Bus Poem #4
A bird drops from the sky, hops to a new twig.
From the ground a cat spies him, falls in love.
Birdie strops his beak on a branch.
Cat pretends not to notice.
Birdie stretches his leg. Shuffles his wings.
Cat makes love to his paw.
A yellow feather drifts slowly to earth.
With its voice of blood cat's heart says 'ah'.
Called to the skies the birdie flies. Away.
Cat, broken-hearted, washes his ears with his tears.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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Watch The Birdie
(d. raye/g. paul)
(chorus)
Watch the birdie and take a camera candid shot
Watch the birdie, come on and give it all you got
Watch the birdie, just look around and pick a spot and hold it
(chorus 2)
Watch the birdie, just strike a funny pose a while
Watch the birdie and you can beat that pose a mile
Watch the birdie, let me see your pretty smile and hold it
(bridge)
Looking for a tall dark handsome man
With eyes of blue and golden tan
Strong white teeth like joel mccrea
Hey you, get out of the way
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus 2)
(bridge)
(chorus)
Watch the birdie
Watch the birdie
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cradle Song
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till thy little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till thy little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Drug of Choice
Birdie, down it goes
Smoothed over with a candy-coated-slime
No claws to nibble-n-chew
At the i-n-s-i-d-e of you, to poison
The blood-swell.
Birdie, down it went
Tastes like acid-mixed-cement
But if it works, doitdoitdoit
It won't kill you much f-a-s-t-e-r
Than the sweet green animal-master.
Birdie, almost dead
Feels like hot stones in the belly
Shall it un-birth, and vomit up red?
Or send you down to rest-your-head
This chemical snare.
poem by Renee Swain
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Caged
Broken by their word
you try, oh, try to fly
you are but a caged bird
who looks longing to the sky.
Kept under lock and key
your freedom denined
oh poor little birdie
so many rules you must abide
Where will you hide
when there a four walls cutting your flight
your wings left untried
will your soul survive this blight?
She broke your bonds
little birdie now fly free
to her words your heart responds
Fly free out of this doomed city
Healed through her love
set free into the blue sky
now soar high, go above
fulfil your desire fly, oh, fly sky high
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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HI Handsome!
Once there was a handsome birdie,
No one more handsome than he.
Until one day he saw a dandy,
Staring back all haughty,
Can't believe his eyes, the little birdie,
Another birdie more handsome than he!
His Wife and Baby
In the lone place of the leaves,
Where they touch the hanging eaves,
There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy;
And the baby in the bed
Raised the shining of his head,
And pulled the mother's lids apart to wake and watch the birdie.
She kissed lip-dimples sweet,
The red soles of his feet,
The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms wander;
He twined her tresses silk
Round his neck as white as milk
'Now, baby, say what birdie sings upon his green spray yonder.'
'He sings a plenty things
Just watch him wash his wings!
He says Papa will march to-day with drums home through the city.
Here, birdie, here's my cup.
You drink the milk all up;
I'll kiss you, birdie, now you're washed like baby clean and pretty.'
She rose, she sought the skies
With the twin joys of her eyes;
She sent the strong dove of her soul up through the dawning's glory;
She kissed upon her hand
The glowing golden band
That bound the fine scroll of her life and clasped her simple story.
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Bygone Dreams
behind the pane
he peers intently
gathering stars
netloads each night
in the day gossing
laughing winds
whispering gaily
when storms are about
watches light shudder
crack open the dark
one fine day
it happened
fate prank played
wham! shatter, ruffle
feathers everywhere
gangly dizzy birdie
he gazes amazed
angered, interrupted
down shattered
quick decision
resuscitation
irritating intrusion
breezes now bothered
shattered glass all over
safety in the wind
quickly replaced
all back in place
birdie dazed but well
outside new pane
all quite the same
pain drifts away
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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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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Try Strive Live
a little birdie with broken wings
fly fly rise high
as it rise along it sings
come on lets touch the sky
the little spidie with broken arm
up up move up
as it strives along its swarm
come on rise up
so you fragile human with broken heart
mend mend mend it
as you live mend your heart
yes come one yes do it
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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Lullaby, Go To Sleep
I'll ne'er forget the day,
When I was young and gay,
A rolling 'round the floor in Tennessee;
From th' cotton field so white,
My ma would come at night,
And fondly hold me in her arms and say:
Go to sleep, baby mine,
Little birdie in your nest;
Humming bees have left the vine,
Go to sleep and take your rest.
