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Details | Haibun | |

Kindred Spirits

~(tanka haibun)~


    Awakened from my walking reverie by movement ahead, I spy a Red-Tailed Hawk perched upon the wrought-iron railing of the flood-wall. The hawk is regal, stoic beauty. I stop walking in hopes of urging the bird of prey to stay its perch. It does, filling me with a sense of relief. I wonder why it let me get so close; if it was my calm, thoughts-up-in-the-clouds, meditative stroll that somehow rendered my thoughts and steps silent enough to catch the bird unawares. We eye each other, a bitter gust of mid-winter wind blows against my face; ruffles the back-feathers of the hawk. I am overwhelmed by a sensation how the two of us know exactly what we are, who we are, what we are supposed to be doing overall, but we are presently caught in a moment of unknowns, letting these unknowns erase the lines that keep us separate -- beast from human. 
I take a step closer, causing the hawk to finally alight, and I am struck by its vibrant feathers adding a dash of colour to the surrounding monochromatic grays. 
The hawk flies only a short distance ahead before landing on the railing again, so we re-enact the scene of this play. I come closer, closer, closer, until the hawk lifts up, flies a bit further along the river-walk, before landing again, until eventually it probably decides, that indeed, this human is going to traverse the entire path, for the hawk flies up into trees located further ahead. As I walk past the trees, the hawk launches out of an evergreen, with twigs in its talons. The bird flies over the river; a river made tumultuous by ice-melt.

in Winter's gray light
a Red-Tailed Hawk paints the sky 
with its feathers,
my soul lifts, follows the bird
over an ice-gorged river

The hawk lands on the base of a church steeple, and disappears behind an ornately carved corner. It appears as if the steeple is attempting to pierce the snow-clouds with its tip, trying to tear gashes in the sky, until spring blue bleeds into gray. On this Tuesday afternoon, does the church seem personified because it is devoid of Sunday parishioners milling in and out of its thick wooden doors? No matter how hard the steeple tries to break-apart the clouds, the grand sky dwarfs the church, causing it to look like a toy model. The church fluctuates between looking like a miniature-scale model, and an architectural feat.

with defiance
the steeple pierces clouds
looming overhead -
the snow-laden clouds
make the church appear small

Passing the church, I find it ironic how today the church is empty inside, yet on its steeple and roof-lines, countless animals are nesting, making this House of God their sanctuary. Slowly making my way home, I ponder about the hawk, how it is not only a predator amongst prey, but a predator amongst predators -- it flies around in plain sight, yet also hides right in the middle of the city. Coming up to the path leading to the back-door of my home, I scan a small trail of footprints in the snow. The footprints vary, but all are familiar to me. 
It is at precisely this moment that I fully acknowledge the Red-Tailed Hawk and I to be kindred spirits; how similar we really are.

the path leading home
is a winding snowy trail
of few footprints,
for only my loved ones know
where I truly live



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Details | Free verse | |

Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

Mysterious figures springs 
.. out of the steep hill sides
Hour of mysteries and fantasies

You`ve been runnin`for too long
Now you`ll be hiding in the dark
Protected behind Mother Nature`s shield

At the break of dawn
Mother Nature, relieve my pain
This time it may very well be my last
Take this injured bird up to the mountain range 
Let it spread its wings, and learn to fly again

Soar above high mountain peaks
Colorful valleys - all from a birds eye
Its all I know.. All I ever wanted to know
Great Spirit of Nature.. keep me under your protective wings
Lift my soul and let it fly, let me learn to fly again


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

* Inspired by finding a little bird who had fallen out of its nest earlier this year.See ya:-)


Details | Sestina | |

The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





Details | Couplet | |

Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Flapping.
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Silence.
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 
again.


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.


Details | Epyllion | |

A PHEONIX IN HER HEART

Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since. 

*Embellish-- adorn.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings 
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of 
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight. 


For Sami Al-Khalili's contest

  


Details | Rhyme | |

Let me go

              Let me go
 show me out the door with kind words
  I want you to Love me ..
  not punish by Force
 My Prison, my warden 

                 Let me go
          My choice to be Free
      Free of suppression,  of my own creativity
       let me decide for myself
               my destiny 

                Let me go
           let go of me gracefully
     I belong to myself , children and God
       Let me go , let go of me 
                 I am free 
            to choose to love and give
                 I am Free 
          from what burdens me 
                now I am Free
            


Details | Sonnet | |

Wounded Bird of Flight

Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded

The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing

One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still

Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one


Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013










Details | Lyric | |

I give you me

I give you me

The green grass all around me
Seems so velvet soft this morning
As two wagtails whistle tunefully
As we sit amidst the Roses
Your blue eyes look so gentle
 And send your magic essence right into me.

