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Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:33 am
by Lightning Rod
the ambassador bird
scratches for seed
a magpie driven
a dark parrot
with a Shakespearian accent
and an eye that misses nothing
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:34 am
by moldyB
he is born upon this world
free of any debt
that most shall call upon
knowledgeable of all
but ignorant of invisible lines
a believer in nothing
but a part of all
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:38 am
by judih
o crow
what's to believe?
crow caws
reality
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:39 am
by stilltrucking
time is but a hindrence
tick tock tick tock
ants come marching in......
its nothing but letters and words
poetry is made of words not moldy ideas
shot into your belly
with an electric guitar
when dylan went electric
listen to the music
I hear the time
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:39 am
by Lightning Rod
the bird is studying
to be a dominatrix
a wit on wings
where the sun gleams
things are never
as they seem
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:42 am
by moldyB
his voice
pure in its cacophany
cares not
of those below him
he is an eater of souls
a harbinger of what may
he bows not to the rules of the mortal
he is a master of both worlds
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:43 am
by Lightning Rod
the guitar evolved from dinosaurs
like a warbling forensic
with no eyelids
this was before electricity
when only fire existed
and music
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:44 am
by stilltrucking
o crow
what's to believe?
crow caws
reality
cock a doodle do
and cluck cluck of a wet hen
we have achieved day light in san antone
rainy dreary beautiful day
old mc donald had a firm, and two legs are better than four, everytime she shines her light on me her mind slips away and she starts talking about her second ex husband, next time I am just going to say and
yu doan wanna marry me.
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:46 am
by WIREMAN
ther's is a blue
this morning and
it is, I tell ya, deeper
than ya ever imagined..................
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:47 am
by moldyB
he is the son of the sun
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:52 am
by judih
crow woman
gathers silence
like a basket of nuts
she treads barefoot among pebbles
soundless, wings fluttering
what is saved now
will be later spent
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:53 am
by Lightning Rod
is it the nightingale?
no, it is the lark
alas, the morning
with its responsibilities
sun ripens over san antone
covered by the cloud
of bird wings
fourteen mexicans in a car
a fiesta of angel crows
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:55 am
by moldyB
without response he finds his own path
needless of others
he is the light that illumins
emtptyness is an illusion
fed to us by those that wish
us to be afraid
gaining from our insecurities
thriving off our fears
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:58 am
by WIREMAN
day rolls on and
the crow burns
on witchita lineman
telephone wires
witchy tai tai in the
rum oronika oronika
hey ney hey ney noah...........
Posted: February 19th, 2005, 10:59 am
by judih
raven is testing you
sudden black caw in the middle of the night
one fear and you've fallen
one smiling welcome
and you've passed
a long time since Poe
fed us a line
let's fast - till starvation lets us listen to birds