The Pawi
The Trinidad Piping Guan or Pawi
Is a large turkey-like looking bird
With a long slender neck and long tail feathers
That gives it a majestic appearance when perched
Pawi can be found in the Northern Range
And in remote forested regions
They feed on fruit and seeds
And live with little human interactions
The Pawi is threatened by habitat loss
And continuing illegal hunting by you and me
The responsibility is up to us
Protect the Pawi
poem by Alana Babb
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Gobble Gobble
I admit I'm a turkey
not a Thanksgiving Day bird
I am of the male species
yes the other turkey word
I am a pain in the neck
please put away the ax
I am full of, hmm, stuffing
I admit it, so please relax
I like to sing in the shower
but why does the dog bark
I know exactly where I am going
unless I am lost or it is dark
I know where everything is
as long as it is in my hand
And if an argument I lose
it is law of the land
Now law of the land
means turkeys always win
Hey, there you go
shaken your head again
I know what you're thinking
turkeys win either way
Well it's THANKSGIVING
have you hugged your turkey today
Terry M
Bird Life
Perched upon an old wheelbarrow-
Scrutinizing Crow,
commentated long, on all he saw.
Feathered friends, who came to wallow,
splashing in the bird-bath hollow
disregarded Crow's bizarre guffaw.
'Are you starling, from the meadow'?
asked the puzzled crow.
'You fit the bill and yet I see a flaw'.
'Tail feathers, long and narrow,
sharp as swallow's twin-pronged arrow,
force me to admit, I'm quite unsure'.
'I'm the Swarling from the plateau',
bird replied, 'Hello'.
'My plumage is unique and furthermore'-
'Meet my friend, the warbling Starlow,
deft in flight as dancing shadow,
blessed with starling beak and swallow claw'.
'Preposterous'! said crow with gusto,
'strange imbroglio'.
'You must be one or other, it's the law'.
To which the enigmatic duo,
chirped a ringing manifesto.
Crow could think of nowt to say, but 'Caw'.
poem by Diane Hine
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If Only I Were a Bird
If only I were a bird,
my days would be forever happy
Chirp from tree to tree
And live worry-free.
If only I were a bird,
I would fly from
Cyprus to Chile
and have a tour on earth.
If only I were a bird,
I would dropp fruit seeds
Hoping a fruit tree will grow
For other birds to take shade.
If only I were a bird
I won't be
worrying about work
Bills, car, or clothes
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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A Treasure Sought
A pyracantha heavy with berries red,
Climbs strongly from the flower bed,
And radiates a warm cheerful sight,
Its rich fruit, a hungry bird's delight.
A massive show in blood coloured hue,
Suspended there for nature to bestrew,
Abundance found, a treasure sought,
Such juicy fare autumn's season brought.
Fine sustenance for a long winter's chill,
Our feathered friends can now feast at will,
On flesh coated seeds, with thorns to protect,
Aliment hung before them, a tasty prospect.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Care for....
Do the animals not care for their new born?
Do we have to look towards them and turn?
Is it the domain reserved for only mankind?
So many questions hunted mind with no solution
Every moment the animals look around
Shift the place frequently as long as it is not found
Safety is the only concern and threatened from mankind
They kill wantonly and hunt after them as blind
Animals look pathetically for their young and inexperienced
At given time and occasion they are easily silenced
Either with gun shots or with false dug holes
Life is at risk and threatened for all
We wish human beings for well being in New Year
Let our existence be not threatened and cry fall on deaf ears
We are no threat to anybody but survive on good will
What will they get in return after we are being killed?
I have seen anxieties in those eyes
The wish before death and escape try
All attempts in to failure with loss of life
If caught hut then simple end with an edge of sharp knife
Lord has spared life for all
We all need to pray for lovely call
Let animals do have natural habitat
Secured place and safety with hideout
How do people react with loss of dear ones?
Animals are not thought over or spared by anyone
Let us consider their right to wonder on this beautiful land
They are our companion and very close associate or friend
God has given same feeling of compassion
They have attachment, feelings and obsession
Do we observe ever how much they care for their mats?
