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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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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Flirting
She likes listening to you
And then talking with you.
She acknowledges your presence
And then grants her presence.
She lets her eyes meet yours
And then throws private glances
She pretends your intensions
And then accept casual presents.
She ignores incidental touches.
Now the ground is ripe for flirtation.
Flirtation is an art of living.
Flirtation is an art of loving.
Flirtation is the essence of life.
No adultery; a harmless recreation.
16.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cyanide Fishing Killing Reefs
“Indonesia 12 to 15%
of our world’s reefs
65% are damaged
Bali aquarium coral trout
export to China chemical shoaled
worth white cloud cyanide caught sold
5 million a year aquarium tank gold”
cyanide fishing killing reefs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Grits Aint Groceries
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa was a man.
All around the world
Id rather be a fly
And light on my babys head,
Ill stay with that
Woman til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
And ride through the jungle
Fightin lions with a switch,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
Well, you know I love you baby,
And if I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well, its all around the world and I got
Blisters on my feet
A-tryin to find my baby,
A-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know shell be convinced.
If it dont send her back to me,
It just
Dont make no sense,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
Well, you know I love you baby.
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries and eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
All around the world
I never will forget
I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,
But I got to have you baby,
I got to settle for nothin less,
Give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
You know,
You know I love you baby.
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
I said, if I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a
Mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
If I dont love ya baby,
If
I dont love you baby,
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
And eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Mona lisa must-a been a man.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Fishing on Tulsa Time
The Guard approached me and said No!
There is absolutely no fishing here today
So I slowly took my line out of water
As I knew this was not a time to play
To all the fish I looked ever so hopefully
Wishing I could feel their tug on my line
But the Guard explained this is an aquarium
And fishing in here is a punishable crime
poem by John McCornack
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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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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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Show and tell day
It was the day for show and tell
I took my pet parrot along to class
Everything went excessively well
Until it unexpectedly turned wild
It swept off the teacher’s secret wig
With a strong swoop from its perch
Everyone’s eyes turned really big
At the confused parrot’s sudden lurch
The stunned class went berserk
The parrot screeched in absolute fright
Panic seized Tommy, the anxious nerd
With lightning speed he took flight
Grabbing the teacher’s favourite jug
I filled it up with tidbits for my pet
Racing to the petrified bird over a rug
It responded to the treat as fast as a jet
My subdued parrot did not feel bad
Although it seemed a nervous wreck
The embarrassed teacher was fuming mad
Despite getting his precious wig back
Where I Belong
Ive spent my whole life drifting
Towards an elusive sun
I would have wandered forever
If your breeze hadnt come
And you just could be my anchor
You are my northern star
That navigates me home
Dont need to search no more exotic islands
No that I found youre right where I belong
Never been so much at home as I am
Loving you is right where I belong
In my mind were together
Even when Im alone
My heart leaves you never
Never will our love grow old
My destination forever
You are my shining star that navigates me home
Dont need to search no more exotic islands
Now that I found youre right where I belong
Never been as much at home as I am
Loving you is right where I belong
Dont need to search no more exotic islands
Now that I found youre right where I belong
Never been as much at home as I am
Loving you is right where I belong
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Unexpected Enlightenment Frightens
No one has seen the likes of this before.
Although all wanted to open new doors.
And when those doors opened,
To expose and disclose...
Those who wished to see fresh perspectives,
Now seek to keep,
All doors close.
Exclamations are heightened in negative exchanges!
A desire to return,
Where darkness kept their eyes from burning...
Produces a yearning heard,
By those disturbed by light.
An unexpected enlightenment frightens.
And this has caused them,
To flee in a united fearful flight.
A flight that divides,
The same people who once sought change.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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!
Arab Songs
I. THE PARROT AND THE FALCON
MY Afghan poet-friend
With this made his message end,
'The scroll around my wall shows two the poets have known
The parrot and falcon they
The parrot hangs on his spray,
And silent the falcon sits with brooding and baleful eyes.
Men come to me : one says
'We have given your verses praise,
And we will keep your name abreast of the newer names;
But you must make what accords
With poems that are household words
Your own: write familiar things; to your hundred add a score.'
My friend, they would bestow
Fame for a shadow-show,
And they would pay with praise for things dead as last year's leaves.
But I look where the parrot, stilled,
Hangs a head with rumours filled,
And I watch where my falcon turns her brooding and baleful eyes!
Come to my shoulder! Sit!
To the bone be your talons knit!
I have sworn my friends shall have no parrot-speech from me;
Who reads the verse I write
Shall know the falcon's flight,
The vision single and sure, the conquest of air and sun!
Is there aught else worthy to weave within your banners' folds?
Is there aught else worthy to grave on the blades of your naked swords?'
