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oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . . 

of robin hood and a merry band of followers
but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality
todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words
skilled in disguise, taking many false faces
and like robin hood of ancient tales, draped in green but this green is jealousy
like the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together
blanketed in secrecy, having no moral compass to guide the evil
oh the hate is a cancer on my poems and beautiful words
my poetry a garden ravaged by this outlaw with a sharp arrow
devious, crafty, sly, calculating, deceitful, fake, scheming, shifty
we know each false disguise you hide behind
every fraudulent name and game
oh, back to the story . . 
lets raise the curtain to this ancient tale
this robin hood and a merry band of followers
pretend to be good and kind but shoot arrows
trying to murder my words 
from dark hidden places, mingling joyfully
shifty and crooked, shady but quite artful in ways of destruction
a shining star shaped shield of silliness
the way is dangerous in this spider web of lies
bloods seeps from my broken heart like red tears
leaf-strewn gales utter low wails like violins on my murdered poems
robin hood and the merry band of followers
spit them out like stones
and when I read their words, the words squirm like snakes
robin hood of ancient lore stole from the rich to give to the poor
this robin hood steals our poetic muse 
not quite the hero of old
but be assured your swords and sharp arrows are nothing to me
because my poems will sail like swans on quiet waters long after you 
are burning down below for your deceitful ways

January 21, 2016

Poetry/Free Verse/twisted
Copyright Protected, ID 16-747-746-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Twisted Robin Hood
Sponsor, C.T.

Third Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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Famous Sayings

There’s many famous sayings I’ve heard
I’m sure you’ve heard them to,
So see if you remember
As I mention just a few.

There’s “Home is where the heart is”
Or “Little pictures have big ears”
And “It’s not how many years you spend
It’s how you spend your years”.

“God helps them that helps themselves”
“You can do it if you try”.
“Many hands make light work”
“There’s more to this than meets the eye”

“A mans home is his castle“
“You can‘t make a crab walk straight“
“A word to the wise is sufficient“
“It‘s always hurry-up and wait“.

“Birds of a feather flock together“
And another I recall
“It‘s better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all“.

Well that‘ll do it for a while
I know there‘s many more
It‘s true it‘s me that brought them up
But I sure don‘t know what for!.

Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2010

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Sincere Math for Sincere Repentance

There's an old saying that goes like this...

Birds of a feather flock together.

But I tell you this...

If you want to succeed in anything in life make sure the flock that you are flying with are seeking the Kingdom of God-the Kingdom of Jesus Christ.

The times we are in are growing in their complexity and the days ahead are going to make the hearts of mankind grow more and more cold as the Antichrist comes bursting on the global scene.

Make sure that you GET RIGHT with God.

Make sure that you are spending time in His Holy Word each and every day and repenting for the sins that come creeping in.

Remember that if we are TRULY sorry for the sins that we commit and we confess them before God some heavenly math does occur.

If we do ONE THING, the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY does TWO THINGS and this is the main gyst of this writing.


JESUS CHRIST is returning to this planet very soon even though no one knows exactly when. 

We must be found living holy and acceptable unto Him.

So if you do this one thing...SINCERELY CONFESS your sins...



It can't get any more complicated than that!

Go before the Throne of God today.

Tomorrow may be too late.

I John 1:9

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2016

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Birds of a Feather

Opposites may hold attraction
But lack lasting satisfaction.
Frequently push comes to shove.
In comes hate and out goes love.

Animals in fights and fleeings
Still are mostly social beings.
In a pinch, at end of tether,
Birds of a feather flock together.

Multitudes of furry creatures
Seem alike in lots of features.
Yet that’s not their point of view,
And they vie to prove this true.

Mockingbirds may sing like parrots.
Horses, rabbits crunch on carrots.
Many species act as one
To lark and run in the sun.
But in times of stormy weather,
Birds of a feather flock together.

Whether cat or dog or ferret,
Each as pet will have its merit.
Yet if all alone, where’er it,
Not a one can grin and bear it.

Humans also seek each other—
Father, mother, sister, brother—
Hither, thither, upper, nether,
Birds of a feather flock together.

~ Harley White

Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2016

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Birds Of A Feather


We The poets, and songsters, 
with pure hearts; Revolutionaries,
whom have lived and died for truth 
will sit among us there.

Birds of a feather flock together;
Red ants go where red ants go.
Giraffes don't hang with the water Buffalo.

When you die, there will be no room where I am.
You have lived your life and worked your plans.
Now you want to be in the room with me.!
There will be no room in the room I am in.
We be the people of the lesser sins.
Oh, ye of pernicious deeds:

“Opprobrium” be the name posted 
on the room's door that you'll share.
So, go inside and join your kind there.
This time will not be separated by Kin or skin.
But by the state of mind you kept your soul in.
So now go sit in a room named “OPPROBRIUM”.
You all there are of like minds, 
and have committed archaic crimes.

Child molesters, murderers, thieves, and the like.
You shall smell each other’s stench forever. 
And never sit among the righteous.

Surely you shan't find me, 
because I am not your kind; 
So, there is no room, 
in our room for you.
Your mind and deeds, 
dwell with the deleterious, 
that's where you belong.

