Gliding Bird
(Tom Slocum)
Gliding bird gliding through the sky
I'm wondering why I can't be why I can't be as free
Gliding bird gliding all day long
Sing your secret song away from all these faces that I see
Is where I want to be
My feet are so tired
They walked too many miles
If I run so wild like heaven's child
I'll learn to fly someday
Gliding bird riding in the sun
Rainbow colors run
I hear the wind
I hear its mournful call
Gliding bird high above the sea
Is it longing to be free
Your voice is silent
But your wings tell all
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Floating
Floating free as a bird
Sixty foot leaps its so absurd
From up here you should see the view
Such a lot of space for me and you
Oh youd like it
Gliding around, get your feet off the ground
Oh youd like it
Do as you please with so much ease
Now I know how it feels
To have wings on my heels
To take a stroll among the stars
Get a close look at planet mars
Oh youd like it
Gliding around, get your feet off the ground
Oh youd like it
Do as you please with so much ease
Bouncing about on the moon
Guess youll all be up here soon
The candy stores theyll be brand new
And youll buy a rock with the moon right through
Oh youd like it
Gliding around, get your feet off the ground
Oh youd like it
Do as you please with so much ease
Come fly...
Come fly...
Come fly...
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Rough God Goes Riding
Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
Its when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now theyre moaning like a dog in a manger
Its when that rough God goes riding
And then the rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
And its a matter of survival
When youre born with your back against the wall
Wont somebody hand me a bible
Wont you give me that number to call
When that rough God goed riding
And then that rough God goes gliding
Theyll be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
When that rough God goed riding
When that rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
Therell be no more heroes
Theyll be reduced to zero
When that rough God goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Deceptions Innocence
Like a seagull flying high,
As I hear your distant cry.
Not of pain but of suggestion,
Wait for me is the question.
Gliding down with all concern,
The bird I found will take its turn.
Disguised in innocence and great meekness,
My ignorance becomes my weakness.
Plucking feathers from my wings,
It’s unnoticeable, for innocence she sings.
Shaded by deceptions peaceful nature,
Now my trust she will capture.
Follows me down to the vigorous sea,
And still in her eyes you see purity.
Sending vultures to eat my soul,
I’m struggling up as you call.
Gliding up to the surface,
The sea water has revealed her purpose.
My feathers are torn; they’ll grow back,
Deception’s innocence has now lacked.
poem by Amy Fifita
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Light On The Other Side
When I come to the dock and sit very still,
I wonder why on earth we fight and kill.
I see a light on the other side flickering to me,
As if to say, youre alright, youll find your way.
The world is so beautiful when Im out here,
Why cant it be the same when were back there?
Above my head, straight ahead,
I see a bird gliding
As if to say, Im alright, Ill find my way.
Windows are shattered,
Streets are battered,
Kids are frightened,
Men are still at war.
Moms are feeling sad,
Dads are feeling bad.
I wanna know, I wanna know
If the worlds gone mad.
Above my head, straight ahead,
I see a bird gliding
As if to say, Im alright, Ill find my way.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see -- not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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One Morning In May
One morning, one morning, one morning in may
I spied a young couple, they were making their way
One was a maiden so bright and so fair
And the other was a soldier and a brave volunteer
Good morning, good morning, good morning said he
And where are you going my pretty lady
Im goig out a walkin on the banks of the sea
Just to see the waters gliding hear the nightingale sing
Now they had not been standing but a minute or two
And out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring
Oh hark cried the maiden hear the nightingale sing
Oh maiden fair maiden tis time to give oer
Oh no kind soldier please play one tune more
For Id rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string
Than to see the waters gliding hear the nightingale sing
Oh soldier kind soldier will you marry me
Oh no pretty maiden that never shall be
Ive a wife in london and children twice three
Two wives and the armys too many for me
Well Ill go back to london and Ill stay there for a year
Its often that Ill think of you my little dear
And if ever I return it will be in the spring
Just to see the waters gliding hear the nightingale sing
To see the waters gliding hear the nightingale sing
song performed by by James Taylor
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Sang 'Hark The Herald
Angels Sing'
Gliding around and around
The Wolman skating rink.
Gliding in train
And not to be outdone
Zelda his wife
Read from something called
'The Sporting Life'.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Hi..bird Of The Spring Season, What Is Your Name? [ Part-4 ]
Hi...Bird Of Spring! What Is Your Name?
[ Part-4 ]
O..gliding Songster
That drives away
The crowding worries!
Sail your wings towards me!
O..the huge heap of gold
To a famished soul!
Come near me
Floating on the air!
O..the cool shower of rain
To the withering crops!
Alight on me
With throatful of notes!
O..the fresh fast flood
That breaches its bunds!
