What I Am And What We Are
it is not the wisdom
for i have none
could be some instinct
for i have some
i bring you something
that i do not understand
you listen attentively
we become your singing birds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Birds Chattering Inside Your Mouth...
the birds in your mouth
chatter, one bird has blue feathers
and it makes the sweetest song,
the white bird keeps mum over
all these caged noise,
perhaps it understands the language
of the soul,
there is a brick red sparrow
looking out the window
it is speaking in tongues
as i listen attentively and watch all these
within the fences of your face
i feel, but i have to be honest
there is nothing that i understand,
i do not wish to
i have had enough, of those blue, red,
and white birds.
but they must all agree that it is not the song
not their songs, but their
common cage, for not one of them
has uttered the nicest word in the
history of captives,
freedom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Silence
There is silence.
When the birds stop singing.
And the world waits.
Then The Great Spirit
may speak when we listen.
To the wisdom of silence.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Immoral World
Information is not knowledge;
Knowledge is not wisdom.
Wisdom is not instinct.
Instinct is amoral
And employs its veto.
So the world is immoral.
12.02.2012
Those are standard.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Listen!
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
You don't know what your missing
A birds chirp, a Bees hum.
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
Children's laughter hark!
Playing In the park.
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
A lovers sigh
Never to deny.
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
Old folk words
Wisdom and life's tales
Listen!
Can't you hear me?
Heart crying
Soul flying
Listen!
poem by Robert Green
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Urgency non-moving
It has become
Absolutely urgent
To listen attentively
To peoples' Eyes
Hear me out
They exist in a modal perception
They change the light of fear
The existence of moving
And grow by the hour
Bear no prägnanz
No order of things
No Mûnch cry
Not even lies inside
No clout
No angst
No size
And no color
They are merely sentient
They barely look at us
Adequately bovine
Aqueous and sour
Irrevocably lenient
In their approach
Immobile as trees
Intent in saying nothing
It has become
Absolutely urgent
To listen attentively
To peoples' Eyes
poem by Francisco Reichd'Almeida
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Birds of Spring
Birds of spring they
bring on so many things
sounds they send
to each other,
that only they
can understand
in their sweet
cheerful harmony.
Sweet smell in
the air this
beautiful april day
listening to these creatures.
Taking in the warmth
of the sun that
is so overdue, blue
skies beauty to the eye.
Birds in flight
from one tree
to the other, getting
ready to produce life.
Cool breezes this
day so fine to hear
birds of spring echoing
music to my ear.
Birds of spring
to many to mention you all,
Robbins, Wrens and Cardinals
or a few I see, oh so beautiful.
To hear their chirping
wondering what they're saying
at this moment
will sit here for awhile.
Sounds this day
so relaxing is it
to listen to these
birds of spring.
wrote 4-3-07
GOD to myself
And as God loves me
(like the way He loves you,
one day, he comes near
me trying to explain
about myself, thinking
that i still lack
understanding)
but i ask him first
Will you please
explain yourself to me?
Perhaps by then
I can understand myself.
My parish priest says
i have committed
blasphemy
since then no matter
how i attentively listen
to the sea
and to the wind
and to the sky
in vain
i have never heard of Him
again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Just Listen To My Song (from 'Meet the Moments')
When my heart is lonely and blue
And just wondering about you
When the world outside is all cold
And my dreams to nowhere are true
And to the dark they surely unfold
Just listen to my song of loneliness
Just listen to the song I'm singing
I'll be touching out for each caress
That my feelings and paths are bringing
Every world has its own to care for
Love is something to adjust and to be
We can never be of us assure
Because freedom is to learn and to see
It's all about free will to you and me
Just listen to my song to the open air
Just listen to the singing from my heart
I will try to reach out and be there
To make each open opportunities start
Just listen to my song of loneliness
Just listen to the song I'm singing
I'll be touching out for each caress
Which those believes and ways are bringing
Whenever you touch and bring out of trouble
Anything you stand for on your own
It shall raise each fortress from rubble
Make each struggle for freedom be known
poem by Peter S. Quinn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Singing Birds Are Endangered Species!
