Funny how you figure things out as time shapes true intentions.
So, so, funny how some think you're gullible because you have aged.
Funnier still that some think you buy their stories in all their glory.
Funniest of all, I figured it all out because of a little tweety bird and his pretty cage.
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
subtle pulsating space,
get your finger out of my face,
shimmering dimness and the light in between,
he appeared quickly but did not go fast
I knew too well a spell had fell,
Putin I'm not disputin', Trump I got over the hump of you,
Musk you have an elephant's tusk, red headed triplets need
never to despair, well I ain't mentionin' the other that was
in the room out of thin air. He was always too small to make a call.
Tiny bubbles os pain, wishing instead it were champagne.
Did I really go crazy? High and lows together or birds of a feather flock together? Well, we are all the same.
Victorian society ways that go back to the cave. There is more than one way to skin a cat ..
where cats are bigger and I never would've gotten called a
...
We are always in a pack,
looking out for each other's back.
In harmony nothing we lack;
we are each other's luck.
Birds of a feather flock together
To show that they love one another.
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
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!
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!.
Blackbird sitting in the dead ash tree;
He's the only blackbird I can see.
Stare,
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,
Alone,
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.
Uniqueness
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.
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