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A Bird Story, The Hint...

watching you in full beauty
is an attempt of my hand to set myself free
i have the key and the door is not locked
there is no use for the key even
no one is locking me in and i am always
free at any time of the day to go
and be the wings of the bird that
my mind imagines every hour of the
waking day

there was once a bird captured by an enemy
put inside a cage and well feed
and well attended
it sings of freedom and love and beauty
in one sad song
the enemy decides to open the cage to set it free
the bird doubts this time
the enemy has become a loyal friend
the cage has become its sweetest home

the words are the same as arranged in that desired ending
ah, they all live happily ever after....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tame Bird Was In A Cage

THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, 'O my love, let us fly to the wood.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Come hither, let us both live in the cage.'
Says the free bird, 'Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?'
'Alas,' cries the caged bird, 'I should not know where to sit perched in the sky.'

The free bird cries, 'My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands.'
The cage bird sings, 'Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned.'
The forest bird cries, 'No, ah no! songs can never be taught.'
The cage bird says, 'Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands.'

There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, 'Come closer, my love!'
The free bird cries, 'It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Alas, my wings are powerless and dead.'

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Our Bird In Your Cage

we have this bird
we both own it and love it and care for it
our bird
and you have this cage
that you only own
golden, new and strong and as you say it
so reliable
that when our bird is in that cage
it will be safe
and cannot escape

we feed this bird together
and give it water and birdseeds
and a place of twigs and swing
where the bird can play
and perch upon
like it is on a tree

days and years
we keep this bird in your cage
and we see it is dying
and wanting to be free

yet you say, this sickness is just temporary
time heals what has wounded it
and shall forget the power of its wings

days and more years
we keep this bird in your cage
and i have not listened at all
to the sad song of that bird
her waning chirps
her weakened wings
her way of losing hold to the dreams of its wings

today we see this bird is dead
but you have no sadness at all
you say, you will buy another bird
again to be kept in your cage

i could have told you
i am the bird in your cage and i too have forgotten the power of
my wings

i could have told you, i have long died
and have forgotten what freedom is, what love is, what i am

in the first place. How can i ever tell you?
you are my cage.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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VI

The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the
cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread
one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the cage bird, "I should not know where to sit
perched in the sky."

The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the
woodlands."
The cage bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of
the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the
woodlands."

Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing
to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to
know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my
love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of
the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."

poem by Rabindranath Tagore from The Gardener (1913)
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A Cage in the Bird

he was out of the cage
as he was treated as a bird
and he sings
to the sky

but then he had loved the cage so well
and the hands of the master
that feed him
that every morning listens to his song
he had missed sorely so well

and so back into that cage
he flies in
for the master had left it all open

he sings again
concluding that the cage must also
be the home
for freedom

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside A Cage

he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever

the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it

he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice

he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't

he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason

he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again

in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him

his sense of privacy his taste for an enclosure
his genes his sense of wanting to be alone

his beloved prison where he keeps his sins
it is where his ecstasies are hatched and grown

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Flightless Bird

Slavery was the nature, caged within,
Seeing the sun rays penetrate it wonders,
Upon which strategy shall I escape this cage,
Upon which wisdom shall I,
See the sun and not the rays,
The bird with fluffy feathers did ponder,
Unto its master it cried,
Brought food but it seeked freedom,
To cage the bird was love he claimed,
To be caged, such love was hate it pondered,
Caged without hope, the flightless bird

Such freedom was vain for the bird,
That prison cell used to be a shelter,
To be loved, in a different way,
Engulfing itself in its loose wings,
Dreaming things it never saw,
Seeing life it never experienced,
Searching peace which it never had,
To rest in that moment of anguish,
The master said to cage is to love,
The bird cried to cage is to slave

My thoughts were painted all over,
Looking there, she might just cove over,
Feeling the passion when she came closer,
Will she ever set me free, in this cage I suffer
Unto to me is like a flightless bird,
Caged in vacuum I feel so bad,
To love me you ought to think instead,
To leave me you ought to think you had
The more the sky is seen,
The more the ray come unto my sight,
The more you hold the cage,
The more I desire a rescue,
Unto that day shall I wait,
To fly and see the sky and the sun

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Degrees Of Unfreedom...

