from the beast.
Think about those knees on the ground,
Weeping for the beast.
Think about the dirt you ate,
Fed...by the beast.
Think about celebrating...
Those days ahead awaiting!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
No longer the martyr,
Defeating...that beast.
Get up...and strut about.
You've defeated...that beast.
Let those words come out of your mouth,
'I've defeated...that beast! '
Let the people see and believe it,
You've defeated...that beast.
Whoop...and hollar about,
'I've defeated...and done feeding it!
That beast is outta my house.'
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
More than a piece of cake!
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
More than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
That beatened up beast to beat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Very Patient
Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.
Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!
We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beauty & The Beast
Ooooooo
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
Thats my kind of highroll gone wrong
My-my
Smile at least
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Something in the night
Something in the day
Nothing is wrong but darling
Somethings in the way
Theres slaughter in the air
Protest on the wind
Someone else inside me
Someone could get skinned, how?
My-my
Someone fetch a priest
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Darling
My-my
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
(weakling)
My-my
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
I wanted to believe me
I wanted to be good
I wanted no distractions
Like every good boy should
My-my
Nothing will corrupt us
Nothing will compete
Thank God heaven left us
Standing on our feet
My-my
Beauty and the beast
My-my
Just beauty and the beast
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Darling
My-my
My
My-my
My
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Beast 2
He let his son
clean the bad mans hubs
He let his son be seen
With the beast
How could he let that be
It makes no sense to me
I've seen some things
from been young to been a man
but I've never seen anything like this
He's been a beast
for most of the time
but family keep his secret underground
The whole street know what he is
but they seem blind to this beasts smile
But now it's time
for justice to smile
The beast is about to get
whats proper and right
The beast is going down
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Blue Skinned Beast
I can fly you to your loved ones but I can promise no return
To a shell-shocked God forsaken where their craters still they burn
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Still the worst is over that I hope you understand
The youre one more hurdle over our protector of the land
Have a drink on me
I put it down to the company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Here you have this medal you can even melt it down
Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
I heard you shout for yesterday, but I was sleeping on the job
And I dreamt of fighters miles away whose lives I had to rob
Have a drink on me
I put it down to the company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Here you have this medal you can even melt it down
Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around
I can fly your loved ones to you
With guarantee of no return
And if john waynes dummys bounce off
Dont look shocked when it comes your turn
Have a drink on me
I put it down to company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Hip hip !
Hip hip !
Hip hip hip hip !
Hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Hip hip hip hip !
Hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
song performed by by Madness
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The Beast looking for light.
Hide away....make sure you lock all the doors tight,
the Beast is loose again, so please...stay in your homes tonight.
Pull your curtains... turn your lights down low,
from any lantern....be sure to not allow the Beast... to see the glow.
Avoiding the shadows, in its search of light.
Listen carefully to my words....and you may, just be alright.
listen not...and you may only might.
It`s dressed in ways that good can never be,
hidden from all....until the light it does see.
Lost in shapes.... figures of dark symmetrical dress,
only to the Devil.... does it to me,
the Beast...the Moth...confess.
poem by James Urwin
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Buddha witnessed the Killing Fields
The sharks torpedoed my escape
The vultures volleyed fire on my hut
Shield was I for the animal
Bait was I for the beast.
No paths to run
No place to hide
For every inch of earth was mined
Classrooms were razed
Clinics were shelled
Flooded was the soil with streams of blood.
No mercy the animal deserved
Terror was he, feared no death,
Robbed was his honor even in death
Courage was in their veins
Violated were the fem-fatal
and so was the innocent femininity
Bullets knocked even the cubs
The beast had a merry day
Cannibals had a hearty feast.
Neither dharma prevailed
Nor truth triumphed
Innocent blood drowned the earth.
Shook hands with the beast
Blood soaked are my hands
And every faith aided the beast.
No mercy I seek thee from
No course I inflict thee on
For, Buddha witnessed the Killing Fields.
poem by Thavaseelan Gopinathan
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Mystery beast
Do you know me?
Thats the question you ask.
Well I know you allright.
I am the beast.
That fucks up your day.
What is this mystery beast.
The one that eats my day by day?
Why does this unforseen beast pick on me?
What did I ever do?
Oh mystery beast.
I can not see you.
But I sense your presence.
Please dont pocess my body.
Realease me please.
This mystery beast.
Runs through my vains.
Eating me day by day.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Danger
There is danger atop our heads;
There is danger around us all;
There is danger beneath our feet;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger in the skies;
There is danger in the seas;
There is danger ev’n on land;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger from earth’s bowels;
There is danger in forests;
There is danger in hills, vales;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger from our brethren;
There is danger from kith, kin;
There is danger from strangers;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger within us;
There is danger from space;
There is danger to our soul;
Nevertheless, God protects us.
poem by John Celes
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The Beast
The weirdest beast inhabits Earth;
A Human with a brain. It’s large but uses
a tiny bit of what's bestowed at birth.