My mystic, magic maiden
How you smile just like an angel
As the sadness in your eyes it whispers to me
That you have suffered cruelly
And because I love you truly
I know that I must treat you tenderly.

I’ll do my best, to make you happy
I’ll give you joy, I’ll give you me
I’ll give you all I have 
so very joyfully
I‘ll give you me….All of yours I be..

I’ll love you magic maiden
Till the day we be no more
You have my heart, so treat it very gently
We’ll face our lives together
Through fine and stormy weather
You’ll always have my love
I give you me.

Sept 6 2006.    


Details | Ballade | |

In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



Details | Couplet | |

Strong Little Bird

For several weeks now, I have been watching 
A strong little bird through my window.

She appeared one day on the ledge as I looked out,
And I was touched, I felt some kind of connection..

At first, this bird was shy, like all birds she would fly,
At the slightest sign of danger, so I tried to keep still.

But each day she came back, and we both grew more trusting,
And started to break through our webs of apprehension.

With time, her visits were more frequent and relaxed,
And I was always thinking about how I could support her.

Some days were sunny, others were cold and snowy,
But she was fearless and always shared those moments with me.

I think we both usually spend most of our time alone,
And so our little bond has grown into something very special.

Yesterday, she came very close and I almost could touch her,
I could feel how she wanted to be comforted by my hand.

I was so excited, waves of joy surged up inside me,
And all at once the tears started to flow down my face.

And now it’s a new day and I am waiting with renewed feelings,
For the happiness of this relationship with my strong little bird.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long


Details | Shape | |

A Bird's Eye View of Life

               I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.



                                                            A
                                                         single, 
                                                       little bird,
                                                     is flying high
                                                  above a rainbow.
                                              Even though it is small, 
                                            it believes that everything
                                          can forever be accomplished.
                                        No matter how hard the struggle,
                                     it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
                                    Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
                                  to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
                               the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
                              achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
                             that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
                           The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
                          your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it. 
                        Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.

                                                    


                                                     Dawn D. Kilby 
                                         Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


Details | Lyric | |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.


Details | Personification | |

Gods Perfect Plan

Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly

Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did

I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so

God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea

But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man

Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone

Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make

God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him

But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past

now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him


























Details | Rhyme | |

A letter for you(2)

You must be patient. Look the world and don’t say anything
look at you :The language is source of misunderstanding;
And your rebel golden hair is waving through  
The maze that is golden, too: it will remind you…
I love the round of the wind in the maze.
I love the sound of the breeze, while I gaze
A playtful bird in a the sky an other bird whom run 
-Karen calls this ,challenge, the moments of sun…
Bogardo`s song: “Forests` Fairy, be child again and play with me…”
I saw a green kitten that grew as cat whetting her claws on a tree;
Then ,as Green tigress running a stag in the silent green ;
Impressing dress, swinging long dress lovely waving so green…
This dream ,Daniel ,you may translate at the court of your Queen
You must come back at the same poem,at the same time
I’ll wait for you in the same blessed unforgettable rhyme
Happiness always tip-toes and suddenly brings 
Not only words of optimism, but certain things
Ready to fly with us above the Fallen Crest 
Brave Caryl, the most verses usually unwritten rest
Outside the entrance with many mirrors and wonders.
I’m trying to reply with verses to wonderful senders:
I don’t know why your names as fresh as a daisy                                               
Sound me so familiar that they make me so crazy
To think I learnt your poems by heart once, in the past.
From my monastery called tomorrow, covered by light’s dust
Michael ,you wake up a dream whose echoing like rain 
In my heart's joyous exile, has broken that  chain:
Rapping, tapping, slowly entered my prayer
Taking part to the  River Prayer, my  dear;
But don’t bet on me, because I don’t know if It is written
In the forest to find what you search: I am a silent birch
With the inner song and the feelings of our High Church.
I am the happy lark who meets you, old pelerine Mark
I found …!I found good earth. I’m resting now on this Ark.
From swirled clouds ,the splendid lasting mark
Is hold in frozen seasons and forests dark?
As secret flame of love of life ,of kiss  Of Mark 
Admiring the flight of birds and, the song of the lark;
I stayed a lot and meditated in a hot milk afternoon:
Sue’s  dunes like shapes of acratered 
moon .                                                                       


Details | I do not know? | |

Free bird

I had a waking moment but it was soon
to be forgotten.

