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Slow flap
Slow flap
Seagull
Silent
Glides
Across the rural scene
Disturbing none
Nor menacing
Just beautiful flight
God-given.
Now look up
Thousands
Thousands
Feet above-
A man-made flight
Streaks
Four engines
Pour filthy fumes
Across
God’s perfect sky.
evening’s quiet breath~
a single gull skims the tide
day loosens its hold
her breast falls again ~
with tides that coil from the shore ~
she's still crying back
under fisher's snag ~
water alone heals her wings ~
fly, my dry throat kiss
Stopping on the clifftop
staring out to sea
waiting for the clipper ship
will bring him home to me
looking on in longing
as the sun burns my eyes
listening to the breakers below
and above the seagull cries
waiting is the hardest part
my heart is empty when he's gone
and all the while knowing
it's here where we belong
I'm here he's there
but it doesn't have to be
sometimes something comes between
is often how it goes but out of sight out of mind
for me is really seldom seen
standing on the headland
gazing out to sea
searching for the sailing ship
will bring him back to me
and here or there
in the darkest night
the lighthouse shining bright
shows the safest way
but who's to know which way to go
in the blinding light of day
I saw him posing on his perch
While exploring Blackpool merch.
"The Snack Thief" is how he's locally known
Wide eyed, plump and holding his own.
He loves chips, ice cream cones and bread...
So keep an eye out over head!
He'll hover, then suddenly down he'll swoop
To gather up a hearty scoop.
Or he'll seem to dawdle by your side
But snatch your snack when you watch the tide.
He's very intelligent and with it sneaky.
But he is endearing, cute and cheeky.
Its advisable for tourists to feast inside
Where naughty seagulls don't reside.
Steven Seagull now lives with me
So he can't cause chaos near the sea!
Breezy,
break away free bird,
as free as easy as the wind
wanderess go onward
~ through life~
with an incessant need
to find solace
and meaning
back in god’s grace
It’s penetrating places you roam
and journeyed from
Free bird without
a home, without your flock
Once wings spread across
golden honey horizons
then held still on a dock
Cries o’er the retched waves
drenched in its chunder
into the d
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pulled
u
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d
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yet, naïve waif,
like a seagull in the skyline so free,
inside is a breezy pathfinder
Blowing are the winds o’er the sea
facile and carefree
Jagged are rugged roads that block,
all paths ahead obscure
bone trails lead downward
Mountain lions abound stalk,
smell the desperation on sweat
dripper of hurt, rebellious
When ships pass in at night,
they speak in the darkness,
disappear in the vastness
Free bird fly far—far away,
never to return again
A tempest moves the wind
wildly through the trees
s~h~a~k~ing sands
Put your hands together
Wanderess,
be still, runner
contend a prayer
come into sense
come home ~
A Seagull’s Lament
I have a bird’s eye view.
I am a seagull after all.
Where are all of the people?
Those nice tourists who fed me
french fries, buns, hamburgers, hot dogs.
A real gourmet’s delight.
What am I going to do?
I guess I will have to go back
To fishing! Ugh!
pink brought a lone seagull into the yonder sky
she advanced with purpose; her intent known to her alone
struggling against the winds, sprayed by ocean foam
I felt she was an angel of some sort, a messenger
the waves of the ocean began to twirl and spin
greeting the seagull as if she were a goddess
for of course she is, in some way
unclear to mere mortals
Squawking you awake
feathered seaside hooligans
Watch out for your chips!
Fly high like an eagle,
don't be a seagull in the sea,
don't be ashamed to realese your concerns instead to keep them inside.
Let your worries to be known,
give them wings instead to cut them to be free.
Don't make a refuge to yourself, but give a refuge to others to come.
Shout as loud as you can,
don't never accept to be silenced or fly down because somebody will cut your wings.
Make your nest as high as you can, very far from robbers to rob your life.
It's not your choice if you were born an eagle or a seagull.
It's not your choice how long your wings are or how high you can fly. It's your choice how much you want to try to improve the way you want to fly.
Oh... I'm Evelyn the seagull
eating rubbish, squawking down the sea.
Oh... I'm invisible and a detested bird flying around.
Not admired by anyone, but privileged I feel flying next to the ocean I love.
Oh....unforgettable mornings with my "mews",
my lovely or hated music to be listened to.
Up and down, just flying above sometimes,
but miserable when you push me down.
Oh... I'm a hated bird all the time.
I'm just feel loved when you meet me next to the coast.
Oh.... then I know what it means to be loved.
The only time you say: "I'm happy to see the seagulls because we are home". Then, I feel that I was born
for a reason.
seaguls in the sea
~low expectatations to reach~
easy life to live
eagles above clouds
~small eyes with a big vision~
catch life at first sight
Sleeping at daytime
~those great strangers in the night~
owls are heard sometimes
cuckoo bird in spring
~its delightful sound to ears
missed with august mist
the nightingale sings
every season, small but huge
~he stays forever~
travellinng always
~albatross surfs the blue sky
coming back to home
clever hunter hawks
~up from the hights stalking the preys~
lunch served in the air
ones or the others
big or small ~the birds' song brings
happiness in life
High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.
If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his mission is to cause both misery and pain.
Steve seagull, he dominates his space,
As you take leave of your house, of your place.
He swoops down low, he targets your head,
And ‘bombs away’ he just misses you instead.
That was his warning shot, next time you won’t be so lucky,
Next time will hit you, and you’ll be feeling all mucky.
You’ll have to return home, and you’ll then need a shower,
And Steve Seagull triumphantly returns atop of his tower.
Beyond horizon
The seagull will fly again
After this Red Sun.
Me4You
say what?
Cajuin Sookie
ya'll know this Won
Get my Oysta from
deh cheasepeake
same like
the wonz in
san Francisco bay
take both dos wons
mix em all
together
can't have em
any otta way
my pile of Bay-Bay Oysta'z
me and disk Gall
take my gloved hand
shuck'em reel fast
put the oysta in the gal
that aint no seagul no
my gallon pail is full
take my oysta to the window
weigh em'
up my gallon pale is full
I've been
shuckin in
the chicken coop
got mo' select
than premiums
shuckin in the chhicken coop
fast shuckin man
that what the lady likes
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