House-broken Sparrow
HOUSE-BROKEN SPARROW
Twitter twitter tweet,
Life on the off-beat,
Sparrow shuddering in all seasons,
Bundled like a dropp or a blister of pain for no reason.
Spawns in home’s for human warmth,
With tiny leftovers of someone else’s mirth,
While it’s country cousin flies in the opposite direction
In search of another higher hearth.
Bawling their daily needs of socks, groceries& milk bottles,
Screaming platitudes for shunning chores, in trees.
Twitter twitter tweet,
For a crumb of bread or a grain of wheat
An inch off a ledge can suffice for yesterday’s sour things &today’s house-warming,
Witness to broken homes, neglected porches, overflowing taps, faulty plumbing,
The man of the house in this century has gone missing,
While the kids await manhood with his picture in fine dressing.
Here the sparrow brings forth its young,
Its entire brood presides over the reality T.V spun,
In the drawing room played out from tear-dripping ceiling, learn.
Twitter twitter tweet,
But when one chick loses balance, shoved by a brother,
For a better morsel or in the custom of sibling rivalry,
In midst of a twittering choir,
Falls down from high-rise &lands on the floor.
Those fatherless kids pick it up to father it, the scourge is prod den,
The sparrow wouldn’t touch the fallen young,
Wary that the jinx of resident evil has befallen.
But would prefer to sit on its high perch,
And in tearless eyes call,
Twitter twitter tweet
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29September20 09
poem by Seema joglekar
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Some Birds
Some Birds
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Twitter Of Nostalgia
today my heart echoes
the collective chirping of domestic sparrows
who woke us up each morning and
brought us homeward in the evenings...
hop and skip like playing hopscotch
she would enter through the door
turn her neck in all dierections
as if to greet the guests(?)
sometimes she would slip into
the room with her characteristic ease
through the window bars with bits and odds
tightly clutched in her beak to reach the
roof of our rented tiles and
we would hurry to switch off the whirring fan
for years she and her friends woke us
every morning with the tiny wings flapping
and the small voice box twittering
every evening the twitter would drive
us homeward from our rustic games
every summer afternoon was a spectacle
as she would swoop down or come hopping
to hang on the edge of the small earthern pot
dad would arrange for the winged friends
they would take their fill and flip-falp the wings
in the small puddle as if it's nobody's business
in rains they would settle under the
slope of the roof with watered feathers
looking still browner...
we grew up amidst their chirping
sometimes in the afternoons
a ticktack would wake us from
our siesta, my little wings
amused at the other in the mirror
every cozy corner, including a book rack
was befitting enough to breed her clan
eating like a sparrow, grandma would say
as we snatched tidbits from their hidden counters
they're so much part of our lives
making the roof their home
at times a small ball of cotton
or a handful of grass or an egg or a baby sparrow
would dropp on the floor or on the beds
how my pillow would soak my tears as i
every night recalled the tale of a gentle sparrow
that lived in a cow-dung home with the proud crow
as the neighbour living in a nest of twigs
when the rain washed away the sparrow home
the crow refused to give her any shelter...
i would imagine how the lonely bird
flew alone with the babies trailing after in that rain...
i would sob uncontrollably...
where are you my sparrow?
'what's this picika gola! '
('picika is sparrow...'gola' is mischief)
we would be shouted at
when our voices lost control
and when we shifted to an urban habitat
how we missed the twitter and the chirping
we all silently carried them concealed secure
in the several folds of our hearts as we now
wake up each morning to a jagged silence
ringing loud from our empty hearts...
where are you dear friend?
some seventeen years ago she hoisted
our spirits when on a fine morning when i was
feeding my toddler she hopped into the room
and made sure i fed him proper...
'tha! ' the little boy would greet her
with food filled mouth with the twinkle of
a toddler that reflected in my eyes
what time sense you've, my winged friend!
pesticides robbed her of her food chain
deforestation deprived her of her habitate
supermarkets stole away her grain
concrete jungles cut her off from everything else
modern day life, communication networks
and the ensuing radiation pronounced
a death-sentence...
whenever brute force is applied
on the innocent and the hapless
'picika meeda brahmaastram'
(a thunder bolt employed on a sparrow)
goes the idiom in my mother tongue
and that's exactly the injustice
meted out to these meek creatures
my lovely little sparrow
hidden secure in our hearts
how much i long to see you, hear you...
tell me, will you gain your wings back
if i offer my heart on your altar
to fill the world with
your twitter and chirping?
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Little Sparrow
Little sparrow
Dolly parton = little sparrow
(chorus)
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain.
All ye maidens heed my warning
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend.
They will vow to always love you
Swear no love but yours will do
Then theyll leave you for another
Break your little heart in two
Repeat chorus
If I were a little sparrow, over these mountains I would fly
I would find him, I would find him, look into his lying eyes
I would flutter all around him, on my little sparrow wings
I would ask him, I would ask him, why he left me loving him
Repeat chorus
I am not a little sparrow, I am just the broken dream
Of a cold false-hearted lover and his evil cunning scheme
Repeat chorus
All ye maidens fair and tender
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you, like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend.
