A Glow Worm and A Firefly
Dressed up for the mating night,
Never known it's for two weeks delight,
Rolled and sucked all alive under the earth,
The small lights even in the eggs, glow under the dark.
Meditated through many seasons to mature,
After pupating the single eyes become compounded,
The missing wings left the females on the ground,
The wingless flight to the height, emitting luminescence.
Sending specific patterned signal to the mate in the filth,
On the banks of the river and top of the trees,
Thousands of male little lanterns hungry for love,
Equally mad glowworms send the specific light of memo.
The joyous moment and union confirm the continuation,
Of species that mesmerize the human to merriment.
One wicked glowworm, hungry for nutrients,
She sent the signal to lure the lovelorn male.
When a male firefly was drowned in stupor,
picked up the responding signal from a potential mother,
but She caught, ate and stored enough protein,
To produce more eggs and show off the cruel charm.
When they fly as the little stars they can be caught,
When they burn the chemical with enzyme with no heat,
When they look for the mate from the upper ground,
The feeling is great to everyone who can witness.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Blinking Lights
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a Morse code signal
'Specially for me
Ain't no rainbow in the sky
In the middle of the night
But the signal's comin' through
One day I will be alright again
Blinking lights on the higway cars
Stoppin' one by one
Get a look at the accident
Didn't see that one coming
And the doctor in the sky
Gonna bring his chopper down
Gonna bring me out alive
And set me on the ground
Once more again
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
song performed by by Eels
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A Robins Call
As the Robins cherps in the early morning light,
the female comes into nets to relieved her mate,
the male goes of to find some food to eat,
as then the the female begins to tweet,
"the egg is cold you lazy baster,
I should peck your dairy after,
I will have to sit here way to long,
as your lazy ass is gone,
she chirps I need to eat,
and repeats I need to eat, "
The male comes back into the nest,
a chance for him to rest,
to keep all the eggs warm,
he sounds out a alarm,
"I see Cat, I see Cat,
may it get go away,
unit another day,
it leaves, then nest is safe,
as he calls to his mate,
you slut, you slut these eggs are not mine,
all of this is a waste of my time,
come back to keep these eggs warm,
you slut, you bitch, I will sound the alarm."
this is the fruit of life,
bare it but think twice,
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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A Little Light
IN THE roughest of seas,
a warship wages war with a raging storm
in absent abyss of light,
First mate shouts out 'ship',
as he points to light in the night.
Warships send a signal of warning
(no response, no reply)
Warships send a signal of warning again,
but, a warship will not give way nor give in.
(no response, no reply) ,
Warship captain, at his wits limit, is very irrate.
His reply, send a signal with this warning,
'I will run you down and damn you to dark-
ness, to an eternal night of the abyss.
(a response, the reply)
Damn me? Damn me? Damn me
to eternal darkness of the abyss?
By the eternal light of my lighthouse,
run me down and you shall fly
WHEN WARSHIPS HAVE WINGS! ! !
A captain of a warship so quick to judge,
with all his weapons of war could not win a war
over a little light, Hmmmmmm
Peace.... and let your little light shine my friends
poem by Randy Hogan
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Exotic Birds
Exotic pair twirls mid-air,
Mating dance, And if by chance,
She likes his ritual nuance,
The male's preening prance.
Head raised, a confident stance.
