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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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
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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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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!
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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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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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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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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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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Watson at the British Open
The aging champion kissed its stones
and waved to all his fans.
At Swilcan bridge across the burn,
As twilight fast descends.
No claret Jug for Tom this day.
His Open at its end
Just this final hole to play
As twilight fast descends.
Five times past champion and beloved
He'll not play here again.
He'll cross this bridge for one last time
As twilight fast descends.
His ball arcs up into the sky
And settles on the green
Near Swilcan bridge across the burn
As twilight fast descends
A simple putt for birdie, Tom,
Yours was a fitting end
You went out like a champion
As twilight fast descends.
Tom Watson, a five time winner of the British open played his final round at the old course at St. Andrews this year. While former champions are permitted to play the open until age 65, the Open is not scheduled for St. Andrews again until 2015, when Watson would be 67. The Claret jug is the trophy awarded for winning the British Open. In Scottish, a Burn is a small running creek. Tom Watson failed to make the cut this year but he did Birdie his final hole.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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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
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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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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
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Initially, I wanted to be an ice skater, but then when I was 13 I saw Bye Bye Birdie, and that was it - I wanted to be on Broadway.
quote by Liza Minelli
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Things I Miss The Most
I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie good-bye
Birdie bye bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Beautiful Betty
don't be a Beany
try just being a birdie
bevy not bleary
could be blistery
but have that
mystery
embrace the arms
of infinity
Delicious berry
beautiful Betty
not blandly but
somewhat
beefy
meaty spicy!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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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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I wasn't originally taking drama, but the drama teacher asked me to audition for Bye, Bye Birdie. I did and got the lead role. Initially I was kind of scared, but once I did it I got bitten by the bug and loved it.
quote by Kevin Richardson
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Begin The Begin
Birdie in the hand for lifes rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it
I looked for it and I found it
Miles standish proud, congratulate me
A philanderers tie, a murderers shoe
Lifes rich demand creates supply in the hand
Of the powers, the only vote that matters
Silence means security silence means approval
On zenith, on the tv, tiger run around the tree
Follow the leader, run and turn into butter
Lets begin again, begin the begin
Lets begin again like martin luther zen
The mythology begins the begin
Answer me a question I cant itemize
I cant think clearly, look to me for reason
Its not there, I cant even rhyme in the begin
A philanderers tie, a murderers shoe
Example: the finest example is you
Birdie in the hand for lifes rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it
I looked for it and I found it
Miles standish proud, congratulate me
A philanderers tie, a murderers shoe
Lets begin again begin the begin
Lets begin again
song performed by by REM
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