They never allow them to go away and consider inseparable part
We celebrate holy festivals once in year
Pray for safety and ask pardon with fear
We fear something unpleasant should never happen
Let us silently pray for it not to happen to any one even
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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After saying yes to Turkey, the EU is having difficulty finding clear and consistent grounds for saying no to other, still more remote candidates - but being in the general vicinity of Europe does seem to be a continuing requirement.
quote by Timothy Garton Ash
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The Bird
(9/15/12)
I saw a bird perched on a tree
I looked at him and he looked at me.
The strangest bird that I ever did see
He had a tail about four inches long
With that body it did not belong.
He had a body smaller than a sparrow
With a beak long and narrow.
He made a sound that I never heard
Not like one you'd hear from a bird.
It was not like the sounds of a love bird
Canary, or cockatoo, but a soft whistle
Which filled the air, and with all
Living things it wanted to share.
It was like a hypnotic sound
And turned my head completely around.
His soft whistling cry was like
A call to the wild
Brought flocks of birds
Of every color and style.
Landing on every branch of the tree
And left no empty space that I could see.
This was the most beautiful sight that
I had ever saw, and I knew
I will see it no more.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Giraffes: The Gentle Giants
One of my most favourite animals on this Earth, is a gentle giant – the giraffe;
But did you know that some people are killing them just for a so-called ‘laugh’?
These creatures, with their crazy-paving patterned coats of caramel and cream,
Are amongst the most marvellous and majestic, which this entire world has seen.
There was a time when they roamed around the African bush, wild and free,
But recently things have changed, and are now no longer as they used to be.
Rather than leaving them alone, to live out their lives in relative peace,
People are shooting them dead, and, sadly, this trend is on the increase.
Blessed with a long, tall, slender neck, and large, dark, gentle eyes,
Above the rest of living creatures, their noble heads elegantly rise.
Giraffes make an amazing ‘musical fluttering sound’, so I have read,
But their call will dwindle and die, and we’ll just have silence instead.
Their lifeless bodies seem to be seen as some kind of sickening prize,
By heartless hunters who only see a blaze of glory before their eyes.
If only animals and humans could live in harmony upon this great earth;
If only we all lived together, side by side, and valued each other’s worth.
On this earth, all living creatures have earned their rightful place,
So why should a sense of superiority be given to the human race?
Man won’t feel happy and fulfilled till we’re the only race alive,
But what gives us any right to be the only race that will survive?
The world is more than big enough, for animals and humans to share,
But at this rate, more and more animals are becoming extremely rare.
Giraffes don’t invade our lives, so why should we invade theirs?
For human presence, in their habitat, they really don’t much care.
The killers are often pictured with their prey in a ‘photo opportunity’.
We need to stop these needless killings; we need to stop this lunacy.
These callous killers need to be caught, and justice needs to be done,
Before the numbers of giraffe on Earth, dwindles down to a lonely one.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Never let the 'Hope' die...!
Hopes are feathers, a wish is a bird
One may find this simile a little absurd
Hold on, do not lose patience
As I will explain to you the essence
Behind this there is a theory
I shall relate this with a story
Feathers, they keep the bird warm
Likewise hopes keep our wishes strong
Clip the feathers and the bird will not fly
Were it not for hope our wishes would die
My fellow beings, listen to what i have to say
Keep on hoping, what you wish for will come your way
Let your wishes, as birds, freely fly
As long as your hope, you never let die.
poem by Ravi Singh
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Going In
The tiger's tail was piping hot
All the live-long day...
And that one tail was all he'd got
To swipe the flies away!
Its twists and turns were quite enough
To signal it was time
To find that place when things got tough...
The stream was so sublime...
So off he went in search of peace,
His own sweet Shangri-La...
Where all his tensions found release
As if it were a spa...
When going in, the soft mud feels
So squelchy there below...
Yet somehow that sensation heals,
As mud slips to and fro...
Now halfway in, with all legs wet,
He stands still there and then...
He loses every frown and fret
And he's refreshed again.
The final part to be revived
Must be his twisting tail
And just as soon as it's arrived,
It quivers without fail...
He's well and truly in it now!
He's cooling down a treat...
Yes, Mother Nature, take a bow!
This river's hard to beat!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Going In'.
More poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Arizona faces unique healthcare challenges including uncompensated care for illegal immigrants, and the large number of Native Americans who live in remote and isolated areas of the state.
quote by Rick Renzi
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Long neck is beautiful.
Long neck is beautiful.