His wings were strong and long in length,
The female sensed the male has strength,
For nature deemed that she must succeed,
To choose a mate, to live, to breed,
A Law Written By Mother Nature
A law written by Mother Nature that the strongest in their kingdom do rule
But amongst the creatures of Nature none are born to feel guilty of being cruel
For Nature's creatures kill for survival if they don't eat of hunger they will die
Those who say that birds and animals are cruel to each other are naive or preacing a lie,
The strongest male mates with the female his genes are destined to live on
His offspring will fight for a harem when he back to Nature has gone
'Tis known as survival of the fittest it happens in Nature every day
The strongest one passes on his genes that does seem the natural way
Of insuring the survival of a species the weaker one never gets the chance to mate
He cannot hope to be a father his own image for to create
The big male who once ruled the harem in the bosom of Nature now lay
And his descendants now fight for their females 'tis the workings of Nature some say,
A law written by Mother Nature that the one with the most sexual drive
Is usually the biggest and strongest and his genes destined to survive.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Free, Male, & Twenty-one
Were free
Were male
Were twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Its not enough to be twenty-one and free
Its not the same as male and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
This is such a fine distinction
The career that weve begun
I just made twenty-one
Im old enough to run
For congressman or clerk of the public works
Or dogcatcher or something just as dumb
If I should choose to run
I make no exaggeration
Just a statement of the facts
Now Im second generation
And I am manly to the max
And no one can decree
Just who I have to be
The choice is up to me
And if I could be anything, Id be
Male and twenty-one
Its nice to be a man
I use it all I can
I never had a choice for a higher voice
But I have to say Im glad to be a man
Since this is what I am
Sigmund freud may have a crisis
With his own identity
But theres nothing wrong with me
Because I enjoy being a boy
And all that it will say upon my resume
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
If I could change
Change anything, everything
Everything in the world
Then I would make
Half of the world
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
And I dont believe in heaven
What a let down it would be
And I hope theres not a hell
But there must be a God cause he made me
Free, male, and twenty-one
Theres got to be a God cause he made me
Male and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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U.s. Male
(words & music by jerry reed)
Now, i'm a u.s. male 'cause i was born
In a mississippi town on a sunday morn
Now mississippi just happens to occupy a place
In the southeastern portion of this here united states
Now that's a matter of fact, buddy
And you know it well
So i just call myself the u.s. male
That's m-a-l-e, son. that's me!
Now i said all that to say all this
I've been watchin' the way
You've been watchin' my miss
For the last three weeks you been hot on her trail
And you kinda upset this u.s. male
You touch her once with your greasy hands
I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
She's wearin' a ring that i bought her on sale
And that makes her the property of this u.s. male
You better not mess with the u.s. male my friend
The u.s. male gets mad, he's gonna do you in
You know what's good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property of the u.s. male
Through the rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow
The u.s. male is on his toes
Quit watchin' my woman, for that ain't wise
You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes
I catch you 'round my woman, champ
I'm gonna leave your head 'bout the shape of a stamp
Kinda flattened out, so you'll do well
To quit playin' games with this u.s. male
You better not mess with the u.s. male my friend
The u.s. male gets mad, he's gonna do you in
You know what's good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property of the u.s. male
Sock it to me
All right...now i'm gonna tell it like it is son
I catch you messin' 'round with that woman of mine
I'm gonna lay one on ya. you're talkin' to the u.s. male
The american u.s. male
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Commerciality
Fire sign, indicate luminous pornography
Heliograph and morse photography
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Coherent, match and blazing cuneiform wide open
Sales pitch, high pitch, noise
Brakes too soft to burn, envisage this
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Package, carton, package and carton, sell and package and carton
Sell and package and carton, sell and package and carton
Sell, package and sell, package
Just revitalize, revitalize, revitalize, whats this now?
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Sell and revitali-, vitalize and home pride
From tractors to tea-bags, from here to eternity, oh god, help me
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
song performed by by Xtc
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Red Light Signal
Red Light Signal
A charming scenario of the evening,
Day and night were making love at infinite.
Sun’s face was looking like red chicks of a shy girl at the sudden presence of her beloved.
Scenario was looking like a red light signal at crossing.
This nature’s red signal advises every one to rest in the night.
Chirping of birds was over
and they went to their nests.
What a fantastic scenario was this?
poem by Vijay Gupta
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In Fancy I Hear
In fancy i hear the male snipe in his courtship display
O'er the rushy fields on a calm night in May
With his tail as he flies he makes a goat like bleating sound
That echoes in the sky above his breeding ground,
Above his breeding ground perhaps 'tis his territory he advertise
That the more sound he make the bigger his size
He sends out a warning across the night sky
To neighbouring snipes who are listening nearby
In the rank grass by the drain her blotched eggs warm neath her breast
His secretive brown wife she sits on her nest
Whilst her mate in the dark sky he flies to and fro
Making goat like bleating sounds to leave other snipes know
That this is his territory and all through the night
He sends out a warning in the dim moonlight.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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Loot of Kissess
In bed
At sex...
