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Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


Details | Pastoral | |

Forgotten?

I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man 

as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his 

life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun 

rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as 

she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim 

of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs 

because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross 

the street...every time he would think of it, he would 

grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who 

had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all 

these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder 

how I could still believe that there is a God that cares? 

I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell 

from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest 

and that man on the corner was still alive and he could 

walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the 

mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop 

violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could 

still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not 

suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to 

have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building 

them up, for each one them that had something taken from 

them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except 

for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not 

forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hawk

The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
Dinnertime.
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse, who was walking
along the corroded barbwire fence,
with his sharpe and dangerous talans.

Six o'clock. Feeding time.
A lover is now gone from the world of field mice,
Just like that.
With the turn of a hand on a clock
Six o'clock.
With the rumble of a Hawk's empty stomach
now a fellow mouse is gone. Forever.

Sad, isn't it?


Details | Lyric | |

A Melancholic Blaze

The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
 As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The nature decaying to the bizarre setting...
As the wolves howl at the night’s mystical descend...
And as my heart cries a disheartening reverie...
The river turns venomous at the cheerless call...

The wolves pursue the divine call...
The eerie wind deceives their ears...
Far ahead I see a shadow of the pure...
But as I approach...the shadow is razed by the prevalent obscurity...

The winter birds seem to be early...
Nesting in the putrefied tree...
The venomous river appears frozen...
As a chilling breeze stings the heart...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The last few hopes seem to deaden...
As a cloud seems to darken the elegant moon...
And the heart craves for her warmth...
As the flowers anticipate the monsoon...

Why is it that her radiant shadows appear?
When illumination ceases to exist...
A bird rests on my shoulder...
And sings mantras of eternal hope...
An assurance of support... 
And guidance...as the melancholic night descends...

The wolves howl to the infinite sky...
...And the lamentation of a lost soul...
Overpowered by their howls...
As the melancholic fire burns on...

The lamentation of a lost soul...
Forever lost...

...And as I close my eyes...
The setting transforms to “heaven”
Where flowers are vivacious...
...And nature rejoicing the start of spring...
...As I lay in her arms...
The panorama vivid as ever...

A panorama...
That subsists within the broken heart...
And a last few dead branches...
The winter bird collects to complete its nest...

And now all is at rest...
Silence is what subsists eternally...
The lamentation of a torn heart
Ever so callous...

...As he putrefies eternally...
...In a Melancholic Blaze...


Details | I do not know? | |

I Wish I Was A Bird

I wish I was a bird. 
  I could see the world,  fly high above the mountains and the trees and the ocean and the seas.
  I wish I was a bird.
 Just sail the breeze with my wings so wide gliding to the earth with no worries on my mind.
  I wish I was a bird. Please take me out of the cage, let me fly and be free, to be me! not to be molded into you.
I wish I was a bird. 
You can hold me, but please be careful I am fragile and scare easily and fly away before I should.
 I wish I was a bird.
I am tired of being fragile and little,  over the years I have become wise like an owl quick like the Falcon and strong like an eagle, Now try to put me in that cage!.
I wish was a bird.
To be colorful and have everyone hear my voice as I sing beautiful songs I will overcome all the odds against me.
I wish I was a bird.


Written by Nathan Stanford


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 | I do not know? | |

Screach Eagle

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Kiowa Arapahoe all on the trail
The bronze of the warrior the bird is not male
Put down a pit with meat and some sticks 
Here lie and wait is cleverly tricked 
She swoops and saws and looks for a cry 
It hungers a plenty and looks with an eye

Down she goes and swoops and she nears
And something tells you there's something she fears
Chicks a hungry calling she flies feet in a gate and streaming she glides 
She shoots to the floor and hooked to the meat 
She losses her pace she losses her feet 
His two hands that reach out and grab at her gate
She looses her loft and she looses her mate

It's over the struggle the bites and the flutter 
To screach and to peck and the sticks are like shutters
With hands holding tight and blood issues slow  
A pull and a wrench and the bird falls below   
The meat and the blood and the feathers a fly 
She's lost her own life and chicks soon will die 

War bonnet built and worn with a pride
Bow down to the dance and darkness deride
But first thing the pit the blood and the squawk  
No wait for a moment he's lost all that torque   
Fear not for this spirit the bird got away
The trail it awaits on another day's play   



Details | Rhyme | |

Stark Raven

            Stark Raven

On the backs of embers last glowing bones of red 
My head half numb from the narcotics
Winter crept on shadows in my room with frozen dread
As a broken raven marched unchallenged in its neurotics

It advanced on me with a hideous craven beak
Repeating my last name which I've since forgotten
It also used foul language which I dare not repeat
My blankets now soiled with sweat and something rotten

Across my bed with sudden jumps, then swaying side to side
Almost like a lullaby, until it shrieked, “Give me my money!” 
It was there to collect some stark raven debt or so I surmised
If it wasn't so tragic it would be funny

The dark omen laughed, had gone stark raven mad
I too was not too happy
The situation with this fowl beast has gotten bad
I could kill it but that would be a little tacky

It taunts me till this day
The drugs took hold of me so I can’t move
I can’t even wish or whisper it away
There is nothing left to prove

A winter frost came in with this dark shadow bird on my lost soul
It is the last time I leave the window open and do opium
For being dumb I have to pay the heavy toll     
Feed the thing; pay it, along with all the other bums on the curriculum        

9/23/14 The Raven Poetry Contest                                                               


Details | I do not know? | |

Come back yo me

Emotions run away

with my  patience,

if only they would sit

still. Instead they fly

away like the little

robin on my window

sill. Little bird please

come back, settle my

mind from my emotional

attack. With a flash of

red I'm back on track.