Rising from a peaceful sleep, now I'm 
intrigued.

Feels like myself and my mind have made
a deal, for now this revelation has to
remain concealed.

I know in perfect timing the truth shall
be revealed. Right now I shall continue
chiselling at my chains, it's strange because
the words "free bird" seem to reign.


Details | Rhyme | |

Take me into the eternal Beauty

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world
Where I can sing a melody 
Adoring you my love
Where I can feel the freshness of 
Your ever refreshing breath
And can dive deep in to the charming
Beauty of your eye’s depths
Where beauty can fire me to fly
Higher and higher
And poetry can become a Moon to
Inspire and inspire

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world
Where I can sing a melody 
Adoring you my love
Where I can feel the fragrance of life
When others have lost their roads
And are gloomy and sad without Hope
Where music can fill me 
With the joy of love & eternal happiness
Where sound can bring peace 
In my mind and heart

Oh take me into the eternal 
Beauty of that world 
Where my lyrics can become 
A song of the singing bird Koyal* 
Where my faith can bring a smile
On sad and gloomy faces 
Like the smile of a new born child    

Oh take me into the eternal beauty 
Of that world
Where I can sing a melody
Adoring you my love
And can get lost till I feel
The freshness of your ever refreshing breath

Ravindra

Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009




*A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.


Details | Lyric | |

Rare Love Bird of Mine

O rare;  love bird of mine
Your make me  blind
When you spread those wings and fly
Blind with such happiness
Which took me forever to find
But I don't mind
As long as you spread those wings and fly
 Just take  me by your side
O rare; love bird of mine 
Take me to the heights of skies float with me among  the clouds 
Let me Sing  out aloud-


Details | Rhyme | |

Day Dreamin

As I turn around a blue bird hums a song
Of beauty for all to hear and enjoy
It cheers the dreamer that sings along
Oh what can it mean to be so full of joy?

There is no darkness around to cry over
And the shadows of life have gone a dew
Only a world of happiness lives forever
And tears are ever counted as a few.

What can it mean to day dream and be free
Just to hear those melodies of happy cheer
I kept on thinking what am I doing that I can’t see
Then I said “goodbye to all that I know and fear.”

Hey! Then mercy to the band that plays
Listen to the gang and understand the sound
It is too easy to hear the bird that prays
We were born to search for replies unfound.

Someway somehow time goes on without fate
It was only yesterday that life was new
How I remember when answers were first rate
Maybe it is just another pleasant view.

I looked back to see if the blue bird still sang
And saw that he had flown away 
His beautiful song left a mark that ever rang
It was six o’clock and time ended for the day.


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Save the Words

Save the Words shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon there's time to change the train you're riding and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold because what's worth feeling is worth finding oh please save the words, just save the words a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and these days some don't know what to fight for when what is right today is wrong tomorrow and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others and these days we don't know what to fight for save the words, save the words place them in a golden basket of wheat and watch flowers burst forth wild and free from the golden serenity a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and one day we shall find the meaning in love so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words oh save the words, please save the words and united the world stands to revolve in gold on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic because with joy we can swing forth with the gift of a smiling world just save the words, save the words: understanding, acceptance, and tranquility


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Alittle Magic

Alittle Magic
I found this little magic rock.
Everyone that touched it sure did talk.
The truth is what they all told.
Some were hurtful and some spoke bold.
Others talked of their true loves.
All been taken by heaven above.
No more lies were ever told.
For some their lives turned quite cold.
They never said one nice word.
And then one day this bird flew by.
Most beautiful bird in the sky.
He dropped something from far above.
I picked it up, it was a glove.
And so I slide it on my hand.
And waved around to all the land.
And made a sign for all to see.
My two fingers said Peace to thee.
The truth and peace in all the land.
Be kind and loving to fellow man.


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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.


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The Cat Inside the Bird

I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…


You once saw a life through someone else’s window
And thought that yours ought to bare resemblance
So you slid your way onto that path for a time
Countless lessons you have learned since.

Now it would appear that you, this jay bird are free
From its button down shirt prison, its name badge cage
From nagging lips and selfish fingers that never saw your strength
Set free from the frivolity of weekdays, accounts and age.

And though your wings are slightly tattered with time
And your spirit is dusty around the edges where no one has cared,
If you spread them towards what makes you smile
If you do what so very few souls around you have dared.