Time...
Male change
Female...
Female change
Male...
At the bed...
Male is
Female...
Female is male...
It only not
Feeelling...
Bodys sexual
Enjoy of
Eneargy....
Making male
This think...?
Don't woory male...
Too love to female
Give eneargy kissess
For loot....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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One of a kind
My D.N.A’s in disarray
Genetically I am quite mad,
I just found out the other day
I never had a proper dad.
They hatched me on a petri dish.
From bits of that and bits of this
and kept it warm to incubate
How I turned out was left to fate
I finished up a vertebrate
but I will never find a mate.
In all the world I am unique
I shall not live to be antique.
I’m six feet tall and three feet broad
and I blow bubbles when I’m bored.
From both my ears I swear it’s true
Now that is something you can’t do.
My greatest hero’s Frankenstein
who was the first to recombine
Assorted parts into a whole
that could compose a barcarole.
The promised me before I die
go to that great Lab in the sky
They’ll do their best to raise a clone
so I wont feel quite so alone.
There is one snag, their plan will fail
for any clone would be a male.
I won’t be happy I am not gay
a male won’t chase my blues away.
I think I’d rather be alone
when all is said and all is done
I have no wish to procreate
a family without a mate.
For single parents life is hard
a lot of work with small reward
I’ll concentrate on breeding fish
I WILL NOT wed a petri dish.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Now a Star
Now a Star is something for you and I to see, a bright and firy spectacle
in belief, it boasters it's rays in every way, our's give us light in the
day, God's Star shows in our heart of something beautiful on day, a star
shows bright even in the night, now we know of it's might, just thinking of
Betelguse, and the quieting red it produce, the sky if full of these stars,
for a quite night, and time for truce, a signal of peace, peace in heaven,
a universal signal, for peace on earth.
poem by Dennis L. Maxberry
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Every Breath of a Dove
Every breath that I take
My heart doth make
A beat for the rhythm of love
Carried by the wings of a dove,
Flying round you, loving you, calling
You are still, a signal to my fluttering wings
That descends me gentle, close onto your body
High in the sky of the trees our interwoven sticks
Of love await your nest eggs...I fly away.
As the moon says goodbye sunshine peeks at your eyes
Sparkling brightly as you warm to your clutch of eggs,
I call to you for we must fly to make an appearance
By the church bell the scene is laid,
For a wedding spell.
A young couple wed embrace and kiss
Something we never miss,
For the love of a dove.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Every Breath That I Take...
My heart doth make
A beat for the rhythm of my love,
Carried by my wings of a dove
Flying round you, loving you, calling
You are still, a signal to my fluttering wings
That descends gentle, close onto your body
High in the sky of the trees our interwoven sticks
Of love await your nest eggs...I fly away.
As the moon says goodbye sunshine peeks at your eyes
Sparkling brightly as you warm to your clutch of eggs,
I call to you for we must fly to make an appearance
By the church bells the scene is laid,
For a wedding spell.
A young couple wed embrace and kiss
Something we never miss, to bless
From the love of a dove.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Adam's Sons
Adam's Sons
Epic male
Strong, robust, determined
Hero – the luck
Legend male
Famous, established, customary
Icon – the legacy
Spiritual male
Suppliant, obedient, fidelity
Priest – the vow
Chivalric male
Bold, gallant, brave
Knight – the oath
Renaissance male
Erudite, honorable, moral
Scholar – the quest
Bourgeois male
Entrepreneurial, conservative, materialistic
Capitalist – the issue
Aristocrat male
Fashionable, elegant, privileged
Noble – the office
Common male
Sensible, convenient, luxurious
Personnel – the status
He-man male
Glaring, dangerous, fierce
Soldier – the force
Partner male
Subordinate, optimistic, cheerful
Husband – the rule
Modern male
Sophisticated, good-humoredly, elaborate
Materialistic – the survival
Future male
Mechanical, complex, exact
Robot – the reason
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Street Dogs
Male dog
Too
Lady dog...
