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Kyle Wheaton Sep 2012
Birdland
If you drive out through the farmland far enough,
eventually you'll come to the villages of four-bedroom houses,
and this is where I'm from.

At night, sometimes, while I'm back visiting you can hear me say,
"O Birdland, my how you've grown. But all the while
all the places that line my memories remain."

Now us children are spread from shore to shore,
on different land carrying different flags.
Now Birdland, waiting, grows on;
stretching to reach for the lost and the wandering,
shifting, unsure of what is missing.

"O Birdland all the while, all the houses
that inhabit our past remain."
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SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
birdland
^¡^

everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016
All except for the parrots.
They need to be plucked!

What kind of bird are YOU?

-
#love #poetry #truth #life #song #poets #birds #talent #irony
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SøułSurvivør Sep 2020
birdland
everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016
All except for the parrots.
They need to be plucked!

What kind of bird are YOU?

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
#love #poetry #truth #life #song #poets #birds #talent #writing #irony
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Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
Birdland
Broken flight

They went down somewhere
in the trees

The sky is sad
and full of remorse

But never Calliope

Broadway and 52

God knows
they got to you

She sings songs
of their misfortune

Decidely the muse and
mother of importune
#myth #history #origin #blues #jazz #club #music #magpies
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Eliot Greene Jun 2013
Resurrection
If Charlie Parker
Could hang his hopes
That someone
In some lost corner of history
Could blow a soaring reunion
With birdland fingers
Tremble dancing in flock

Then in this sapphire of an evening
His old ghost
Is pushing thermals for
These wings of notes to wander in
As they search for some secret progression  
That unlocks the amber stairway
To the burgundy heaven of jazz
Drink long enough and swint your eyes  
And you might almost mistake the
Stage lights for halos

This was a resurrection in B flat
That curved its broken body into the great throat of god
And begged us to come drink deep
From the red wine redemption of his voice
What else could we do but fill our glasses
And sip our way into sainthood
Off the liquid sound of heavens saxophone
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Kelly Rose Nov 2014
Music Fills Her Soul
Music fills her soul
as different
melodies capture her moods
who hasn't yearned
for that country
somebody did somebody wrong song
or just feeling
crazy
or want to jazz it up with
a little of the Latino explosion
visiting Birdland when all else fails
dancing the night away to Donna
saving that last dance for someone special
chilling to the smooth blues' riff
as Michael Grimm crones
how you don't know him
every now and then
when the mood is
right
moonlight sonata calls
and romance and roses win the night
who can resist
when a gal's
in the mood
or sitting before a campfire
signing of the harvest moon
sometimes a body just feels lost
looking for a way to get "closer to god
and f#@%ing like an animal
to feel alive
or banging it out
to AC/DC
beebooping to Madonna or Lady Gaga,
or justifying that
bad love
trying to convince
yourself
that you *like the way he lies
maybe relaxing and
using your imagination
while you talk about stupid girls
and all that garbage
listening to the B52s
and
doing the *rock lobster
11/24/2014
Inspired by Quinnfinn aka Wolf Spirit
variety is the spice of life
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Windsor I Guadalupe Jr Oct 2015
Birdland
in the swollen eve of night,
we are light trilling on boughs
and the same bird that arrives
in the morning
is the same bird that abandons us
in the evening,

half-illuminated in flight,
surrounded by the quake of the world,
i take this edge of silence
and its shine-meshed motions
propping up the shadow and defeating
it after with no hesitation, no sallow contrition, no ravening contention;
the night's tenement is the
same clout of daylight's lulled out prisoner: take honestly by saying laughter
and its meager dance frothing in the mouth, shying away into atrial flutters.

feasting in the wind, unfettered, loosely
ambling like waters set free in the vein
of the autumnal world

we've gone where nobody else went,
scared of our freedom, our reluctance to glance back at our petrified images,
willed with a different fire we didn't know our hearths possessed,

on and on, past cathedrals,
     past synagogue bells which word not
  our names, only the mornings we have
   scattered and recollected, bannering
     through our lives, separate, joining all
  that has defied their deaths,
    the unscathed flowers of the garden
and the sheen of whose eyes lost
  their youthful glint,

  on and on,
  never returning, mapping
  a labyrinth of its own.
#poem #poetry
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Brandon Apr 2011
Angry Bird Massacre
One bird sings a swan song
Lonesome on the telephone wire
Staring down at his fallen flock
A ****** of decay
Rotting in the hot desert sun of Birdland
Slim pickings for the vultures in this angry bird massacre
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SE Reimer Feb 2016
call
~

