Seagulls Screamed in the Sky Above (Do Not Stand Under This Poem)
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The seagulls screamed in the sky above
poem by Sean Joyce
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The seagulls screamed in the sky above
poem by Sean Joyce
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Screamed!
Screamed, sear, ear, cream, deem, seam, seed, sad, creed, me;
And like 4 wheels on your love,
But she screamed for joy! !
Screamed, deer, reed, dear, read, red, an, am, as, med, are, sea;
And like the muse of love closer to you!
But let your words be true always on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Very Angry Fisherman
He'd battled waves and elements
Had risen before the sun
Took grandaughter and fishing partner
Headed off.....as all for one
Cleaned the decks, checked the nets
Before setting of out to sea.
Followed the path, known by all
Out to..... best, place to be.
They fished all day whilst sipping
Hopeful of fisherman's tales
Chirpily wishing for that perfect catch
Prepared was the ice, decks and pales
The day was ending
Nets still empty
Barring a few small fish
Nowhere enough to make a living
Nor enough to fill a dish
The seagulls they came to beg for the off
Was.... too much ridicule to bear
Angry is an understatement
Risen upon his neck, his hair
The birds they screamed and begged and swooped
Hoping to steal, small prize
Angry and spitting feathers
(He grabbed and stared one bird in the eye)
'Will you eff off? ! ! '
He screamed at the bird
Who stared and squawked and flew
The angry fisherman returned home
With barely a cud to chew...
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The first time I ever screamed at someone was in a scene, and I'd never screamed at someone in my life.
quote by Neve Campbell
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Seagulls Screaming Kiss Her, Kiss Her
Its raining on the beach
She inches close but out of reach
The waves look painted on
Seagulls screaming
The sea is warship grey
It whispers ''fool! then slides away
Black coastline slumbers on
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
And all the flags that flap on the pier
Spell why on earth do you want
The fog hides much but one thing is clear
Shes nearer
Dead deck chairs under shrouds
And life belts gape like minstrel mouths
Her hair still smells of salt
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost
If you want her, you should tell her
Take her by the hand if you hesitate
If you wait, november wins her november will win her
She returns to sand so get ahold of the girl
I say I like your coat
Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat
I nearly didnt hear for
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Seagulls Screaming Kiss Her, Kiss Her
Its raining on the beach
She inches close but out of reach
The waves look painted on
Seagulls screaming
The sea is warship grey
It whispers ''fool! then slides away
Black coastline slumbers on
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
And all the flags that flap on the pier
Spell why on earth do you want
The fog hides much but one thing is clear
Shes nearer
Dead deck chairs under shrouds
And life belts gape like minstrel mouths
Her hair still smells of salt
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost
If you want her, you should tell her
Take her by the hand if you hesitate
If you wait, november wins her november will win her
She returns to sand so get ahold of the girl
I say I like your coat
Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat
I nearly didnt hear for
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Song To A Seagull
Fly silly seabird
No dreams can possess you
No voices can blame you
For sun on your wings
My gentle relations
Have names they must call me
For loving the freedom
Of all flying things
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach out of cry
I came to the city
And lived like old crusoe
On an island of noise
In a cobblestone sea
And the beaches were concrete
And the stars paid a light bill
And the blossoms hung false
On their store window trees
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach out of cry
Out of the city
And down to the seaside
To sun on my shoulders
And wind in my hair
But sandcastles crumble
And hunger is human
And humans are hungry
For worlds they cant share
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach out of cry
I call to a seagull
Who dives to the waters
And catches his silver-fine
Dinner alone
Crying where are the footprints
That danced on these beaches
And the hands that cast wishes
That sunk like a stone
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach out of cry
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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The Death Penalty
Bring back the death penalty screamed a lady as the blood ran, dripping from the cold concrete as her sons blood fled from its body. Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother as her child dies slowly watching the pools of life fade away from his eyes.
Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother while she watched her child being killed by the hands of another man, bring back the death penalty.
