Sunday
sundae Sunday
with mommy on the lobby
a boy trying to
get loose
from her hold
a fledgling with untried wings
looks at them
from its mother's nest on a tree
fronting the lobby
the boy looks at it
eye to eye they relate themselves to
fright
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Afternoon While Relaxing At The Porch
i see a little bird
coming out
from its nest
a fledgling
wanting to fly
testing the power
of its young wings
flapping
and flapping
feeling
the wind
keeping
it does not manage
after a brief stint
it falls on the ground
now limping &
limping
mother-bird tries
to rescue
diving
wanting to save
the
fledgling
but to no avail
she cannot carry
it back
high on that tree
it is heavy
a cat
comes along the way
and swallows
little birdie
for dinner
predator-prey -world
this is
nothing sentimental
nothing personal
just a matter of survival
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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First Flight
The young bird hops,
into my open garage.
Head hunched
it studies the veined floor
like a map; lost traveler
cast low from
wooded heights,
and lifts to its mother
a raspy cry.
Too early from the nest
fearful of the sky,
unsure of tender wings,
not able to fly,
it’s helpless.
I want to hold it,
feel its heart
tremble in my gentle hands
return it
to shredded nest,
or,
like a prayer,
cast it high to heaven
and watch it fly
or fall,
but I do nothing.
when echoing its mother’s call
the youngster stumbles out the door
and into the still street -
Breathless,
I watch mother bird
diving near
as the fledgling
rises
into familiar air.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Mother Sparrow Grieves Upon The Untimely Death Of Her Beloved Fledgling
today, there is no grand funeral
like that of the death of
a statesman
or that simple funeral fit for
a laborer in the world of
mankind,
the mother sparrow grieves over
the death of her fledgling
there is no burial
they do not know what are white flowers
their meaning
the torn wings are carried by the worker-ants
some useless feathers are left above a sand mound
soon there are skeletons of frail bones
baked throughout the year by the sun
soon only dusts
the mother sparrow as we knew it from science
does not keep a memory
they keep on their far journey
nest from nest to nest on those seasons
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hotel Lobby
She rises with the sunset
She wonders, "When will this end?"
The world is full of money, full of money
She goes out unprotected
She doesn't listen to her best friend
It's only for the money, for the money, for the money
She doesn't want to be respected
Reality's her best friend
She needs the extra money, extra money
In the city, the town, and the household
So many things go unreported
So many things her eyes have seen, eyes have seen, eyes have seen
>(Chorus)
Meet me in the hotel lobby
Everybody's looking lonely
Watch me as I walk in slowly
When your eyes meet mine
It's in the mirrors of the hotel lobby
This is not what she expected
Her hopes, they stretch and they bend
Wrinkle like paper money, paper money
In the city, the town, and the household
So many things can be distorted
So if you want a true life story, bring the money, bring the money
>Chorus (2x)
She's unprotected
She's unprotected, oh
She's unprotected
She's unprotected, oh
>Chorus
Meet me in the hotel lobby
Everybody's looking lonely
Catch me because I think I'm falling
I'll be waiting in the mirrors of the hotel lobby
song performed by by Utada Hikaru
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Wildlife
Mommy told me she has everything I want
Mommy told me that I should not worry bout nothing else
Mommy told me that I cant do what I want
Mommy told me
But shes only thinking about herself
Cant think about nothing else
Im thinking about myself
Time to leave and its just as well
cause I cant help thinking theres something else
Wildlife
So I told he that I must have something more than she offered
And she should not worry about my health
Im a big boy, not her little boy no more
Im a big boy and I must learn how to protect myself
Hold my own when they give me hell
She can worry about herself
Tiny eagles must leave their nest
Wild horses withstand the test
Old lovers become estranged
Little boys who cant help but change
Could be nothing but who can tell?
song performed by by Utopia
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The Needs And Wants Of A 3 Year Old
Mommy, do you have my purple wings?
Your purple wings?
Yes Mommy my purple wings,
I need them.
No my dear,
You don’t have purple wings.
Can you make me purple wings, Mommy?
Sure honey, but why do you need them?
I need my purple wings to fly to the sky,
Cause I want to catch me a helicopter.
poem by M. Rose Davis
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I just want to lobby for God.
quote by Billy Graham
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Stills belong in the lobby, not on the screen.
quote by William Wyler
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Mommy Why?
