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Best Famous Bird Of Paradise Poems

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Written by Robert William Service | Create an image from this poem

Sentimental Shark

 Give me a cabin in the woods
Where not a human soul intrudes;
Where I can sit beside a stream
Beneath a balsam bough and deam,
And every morning see arise
The sun like bird of paradise;
Then go down to the creek and fish
A speckled trout for breakfast dish,
And fry it in an ember fire -
Ah! there's the life of my desire.
Alas! I'm tied to Wall Street where They reckon me a millionaire, And sometimes in a day alone I gain a fortune o'er the 'phone.
Yet I to be a man was made, And here I ply this sorry trade Of Company manipulation, Of selling short and stock inflation: I whom God meant to rope a steer, Fate mad a Wall Street buccaneer.
Old Time, how I envy you Who do the things I long to do.
Oh, I would swap you all my riches To step into your buckskin britches.
Your ragged shirt and rugged health I'd take in trade for all my wealth.
Then shorn of fortune you would see How drunk with freedom I would be; I'd kick so hard, I'd kick so high, I'd kick the moon clean from the sky.
Aye, gold to me is less than brass, And jewels mean no more than glass.
My gold is sunshine and my gems The glint of dew on grassy stems .
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Yet though I hate my guts its true Time sorta makes you used to you; And so I will not gripe too much Because I have the Midas touch, But doodle on my swivel chair, Resigned to be a millionaire.


Written by Richard Crashaw | Create an image from this poem

Prayer

 Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age,
Gods breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;
Engine against th'Almightie, sinners towre,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-daies world-transposing in an houre,
A kinde of tune, which all things heare and fear;
Softnesse, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse,
Exalted Manna, gladnesse of the best,
Heaven in ordinarie, man well drest,
The milkie way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bels beyond the starres heard, the souls bloud,
The land of spices; something understood.
Written by William Henry Davies | Create an image from this poem

The Bird of Paradise

 Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, 
Takes any man to bed: 
"You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; 
"You knew Nell Barnes -- she's dead.
"Nell Barnes was bad on all you men, Unclean, a thief as well; Yet all my life I have not found A better friend than Nell.
"So I sat at her side at last, For hours, till she was dead; And yet she had no sense at all Of any word I said.
"For all her cry but came to this -- 'Not for the world! Take care: Don't touch that bird of paradise, Perched on the bed-post there!' "I asked her would she like some grapes, Som damsons ripe and sweet; A custard made with new-laid eggs, Or tender fowl to eat.
"I promised I would follow her, To see her in her grave; And buy a wreath with borrowed pence, If nothing I could save.
"Yet still her cry but came to this -- 'Not for the world! Take care: Don't touch that bird of paradise, Perched on the bed-post there!' "
Written by Carl Sandburg | Create an image from this poem

Proud and Beautiful

 AFTER you have spent all the money modistes and manicures and mannikins will take for fixing you over into a thing the people on the streets call proud and beautiful,
After the shops and fingers have worn out all they have and know and can hope to have and know for the sake of making you what the people on the streets call proud and beautiful,
After there is absolutely nothing more to be done for the sake of staging you as a great enigmatic bird of paradise and they must all declare you to be proud and beautiful,
After you have become the last word in good looks, insofar as good looks may be fixed and formulated, then, why then, there is nothing more to it then, it is then you listen and see how voices and eyes declare you to be proud and beautiful
Written by George William Russell | Create an image from this poem

Dream Love

 I DID not deem it half so sweet
To feel thy gentle hand,
As in a dream thy soul to greet
Across wide leagues of land.
Untouched more near to draw to you Where, amid radiant skies, Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue, My Bird of Paradise.
Let me dream only with my heart, Love first, and after see: Know thy diviner counterpart Before I kneel to thee.
So in thy motions all expressed Thy angel I may view: I shall not on thy beauty rest, But beauty’s self in you.



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