There is a pure fire within you that you want desperately to hide.
You are afraid that it won’t be appreciated if you let it show
You fear having hope in something, only to be disappointed…
But the past will weigh you down forever if you never let it go.

Strength froths warm beneath a peaceful exterior
Intelligence and an intense soul show in your eyes
I have always thought their was so much more to you
But you never let me in more than hellos and goodbyes.

I hope that someone else is bolder than I was
And meets a chance to get through your armor.
Or that you decide to open it up a crack yourself
And let someone see that old snake charmer.

That one I glimpsed here and there in Smokey clouds
Or in your unguarded face while you were reading…
The same one that hid behind practiced speeches of morality
Winking at me and silently, disagreeing…

If for once you would let the cat inside the bird take over
It would not take long for you to see
The world would better understand your nature
Only then will you be free…



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Il Fiore Della Bruma P4

Mr. Visage of the manor, was often regarded in the highest esteem.
He lived in direct centre of the valley
Lauded his walls with fine antiques and trinkets;
Gold plated vases of crushed ice
Refilled by the hour.
Ebony perfumes
Travelling in thick cloud, like a rich fog of delight
Or marvel atleast.
His walls were only thin bamboo,
And he visited the villagers regularly.
Ofcourse, they privately grumbled of his accommodation
And obsessive nature to present, even perform at times.
Yet he was quite the life amongst them
They would none but laugh and smile in his presence.
Only laugh and smile.

Mr. Visage was a tapestry of pride
A great man in many respects.
Maybe he enjoyed his success too much,
But in person still,
He was a good man amongst the valley.

“This Family is a secret dysfunction;
Alone in all but volume.
Pray for the beauty of the elegant bird.
These wonders I have homed
From a tropic desolation,
Here to see and be seen
In the total view of the prominent.
Perfection of Asia, Africa, bizarre and prize
Drawn together by infinite work:
Pray for the beauty of the elegant bird.

Uneclipsed, I dive
Capsuling grace in a midnight charm
With a stare so ready to flicker
And dissolve the empty rooms.
What will happen to my attraction
Once I depart?”

 The Mr. Visage wept
For the bird that flew
And Mr. Visage would never depart. 


If there's anyone that's actually been reading all these parts, this one is by far the most obscure, probably looks pretty poor without it making sense but it does, particularly when in comparison with part 2 and 3


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CRITTERS

I got up this morning with the sun,
Knowing that this day would soon be done.
But I had a few things to do in between,
Like feed the birds, the squirrels, and chipmunks thru the screen.

I have always wondered why they come around,
Every morning with their flutters or jumps abound.
I hear the birds sing sweetly to me,
Now, even the squirrels are not afraid if food they see.

The chipmunks on the other hand,
Are critters who jump, run, bounce, and stand.
They hide from me when'er they can,
Think I'm an ogre, instead of a man.

They dig holes and burrows 'neath my patio too,
All this because I feed them, which sometimes I rue.
If you recall Chip 'n Dale, you'll have some idea of the two I see,
Eating up the bird seed, the rice, the peanuts, and even my fruit trees.

Like Donald Duck I want to Quack,
I just hope that they don't cause the foundation to crack.
They scatter the birds to get at the seed,
Then jump on the feeder for more...yes indeed!

I have even thought of trapping the little beggers back there,
But then what would I do with them, put them somewhere?
They'd only come back with abandon in their will,
These two little pesky rodents, sometimes I could kill.

At one time I probably would have tried to do so,
Not any more, as over the years I began to mellow.
But I do let them know my displeasure at their theft,
Especially of the wild birdseed I have left.

For some poor bird always gets less food,
Because of these pests, and that isn't good.
And they eat and eat and eat all day long,
Without getting bigger, or faster, or even more strong.

But they are God's creatures and he made them for a reason, 
I only wish that I didn't have to see them in summer's season.
So, I'll go on feeding the critters because they get hungry,
I only hope that I can keep myself from getting angry.


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Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 






Comments:
An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...