Lovely play...
On
Th street...
Another male
Dog comes
Lovingely
For female dog...
Male dog with
Male dog fighting...
Too Biting...
Female dog
Simply running...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Memories Of The Male Snipe
Above his breeding territory in the night sky
with his wings and tail he sends out a warning as to and fro he fly
To the males of his own kind those living nearby
The sound that he creates seems like a goat like cry.
Often from the bogland road on evenings in May
In my northern Homeland from here far away
I heard the male snipe in his territorial display
He drummed out his warning 'til the dawning of day.
The snipe of the bogland elusive and shy
When flushed by day low to the ground in quick zig zag flight they fly
For the small game shooter the mottled brown bird with the long thin bill
Is the most elusive of targets to shoot at to kill.
The whirring flight sound of the male snipe to this day I recall
Above the quiet bogland 'til dawn from nightfall
With his wings and tail he makes a goat like sound
As above his territory he flies around and around.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The bird of paradise
The King of Saxony bird of paradise is a male
Black and yellow with brown iris, aqua-green mouth, grey legs,
With two enamel-blue brow-plumes. It seems to be so frail
Guarding its grey- brown female with chicks emerging from eggs
This wonderful bird is named in honor of King Albert.
A German king, devoted to military affair
Re-building Saint Afra School in Meissen like an expert
Proclaiming constitutional his monarchical chair.
He was a great Knight of the Order of the Golden Fleece
And a Grand Cross of the Order of the Tower and Sword
Arbitrating between the claimants of Lippe for peace
He was a very wise king constantly moving forward.
Birds of paradise or Pteridophora alberti
In montane forests of New Guinea guard and stay
Their diet consists of fruits, arthropods and sweet berries
And they're hunted by natives for ceremonial play.
Bird of paradise, Lophorina superba, is small
The male has iridescent green crown and erectile cape
Preparing its '' dance floor'', it attracts females with a call
Hopping in frantic circles having elliptical shape.
The competition amongst males for mates is very fierce
Because they do not have as many females as they need
It's like a bizarre courtship when their songs the silence pierce
Curious females approach but they're not prepared to cede.
Magnificent bird of paradise has complex plumage
The polygamous male owns incandescent yellow wings
Blue-green feathers and the yellow mantle for its image,
Its olive-brown female laying two creamy yellow eggs.
Wilson's bird of paradise male is very red and black
Its head is naked blue with black double cross pattern on it.
With green mouth, blue feet and the yellow mantle on its neck,
It has a brownish female and eats small pieces of fruit.
So red iris has the Twelve-wired bird of paradise male.
It has yellow plumes and twelve blackish wire-like filaments,
While Blue Birds have wire-like feathers emerging from end- tail
Being sexually dimorphic they live on some islands.
Lesser bird of paradise male has an emerald throat,
Those polygamous birds perform courtship displays in leks.
Even to their females themselves do not need to devote
In their nests, their females usually lay two pinkish eggs.
Carolus Linnaeus was named legless paradise bird
Skin being prepared without feet for Europe by natives;
People thought birds were visitors from Heaven but 'Surprise! '
They heard that birds can touch the earth and they were so naive
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVII
I touched that knee. She did not show surprise,
And the earth had not opened at our feet.
She did not even laugh. Her foolish eyes
Twinkled a moment in her cheeks, then set
Like fog--bound stars for ever from my sight.
And at a signal from the little woman,
Who clung to me still, a chorus left and right
Of laughter rose Homeric and inhuman,
Drowning all further sense in one wild roar.
I heard the spotted girl with leopard lips
Complain that she was hungry as before,
And all the world was merged in an eclipse,
Darkening the air around and overhead,
And then I broke away and turned and fled.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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