Descend on my shoulders
In one single flight!
O..Divine Bird!
I have been here
To swim in your music currents!
Visit this longing heart!
O..the Angel of Melodies!
Land on my heart
Revealing your name
In your sweetest voice!
-S.Chandra Kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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This One
Did I ever take you in my arms,
Look you in the eye, tell you that I do,
Did I ever open up my heart
And let you look inside.
If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one.
The swan is gliding above the ocean,
A God is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this one to black.
Did I ever touch you on the cheek
Say that you were mine, thank you for the smile,
Did I ever knock upon your door
And try to get inside?
If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one.
The swan is gliding above the ocean,
A God is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this swan to black.
What opportunities did we allow to flow by
Feeling like like the timing wasnt quite right?
What kind of magic might have worked if we had stayed calm,
Couldnt I have given you a better life?
Did you ever take me in your arms,
Look me in the eye, tell me that you do?
Did I ever open up my heart,
Let you look inside?
If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one.
The swan is gliding above the ocean,
A God is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this swan to black.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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An aggrieved heart
Two happy birds singing together,
Two little bees humming together,
Two pretty swans gliding together,
Two harmonious hearts beating together.
One happy bird stopped its song,
One little bee dropped along,
One pretty swan was marooned,
One heart plucked and swooned.
One sad bird sings no more,
One morose bee is so sore,
One poor swan is washed ashore,
One aggrieved heart weeps to the core.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Proud Peacock
I am the Peacock,
the beautiful bride
of the bird kingdom.
I am in no doubt
fairer than the cock
for I dwarf its pride
with feathers that stand-out.
I am the Peacock
who desires serfdom
from the bird kingdom,
for I long to usurp
the title of king
from the strong Eagle
who soars atop
with its air-borne wings.
Though fit as fiddle
with an awesome strength,
gliding the sky’s length
at a blistering pace,
yet dreaded for a face
that is void of grace.
I am the Peacock,
the elegantly clad.
Humans would be mad
to contend with me,
for shame you would see
if unclad they be.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (19 January 2015)
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Bird's Wish
The bird asks me
What I’d do
If I am a bird.
I tell him
High and high I’d soar
So high that I’d see the earth no more
I’d be a bird on the tree
I’d be a bird that’s free!
What you’d do bird
If you’re a man?
To be fair
It’d be my only prayer to God
Don’t be so hard
Make me once again a bird!
Saying this the bird sings
And spreads its wings to a sky
I can never fly!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Farewell Little Bird
Little bird,
why are you so lonely?
Did you not like your home
that I have prepared for you?
Look! it's made of gold!
Can't you see?
I have given you
the nicest place to live
because
you are so dear to me.
Little bird
please sing me a song,
the one
that I have heard from you
the day I saw you in the forest
before I made you mine.
Little bird,
why are you still lonely?
Is my heart for you
not enough?
Do you really want your life
back in the forest? ....
Little bird,
there you are!
now, spread your wings
I'm setting you free.....
Little bird,
I'd rather let you go
and see your happiness,
than keep you beside me
and see your loneliness.
Farewell little bird.
I wish
to hear your song again
......in the forest.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Flying While Falling
'I never feel better, she said, 'than when falling in love;
weightless, I fly
sometimes fluttering
like summer's swallows.'
'I never feel better
than when I feel I have been enough'
he said,
'for you to love.'
'I remember she said
'the fear before the leap, afraid to fall
but I leapt for you
even though it is was against all my instincts
to swan-dive from high cliffs.'
'I, ' he said
'was beside you
we two in unison
hovering there, I remember
soaring, gliding
ignoring
no, defying
the very existence of ground;
I had my doubts too thinking:
fools always fly high before the fall
I thought.
but gliding winds sustained us in the early months
in that cloud-canvass bliss we call love-
gravity we defied
not ever knowing
the existence of ground,
learning the art of treading lightly.
But a slow orbit had us circling
closer ever more
toward ground
and flyings' end
but then
were given
new wings-
those of an angel-
our child.