Whatever primal concept Man chooses,
catastrophes usually soon arise.
Developed fire, but readily is burned,
Invents the wheel, then underneath he dies.
You'd think he would eventually learn.
Impossible you say? I think your right!
This is the beast who thought the world was flat.
Pathetic creature never was that bright.
But ask him if he is, he’ll laugh at that
inquiry. Arrogance asserts itself
when having high opinion of ones self.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Thy Kingdom Undone
In Africa the lion is no more
The jungle not his home
For he now opens a door
The corridors of power he is seen to roam
In Africa the monkey has left his tree
The fur traded for a suit
He now likes to travel, this for free
Along the way of the gravy route
In Africa there once flew a merciless vulture
The vast fields his hunting ground
He now nests in a place devoid of his own culture
The city the place he is well reknowned
In Africa the snake no longer hides in the grass
The slippery tongue he uses to orate
To mislead the masses and impress top brass
And then accuse others of political farce
In Africa bird and beast are all but gone
Having taken on new and deceitful charm
In Africa the kingdom has come undone
The new bird and beast doing irreparable harm.
poem by Martino Fortuin
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My Sister The Beast
my sister was a beast this morning
she was so mean and hairy
also she looked like my Anut Carey
my sister the beast went to school
her teahers and classmates said she was an hare with no care
and oh how they stared
my sister the beast came home with no one to hold
she cried and cried her self to sleep
oh she was just so alone
poem by Alexz Johnson
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The Beast
The beast by no better name called love
I’m so much alone
I’ve got no one to call my own
How I want to pick up the phone
And call you sometimes
In the mirror I steer
But I see no one there
Does any really cares
I’m so lonely I could die
I’d forget you if I could
But now forgetting does me no good
How I wish you would come on home
You never took the time to realize
That without you my heart dies
How could you leave me so lonely
I find it hard to carry on
Now that love has gone
I have made such a mistake
Nothing will ever be the same
I plaid a foolish game
Now I’m hear all by myself
How could this ever be
When you left you took the better part of me
But I know I have to let you go
If I could take back yesterday I would
To slay a dragon I could
Only if you would come back to me
Just a chance to hold your hand
I could be that better man
But you look at me with so much scorn
Inside I’m a hollow shell
My soul has died and gone to hell
Seeing you no longer want to be with me
Belittle spirit in despair
Look at me if you dare
And you will see I have nothing left to live for
For what you’ve done I can forgive
For without you I can not live
Every day I live is a lie
To steel a star I would try
A greater treasure I could never find
To me your love is so divine
I’d pay the devil to make you once more mine
The highest mountain I would clime
Just to hold one more time
How can I apologize for the past
Mine eyes are open at last
I can finally see clearly now
So I must win you back some how
It might take me forever
Loving you I can stop never
When God calls me home and puts me to the test
I will pass knowing that I tried my best
So I write you this simply letter
Knowing that I could have done better
For the time we’ve spend together
These memories I will treasure
As the sun rises in the east
My heart was slain by the beast
The beast by no better name called love
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Brute To Blame
A beast of the East is a brute so blind,
It wanders from the lands so perfect.
It is a dumb creature so burdened with youth,
A reptile in the park, the one to blame.
Around a clump of trees the burdened mammal
Stings our sight and rubs the bush with its tail.
In the thicket we laugh as well,
This grove of blame is like a crypt of burden
Where I died in a funeral so bright and ancient.
The beast is out there with a tomb
So then my grave is a tomb for him.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Pandemonium
Who but he,
Could create such pandemonium.
A flickering light that had burned out of sight.
And yet so beloved and giving.
Who but he,
Can stir unbelievable fantasies.
To secure and keep you interested,
For almost a half of a century.
Pushed into the limelight.
And made to thrill.
Made to keep producing...
To fulfill someone else's will.
Who but he,
Could create such pandemoneum?
And if looks could kill,
Each one initiated satiated...
Monstrous appetites for his love.
And somehow he knew this would grow even brighter.
After the sight of his flame was gone.
But he would make sure his flame would burn on!
And on.
And on.
And on.
With a brighter intensity sought!
Too much of him,
Is still 'sizzling' in vaults!
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.
It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one is denied.
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And he has done his best...
Now he must have his peace and rest.
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And with his every step...
He made sure everywhere,
Everyone...
Would hold their breath! '
He made sure...
Everyone
Everywhere,
Would hold their breath! '
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.
It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one who knows him,
Or those who opposed him...
Will be denied.
'Cause he's a 'thriller'
All the time.
Who thrilled us with his music,
And mind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birds' Nests
he summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.
Since there's no need of eyes to see them with
I cannot help a little shame
That I missed most, even at eye's level, till
The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.
'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests
Still in their places, now first known,
At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,
Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.
And most I like the winter nests deep-hid
That leaves and berries fell into:
Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,
And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.
poem by Edward Thomas
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