•she  sounds  her  clarion  call... •

•to   birds  of  every  feather•

•be  they   large  or  small•

•heavenly…    everyone•

•for they are angels all!•

•‘calling    all   angels,’•

•with quill  in-scribe•

•with prose enthrall•

••winged  lovelies••

•leave  your  fight•

•find respite from•

•••migration's•••

•••• flight••••

•each to take•

•your sacred•

•••place•••

••within••

••these••

hallowed

•halls.•

­•••

••

•

~

post script.

"birdland" by SoulSurvivor
the inspiration for this one.  
she who loves unconditionally
is also one who others coalesce round.
and whether she chose it or no,
she is nonetheless a leader among us,
a bird to which we flock.
you who know her well will agree,
as one who shares so unabashedly
and who in such intimate detail
shares her daily struggle
and her daily triumphs,
and who encourages soooo freely,
she is herself a joy to read;
and is one i can say without reservation,
she defines "friend"!!

much love to you, SoulSurvivor!

if you've not "met" her,
or ever read her poems,
begin with this one:  
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1546434/birdland/
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chimaera Sep 2014
Rhapsody in blue(*)
Don’t stop me now!

Baby, it’s cold outside,
tears in heaven
in a foggy day,
and mine are
the emptiest arms in the world…!

I dreamed a dream
beside an open fireplace,
entered the tunnel of love.

Don’t stop me now,
lover man!

Come softly to me,
see the shape of my heart
in my words of love.

Don’t stop me now,
let it be,
this tangled up blue,
my heart on the mend.

One step closer,
lover man,
ain’t no sunshine
if we keep
love on the rocks.

Don’t stop me now…

I’ll bring you a rainbow
with all the colors of the wind!
Follow the yellow brick road,
I’ll meet you halfway!
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree,
by the moon river,
and we’ll
imagine
a stairway to heaven!

Baby, come to me
dance with me,
cheek to cheek,
whisper in my ear
a lullaby of birdland.

Don’t stop me now…

If you go away
when will my life begin…?

Castles are made of sand…

I can see clearly now.
Raindrops keep falling in my head
and autumn leaves are
blowing in the wind…

I say a little prayer for you
and then
something stupid,
like
I love you
and
- don’t stop me now -
I fall
asleep.
(*) A text for a poetry challenge in www.legendfire.com, using only song titles...
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LIST of song titles (and a jazz theme) and artists:
Rhapsody in blue - Gershwin
Don’t stop me now - Queen
Baby, it’s cold outside - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Jordan
Tears in heaven - Eric Clapton
A foggy day - Fred Astaire
Emptiest arms in the world - Merle Haggard
I dreamed a dream - Les Misérables (movie soundtrack)
Beside an open fireplace - Rudy Vallée
The tunnel of love - Dire Straits
Lover man - Billie Holliday
Come softly to me - The Fleetwoods
The shape of my heart - Sting
Words of love - Buddy Holly
Let it be - The Beatles
Tangled up blue - Bob Dylan
Heart on the mend - Sylvia
One step closer - Sylvia
Ain’t no sunshine - Bill Withers
Love on the rocks - Neil Diamond
I’ll bring you a rainbow - Tony Bennett
Colors of the wind - Pocahontas (movie soundtrack)
Follow the yellow brick road - The wizard of Oz (movie soundtrack)
I’ll meet you halfway - David Cassidy
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree - Tony Orlando & Dawn
Moon river - Audrey Hepburn
Imagine - John Lennon
Stairway to heaven - Led Zeppelin
Dance with me - Orleans
Cheek to cheek - Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Lullaby of birdland - Ivorysong
If you go away - Shirley Bassey
When will my life begin - Tangled (movie soundtrack)
Castles are made of sand - Jimi Hendrix
I can see clearly now - Nash
Raindrops keep falling in my head - B.J.Thomas
Autumn leaves - Nat King Cole
Blowing in the wind - Bob Dylan
I say a little prayer for you - Aretha Franklin
Something stupid - Frank Sinatra
Asleep - The Smiths (The perks of being a wallflower - movie soundtrack)
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Cedric McClester Apr 2015
106 RIVINGTON
By: Cedric McClester

