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Fledgling

you beak is too big
for your wings

you see
you cannot really fly on
your own

you have fallen again
and your claws
are broken

surrender now to
mama-bird who is anxious

waiting for you
with a nice worm
in her nest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Robot

inside the nest of
your marriage

your husband with
a thick face

has changed you
into a robot-bird

with mechanical
wings, with a beak

made of steel and
with claws made

of magnetic wires.
another sadness.

another cruelty
on the nest that

they expect must
bring love and

rest. You give me
a blank stare and

i said to myself:
i perfectly understand.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Birds Nest

Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
collecting grains
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows not where: and
The nest gets barren,
Lonely...
The bird DOES NOT GRIEVE
OR DOES IT
We humans, we do not know.

poem by Om Chawla
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Because It Sings....

there is a man inside the cage
but you cannot tell that he is a man
because

by all appearances of it
it has black wings, sharp claws, it is muted
by a beak
it can only sing in syllables
it is wrapped by
shiny feathers

it is a bird, a black bird and by all means
you cannot tell
that it is angry

because it sings.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Now Little Bird?

what now little bird?

you look around you
the nest is empty
and mother bird is far away
and siblings
have taken the first jump
to the pond
to learn to float
and then
fly

you think that mother-bird
comes back
to feed you with another worm?

no, little bird
no one is coming back for you
you do not even
know if you have a father-bird
to save you

no, little bird
do not wait
do not waste your time
the sun shines
and it is time
for you to go too

fly now
little bird
find the real meaning of your wings....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like A Bird I Will Let You Stay In My Nest

like a bird i will let you stay in my nest
because i need you to need me on these dark nights
i will fold my wings and you will be inside them
you will be warm and you will soundly sleep
i will keep watch and i will maintain this silence
this comfort with the moon beside
but soon when your wings and claws are again strong
you must leave and learn to fly alone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weird-Bird

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, 'It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town.'

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Camouflage

Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds
The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the birds,
"I've got a letter here," he said, "that no one's understood,
Addressed as follows: 'To the bird that's like a piece of wood.'
"The soldier bird got very cross -- it wasn't meant for her;
The spurwing plover had a try to stab me with a spur:
The jackass laughed, and said the thing was written for a lark.
I think I'll chuck this postman job and take to stripping bark."

Then all the birds for miles around came in to lend a hand;
They perched upon a broken limb as thick as they could stand,
And just as old man eaglehawk prepared to have his say
A portion of the broken limb got up and flew away.

Then, casting grammar to the winds, the postman said, "That's him!
The boobook owl -- he squats himself along a broken limb,
And pokes his beak up like a stick; there's not a bird, I vow,
Can tell you which is boobook owl and which is broken bough.

"And that's the thing he calls his nest -- that jerry-built affair --
A bunch of sticks across a fork; I'll leave his letter there.
A cuckoo wouldn't use his nest, but what's the odds to him --
A bird that tries to imitate a piece of leaning limb!"

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Fallen, Empty, And Broken

fallen soldier
fallen sky
fallen angel
from on high
fallen heartache
fallen soul
fallen man
losing control

empty bed
empty arms
empty dreams
empty heart
empty wallet
empty hands
cant take nothin'
from an empty man

broken promises
broken vows
broken spirit
wont allow
broken fences
broken lives
broken tomorrows
broken nights

fallen, empty, and broken
every road is the same
bent, bruised, and shaken
still numb from the pain
now you dont answer
when i call out your name
fallen, empty, and broken
walking in the rain...

fallen, empty, and broken...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Weird-Bird

from the wire chirp
on the wire chirp
frantic head
to and fro
to and fro
chirp, chirp, chirp
little bird on a wire
head and beak
to and fro
to and fro
ten times in a second
tail up, tail down, tail up, tail down
the tight feathered bodice
doing a twist
legs angled tight on tiny wire
a tightrope walker
chirp, chirp, chirp
looking for some fun
looking for a companion to share its day
chirp, chirp, chirp

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Weird-Bird
Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, 'It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town.'
Shel Silverstein

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Strange Bird

Strange bird
By: jimmy buffett, jay oliver
1989
Half fast and seldom seen
He dont blip the radar screen
On the deck below the dune
Under the commanders moon
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
God only knows where the strange bird goes when hes flying
Everybodys trying to find him
But they dont know where to start
The ornithologist lady says that he has wings on his heart
Chorus:
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
If you cant catch him you cant name him
If you cant see him you cant claim him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, hes a strange bird
Frequent flyer, seldom seen
High above the caribbean
In my day Ive met a few but hes the strangest bird thats true
Chorus:
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
If you cant catch him you cant name him
If you cant see him you cant claim him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, hes a strange bird
But hes in love with the lady of the waters
And she lives somewhere up around cheauxvan
Hes gonna circle high above her runway of love
Until she gives him her permission to land
Chorus:
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
If you cant catch him you cant name him
If you cant see him you cant claim him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, hes a strange bird
Watch out girl, hes a strange bird
Strange bird flying low
cross the gulf of mexico
Strange bird not like all the rest
Watch out girl hes a strange bird
Shoot you down, hes a strange bird
Its a bird, its a plane, its a strange bird

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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First Flight

Brand new baby birds in a nest
don't you fall to the ground.
For there are too many predators waiting
and quietly lurking around.