It is indicative
Of long limbs, long fingers,
Long nose, long chin,
Long waist, long loins
Long shins and long toes.
Altogether tall is beautiful.
The best way to show
The neck longer than it is
Is tug up the hair on head
So as to bare the nape.
25.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-52
Flamingo flower(Tail flower, Painter's palette
Anthurium andraeanum)
You wonder with slender neck and heart
That of a flamy bird happily as winging
I'd yet say that of a painter's palette
Your heart holds cups of colours hueing
Unusual I see a splashing bright bract
Flower escorted amid flashy sorrounding
Unusual I see a blossom of deep thought
Timely blooming month more long lasting
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Human Body
Words and music by roger taylor
They were talking in whispers
In bear skins and fur
Captain scott and his heroes to be
To have laboured so long
To have made it this far
Ooh its been such a long ride
Ooh you know its been a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
There aint nobody gets out of this moonlight
Today is surprisingly fair
Oh oh oh oh woo woo
Weve got problems the lone ranger cant fix
The invisible man couldnt see
It takes a tough guy
To learn some new tricks
Ooh it takes such a long time
Ooh its been such a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
You know its been such a long while
Its been such a long while
Takes such a long time
It takes such a long time
Its been such a long way
Been such a long way
Its been such a long while
Been such a long while
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Its gonna be a long ride
song performed by by Queen
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The Host Of The Air
O'DRISCOLL drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,
And dreamed of the long dim hair
Of Bridget his bride.
He heard while he sang and dreamed
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.
The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.
He bore her away in his atms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.
O'Driscoll scattered the cards
And out of his dream awoke:
Old men and young men and young girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke;
But he heard high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Anthropomorphism
Monkeys looking like a man could be,
Climbing to get the fruit off of the tree.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
Female tigers protecting their cubs,
While the male goes hunting in the shrubs.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
Puppies barking at the sound of danger,
To protect their home from a stranger.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
Birds chirping back and forth,
Sounds like talking for what it's worth.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
People fighting for no reason,
People enjoying all of the teasing.
Isn't that just like an animal?
What makes us different to them?
poem by Lenore Lee
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Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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The Changes At The Un
I spent my youth with a gun and a dog in the fields of Clare,
Hunting rabbits and pheasants and ducks and fast running hare,
So the long tail feathers of the cock pheasants, I knew well,
Then I became a member Canadian navel personnel.
At the UN in the mid 50s looking down from balcony,
A pheasant feather in a lady’s hat amid UN pageantry,
Sitting down there at the Irish desk but she didn’t care,
That the face on the balcony came all the way from County Clare.
But those were the days when the UN had a very good name,
Not like nowadays when so many tend to viciously complain,
But that was very long ago and I was much younger then,
Am I the only one who noticed the change, now among the old men?
JAN 19th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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The Fable About a Nail
For lack of a nail the kingdom has fallen
—according to the wisdom of nursery schools—but in our kingdom
there have been no nails for a long time there aren’t and won’t be
either the small ones for hanging a picture
on a wall or large ones for closing a coffin
but despite this or maybe because of it
the kingdom persists and is even admired by others
how can one live without a nail paper or string
bricks oxygen freedom and whatever else
obviously one can since the kingdom lasts and lasts
people live in homes in our country not in caves
factories smoke on the steppe a train runs through the tundra
and a ship bleats on the cold ocean
there is an army and police an official seal hymn and flag
in appearance everything like anywhere in the world
but only in appearance for our kingdom
is not a creation of nature or a human creation
seemingly permanent built on the bones of mammoths
in reality it is weak as if brought to a stop
between act and thought being and nonbeing
what is real—a leaf and a stone—falls
but spectres live long obstinately despite
the rising and setting of the sun revolutions of heavenly bodies
on the shamed earth fall the tears of objects
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Long live the new flesh!
Where evil dwells
Northport, l.i.
Mutilation murder
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Knights of the black circle
Stabbed him in the woods
At the sound of crow-call (croak-all)
He said, "i love thee, satan" (satin)
Half burnt body found
Buried in a shallow grave
Stabbed him in the throat
Stab!
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport, long island
Mutilation moider
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Forsake your homosexuality
Half burnt body found
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport long island
Half burnt body found
Naked in a leather mask
Mutilation murder
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long!
song performed by by Fear Factory
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