1. caught
a bird inside your hand

2.released
inside a cage and hangs
on a beam
at the side of the road

3.well feed with
grains

4. starts to sing
inside the cage

5. feathers fall
and unlearned
flights

6. so many thoughts
about bird-lands

7.death

8. no one sees
the spirit getting
out of the body
of the bird

9. into another plane
another cage

10. back to one

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A caged bird`s plea

In the cage for years,
this cage my home,
a wingless bird
forgotten how to fly

You have cut my wings Oh! man
in the cage let me be,
my folks are away, know not where
do not set me free

poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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The Free Bird

i shall not talk about the free bird
about the cage
judge shall i not about what really

happened after
the fruition of freedom

for the bird may be free and now
flying all the corners of directions

the heavens and the
gardens and rivers of love flowing

yet on the night when it rests
upon a branch

the thought comes somehow
unavoidably

the cage though
to her a prison has sometime

in one precious moment
pure love and devotion

she once felt.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A bird escaping finally from its cage

Let me not speak about
This bird that finally finds a way
Out of its cage

New to its freedom
It whirls and circles the skies
A tryst with the wind
A feast with the sun
A dive to the sea
A rising up to the limitless
Space around it

Let me not speak about its
Final regret
Its wanting to be back in the cage
Again
Because for a time
It thinks again
It is really its home
Forever

The bird shall soon ask you
To open the cage
To spend its nights there
All its lifetime

Soon it will have the courage to say it
Freedom sometimes
Home it is not

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bird In A Cage

a bird inside a cage
sings of freedom
a cage tied to a wall
dreams of resurrection
direct to heaven
with lines from a halo
inside a blue bird
with big blue wings
flying away
from here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful Bird

You say that I am beautiful, but you have
Me locked up in this cage, every time I sing
My voice is full of rage.
If you truly loved me you would let me go
But you keep me locked up for all your friends to show.

I am not a show bird for you to put on display
I am a free spirit, and I have to go my way.
how can you keep me, when I don’t want to stay.
Open up this door and let me fly away.

You also are a beautiful bird and that I can see
So why don’t you join me and we both will be free.
Two free spirits flying high in the sky
singing songs of love as we go flying by.

Let the world see us soaring like eagles
High above the ground
We are so much in love that
you can not hear our sounds.

We are the beautiful birds that
Touch the human soul
We are the wonders that forever
You want to hold.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Lonely Bird and I

my little bird
is still in its cage
for years
i never hear it tweet
a happy song

i know it has kept
that song for years
but i never ask
it to sing it for me

i like to set it free
but it has learned
to love its solitude
in the cage

birds from the fields
on early mornings
seduce it to come out
and fly with them
but it is loyal to my
company

i have not asked it
about any desire for
freedom
sometimes i tell it
something about the
blue sky and the
fresh wind
and the beauty of some
far places
that i have been
to

there were many times
when i left it alone

and when i come back
it does not say anything
about loneliness
at all

when i think that it must
be dead
it stretches its wings
rebutting my theory
that it is possibly
a dead resurrected

for indeed it is alive
and in loneliness
have learned to thrive

it taunts me sometimes
that we have so many things
in common
but it kept things the
way they should be

always in secrecy
always with self-respect
about our own self-inflicted
choices
about our honest acceptance
of who we are
and of what have we become

you ask me about loneliness
and i have all the answers
but try asking my bird about it
it still remains in its chosen
field of
dignified silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Born To Fly

Birds in a cage
that yearn to fly,
do you think
of a bright blue sky?

Are you content
to sit on a perch,
never outside
to seek and search?