We fly once again
this time with new wings
those which come with family.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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You have stormed into my life
You have stormed into my life
You have stolen from me the fire so suddenly without a strife
From the fountains of the past
Left me with none for all others craving lust
All too insignificant for my memory to bother
To glorify the present, you haste and gather
The smoulding ashes to rekindle my low forgotten desire
Stunned as I am against this ancient days fire
Against you I put these lofty steep walls
I fortified my determinations with thick deep trenches
None are a match for the lurid passionate launches
As deep are the moats around me or the towers tall
They are all doomed to melt to dry out and to fall
There, there is the waxing moon in its orbit set so beautiful now
With ore and grace that none can disavow
Goes to the rhythm of the day
Gliding the mirror face of the bay
Gliding the flowers' beds
Gliding the reed's blades
Gliding the golden hours of the night
The meadow, lea and bower under cover bright
Come swiftly come not of late
While the moon is still in its orbit state
Come before the clouds wrapped in morning mists
Strengthen me; enlighten me with your passionate kiss
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Secret O Life
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
Any fool can do it
There aint nothing to it
Nobody knows how we got to
The top of the hill
But since were on our way down
We might as well enjoy the ride
The secret of love is in opening up your heart
Its okay to feel afraid
But dont let that stand in your way
cause anyone knows that love is the only road
And since were only here for a while
Might as well show some style
Give us a smile
Isnt it a lovely ride
Sliding down
Gliding down
Try not to try too hard
Its just a lovely ride
Now the thing about time is that time
Isnt really real
Its just your point of view
How does it feel for you
Einstein said he could never understand it all
Planets spinning through space
The smile upon your face
Welcome to the human race
Some kind of lovely ride
Ill be sliding down
Ill be gliding down
Try not to try too hard
Its just a lovely ride
Isnt it a lovely ride
Sliding down
Gliding down
Try not to try too hard
Its just a lovely ride
Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
song performed by by James Taylor
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The Tame Bird Was In A Cage
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, 'O my love, let us fly to the wood.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Come hither, let us both live in the cage.'
Says the free bird, 'Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?'
'Alas,' cries the caged bird, 'I should not know where to sit perched in the sky.'
The free bird cries, 'My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands.'
The cage bird sings, 'Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned.'
The forest bird cries, 'No, ah no! songs can never be taught.'
The cage bird says, 'Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands.'
There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, 'Come closer, my love!'
The free bird cries, 'It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Alas, my wings are powerless and dead.'
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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VI
The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the
cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread
one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the cage bird, "I should not know where to sit
perched in the sky."
The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the
woodlands."
The cage bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of
the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the
woodlands."
Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing
to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to
know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my
love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of
the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore from The Gardener (1913)
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A Bird on the Road
I watched as a baby bird fell from a tree,
Trying to flap its youthful wings,
So that it may fly so elegantly.
Perhaps like his soaring father
Or perhaps like his gliding mother
Or perhaps just to feel
The wind coursing
In between his new
Feathers.
The bird landed on an empty street on the other side
Of the library parking lot where I was.
I watched it stumble up, struggling
To stand on its barely-born feet.
I heard it chirping—as if to call
For someone someplace, distant,
Someone who had left it
Not so long ago
On the road.
The bird's naïve and innocent song fell silent,
For only resting notes wrung from the branches.
There was no response to the aching plea
Of the sweetly-timbered sonata
Softly resonating from the bird's
Deflating tuft of a chest.
No choir or counter-point
Chorused to harmonize
With its tune.
I looked upon the bird. It appeared so helpless to me
And I felt that I should maybe save it
If I were not so reserved to simply watch.
I do not know how to care for birds,
Only to believe that safety should come.
I gave my sympathy and my audience.
Something intangible told me
To leave its fate
In nature's hands.
As I pondered about the bird's chances for survival,
A bright red sports car plummeted down the road—
Speeding past in a blur on the isolated street.
Its rubber tires rubbed against the pavement,
Squashing the poor baby bird,
Flattening it into a single, red stroke
Painted and imprinted
Into the rough grooves covering
The rocky canvas.
I realized that even if I would have risen to assist
The lonely and wounded bird, I would have done nothing,
But perhaps injure myself in the process.
Yet, I was drained and depressed to see the bird vanish
Because there was no hope for it. It was forgotten
By ev'ryone and ev'rything except for me.
The driver did not seem to care;
The world did not seem to care,
But I did...
Though I did nothing.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Our vertical movements
I would be
Your reclusive word
In your own inside
I would disintegrate
Your ideas
And recompose them
For love
And yes, I would be
That inferred light from you,
Lost, somewhere, in the Orion constellation.
I would be a part of you,
As you
But everything would become
Painfully…..
By waiting that morning,
When you would be awake
For being only with me
In your mind,
By embarrassing
My absence, and your tear
Gliding on your cheek
for being again yourself…
I need to understand
Your fictitious existence
By being ‘enclosed’
Into another feeling,
Where, you and me,
We would form
Only the memory of our feelings…
The blue bird, the bird of happiness
Is flying again
On the sky,
By being absorbed in it,
As much as
I can perceive
Only the movement…
To the limit
Between visible and invisible
I hear only that sound,
Lost in itself….
Nothing is perfect around….
Perfection and equilibrium
Are all I mean..
Only The Lord
Can save
Our vertical movements…
poem by Marieta Maglas
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