II. UMIMAH
Saadi, the Poet, stood up and he put forth his living words;
His songs were the hurtling of spears, and his figures the flashing of swords'
With hearts dilated the tribe saw the creature of Saadi's mind:
It was like to the horse of a king a creature of fire and of wind!
Umimah, my loved one, was by me; without love did these eyes see my fawn,
And if fire there were in her being, for me its splendour was gone:
When the sun storms up on the tent it makes waste the fire of the grass:
It was thus with my loved one's beauty the splendour of song made it pass!
The desert, the march, and the onset these, and these only avail;
Hands hard with the handling of spear-shafts, brows white with the press of the mail'
And as for the kisses of women these are honey, the poet sings,
But the honey of kisses, beloved it is lime for the spirit's wings!
III. THE GADFLY
Ye know not why God hath joined the horse-fly unto the horse,
Nor why the generous steed should be yoked with the poisonous fly:
Lest the steed should sink into ease and lose his fervour of limb,
God hath bestowed on him this a lustful and venomous bride!
Never supine lie they, the steeds of our folk, to the sting,
Praying for deadness of nerve with wounds the shame of the sun:
They strive, but they strive for this the fullness of passionate nerve;
They pant, but they pant for this the speed that outstrips the pain!
Sons of the Dust, ye have stung there is darkness upon my soul!
Sons of the Dust, ye have stung yea, stung to the roots of my heart!
But I have said in my breast the birth succeeds to the pang,
And, Sons of the Dust, behold your malice becomes my song!
poem by Padraic Colum
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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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Love, passion and lust
Love demands no right;
Love demands no weight;
Love demands no return.
A mother thus loves.
Passion demands hold;
Passion demands right;
Passion demands return.
A woman can translate it.
Lust finds no ethics;
Lust exudes no fear.
Lust demands no reason.
A man is adept of it.
2202.10.2000, Vijayavada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Libido exertion
Umpteen chances are there for flirtation.
Equally are there thwarts for their abortions.
Youths have learnt to live with flirtation
As means for their libido exertion.
11.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Keep On Burning
(ian hunter)
Oh
Well there aint no sense
In burning bridges.
No, there aint no sense
In burning bridges.
If were sorry
Then its our failure
So says the jailor,
Fade? away.
Now there aint no debts,
Just destinations.
Like birds made out of steel,
They fly by.
Lost lovers in a moonlit night,
Broken lovers in a starless night.
I lay my clothes down at your feet
cause all I want is for you
To keep on burning.
Keep on burning, babe,
Keep on burning.
Yeah, keep on burning (burning).
And when that flame dies
Becomes an ember,
Remember, keep on burning (keep on burning).
Can you feel my warmth
Inside of you, babe.
Oh can you feel my blood
Running through your vains.
Dont lay the blame on me, girl,
Just like lovers often will
I lay my heart down at your feet
Oh all I want is for you
To keep on burning,
Keep on burning (burning)
Keep on burning, babe (yeah),
Keep on burning (burning).
cause when that flame dies
Becomes an ember,
Remember, keep on (burning, keep on burning) burning.
Yeah, (you gotta) keep on burning (burning),
Ooh, keep on burning.
Keep on, keep on, keep burning, babe,
Ah (you gotta keep on burning, burning) keep on burning (burning),
Baby (yeah) you gotta keep on burning, burning.
Keep on burning,
Keep ...
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The search for light...
The search for light
Not always good
Neither does it end well
Butterfly effect,
Fire
An answer to plight
Sweet face, beauty...delight
Beauty’s a cursed gift to have
Light-year speed not always good
When it comes crashing
Crushing your dreams and childhood
All the in name of search of light
An insect thinks, fire, its love
Embraces its glowing death
Beauty burns slowly as ever
Blindfold of misplaced faith
Searching still for light
Towards the fire, last flight
A Butterfly burns, in its own
Fire of beauty
Trusting unknown
The soul purpose of its life
The reason it was born
Was to die in a burning flight
poem by Saurabh Som
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A Happy Moment
inside an old restaurant
i order hot choco
and sweet rice cake
not so expensive
and we are not so hungry
but oh my
when we finally take the glances
of our faces
the glow of our eyes
burning like fire
we want to consume more
we want to be consumed the more
hungry for love we leave the place
the fires still burning in our hearts
the rain outside
can never put off what was burning inside us
love is always and shall always be
unstoppable,
unquenchable, insatiable like a burning ball of fire
in the space of our desires
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Exotic and erotic
I strongly incline my ears,
My sight i vividly open,
You complete my whole,
Your words and your touch,
Exotic and erotic
Your soft skin i long to touch,
Your tender voice i like,
My heart filled with desire,
Desire to love you more,
Exotic and erotic
Lets make a baby,
The pride of my seed,
So shall it be then,
Your love i desire,
Please rescue thee,
Exotic and erotic
Touch me like that,
Hold me like this,
Kiss me right there
Yes you are,
So erotic and exotic
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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