Don't leave your nest 'til you can fly.
Be patient and bide your time.
Then when you feel your wings are strong
then out of your nest you'll climb.

Now see what you were born for.
Flap your wings and soar into the air.
The sky's the limit for such as you.
As for me I can only stare.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I want to fly!

yes, you do.
where do you want to go?
i am looking for a new home

how does one grow wings?
i want to fly...

it is the most quiet conversation.
the man begs to understand
why the mouth he is blest with does not take the shape of a beak.

the bird sings of many lands
the man has not yet been to

the little brown bird's heart is a ray of sun
but the man does not know

inside the wars are all in the making
outside it is still calm

the bird and the man kiss
the bird flies
the man falls asleep
the man flies
the bird is dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broken Wings

Broken wings
Broken wings
Twirls in ballroom gowns
Echos of glory
And reminders of things lost

Broken wings
Broken wings
Only feet to help carry on now
A thousand voices
Singing the same song

Broken wings
Broken wings
Feathers litter the ground
Where the proud used to stand
Where only broken wings remain

poem by Autumn Winds
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Flying lessons for M'lady Ernestine.

The swallows have successfully
raised up their fledging family.
The little ones now have to try
out their wings and learn to fly.
Although at first reluctantly.
They seem to know instinctively,
the freedom of the sky is theirs.
But only for the bird who dares
to leave the nest and try their wings.
Despite the anxious twitterings
of parent birds who have the right.
To watch their first attempt at flight.
They fly because they know they can.
All part of Mother Natures plan.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Oh! Can it be?

Oh! Can it be? Said the blue bird to the bee,

That you are poking holes in the air is what I do see;

No! Said the bee, It's just my warning alarm to let you know,

Come too close, and you will get the point, that is so.

Oh! Can it be, said the bird to the cat below?

You have such claws, they look to sharp, you know,

Said the cat, to the bluebird on the fence just near,

These claws are sharp, for birds who show no fear;

Oh can it be? Said the cat, to the large bulldog there,

You don't see to want with me your food to share;

Then the dog said to the cat, Touch my bone you'll be cat nip,

Go eat your whiskers, go away, or I will make of you egg flip.

Oh! Can it be? Said the dog, to the large horse in the stable,

Are you a grand racing horse, or is that just a fable?

Neigh, nay, just here to help the farmer to plough,

But; if you get too cheeky, I will kick to the cow.

Oh! Can it be? Said the horse to the cow, near the barn

Is it true, mrs white the lamb, can give a good yarn?

Of course she said, to nick the large horse, it's true,

Mrs White, can certainly give a yarn with a nice dye,

But if you say neigh in stead of yea, I'll know you tell a lie.

The moral of this poem, is do not be a stick beak,

Or someone may be rude ad call you a lousy freak;

And don't go stirring and spreading any rumor,

Or you may have the joke on you, and that's no humor.

poem by Margaret Haig
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To A Little Bird Out From Its Nest

and so
your on your wings now
flying low yet
flying still
to where must you go?
your wings shall lead you
do not look back
for the nest had long
been destroyed
for the winds have no mercy
but the places faraway
have open arms
islands out their
have warm hearts
fly away
little bird
your destiny is waiting

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Felicdad (Miami Ocean Drive)

Only Margherita love like America
Only Margherita move like the Mardi Gras.
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
in my pyjama.
My imagination carry my mind away
Only Margherita feel like a holiday.
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
you wild madonna
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you
Felicidad
And I can't help but feeling this way
You're the one who can change my tomorrow toda
Felicidad
Won't you ride on the wings of my fantasy
And this summersong will last a whole life long.
Only Margherita love like America
Only Margherita take me to shangri-la.
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
you wild madonna
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you
. . .
Felicidad
. . .
Mama
mama
mama
oh mama
Mama
mama
oh mama
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
you wild madonna
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you
. . .
Felicidad

song performed by by Boney M.
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Death's Wings

Death was a bird that night
An ugly, vicious bird
Death's claws scratched at me
But flew away when I didn't bleed.
As it flew, darkness fell
Wings blocking out the moon.
Death screetched in frustration
When it couldn't break my skin
Death was too obvious
And realised.
Death swooped low that night
And caught her by suprise
Not a sound left its beak, nor her mouth
And death was silently satisfied.
To strike again was simple
Death had learnt a new trick.
And so began a time
That death shed its feathers.

poem by Danielle Guscott
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A Bird's Happiness

A cherry hello to you
So the bird said to me
I asked him why he was happy
As he was sitting in a tree

I looked at him in the tree
And wondered what he was doing
Then he said that he saw a worm
And it was what he was pursuing

So we should take lessons
From the bird in the tree
Ashe was getting ready to build a nest
As he had use to be

Then he returned to his nest
As happy as could be
He sang and sang
As he was in the tree.

poem by Dolores Mahan
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The Black Bird That Keeps On Flying

the black bird
keeps on flying
over my head

its wing tips
touch my hair

the black bird
weeps
and my mind
cannot ignore
it

it is seeing you
again
and it does not
know
what to do
with its beak

it wants to kiss you
but your eyes
are angry
it wants to land over
your hair
but they are hard
as wires

the black bird
has no nest for
its eggs
you never mind it
your mind
thinks always of
that white bird
in the sky

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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