Bring back the death penalty as she screamed holding her dying child while he laid his last words and breath upon her chest. Bring back the death penalty she screamed in mercy so that she will so that she will no longer have to hold any more of her dying sons and lay them in graves before she lays in her own.
Bring back the death penalty she screamed as her sons soul left his body and he became another victim to a violent society. Bring back the death penalty, bring back our sons.
poem by Melvyn Mohan
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When Mermaids Cry
She was drowned in suicide
Faithless lover cast aside
This is how she came to be
Lorelei of the sea
Hopes destroyed, she wanted to find
Certain death peace of mind
Now you wonder who is she
Lorelei of the sea
Many tales Ive been told of sailors having died
After seeing a mermaid known
As lorelei
Faithless lover that is me
And she siren of the sea
So next time that the seagulls fly
Dont you cry sweet lorelei
Chorus:
Seagulls fly
When mermaids cry
Those tears wont dry
For lorelei
The guilt is mine I was untrue
The question is what am I to do
All I know is I got to try
Try to find sweet lorelei
Make amends for whats been done
cause I believe that shes the one
And I will go where seagulls fly
Try to find sweet lorelei
Chorus
There she is I hear her cry
Shes asking me if I will die
There aint nothing I wont do
For you lorelei
Chorus
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When The Walls Came Tumbling Down
On the first day of the first month in some distant year
The whole sky froze golden
Some said it was the aftermath of the radium bomb
While others told of a final retribution
A terrible revenge of the gods
But we understood the grand finale
Fulfillment of a prophecy told many years before
So all that was left was...
All the women were captured and chained
And national suicide was proclaimed
And New America fell to the ground
And all the children lay crippled and lame
But all the nations came together
In fear of the thought of the end
No more would we fight in the streets
No courage had we to defend
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
A blinding light the sun had died
A new moon took its place
Tidal waves and open graves the fate of the unhuman race
The city's heart no longer beats no pity have I left to lend
A sinner sits reciting Dylan it's now that I welcome the end
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Nobody made a sound
Down
song performed by by Def Leppard from On Through The Night
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There was a Young Lady of Russia,
Who screamed so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme,--
No one heard such a scream
As was screamed by that Lady from Russia.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Bluebirds Over The Mountain
Bluebirds over the mountain
Seagulls over the sea-ea-ea
Bluebirds over the mountain
Bring my baby to me
A boy and a girl they once found love
To each it seemed like heaven above
He looked into her eyes and said
Ooo wee baby youre so good for my head
Bluebirds over the mountain
Seagulls over the sea-ea-ea
Bluebirds over the mountain
Bring my baby to me
Oh everyone in every land
Please give me a helping hand
If you see her all alone
Oh tell my baby wont you please come home?
Bluebirds over the mountain
Seagulls over the sea-ea-ea
Bluebirds over the mountain
Bring my baby to me
Oh bring my baby back
I dont know why shes been so long
But all I know is that shes gone
Oh bring my baby back to me
Well Im in pain cant you see
A boy and a girl they once found love
To each it seemed like heaven above
I guess thats why we fell in love
And now shes gone and all I have to say is
Bluebirds over the mountain
Seagulls over the sea yeah
Bluebirds over the mountain
Bring my baby to me
Bring my baby
Oooo baby
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
was naked upon my bed
listening to an opera by one of the Italians
and had just gotten rid of a very loose lady
when there was a knock upon the wood,
and since the cops had just raided a month or so ago,
I screamed out rather on edge—
who the hell is it? what you want, man?
I’m your publisher! somebody screamed back,
and I hollered, I don’t have a publisher,
try the place next door, and he screamed back,
you’re Charles Bukowski, aren’t you? and I got up and
peeked through the iron grill to make sure it wasn’t a cop,
and I placed a robe upon my nakedness,
kicked a beercan out of the way and bade them enter,
an editor and a poet.
