Plop, Plop And Away
Our beliefs are false
vestigial wings of kiwis—
relish how it flies
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With his initials
he carved his arrows
after them he did fletch
And then his slave
bird dog he sent
the murdered
bird to fetch.
It was a morning dove
fledgling
for whose dead body
he was fletching.
He killed doves,
symbols of the Holy
Spirit and of peacemakers.
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saiom shriver
**
Footnote: Unelected Republican Supreme Court Justice
Gorsuch, the only justice on the court or in many
decades to receive
fewer than 60 votes by senators, is a dove hunter
as is the billionaire Philip Anschutz who financed
the propaganda promotion of Gorsuch.
*
Gorsuch is one of the 5 males making up the pentocracy
of the antedeluvian court whose antidemocratic scotching
of the will of the vast majority of the US.
*
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/03/14/us/politics/neil-gorsuch-supreme-court.html
https://www.denverpost.com/2017/03/17/colorado-powerbrokers-rally-behind-neil-gorsuch/
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1523439/Philip-Anschutzs-farm-is-more-a-playground-for-the-rich-than-a-working-cattle-ranch.html
https://www.travelmarketreport.com/articles/Why-Multibillionaire-Philip-Anschutz-Bought-Sea-Island-Georgia
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saiom shriver
I remember in the beginnig
we were just "going with the flow"
you planned a roadtrip
and kept the destination a secret
I remeber feeling elated, excited, alive
you pulled over next to a sunflower field
and I found myself, heart racing,
pushing through tall grass,
jumping a barbed wire fence
and returning with my prize
I remember that beautiful little town
how the next day,
you took me to the bird sanctuary
how I sat there admiring these creatures
how I envied their wings
I remember when all those ladybugs
dotted your car
How I felt like a child
waiting for each one to fly away
And later, finding a little lost lady
inside with us
how I wanted her to stay
how we cracked the window
and set her free instead
I remember wishing upon her beauty
and the next day at breakfast,
how I shrieked when a giant locust
crashed into my face
except it wasn't a locust
you reached over to reveal another
little dot lady and I squealed with delight
her little legs tickled my hand
at the tip of my pinkie she spread her
little wings and fluttered away
I remember we looked up her meaning
lady of luck, messenger of blessings to come
how I felt it could not have been
more perfect with you
And then the drive home,
Spotting yet another little lady
trapped inside your car
how we were already driving too fast
how she held on to the window's edge
how I urged her to fly
You suddenly pulled over
and I remember thinking it was
the sweetest thing of you to do
I remember telling the little lady she could fly
how I whispered goodbye when she did
how my heart surged with gratitude
while my eyes got warm and salty
how you pulled me to you
and how that kiss tasted like flying
I felt like the luckiest lady in the world
you called me your Lady Bug
I'll never forget it
Is each bird a courier of God?
May be, may be not!
Once from a bird,
A hint I have got!
Once my beloved has sunk,
In the well of fury!
No possible ways to console,
Are apparently left before me!
It is at that very moment,
With a message a bird He has sent!
Tree and Bird
Tree lets bird play, without shooing away
not taken by convulsive throes.
Like a primate, in a vegetative state
who wishes to scratch his nose.
Tree has a need, to spread his seed
so he welcomes little birds toes.
He offers a bribe, to be carried inside
and removed from my car with a hose.
একটি পাখী উড়ে চলছে তো চলছেই,
আজ যেন তার ছুটির দিন, কোনও কাজ নেই!
সে দেখছে ছেলেরা কিভাবে নদীর পারে গোল্লাছুট খেলছে,
কিভাবে বটবৃক্ষের পাতাগুলো দুষ্টু বাতাস উড়িয়ে নিচ্ছে।
একটু সামনে যেতেই পাখিটি দেখে,
গাঁয়ের এক সুন্দরী নববধূকে,
যার পায়ের ডালিমের মত আলতার রং এখনও শুকায়নি,
মাথায় ঘুমটা টেনে লাজুক ভঙ্গীতে যাচ্ছে নিয়ে পানি।
সেই নববধূর পায়ের তলে,
শুকনো পাতা কি যেন যায় বলে!
তারপর পাখীর দৃষ্টি গিয়ে পড়ে,
একজন বৃদ্ধ কৃষকের উপরে।
কৃষকের মাথায় হাত,
যেহেতু ভীষণ বৃষ্টি হয়েছে সারারাত,
ফসলের ব্যাপক ক্ষতি হয়েছে সাধন,
ঋষির মত বসে বসে ভাবছে করবে কি এখন?
আরেকটু এগিয়ে যেতেই পাখীটি দেখে,
এক দুষ্টু ছেলে লেজ ধরে দৌড়াচ্ছে একটি নিস্পাপ গাভীকে,
আরেকজন অলিম্পিকের প্রতিযোগীর মত দৌড়াচ্ছে প্রাণপণে,
সুতো ছেড়ে যাওয়া রঙিন ঘুড়ীর পেছনে!
October.2. & October.5.2000
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins
So many different melodies
So Many Different colors
The beauty within some never sees
Some drink flowers
Some attack to get their pray
Others have no strength no powers
A lot go to sleep during the day
Even though there are many birds
Near and Far
They usually fly in herds
Some can fly as high as the nearest star
We love them all
Big and small
But like always they must go
Soon it'll be fall
Most birds hate the snow
Until spring arrives
And the flowers bloom
South is there the birds will fly
Somewhere that's warm
Will be their new cozy room
Away from the cold winter storm
Copyright*
Speak the Word
Hope is a power,
An evil Devour.
Love is a song,
Steady and long.
Peace is a bird,
A flock above the herd.
Yet these Words will diminish,
Unless we do not Cower,
Unless we sound the Gong,
Unless we Speak the Word.
I wish I could fly,
Like a bird,
And rule over the cloud high,
Like a King being glad!
I’d see the things hidden,
And know the unknown,
I’d find a branch to rest on then,
Watching how the cattle are drawn.
I’d circle around the flying kite,
And look at the happy faces,
Of the children of light,
And watch after the lost kite their races.
I’d drink fresh water,
From the nearby pond,
And resume my flight after,
A few seconds.
I’d fly across the seas,
Enjoying the beauty,
Of the mountains and trees,
Before returning home safely.