#cardinals - Hello Poetry

All of us believe Cardinals are bright red And that's true they are You'll see decorations of red birds Next to eggs Such a happy family But they'll never know That the bright red coat isn't for all of them Brown is for female Cardinals, bland but beautiful But red on the other hand Is the color of males So remember anytime someone buys a Christmas decoration with a red Cardinal That its not a wife and husband Its a man and his husband That anytime you buy that, your showing that Love is love No matter the colors

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC

7-Flavors-Of-Bones

Cardinals.

All of us believe Cardinals are bright red And that's true they are You'll see decorations of red birds Next to eggs Such a happy family But they'll never know That the bright red coat isn't for all of them Brown is for female Cardinals, bland but beautiful But red on the other hand Is the color of males So remember anytime someone buys a Christmas decoration with a red Cardinal That its not a wife and husband Its a man and his husband That anytime you buy that, your showing that Love is love No matter the colors

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In the night's embrace Out of nowhere They asked me, "Where is your home?" There, the stars Were watching Why the Moon Waited for me How the Sun Greeted with warmth And the lyrical chirp birds Sang for me Everywhere I belong But nowhere Had been my home In Moment I Exist To them, I replied

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Feb 21, 2020

Feb 21, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Gypsy

In the night's embrace Out of nowhere They asked me, "Where is your home?" There, the stars Were watching Why the Moon Waited for me How the Sun Greeted with warmth And the lyrical chirp birds Sang for me Everywhere I belong But nowhere Had been my home In Moment I Exist To them, I replied

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Cardinal Oh, Cardinal You great scarlet bird. You hop along my porch rail But you don't say a word. Defiant So Defiant Of nature's camouflage. There is no way to hide Your bright red entourage. Orange Bright Orange. Your sharp pointy beak. Gathers the worms and the seeds All the meals that you seek. Feed Feed her. This mate that you court. Such a noble young man You dance and cavort. Sing Sing sweet You and your friends I'll love your songs every morning 'Til winter comes 'round again. Babies Your babies I'll meet them come next year. When in the Fall, they'll alight on my porch And bring my morning's cheer. Cardinal Oh, Cardinal I'm so glad you're here, you see. I knew your parents and now you have come Singing just for me.

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

Coffee With A Cardinal

Cardinal Oh, Cardinal You great scarlet bird. You hop along my porch rail But you don't say a word. Defiant So Defiant Of nature's camouflage. There is no way to hide Your bright red entourage. Orange Bright Orange. Your sharp pointy beak. Gathers the worms and the seeds All the meals that you seek. Feed Feed her. This mate that you court. Such a noble young man You dance and cavort. Sing Sing sweet You and your friends I'll love your songs every morning 'Til winter comes 'round again. Babies Your babies I'll meet them come next year. When in the Fall, they'll alight on my porch And bring my morning's cheer. Cardinal Oh, Cardinal I'm so glad you're here, you see. I knew your parents and now you have come Singing just for me.

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I got dumped on by a blue jay While out sitting in my yard The fact that I'm a Tigers fan Made the bombing rather hard I do not like the red birds I mean, the team can't pitch or hit But, I'm sure that if I pick on them One will fly by me and **** The Orioles, I do not like I guess you've got the scoop If I pick on them as well One will fly by me and **** There's a ball team down in Mexico The parrots, to them I'll tip my cap Because you know, if I 'dis them One will fly overhead and crap There are other teams named after birds I don't know them all...do you? So, I will let them off the hook In case one comes by to pooh!

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May 28, 2017

May 28, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC

roger-turner

Baseball birds

I got dumped on by a blue jay While out sitting in my yard The fact that I'm a Tigers fan Made the bombing rather hard I do not like the red birds I mean, the team can't pitch or hit But, I'm sure that if I pick on them One will fly by me and **** The Orioles, I do not like I guess you've got the scoop If I pick on them as well One will fly by me and **** There's a ball team down in Mexico The parrots, to them I'll tip my cap Because you know, if I 'dis them One will fly overhead and crap There are other teams named after birds I don't know them all...do you? So, I will let them off the hook In case one comes by to pooh!

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My heartbeat sending up an erratic hymnal to the hand tightening around my neck: The same hand that grabbed my thigh under the table. Only God saw. The mouth that asked forgiveness on Sundays is on my collarbones in the park after sundown. It still gives me a stomach ache to think about you. Your fingers wrapped carefully around my throat wasn't the reason I couldn't breathe. I miss it already even though in the moment I wished I was anywhere else; my world was closing in again and I felt trapped. It happened on the same bench where I sat alone in grade school and wrote haikus about birds and waterfalls. Something must be wrong with me for thinking you were a blessing that I deserved.

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Jul 21, 2016

Jul 21, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC

Honeyblood

Prayer to the Cardinals

My heartbeat sending up an erratic hymnal to the hand tightening around my neck: The same hand that grabbed my thigh under the table. Only God saw. The mouth that asked forgiveness on Sundays is on my collarbones in the park after sundown. It still gives me a stomach ache to think about you. Your fingers wrapped carefully around my throat wasn't the reason I couldn't breathe. I miss it already even though in the moment I wished I was anywhere else; my world was closing in again and I felt trapped. It happened on the same bench where I sat alone in grade school and wrote haikus about birds and waterfalls. Something must be wrong with me for thinking you were a blessing that I deserved.