only one would drink a beer (the editor)
so I drank two for the poet and one for myself
and they sat there sweating and watching me
and I sat there trying to explain
that I wasn’t really a poet in the ordinary sense,
I told them about the stockyards and the slaughterhouse
and the racetracks and the conditions of some of our jails,
and the editor suddenly pulled five magazines out of a portfolio
and tossed them in between the beercans
and we talked about Flowers of Evil, Rimbaud, Villon,
and what some of the modern poets looked like:
J.B. May and Wolf the Hedley are very immaculate, clean fingernails, etc.;
I apologized for the beercans, my beard, and everything on the floor
and pretty soon everybody was yawning
and the editor suddenly stood up and I said,
are you leaving?
and then the editor and the poet were walking out the door,
and then I thought well hell they might not have liked
what they saw
but I’m not selling beercans and Italian opera and
torn stockings under the bed and dirty fingernails,
I’m selling rhyme and life and line,
and I walked over and cracked a new can of beer
and I looked at the five magazines with my name on the cover
and wondered what it meant,
wondered if we are writing poetry or all huddling in
one big tent
clasping assholes.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Freedom Curtailed
Freedom for some
Seagulls fill the air with joy
anchored sailboats tug want to be free
sail around the world alone,
just as a Japanese fishing vessel did
ending up on the shores of Canada.
Alas, caught by the coast guard as it
prepared to sail for Chile and Peru.
Anchored in a lonely bay
waiting for its captain to catch up.
This slavery of navigation, yet it
had a year of freedom.
Seagulls fly, sleek bodies white as snow,
a storm is brewing
and the ocean is theirs alone.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Screamers
The men who screamed the most had amputated legs;
The men who screamed the least had only bad haircuts;
In between
The eyeless socket-men roared instead of wept.
The earless bloody-necked men shouted dully;
The armless twitching men sniffed the air;
The castrated men lay in total silence, peering off into space.
The official men in their prefabricated buildings
Toasted their savior with much vodka, straightening their uniforms,
Singing merrily into the delightful night.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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The Sea
There ain't no hell below us
Above us only sky
In front of me the deep dark
blue and boundless sea
I can hear the seagulls cry
The waves they crash upon the shore
But they keep on comin' back
How many times we've
crashed... ourselves
And we came here to recover
She keeps so many secrets
She softly whispers in my ear
The sea she comforts me
She knows just who I want to be
That's why I keep on comin'... here
You could call these after hours
Now all the tourists have gone away
All alone on a broad and empty beach
And I am asking questions why
There ain't no hell below us
Above us only sky
In front of me the deep dark
blue and boundless sea
Now the seagulls cry no more
song performed by by Shoot High Aim Low from Shoot High Aim Low
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Beds To The Front Of Them
'Beds to the front of them,
Beds to the right of them,
Beds to the left of them,
Nobody blundered.
Beamed at by hungry souls,
Screamed at with brimming bowls,
Steamed at by army rolls,
Buttered and sundered.
With coffee not cannon plied,
Each must be satisfied,
Whether they lived or died;
All the men wondered.'
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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Slow Dance
Well I screamed at mama,
What's that stuff going on
Yeah I screamed at mama
Where did that feeling come from
She said son I don't know what it is
But I know that's where you belong
Mama looked at me,
She smiled me a sunny day
Yeah mama looked at me
Took all my fear away
She said son now I know for sure
What you gonna do one day
It's a slow dance,
Dance of the rythym and blues
It's a slow dance,
Dance of the rythym and blues
Now I screamed at mama,
Mama tell me where did you go
Yeah I screamed for my mama,
Mama tells me what you come to know
I was born with this feeling
And it ain't going to let me go
It's a slow dance,
Dance of the rythym and blues
It's a slow dance,
Dance of the rythym and blues
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Marina Sunday
Sunday at the Marina
Water in the marina, clear as diesel
fish swimming close to surface
in peace of seagulls,
which know they stink of human
waste.
This is not the fish that
will feed the five thousand.
A child strews bread crumbs into the water,
ignored by the fishes.
Seagulls' shrieks and fall from the sky.
A man drops a glass of gin & tonic, on
the deck of yacht,
claws at his chest.
Ambulance and a nervous doctor
tells him not to smoke cigars
too late.
Young widow,
I hope she sells the bloody yacht.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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