It wasn’t fit for livin’ in
But 106 Rivington
Was where musicians got it in
And some of ‘em even began
Where drummers let loose on their drums
A rat tat tat ba-*** *** ***
From all over we would come
To play and hear 'em play their drums

106 Rivington
May not have been worth living in
But was ideal for playin when
We needed space to practice in

Like Birdland sadly it is gone
And sumthin’ ‘bout that feels so wrong
Though memories no doubt live on
And we’ll just have to move along
We can’t complain because it’s done
We all had one hell-of-a-run
Not to mention lots of fun
Here’s to the setting of the sun

Some will lament others will morn
A part of history now is gone
But there will be another dawn
And we will play another song

106 Rivington
May not have been worth living in
But was ideal for playin when
We needed space to practice in

Given the low rent we paid
It was like one big parade
At 106 friendships were made
From the foundations that we laid
But times moves on and so must we
What the future holds we’ll havta see
Guess we’ll just have to let it be
Cos I don’t know so don’t ask me

Some will lament others will morn
A part of history is now gone
But we will play another song
And there will be another dawn

106 Rivington
May not have been worth living in
But was ideal for playin when
We needed space to practice in


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
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Impeccable Space Poetess Jun 2015
You have to find your centre!
You have to find your centre
Embraced we have to find the core
Delusional are paths of poetry
Some blond chrisp chiks
Started a raging fire
Recognizing
A turmoil
But she
Is
Not
A silly
Birdland
She's your cat
She loves your car
Driven words of despair
Now stop it stop it stop it
Embraced taping on my back
Everything is in vain, I'll work till I drop dead georgeous!
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Whit Howland Sep 2020
Birdland
but before you go
can I ask you

was there a rhyme
reason purpose or

meaning of the thing

I ask this

because they're playing and
singing

your anthem your
lullaby

that'll slip you into dreamland

Whit Howland © 2020
#blackmountainpoet
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Cedric McClester Aug 2017
106 RIVINGTON
By: Cedric McClester

It wasn’t fit for livin’ in
But 106 Rivington
Was where musicians got it in
And some of ‘em even began
Where drummers let loose on their drums
A rat tat tat ba-*** *** ***
From all over we would come
To play and hear 'em play their drums

106 Rivington
May not have been worth living in
But was ideal for playin when
We needed space to practice in

Like Birdland sadly it too is gone
And sumthin’ ‘bout that feels so wrong
Though memories no doubt will live on
And we’ll just have to move along
We can’t complain because it’s done
We all had one hell-of-a-run
Not to mention lots of fun
Here’s to the setting of the sun

Some will lament others will morn
A part of history is now gone
But there will be another dawn
And we will play another song

106 Rivington
May not have been worth living in
But was ideal for playin when
We needed space to practice in

Given the low rent that we paid
It was like being in one big parade
At 106 friendships were made
From the foundations that we laid
But times moves on and so must we
What the future holds we’ll havta see
Guess we’ll just have to let it be
Cos I don’t know so don’t ask me

Some will lament others will morn
A part of history is now gone
But we will play another song
And there will be another dawn

106 Rivington
May not have been worth living in
But was ideal for playin when
We needed space to practice in



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2017.  All rights reserved.
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JoJo Nguyen Jul 6
Driftin
Idk

I don't know witch side I'm on
I can't tell my left from right or
my right from wrong
Us 3 say I'm a fool, say I'm nothing
but like a Canta loop
in our Birdland
You are there

Ik

5 minutes ago
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Sid Lollan Dec 2021
Green Variations
A green light shone and like ectoplasm lay over Yesterday’s

intuition of the future. Tomorrow suspended in the wriggling
fate of jelly before colloidal dawn. it transformed

when Tomorrow leaked out and became an animal
of almost ravenous occasion. hungry for blood

certainty. A tooth fanged for the squalor of success
without colon for the enemy of despair. I was there

when Jesus Christ transmuted miracle
into a happening. when Freud proclaimed:

Dreams are the crumpled chickenscratchnotes
in the fist of all beginnings. when Charlie Parker

played Stravinsky to Stravinsky
at Birdland. when Borges transcribed

those notes. and heard Cervantes laugh.
When Woolf confounded Odysseus, and

found Homer, oldcouragebearded, grinning
on the other side of three millennia. Was I there
before the green light. yes,

we were all there.
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