A Time For Roosting...
IT IS sad to see
chickens
when the hour of
fading light comes
when they all start
to look up
and find their
respective roosting
places
upon their chosen
branch of the
tree,
it is like
going home
after the day
of pecking
grains, and when
full
you find
solace upon
a chosen home
as the night
starts to
cover
everything.
it is like
death to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Early Morning Happiness....
this morning
i wake up early
i see this hen
and her sixteen chicks
roosting
upon a strong branch
of the narra tree
i get a handful of
rice grains
and scatter them on
the ground
the chickens fly down
from the tree
and feed on
the scattered grains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Social Chickens
i wonder why the
white and red chickens
escape from their
house
tonight they roost upon
the branch of an old
tree
so high that they can
see
above our fence
the road
the red and white chickens
too of my other
neighbor's yard
roosting on the other tree
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Morning's Commotion
outside the house
the commotion starts
with the chickens
pecking each others'
feathers for
the lesser number
of grains.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Seeing Tawny Frogmouths
At nightfall the birds known as tawny frogmouth come out in family groups of three or four
They do not have a song the only sounds they do make is a sort of a low pitched nasal snore
In the wooded parkland they fly from tree to tree in their search for tree insects and flies
And they return to roost on their roosting trees at the dawning just before sunrise,
Quite expert at camouflage in their colours of brown lengthwise on a bare branch of a tree
In the bright light of day they look part of the branch they are almost impossible to see
Disguised from the prying eyes of predators in safety they rest Nature never ceases to amaze
Of her so little we do seem to know we are strangers to Nature's ways,
Related to the nightgars nocturnal insect eating birds though frogmouths far greater in size
For better vision in dimlight the night birds 'twould seem than day birds have far larger eyes,
I have seen the frogmouths at nightfall in the park near my home almost tame to them I approached near
Of human kind so little they seem to know so of humans they show little fear,
From tree to tree in the parkland they fly these quiet brown birds of the night
So well camouflaged on their bare roosting branch they seem part of the tree in daylight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Keep Driving
Another new york waltz at four a.m.,
In the canyons lost at night
The citys just a jail for me, full of high rise prison walls
And Im riding through this darkness,
cause I know theres life within
And Im searching through the shadows,
Just to find that light again
Keep driving (keep driving),
Let the meter run
Keep driving (keep driving),
Oh the nights not really done
Keep driving
And Im hanging on a memory, and I feel it in the air
Im a prisoner of these lonely streets,
But I know Ill find you there
And oh lord, you look so pretty,
But you can see it in my eyes
And just before my tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
It seems so real until the light turns green
Dont wake me up, dont ruin this dream, dont take me from my scene
Keep driving, keep driving,
Keep driving, keep driving,
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
They dont tell you when the music stops,
Or how the movie ends
Is it too late once the feelings gone,
To back it up and start it all again?
Oh lord you look so pretty,
And you can see it in my eyes
And just before that tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
(keep driving) keep driving, driving
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
(keep driving) let the meter run,
(keep driving) dont take me home
(keep driving) ooh, the nights still young
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) ooh find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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My Home
How do I find my way back?
I've strayed too far from home.
I've gone so many places
for so many days.
I've even been to Rome.
I have seen so many sights now.
It seems to me that somehow
that every place I've ever seen
were places in-between
from the place that is my home.
My search for brand new places
and all those other places
never filled the gap
as I crossed the map,
so far from my sweet home.
For I missed the landscape,
the place that I grew up in.
The old familiar faces
were not in the places I've been.
And now I must retrace my steps.
I've searched this world all over.
Too long I've been a rover.
I'll take a trip on back
for I'm on the wrong track.
I wonder what I'll find at my home?
Nothing seems the same now.
Familiarity has changed somehow,
except for the peace I feel around me.
'Cause in my memory I still can see
the place that is my home.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Double Rainbow
Double rainbow!
The details, the muse, the act, the art, the colours! !
Seen up in the sky with the image of Yisrayl Hawkins;
For, He is the Chosen One as the Branch,
To represent the Laws and the Prophets!
And, the Truth of Father Yahweh is always declared by Him.
The signs in the sky! !
Look up high to know the truth;
For, these signs are only given to the chosen few among the lot!
Signs and wonders,
Loook up high into the clouds! !
For, this world is now closing up;
And, we all need the truth from the One Chosen to lead us!
For, He is the Only One sent as the Branch with the Light.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When Death
(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17)
When death is coming up your walk,
And you're unaware of his escence,
You invite him in, and have a talk
Which reeks of omniprescence
When death is sitting in your home
And you're enchanted by his smile
He's been to places like Paris and Rome,
You ask him to stay awhile
When death is leaning very near,
And your house is all aglow,
He whispers something in your ear,
You know it's time to go
When death is touching you all around
And he plays within your head,
You cannot see, nor hear a sound,
You know you'll soon be dead
When death becomes a part of you,
In the still of night
There is nothing you can do,
Until you see the light
When death takes you to the place
Where you'll see the light,
You will not find a familiar face,
But you'll be too tired to fight
When death begins to say good bye
And says you're on your own
You watch the light, and then you sigh -
You see how bright it's grown
When death gets up, and walks through the light
(Which feels like half-melted ice)
You follow him through to discover your plight
And find you're in paradise
poem by Michael Troy Buffo
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Ill Find My Way Home
You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
Ill say I cant tell you when
But if my spirit is lost
How will I find what is near
Dont question Im not alone
Somehow Ill find my way home
My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if youre asking me when
Ill say it starts at the end
You know your will to be free
Is matched with love secretly
And talk will alter your prayer
Somehow youll find you are there.
Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A seasons wish will come true
All seasons begin with you
One world we all come from
One world we melt into one
Just hold my hand and were there
Somehow were going somewhere
Somehow were going somewhere
[interlude]
You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
Ill say I cant tell you when
But if my spirit is strong
I know it cant be long
No questions Im not alone
Somehow Ill find my way home
Somehow Ill find my way home
Somehow Ill find my way home
Somehow Ill find my way home
song performed by by Vangelis
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Family: The SMS-Messages Start...
It is still dark when we leave home - the
school gate is barely open; an hour and
a half before school starts a little boy
already there; out in the winter cold; then
a little girl is also left half an hour before
her school starts; in the afternoon he goes
to after-school; but she has to stay in the
school grounds; at two-forty-five the SMS-
messages start: Hi mom, what are you
doing? - I’m typing my love, and you? –
I’ve got nothing to do; - I know that’s
not true with all that maths and homework
tasks, yet I play along; I wish she were
here or already at home instead of at
school all alone; that was the choice I
made as a working mom; if I give up
my job I’ll never find one again – it’s
all about quotas and race and not expertise
– besides, it is my whole social life – if
only school did not end at two in the
afternoon and children were not left
all by themselves so soon…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Far Away From Home
Lead vocal: the flying pickets
Weve come so far
To hear the words
Of hope and consolation
With no star to guide us through the night
Through many realms of fantasy
We wander and we roam
Far away from home
Then all of those
We held so dear
Grew tired of understanding
And we dream through the endless night alone
What sun can light this darkness
And what hand remove this stone
Far away, far away
Like a leaf that the wind has blown
Far away, far away
Far away from home
Far away from home
All that I am
What Ive become
Will I ever find my place in the sun
What sun can light this darkness
And what hand remove this stone
Far away, far away
Will I ever find my place in the sun
Far away
I could be happy then
Far away
Ill find jerusalem
Far away from home
Far away from home
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Finding Solace
We all have troubled times
when days are full of woe
we need to find solace
but we don't know where to go.
So we look for it in drink
but that can make things worse
some even end up in hospital
looked after by a nurse.
Others find comfort with food
but too much can make you overweight
they say I'll cut back soon
but by then it can be far too late.
A lot look for comfort with Cigarettes
saying it brings solace to their need
but then they can become addicted
to the dangerous dreaded weed.
Many go searching for religion
hoping to find peace along the way
but as soon as things start to go wrong
they give up and don't bother to even pray.
So where can we find comfort and solace?
it's a lot harder to obtain than you think
if it's not in food, drugs, or the church,
and not in Tobacco and the demon drink.
What about if it doesn't even exist?
and solace can't be found anywhere,
we may discover it's all in the mind
and you won't find it as it's not even there!
poem by Kevin Halls
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My Home
My home
Where is my home
My home is not about
These walls of bricks
My home is not
A mansion full of riches
My home is not where
People of the same skin lives
But where i will find
Peace, love and harmony
Where i will find
A better destiny
Where do freedom lives
Here or there
Then that is my home
poem by Matt Ancient
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Who's Joe?
Hey Joe what you're doing?
It seems like it's all going wrong
There's a storm in the sky passing over
And it looks like it's going to be strong
You've got eyes like an old wounded soldier
They cry tears to the losts in the wind
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
What are your gonna do?
I looked for you
I'll get you home
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
I've got to find you (Whatever you do)
I looked for you
I'll take you there
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
Whatever I do (Whatever you do)
Hey Joe what you're doing?
They say you don't care anymore
You had your heart [hurt?] by a woman
Now it doesn't work anymore
She said that you had it coming
That you were no good from the start
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
Time to go home
I looked for you
I'll get you home
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
I've got to find you (Whatever you do)
I looked for you
I'll take you there
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
song performed by by New Order
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Curriculum
Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Natural Is Best
i built a chicken house
but the chickens still prefer
to roost
on the branches of the
kamuning tree
last night it rained so hard
the chickens are silent
all wet they
peck on grains scattered
on muddy ground
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Vine
You have not chosen me but,
I have chosen you;
Because the branch cannot produce fruits by itself,
Unless it abides in the vine!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Willow Tree
Around the willow tree
Sounds of life rang through the air
It felt like home to me.
Home, where I was not.
But this willow tree comforted me,
And so I forgot.
This tree was part of me.
It's limbs swaying so gracefully
A lovely thing to see.
But now I am back home.
And I think about the willow tree
Standing all alone.
Home, where I'm glad to be.
But often I still find myself
Longing for that tree.
poem by Desiree Peters
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