In winter cold and chill,
At night, when all was still,
I'd wake to find her standing over me,
A smile upon her face,
A creepin 'round the place,
She'd tuck the cover over me, and sing:
Go to sleep, baby mine,
Little birdie in your nest;
Humming bees have left the vine,
Go to sleep and take your rest.
So many years have passed,
Since we assembled last,
That dear old soul has gone away to dwell.
If this whole world was mine,
The wealth I would decline,
If I could only hear my mother sing:
Go to sleep, baby mine,
Little birdie in your nest;
Humming bees have left the vine,
Go to sleep and take your rest.
poem by James Ephraim McGirt
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The Raven Crows
The Raven Crows
by Charles Robert Hice on Thursday, November 22,2012 at 9: 27pm ·
The Raven Crows
The Raven stretches its wings and flies into the gray winter skies while the raven flies it Crows its rawkish voice makes aweful noise
it blows the wind it howls and sounds like a mechanical noise inside the wind
the noise pretends to be the raven as it crows it flies it crows and flies it dives down into the wind and sounds like a noise falling fast and then it sort of dies and falls away not the sound it echoes and it blows
in the middle of the night no one can see the ravens flight but they hear the voice the noise the sound even the wings they flap they glide silent and they hide
The raven seldom crows when it is in its glide it falls and hides no one can see the feathers as it plummets from the sky it moves in a silent fashion
as the raven glides it hides from the eyes of the men it has a sense of reality and a purpose as it glides it looks neither to the left or to the right finally it is satisfied with its destination in its sight the raven crows one final time and plummets like a stone into the night and suddenly a poem is come to earth as Poe hears his famous bird not the crow the rook or the blackbird as it sings but the Raven as it speaks to only him
Nevermore
The Raven Crows
poem by Charles Hice
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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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Time to Rise
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!"
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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On A Bird
A sweet-voiced bird's been caught.
They squeeze it in a vice-like grip.
The poor thing squeaks and warbles not
But they insist: "O, birdie, sing!"
poem by Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin
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The Horrid Voice Of Science
'There's machinery in the butterfly;
There's a mainspring to the bee;
There's hydraulics to a daisy,
And contraptions to a tree.
'If we could see the birdie
That makes the chirping sound
With x-ray, scientific eyes,
We could see the wheels go round.'
And I hope all men
Who think like this
Will soon lie
Underground.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Again Falling In Love
I don’t belong to me,
to you, to her, to him.
Who are you, I ask myself
again falling in love for a tender shoot,
uncoiling under the debris of unfaithful corners?
I was watching a small birdie
hopping against a mirror, cracking the beak
to kill a rival.
She was pulling at my arm
white death in red scarf.
This is for you my fellow-traveller,
a beautiful sector of my hidden garden,
where I have permitted you to come for a walk.
Hand in hand we will watch the peerless evening –
sitting on the wings of gulls.
Will you like to break a promise
before I implode on the moon?
You light the earthen lamp daily under a tree,
to possess me, trap me, digest me. Voicelessly
I melt into smoke, fly away in small huffs.
poem by Satish Verma
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Afternoon View When The Office Is About To Close
from my window
you must have probably heard me about saying the same thing all over again
but i will say it again
the sea is very calm like a sky blue silk spread on the floor
the horizon is pale white like the color of shyness
at a distance there is a boat
the man just spread the fish net
a tiny bird hops from one dry twig to another
another leaf on the other branch falls because it is bound to fall
yellow leaves, those dead ones
caught by the fingers of the grasses below
and then the sound of sirens comes
it is now time to go
now my heart sings with joy
for another night perhaps with the stars high on the roof of my house
in my solitude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Message From The Country
Here the roar a coming
Here the roar a coming
Here the roar a coming now
Got news for your mother
Got news for your mother
Got news for your mother tonight
Sister I have touched the evergreen
And I promise that its life should go unseen
Now it [saves/says? ] the birds upon the fire
And the message from the country rises higher
Hear the birdie calling
Hear the birdie calling
Hear the birdie calling for life
Message from the country
Message from the country
Message from the country rising high
Sister I have touched the evergreen
And I promise that its life should go unseen
Now it [saves/says? ] the birds upon the fire
And the message from the country rises higher
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Exotic birdie an emblem of flirtation
Exotic birdie an emblem of flirtation,
'Burning' the love demands risk,
Fishing in Aquarium, there is no sense,
The falcon in the sky does not search rice,
Flight frightens parrot 'L..' _ jumps up Poultry...
poem by Gioom Galen
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We didn't have movies in this little mining town. When I was 12 my mom took me to New York and I saw Bye Bye Birdie, with people singing and dancing, and that was it.
quote by Margot Kidder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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