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There was a bird flying above my head the other day. I apologize for my stories delay. The sun was out, the skies were blue - only quick glances today would do. There is just something about birds, the way they cut through the sky. Ugh. I wish I could fly. My Grandmother absolutely loved birds - Cardinals specifically. I have a few on my arm, so she and my Papa will never leave me. They have been gone for quite a few years now...wow, how time flies. Writing this is even bringing tears to my eyes. I think that's why I like birds so much - I imagine they are my Grandparents. Soaring the sky, exploring the world, checking in on me every now and then. The year he left us, the Cardinals won the World Series. The year she left us, the Cardinals lost the World Series. Good one, Papa - I'm sure Grandma didn't appreciate your joke. Each time you fly over me it brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye, knowing you'll fly over me until the day I die.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC

adam-steves

Cardinals

There was a bird flying above my head the other day. I apologize for my stories delay. The sun was out, the skies were blue - only quick glances today would do. There is just something about birds, the way they cut through the sky. Ugh. I wish I could fly. My Grandmother absolutely loved birds - Cardinals specifically. I have a few on my arm, so she and my Papa will never leave me. They have been gone for quite a few years now...wow, how time flies. Writing this is even bringing tears to my eyes. I think that's why I like birds so much - I imagine they are my Grandparents. Soaring the sky, exploring the world, checking in on me every now and then. The year he left us, the Cardinals won the World Series. The year she left us, the Cardinals lost the World Series. Good one, Papa - I'm sure Grandma didn't appreciate your joke. Each time you fly over me it brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye, knowing you'll fly over me until the day I die.

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We never really know What happens in a person’s home. We can’t really know What happens when they’re alone. It’s every block and street Even from those we trust to lead. Too often parents turn And simply refuse to even heed. Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again. Not one in a million There are far too many suffering Not one in a thousand Even if parents don’t know a thing. Not one in a hundred That is only one small percent. They are the victims And they never gave their consent. Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again. Many think it’s a seldom thing Yet it is too large a fraction of the whole Robbing the children of youth And taking away the basis of their soul. They don’t want to admit it But if they care about them, they must Because abusing children is A vile way to steal from them their trust. Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

WAITING FOR THE RAINBOW

We never really know What happens in a person’s home. We can’t really know What happens when they’re alone. It’s every block and street Even from those we trust to lead. Too often parents turn And simply refuse to even heed. Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again. Not one in a million There are far too many suffering Not one in a thousand Even if parents don’t know a thing. Not one in a hundred That is only one small percent. They are the victims And they never gave their consent. Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again. Many think it’s a seldom thing Yet it is too large a fraction of the whole Robbing the children of youth And taking away the basis of their soul. They don’t want to admit it But if they care about them, they must Because abusing children is A vile way to steal from them their trust. Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again.

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A cardinal sings- Its own melody drags it down, preventing flight A bass filled tune that echoes in a cage of bone Every day it cries A hot spring that reflects its color Streaming onto the rest of the massive prison A grey man Older than the prison, as old as the cardinal Asks “Why do you cry in your lonesome, tender bird?" The cardinal sings- Its own melody deepens its intake of air With a bass filled tune it says: “Because I am alone."

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC

BrixArtan

A Bass Filled Tune

A cardinal sings- Its own melody drags it down, preventing flight A bass filled tune that echoes in a cage of bone Every day it cries A hot spring that reflects its color Streaming onto the rest of the massive prison A grey man Older than the prison, as old as the cardinal Asks “Why do you cry in your lonesome, tender bird?" The cardinal sings- Its own melody deepens its intake of air With a bass filled tune it says: “Because I am alone."

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You are a leader ship how I know this? cause I'm a leader ship too I can see the sinuous fibre of your very being take a look I bet you can see it too we are borne of the earth and the stars borne in the wind there are four cardinal directions, N E S W, do not forget about the intermediary be an intermediary ~ who wants to be a cardinal? we need our leader ships following their own true north 2D - 3D -- 4D --- 5D ---------------------------- > following the wormholes ... the aether following certain signs and symbols trust in divine feminine ... .. . .. ... masculine divine in trust trust in masculine divine ... .. . .. ... divine feminine in trust " 'It's all this!' He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line straight and true." ~ Kerouac Ship builders choose their timber mindfully Be mindful with your archetypes, Noah!

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Leader ship

You are a leader ship how I know this? cause I'm a leader ship too I can see the sinuous fibre of your very being take a look I bet you can see it too we are borne of the earth and the stars borne in the wind there are four cardinal directions, N E S W, do not forget about the intermediary be an intermediary ~ who wants to be a cardinal? we need our leader ships following their own true north 2D - 3D -- 4D --- 5D ---------------------------- > following the wormholes ... the aether following certain signs and symbols trust in divine feminine ... .. . .. ... masculine divine in trust trust in masculine divine ... .. . .. ... divine feminine in trust " 'It's all this!' He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line straight and true." ~ Kerouac Ship builders choose their timber mindfully Be mindful with your archetypes, Noah!

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