**This poem is not about me...it just came out of my head**
Why did they rip your heart out, mommy?
Why did they hate you so much?
Mommy, why didn't they accept you
Mommy why?
Why are you dead mommy?
What did they do?
How did it happen?
Mommy, why did it have to happen to you?
Oh i need to know why
Mommy please come back
Mommy i'm sorry i called you a bitch
Mommy i really don't hate you
Mommy please come back, i need you
(1-15-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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That's what mayors do. They lobby Congress to provide resources for their city.
quote by Maxine Waters
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Someone Is Going To Pay For This
'MOMMY? '
Why are you screaming like that?
You nearly scared me to death.
That look...
In your eyes.
What is wrong?
'Mommy?
The sky.
I saw the sky...
And it was blue.
No?
What did I tell you about lieing?
'It's true mommy.
It's true.
My friends and I just left the beach.
And it was covered with...'
Go on!
Don't cry.
Mother's here.
'Mommy?
It was covered with 'white' sand! '
LIES!
'And...
We saw people smiling.
At us.'
Where is my gun?
I want you to stay in this house.
Go to your room.
Don't go anywhere.
I'll be right back.
'Where are you going, mommy? '
Someone is trying to feed my child with delusions.
And I don't like it one bit.
We are here to trash this world.
Not respect it.
Do you understand that?
DO YOU?
'Yes, mommy! '
You go to your room.
I'll be right back.
Someone is going to pay for this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The networks are not some chicken-coop manufacturing lobby whose calls nobody returns.
quote by Ralph Nader
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It's wrong to put the drug lobby's interests ahead of older Americans.
quote by John B. Larson
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Nostalgic Memories!
A crow built a nest on our tree
taking up the sticks from the broom
and laid its golden egg and sat over it often.
No loitering of rats, cats, squirrels there!
The crow would caw to call out its kin
and roust the menacing creatures away.
A fledgling hatched out, and crowed a hoarse cry.
When its chick went near the edge of the nest,
The crow would draw it in with its beak.
If the rains poured, it would cuddle its chick.
A flock of crows cried, “ caw, caw, caw, caw! ”
and urged the young one to flight off.
My Goodness! I see it again near the nest daily morn.
Nostalgic memories bring the birds too back home.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Mother Sparrow Leaves Not Carrying Anything
the mother sparrow does not
know about a funeral
how can it hold a white flower
entertain meaning
using its black, short beak?
today, her young sparrow
lies dead
shattered wings, severed feathers
the worker-ants are sensing the scent of blood
the delicacy of sparrow meat
and now carry them all toward their
queen
underground
there is no memory for mother sparrows
there is no son
the fledgling is gone, gone
then she flies far away
to another season
not carrying anything, not a seed even inside her gut
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What is a mother? pt 2
What is a mother? A mother is a friend.
What is a mother? A mother is your hero.
What is a mother? A mother is someone who can make your wishes comes true.
What is a mother? A mother is sugar and spice.
What is a mother? A mother knows all the coolest music and style.
What is a mother? A mother is everything in between.
What is a mother? A mother is a better version of you.
What is a mother? A mother is your mommy till the day that you leave this world behind.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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What is a mother?
What is a mother? A mother is a friend.
What is a mother? A mother is your hero.
What is a mother? A mother is someone who can make your wishes comes true.
What is a mother? A mother is sugar and spice.
What is a mother? A mother knows all the coolest music and style.
What is a mother? A mother is everything in between.
What is a mother? A mother is a better version of you.
What is a mother? A mother is your mommy till the day that you leave this world behind.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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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.
Sunday,13 June 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Women have had the vote for over forty years and their organizations lobby in Washington for all sorts of causes; why, why, why don't they take up their own causes and obvious needs?
quote by Dorothy Thompson
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Mistress
oh! sweet honey comb of sweat distress,
hold my great taste of thirst, lobby my lewd
accent, the flesh holds the poison of emptied
memory
come the little passion my heart knock your
doorstep the rugged pain I adore, make me the
vehicle of your strength and capture the lust
that your wickedness holds
all the while, satisfaction move to regret and
as the moment witness our joy, all need not to
say goodbye, and the love songs of refrain dare
not to say, “I do “
wait for me and wake me up the entire purse
down; the pocket is lonely for each heart breaks
the luck, contented to lost, and the mind loose
a looser all the time …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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