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Oh my sorrow never ends.
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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As the old birds sings, the young ones twitter.
As the old birds sing, so the young ones twitter.
Winter In and Out
To chase the cold away
Someone puts on sweater
Someone burns the dry leaves
And somewhere hearth becomes a fetter.
While one sits beneath the Sunshine
One finds the closed room better.
Seeking a bit of warmth many windows are open;
One looks through Facebook and another follows on Twitter
Covered in the mist of loneliness, some await phone calls
The heart only knows which touch can make it better.
But for some, the winter is never gone
Like one in a closed room with old tear-wet love letters.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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twitter is
electronic haiku
but includes all the soap-opera
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Spring
Flowers are on their way to bloom
Birds do twitter in the sky
You see
The sea &
The sky
Are blue
Love is the essence of life
And I am on my way to you!
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Watching the weather
And packing, I'd rather write
Haiku and Twitter.
haiku by Carolyn Brunelle
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Our Little House
Our little house upon the hill
In winter time is strangely still;
The roof tree, bare of leaves, stands high,
A candelabrum for the sky,
And down below the lamplights glow,
And ours makes answer o'er the snow.
Our little house upon the hill
In summer time strange voices fill;
With ceaseless rustle of the leaves,
And birds that twitter in the eaves,
And all the vines entangled so
The village lights no longer show.
Our little house upon the hill
Is just the house of Jack and Jill,
And whether showing or unseen,
Hid behind its leafy screen;
There's a star that points it out
When the lamp lights are in doubt.
poem by Thomas Walsh
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Whittier
Others seek for music in the twitter
Of the sweet, charming notes of Whittier.
poem by James McIntyre
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What Of The Person Remains?
WHAT OF THE PERSON REMAINS?
What of the person remains?
For tens of thousands of years
Not even a bone.
For a few thousand
For a few a name and a story,
And for most, dust and nothingness.
But then
Portrait and family history
Photographs and then films
Clips of a life.
And now more and more detail
Everyman immortalized in each tweet and twitter
Eternity in an electronic file.
And yet with all this
With all the remnants and reminiscences
With all the recorded interviews
With all the tons and tons of information
Gathered around each name
What of the person remains?
All these images and information
All this non-erasable digital paradise
Has not made one single human being
Breathe again with the full breath of life.
The person does not remain
No matter how many memories and how much information
Is left behind.
Death is not defeated yet
As we record and record and record
Every passing instant and action
Of what one day in an instant
May all suddenly disappear.
We will forever be unable to do-
What only God
May do for us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sparrow
Who will love a little sparrow
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree
"I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest
And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast"
Who will love a little sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan
"The entire idea is utterly absurd
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard."
Who will take pity in his heart
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat
"I would if I could but I cannot I know
I need all my grain to prosper and grow"
Who will love a little sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth
"For all I've created returns unto me
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Eagle When She Flies
Shes been there, God knows, shes been there
She has seen and done it all
Shes a woman, she know how to
Dish it out or take it all
Her hearts as soft as feathers
Still she weathers stormy skies
And shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
A kaleidoscope of colors
You can toss her around and round
You can keep her in you vision
But youll never keep her down
Shes a lover, shes a mother
Shes a friend and shes a wife
And shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
Gentle as the sweet magnolia
Strong as steel, her faith and pride
Shes an everlasting shoulder
Shes the leaning post of life
She hurts deep and when she weeps
Shes just as fragile as a child
And shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
Tag:
Shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
Oh, bless her, lord
Shes an eagle when she flies
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Burning Calories
The burning
comes from walking
your fingers on the keys.
The blogging
burns from writing
creative breeze.
The googling
burns from sighting
many Titties and kitties.
The Twittering
Well I don't twitter
What burns better?
The Iphone4 or Apple?
So the Apple it is
that burns better.
Well, I rather,
that is,
eat the Apple,
or make Zapple,
-a detoxing drink.
And subtlety wink.
High fiber in turn,
can really burn.
For the past few years I have engaged in several inappropriate conversations conducted over Twitter, Facebook, e-mail and occasionally on the phone with women I have met online.
quote by Anthony Weiner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Song of The Cataract!
Lo, the moss cloaks away contours in unbidden evergreens,
Defiant, trees peek for that bluish speck of openness,
Coy beams flood the forest floors, in golden green frost,
Yellow lichens drape their aura, awed electric pastel birds protest,
Over its conducting spray; such was the sway of a roaring cataract.
In homage, from niches; blooms incense, toadstool steps descended,
Above, on a mossy tree bough leaning, a drab sparrow sat, drenched,
Trilling merrily in her tiny nest, hope fluttering in her breast,
Its music lost, oblivious to the thundering falls below,
Heights scaled in innocence, singing for an answering twitter,
But around the forest heard, yet, yearned not for the roar.
‘Music amidst mayhem' my father once said, struck a chord,
It sings not for the depths below but the heavens above,
There I learnt, to draw this living breath, to love so dearly, if this be love.
6th nov-2012
poem by Seema joglekar
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