God gave you wings
with which to soar
so you could sail
the breeze and explore

all of God's beauty
in this world,
flying free
with wings unfurled.

If I were a bird
I'd find a way
to escape my cage
and fly away.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Set the Bird Free for the Skies

My wish got fulfilled
When I caught hold of a bird
I decided to cage her
Feed, play and save her
From people and vultures
Preying for her
Making the bird to live longer
I told my wish to the little bird
The little bird replied
You are a greedy man
You have taken my freedom
To fulfill ugly wishes
Now I can’t fly
See the world with my eyes
Sit and nest on trees
You want to me die in captivity
I shall love to die flying
As god destined
I felt
Lead being poured
Into my ears
Tears rolled from my eyes
I set the bird free
For the skies

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Gift

A poor orphan girl named maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was travelling
In the warmth of marias small hand
She happily gave her last peso
On a cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
And watched it grow stronger with time
Now the christmas eve service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolks brought presents
To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense
And perfumes
In packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to bring
She waited till just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt by the manger
For her gift was unworthy of him
Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
Maria, what brings you to me
If the bird in the cage is your offering
Open the door and let me see
Though she trembled, she did as he asked her
And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters
On a wing that had healed good as new
Just then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
Whose beauty was fit for a king
Now maria felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offerings was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingales song

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Caged

People began bidding for a confined bird on a ledge

A poor bird in a iron cage.

No one knows this birds age.

It was the pleasing color of sage.

The sea was in a constant rage.

Everyone was afraid of standing near the outside stage.

The bird went to the highest bidder for a high price.

The auctionor asked him what he was going to do with the bird?

The owner of the bird set it free.

So it could fly from tree to tree.

The bird said thank you by singing its wild glee.

This reminds me of how God can set a mans souls free.

Thank you God for setting my soul free.

poem by Lyda Mery
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Stateless Bird

The retarded Freedom fighter who realized one day
his bird in the cage should get her retirement soon.
He regrets that her confinement is not fair at all.
A starry night he opened the cage door to let her fly
and he waited till morning,
but the bird still remains in the cage and twittered,
'Dear comrade now only you realized the true freedom
and you opened the door at last,
but I am not familiar with this sky.
Who is going to teach me to fly? .
Please close the door and let me leave alone
at least to get my last breath'.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Eternal Freedom

They say the truth sets us free but lately it feels like it's been choking, suffocating, and binding me

Some people would describe me as free as a bird say I go with the flow, at least that's what I've heard

I hope this is just a phase because lately I've been feeling caged, I must have thought a thousand times about flying free, but somethings always been there thank God to stop me

As long as I can remember I've been in this cage as a matter of fact in this 'cage' I guess you could say I've been raised

But as the years go on I'm not gonna lie my love and need for this 'cage' has started to die and all because of my stupid desire to fly

'Why dont you just fly away free? ' You may ask me, because I'm afraid you see of what would happen if the ones I love were to catch me being something I promised I would never be

I'm afraid they'd no longer be proud of me and everything I've worked so hard for would be down the drain you see

'What is freedom? ' You may ask me, honestly I don't know none of us do really, for this whole world is caged and waiting to be set free and I long for the day when our savior will give us the key

The Key To Our Freedom Eternally

poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Captivity

O meadow lark, so wild and free,
It cannot be, it cannot be,
That men to merchandise your spell
Do close you in a wicker hell!

O hedgerow thrush so mad with glee,
it cannot be, it cannot be,
They rape you from your hawthorn foam
To make a cell of steel your home!

O blackbird in the orchard tree,
In cannot be, it cannot be,
That devils in a narrow cage
Would prison your melodic rage!

O you who live for liberty,
Can you believe that it can be,
That we of freedom's faith destroy
In dungeons, innocence and joy?

O decent folk who read this page,
If you should own a bird in cage,
Throw wide the door, - God gave it wings:
Then hear how in your heart it sings!

poem by Robert William Service
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