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Taking Wing

Taking Wing

Written by David 

I’m thankful everyday to have you by my side…there is no need to hide…I’m going along with the ride

I lived on the edge for too long now…
I will rise from the ashes one way or another
I can’t pretend that everything will be a sundae with a cherry on top 
No one is available to listen to me once more…

I was once a bird, taking wing and having so much fun…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

My guardian angel of light; shimmer anew with all of your perpetual might

So I sit down and pout and jot down everything that’s on my mind
Lies chased me down…this road of frustration 
And I’m falling away into the black hole of my nightmares
I believed in you and you put me down…

Caged for no apparent reason…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

I look up to you and I admire your halo, hovering around your head gaily and vibrantly…do you still abide – 

I’m shattered…and I’m in disbelief…
You disappointed me with your wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing words
I’m scared and in anguish…I need some relief
Right now… I feel like I’m in captivity, freaking out like a thousand birds…

I was once a bird, taking wing and then you shot me down with your negativity and your discouragement of plenty…but I kept on biting the bullets, so put down that gun…
Am I trapped in here for others’ pleasure?
Why can’t I fly and feel the sun,
Caress my wings with warm-hearted affection beyond measure?

D-do you still abide in the light or are you a fallen angel who fell victim to the lusts of midnight?


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hero of the abyss

The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands 
Along the side it  taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels 
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared  Appering face
All halls filled with noise 
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me


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Soaring High

Soaring high, high, like a bird 
in the sky.
Let us soar to great heights
and be free, free from hate.
So, let us soar high, high in the sky where we'll fly over 
mountains and through the heavens we'll sing
making a ring throughout a peaceful new world.
So, let us soar high, like a bird in the sky.


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God and the worm of part two

strange I remember the flames I was flying yet I hungered to fly	                                    
then spiraling burning death repented but the bird bigger than I                                         
comfort came with one drop of rain as the deep seed burst alive                                         
revived walking walking walking and now that we are talking                		     
at the stalk to me a great and mighty tower                                                                       
weary help me Lord  it is but a small flower                                                                      
Jesus thank you it is only by thy power       					 
climbing the twigs end again and again                                                                               
higher higher further from the ground a great height                                                         
resting on a leaf looking around a predator in a near by tree   			      
I long to fly where did it come from fear of heights                                                             
a loud screeching piercing the ear Lord help thou me 	                                                    
look to me pick up your cross do what is right			                 
first steps of faith traveling all night stumbling a bit			 	   
as I grow more tired along the way I can’t quit  			                     
the blackened bird dives talons close by but still alive 			             
seems I’m spiraling again tired darkness even closer nigh                                                
Lord Jesus help thou me rest for this is not the end  				     
I dreamed of soaring straight above wonderfully with white wings                                      
all things clean love joy peace righteousness forever a glorious light                                    
thank you Lord Jesus thou has surely helped me 			            
awaken go tell all others of this glorious flight to come               		                
how to go denying yourself pick up your cross and follow thou me


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A Song of Freedom

A bird forgotten in a rusty cage
Waking up to see the last of day
A broken wing that whispers of a war
To be let out is all he’s hoping for

All alone without a will to breathe
Too afraid to finally fall to sleep
Nothing left so he begins to sing
The dancing rhythm granting life within

Another heart that sings of other lives
So universal it transcends all time
Another tune to free an empty soul
The lonely bird now understands and grows

So he wakes with patience and a song
The bird remembers what it is to long
The deeper that his music comes to be
The more the bird desires to be free

The bird decides to share his greatest work
A song of freedom stronger than despair
His music travels over open plains
He keeps on singing even in his pain

His final note now reaches every ear
His final breath has emptied every fear
The bird has finally left his rusty cage
The bird, once broken, has truly found the day


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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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Historical Flight's

wing's spread for morning flight
catching the wind at first dawns light
wings take me high , so high i might
see the place to end my flight

soaring above forest grandure green
scenes of mountains and glorious streams
only birds can see these things
for the eye's they were given 
were made to be keen

like a bird leaving Noah's Ark
searching for land just a small part
and perhaps a little something to take 
back to the Ark

 of long gone ancestors i dream
 like all birds, i dream

i dream of a bird sitting in a tree
i dream that that bird is waiting just for me
when i land she will not flee
she will have something just for me

there it is the tree
with one lone dove waiting just for me

i'll ascend , like the spirit 
of my ancestor before me
that landed upon the Messiah, gently
and rest with her i will not leave
from now on to her i'll cleave


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Birds

Can the birds sing a song
Can I be the one along
Hear what they say 
Love in the morning love in there song
Can a man make this or not
Sing old bird my love song
I watch you eat and hear your song
But can you make me belong
I wish i could fly
All i can do is cry
Bird of a song let me be
For all to see 
Not a bird here only a man
Wish i could sing
Like the birds in the morning
Man like me can only moan


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Formation

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
 
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends
 
I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know
 
Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance
 
To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend
 
Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent
 
From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned
 
So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 
thus the secret person within might come to know
 
Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice
 
Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I
 
Source : Song of Solomon
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Bird of Pain

As I fly with no sound across the earth
I see all with no judgement except for birth
through the mist of the ocean insanity dwells
as the lifeless bodies propel to hell
For I am nothing but a bird or so you think
Without me chaos would reign and the angels would blink
Thank you pain, for without you nothing would gain
I feel shame, thank you pain once again
Without you I not tell what I see
Could it be you respect me?
I find that hard to believe
Im not holy, nor a savior, all I do is retrieve,
Once you die, you will envy me as I see what I see
You will beg for forgiveness but it is too late
You have now become part of natures sympathetic bait
when the time has come I hope that you will see what I see
then you will realize "damn, that bird was me"
Thank you pain, I see what you see


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THIS LONE BIRD

 

This lone bird
flying alone,
in grey overcast,
seems so absurd

Dipping and swooping,
crazy circles,it makes
Such joy ,hard to fake,
inner whooping

For there is no season,
when to fly,
no reason,
not to try

Lone bird,
so high,
I wonder why?

Wings of grey,
match the cloud
Shades of grey at play,
mood unbowed

There is joy in flight,
instinctively right.
Bird on the wing,
is better than ground
for its heart does sing
Hear it's sound
all around

This heaving mass of air,
nature's invisible stair
The will to try
The will to fly

Lone bird,
is not absurd
Solo flight,
it's chief delight

Away from the crowd,
the cackles far too loud.
Must concentrate,
on invisible stair,
to climb to the cloud

It is fate,
for lone bird to meet,
high up on nature's seat
Leisurely pace,
murmur of wind on face

Billowy clouds,
away from the crowds.
Far in to the grey,
lone bird at play




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passages are possibilities

~~~~~possible reference to , " bird flu " ?~~~~~~~~

..........ps 91:3........

    " surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler , 
       and from the noisome pestilence..."

if we translate this into today's language , it would read like this.....
.....from the snare { trap or tempt } of the fowler { any bird used for food }
and from the noisome { injurious to health,harmful,foul smelling }
pestilence { deadly epidemic , disease , plague }...............
if this is a reference to the bird flu , which was written thousand's of years ago , 
what else is there , obviously , which should also lead us to believe that certain 
passages are an early warning of times to come..........
but even more so.....what kind of world do we live in , just to name a few , when 
men as ; Christ....Ghandi....Martin Luther King,Jr.......John Lennon........all men 
who stood up for non-violence , peace , and love .....and yet we stand by and 
watch them become victims of assasins , the very nature to which they voiced out 
against.........our hero's our the infamous , and we're fascinated with serial killers 
more than we're empathetic to their victims..........
those agents of evil darkness , serve their purpose.......instill fear , kill any sense 
of love , destroy all manner of truth , and blockade any pathway to peace...........

maybe as our friend john r. states so well , " IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP .........."


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Wrapped in His Love

Once in a while, 
when I see the sky
there’s a gentle reminder;
a bird would fly by.
The blue up above 
Behind big fluffy clouds
Tells me the world is
In comfortable shrouds.
There’s ever a feeling
Of protection surround
When blue up above
And beauty abounds.
The bird flew to heaven
And left me to know
The world will live on
And continue to grow.
Feelings, I then have
As I look up above
Are those of happiness
All wrapped in His love.


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A Little Bird

A little bird once flew my way
With colors, vibrant and sweet.
I held the bird within my hands,
I thought this was a treat.

Truth be told, t’was not for me,
To hold this bird and keep;
Its little wings were meant to fly,
Its little beak, to peep.

I let it go and watched it fly,
Though deep within my heart,
I couldn’t bear to let it go,
Of my world, it was a part.

I still felt presence now and then
As if it were above my head,
Watching me and speaking, yet
With words, not ever said.

I know, in my heart, I acted selfish
For I could never share with it, my life.
But, to have held that bird for that moment
made me happy, with sheer delight.

I know, if I should see that bird,
Or ever again hear its playful song,
My hands I’ll keep just by my side
And pray that I’ll be strong.

For I never want to hurt it,
As I may have, selfishly at the start.
But, I hope the bird knows for now,
With it, it has my heart.

I let it fly, not really my choice,
But it was the right thing to do.
Now, I only wish it happiness
And to soar in the heavens, too.

Maybe one day, I will look up
To see my flying, little bird.
Here, grounded, I’ll wish it well
And send my love without a word.