We be birds of the same feathers 
shall sing a familiar song; 
Water Buffalo shall roam with
Water Buffalo’s. 
Red ants will go, where Red ants go; 
Giraffes will water themselves 
in different watering holes.

Me and my like-minded poets shall dwell 
with righteous, like-minds and pure hearts, 
laughing, reading, and enjoying 
each other’s thoughts.
We who have intentionally done no harm; 
Will continue to speak truth and 
defy the reprehensible. 
We will all cross over to the other 
side, and seek our own kind.
Poets, truth-seekers, and 
scholars shall exchange stories.
We will laugh, reminisce, and write.

This room be filled with us of the lesser 
crimes, enjoying, adoring one another 
for we all are of one mind. 
At one, with one another and the 
Creator; We are the Poets, 
Storytellers, songsters, 
chanting out our rhymes. 

There is no room in our room, 
for we are not your kind. 
Birds of a feather flock together:
Like minds go where like minds go.
“Giraffes don't hang with the Water Buffalo”.
Take heed from the simple life, forget about equality. 
The Creator then made man in his own image
designed by his own mind,
and placed each with their own Kind.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016

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Stepford Family

Step Ford Family

Delusional wandering without a clue
Looking around at others what did I do?
I notice that everyone is doing the same thing
So why is it strange that we have the same off spring?
As different as we are looking at each other
We can't get far
So I remember the saying
"Birds of a feather flock together"
If that's true we're doing right me and you
So my suggestion is not to fret
Even if you are walking around like a space cadet!

Copyright © Lashawn Wilkins | Year Posted 2011

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“Birds of a feather, flock together”
They also do other things as a group
Like pooping on your brand new bonnet
At times they'll even poop in your soup 

“Laughter is always the best medicine”
Not so if you have a runny nose
You'll get that green stuff all over the face
You might even get some on your toes

“Sleep tight, don't let the bugs bite”
Those nasty little critters are pests
Sleeping tight sure ain't gonna stop 'em
From chomping on your tender pink flesh

“You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
What an absolutely disgusting concept
At least you could wait till the pig's deceased
'Cause I'm sure the damn thing would object

“Keep a stiff upper lip, my dear old chap”
It'll stop you from saying certain words
Like “honeyfuggle” or “snollygoster”
But you can still utter “dirty turds”

“One man's junk is another man's treasure”
Let's try to be realistic here
If you treasure a broken down piece of junk
Then you're welcome to it, my dear

“Good things come to those who wait”
Especially if you're waiting to sprinkle
If you cross your legs and sing “Hey Jude”
It'll seem like no time till you tinkle!

Deceive by flattery or sweet-talk, swindle or cheat
A shrewd, unprincipled person, especially a politician

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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Silent Song

Blackbird sitting in the dead ash tree;
He's the only blackbird I can see.
Blackbird, I will stare;
Something about you pertains to me.

The brightest spring I've ever seen:
Blossoms white as milk, or cream.
I never thought the grass, I'd miss;
Now, I gaze upon the emerald bliss.

Sheltered by the bluebird sky,
What should chance
To catch my eye?
A lonely blackbird, calm and still;
I watch him from my windowsill.

Birds of a feather flock together?
Not this one, not this bird
With a different song that needs
To be heard.

One blackbird
In the dead tree,
He's the most free.

Perched tall on limb so tranquil, proud,
I draw him out 
From feathered crowd.

When I wake, I hear his voice;
Lonely blackbird makes his choice.

Holding my respect,
I wonder of his intellect.
Of all the things he thinks he knows,
Stern isolation
Is what shows.

If every bird doth hatch the same,
For another who's to blame?
All blackbirds sing among the green,
But one stands tall
In branches lean.

I watch this bird alone
For hours,
Pond'ring segregation powers.

Some say laws dictate behavior,
Yet I prefer to call
On nature.

Copyright © Bridgette Lace | Year Posted 2008

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Such a cliche

I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise                        Drinking like a fish, kicking the bucket a fine kettle of fish,                       
beyond the pale. A fish out of water. When it rains, it pours, on a dark             and stormy night, raining cats and dogs. A force to be reckoned with,                                    the perfect storm, so weather the storm and get your feet wet.                          Every dog has its day, fighting like cats and dogs.                                    
Look what the cat drug in, the hair of the dog that bit you,                         
Just pulling your leg. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,        
ignorance is bliss. No pain, no gain, a chip off the old block,                     
banging your head, against a brick wall.                                                          
A loose cannon, armed to the teeth, the kiss of death.                                                                                                     Biting the bullet, caught in the crossfire, losing your head,                                                                                      Can't hold a candle to, burning the candle at both ends,                                                                                                             at the crack of dawn, caught with his pants down, the naked truth,                    
a checkered past. Out of the frying pan into the fire.                                    Playing with fire, a burning question, that inflames me!                                   This is for the birds, two in the bush, killing two birds with one stone                                                                                       Fair weather friend’s, fly the coop and birds of a feather flock together                                                       Looking like the cat, that ate the canary, the bird's eye view.                                                                                                  Cat got your tongue, the big cheese is a better mousetrap                                      
Don't look a gift horse, in the mouth and the horse you rode in on          
Beating a dead horse, I got to see a man about a horse!                        
Living hand to mouth, biting the hand that feeds you,                                    
A knuckle sandwich, that’s a mouthful. He is full of himself

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2018