Singing bird's songs
enjoyed,
wonderful melody, wonderful words,
Rhapsodical Sometimes,
More often romantic!
A power hungry,
another powerful
both listen a while,
They want the bird to sing for them!
Now the bird has to stop singing,
Or should think of flying far away!
Power hungry will kill
or powerful will,
Singing bird ability of throat
Is its own enemy,
Two hands are ready to squeeze,
Two blades ready to cut,
Singing bird's throat often
squeezed,
Several died,
not even found in history,
they fear even that bird's story!
For it sings only truth,
Singing birds throat is cut,
Because it can't keep its mouth shut!
Poor bird! Its talent,
gifted voice became
its own enemy,
Not even they are listed
Though singing birds are endangered species!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
And So The Lie Shall Become Truths
you sow your lies in the fields of innocence
the maidens there are blind
virginal in their upbringings
in those hills where the one that rises is only the sun,
and they are not deaf nonetheless and they listen so
attentively like the lonely forest
where the birds there are laying eggs,
the maidens always believe what they hear
and they know it is your voice
quivering
not faltering in every word uttered and sighs heaved,
they nod
they believe the lies sprouting in their clean minds,
they are not born to tell the difference,
and so when the sun sets before their blind eyes,
they all contributed their sympathies
buying you a nice coffin
even if you speak again they will not listen
you are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Teach Them How To Fish
you may give them fish
but for how long will you be giving them fish? for how long will you fish yourself?
teach them how to fish and they will also teach others how to fish.
that is wiser that way.
teach them poetry at first. let them read the easiest one to understand. let them
see the beauty of the simplest lines from you and from the poet that you love.
teach them how to write one from the fingers of their hand. love their work and tell them how beautiful are they. there is always beauty in every personalized line. i know.i am telling you. your lines speak what is in your heart and everything
inside our hearts are always innately beautiful
let them read their lines. let them speak the meaning that they are hiding in there. that which you have never seen yourself. let them defend beauty and grace and truth in their own work. beauty and truth and goodness have to be
defended by its creator too.
listen. open your mind. listen attentively.
teacher. listen to them. they are now making their own.
love each work.
teacher listen. now they are teaching you. now you are learning some more.
they have their own wings now.
teacher, see the sky. see them. oh how beautiful are they. they are all flying
and singing. do not wish them to come back to you. let them fly away.let them see the big wide world. let them find the other universes.
they are not yours. they belong to themselves. they are now free.
that is your happiness that even the gods cannot give you.
sit back. and write another poem for another batch. some more. some time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If you observe attentively you will even find wisdom in shadows.
Listen
Listen to the vines with the thorns
For they are the tricksters
Listen to their wisdom
Listen to the trees
For they are the sages
Listen to them whisper their knowledge in your ear
Listen to the leaves
For they are the talkers
Listen to them talk
Listen to the stream
for it is the dreamer
Listen to its dreams
Listen to mother nature
For she is their mother
Listen with her for she is your mother too
poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Eleutheria
My life is perfect
Because I accept it as it is
The sunshine is shining
Because it is what it is
What a beautiful feeling it's bringing
All the birds in the sky are singing
Eleutheria the fire is burning
Eleutheria the tables are turning
A new day is dawning
Because it is time for a change
With new consciousness forming
There comes a new day
Oh we got to got to keep on trying
When the children are cold and alone
And are crying
You got to understand
Eleutheria the bells are ringing
Eleutheria the people are singing
Eleutheria the people are yearning
Eleutheria this world keeps on turning
Turning
What a beutiful feeling
It's bringing
All the birds in the sky are singing
You got to understand
Eleutheria the fire is burning
Eleutheria the tables are turning
Eleutheria the bells are ringing
The people keep singing
The fire is burning
The tables are turning
Got to keep on
Keep on keeping on
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Are You Gonna Go My Way
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Head The Call
Have you been listening, (Listen to the music)
Have you been sleeping (The sermon's in the music)
(The man standing next to you, he must surely be your brother)
(So brother please) heed the call
(The piper he's still piping)
The magic in the music
(The drummer he's still drumming)
The message in the music
(Sweet song of loving you should be singing)
(So brother please) heed the call
Listen to the music, Listen to the music
(Listen to the music) heed the call
(Listen to the music) heed the call
Heed the call of the music
Heed the call of the music
Heed the call of the music
Heed the call of the music
(It's still early in our morning)
There's still time for singing
Let's not waste our morning
Join in the singing
The outlaw of the midnight
He all too soon comes winging
(So brother please, please) heed the call
(Listen to the music) (Listen to the music) yeah
(Listen to the music) (Listen to the music) oh oh
(Listen to the music) oh oh oh (Listen to the music)
(Listen to the music)
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
When a wise man does not understand, he says: "I do not understand." The fool and the uncultured are ashamed of their ignorance. They remain silent when a question could bring them wisdom.
