The Beautiful Bird
The beautiful bird fly by the the window seal chirps a bit other times he seems sad and looks like he wants to quit i look out thewindow every day hoping and praying hell come my way what can i do to make him sing? my goodness i want to try everything as the days come and go i wonder about this little bird you know! as i slept one night awoken with fright look at what i see its the beautiful bird staring back at me i paused he quit and proseeds to move back a bit so we played pick a boo and that's when i saw wife a poo!! it didn't take anything for me to get him to sing this beautiful bird deserves everything life isn't always what you see that little bird could have been you or me.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
punchie’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When Granma, Would Cook. | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| When I Did Not Have. | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Can You See Through The Eyes I See? | 1 | 10/04/2009 |
| The Dirty Little Secert | 1 | 10/03/2009 |
| The Beautiful Bird | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Open The Door | 1 | 10/02/2009 |
| The Light | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Vision | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| INFANT | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| In Touch | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Time | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
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