quote by Frank Herbert
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Finding Your Real Mission Your Real Meaning
as a teacher
it is with them
your students who listen to you attentively
while you lecture
and impart your knowledge not just
in their minds
but also in their hearts
not only in their bodies
but also in their souls
deep within
it is with them
that you find the fulfillment of your mission
you find the real meaning of
your life
as they like little springs rise higher
than their source
you
the teacher happily singing
as they reach for their skies
and you the clear running river
reflects their
triumphs
on the mirror of
your waters
of a hundred watchful eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet- O Listen To...
O listen to the songs, so sweet of Birds;
0 listen to the sea-waves hitting shore;
0 listen to the noise of trampling herds;
0 listen to the breeze that slams the door.
0 listen to the animals all wild;
0 listen to the Wind that howls and screams;
0 listen to the cries of orphaned child;
0 listen to the shrieks of ghosts in dreams.
0 listen to the beggar asking alms;
0 listen to the noises made by Science;
0 listen to the children clapping palms;
0 listen to God-given Conscience.
0 listen within you and hear God's call;
The Holy Spirit dwells in good souls- all.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Come Listen To The Music
I hear the music of the heavenly angels
Coming softly through the blue sky from above
Blending with the music from on the mountain tops
Bringing to all earth's people messages of love.
The song birds are singing to the angels' music
Telling us to hear the words of truth very clear,
"All of earth's people are more alike than different
And to help each other will leave no room for fear".
Come listen to the music of quiet gentle breezes
And music from wild flowers growing on the hill
Whispering softly to awaken our spirits
Saying, "Only listen and let your hearts be still,
So to hear the music from the living waters
That can bring abundance wherever there is need,
Can heal all broken hearts burdened with sorrow,
And can free the people caught by their fears and greed".
Listen to music from the world's throbbing heartbeat
Commanding its people to live in true harmony
By hearing the voices of heavenly angels
Singing love, joy, and peace can be our destiny.
Listen to the music in kind smiling faces
And the music of a child laughing gleefully
Both creating music with notes of "Just Caring".
Won't you please come listen to this music with me?
poem by Alice Lorraine Hill
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Minstrels Song
Words a simple song
A minstrel sings
A way of life in his eyes
Hear the morning call of waking birds
When they are singing, bringing
Love - love.
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Now the winters gone
Cold wind has blown
The endless stream in our lives
Where the minstrel sings
This simple song
Hes always bringing, singing,
Love - love.
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Listen to the one
Who sings of love.
Follow our friend,
Our wandering friend,
Listen to the one,
Who sings of love.
Everywhere love is around,
Around, around.
Here the nations sing
Our minstrels song,
As he walks by in their lives
Soon the spring will come,
And everyone will all be singing, bringing
Love - love
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Listen to the one
Who sings of love.
Follow our friend,
Our wandering friend,
Listen to the one,
Who sings of love.
Everywhere love is around,
Around, around.
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!