Quotes about swoop, page 6
The Soul Bound In Stone
children hide guard well
your dreaming soaring hearts
least the griffin swoop down
descending quickly fearfully
suddenly with a sweeping
tearing envious prey upon flight
sudden swift attack aerial attack
rapid raid movement sudden sortie
is vile attack upon innate imagination
children a griffin is a monster
with the head and wings of an eagle
and the body and tail of a lion
the attack usually made from thin air
unprovoked usually made from the air
upon somebody something wonderful
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Show and tell day
It was the day for show and tell
I took my pet parrot along to class
Everything went excessively well
Until it unexpectedly turned wild
It swept off the teacher’s secret wig
With a strong swoop from its perch
Everyone’s eyes turned really big
At the confused parrot’s sudden lurch
The stunned class went berserk
The parrot screeched in absolute fright
Panic seized Tommy, the anxious nerd
With lightning speed he took flight
Grabbing the teacher’s favourite jug
I filled it up with tidbits for my pet
Racing to the petrified bird over a rug
It responded to the treat as fast as a jet
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poem by Ice Cube
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Bombs Away
In the skies above us
the birds tirelessly fly,
their aerial displays
are better than our own.
The sail across the currents effortlessly
and on their bombing raids
their targeting is precise.
Their bombs do not kill or maim,
but do mess things up a bit.
Never park under a tree
as they have a particular delight
of targets parked there.
They seem to like
the colour red when bombing
and their evidence is always seen.
Our feathered friends
swoop down from the sky
and enjoy their bombing practice
when one comes into sight.
The leader yells TALLY HO
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poem by David Harris
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Once The Sun Has Been Stolen
I do not know what even the purpose of dining room or table is for anymore.
Family is about togetherness, yet we all must have our course of independence.
But what if we over indulge in these meals, gluttony can be a lonely existence when your all alone.
A wish to be on your own.
But do you understand what that even means?
Hopefully help isn't far when called.
But what if it is?
What if all communication dies?
Could you still survive?
Or have you been living a complete lie?
With every luxury we take for grant their someone out their who has not this accommodation.
Feels kinda cozy like a crutch you could forever lean upon.
But in one swell swoop it could be ripped right from underneath you.
Poof and its gone.
~The sun can only be stolen once.
And then we will be forever in darkness.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Crossing The Tropics
From 'The Saya-y-Manto.'
While now the Pole Star sinks from sight
The Southern Cross it climbs the sky;
But losing thee, my love, my light,
O bride but for one bridal night,
The loss no rising joys supply.
Love, love, the Trade Winds urge abaft,
And thee, from thee, they steadfast waft.
By day the blue and silver sea
And chime of waters blandly fanned--
Nor these, nor Gama's stars to me
May yield delight since still for thee
I long as Gama longed for land.
I yearn, I yearn, reverting turn,
My heart it streams in wake astern
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poem by Herman Melville
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The ocean and me
I played in the ocean,
that drowned a thousand men,
that sunk the titanic,
and many boats since then,
i played as if it was safer then safe,
as if its water,
many lives it did not take.
I sat on it's sands,
with the sun gleaming down,
and no one for miles,
could be seen,
with a frown.
I stared into it's magnificence,
it's glorious magnificence,
the kind of amazingness,
you see once in a,
lifetime.
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poem by Sandra jacks
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Fighting You, Fighting Me
I keep going through
Phases of common sense
That shock me with a clear view
Until you reappear in a hazy lens
I sweep away your mist
But then you grab my hand
I struggle to make a fist
But in one touch you rearrange my plans
Its like you know when I make up my mind
Because thats when you swoop in and leash me
And I've never been so comfortable when I'm so confined
And I can't fight you when you strip me of my energy
Slowly you retract my pointed finger
As I remind you of your indifferent attacks
I turn away and close my eyes but there you linger
And you have the strength that I seem to lack
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poem by Aria Siren
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Weston-Super-Mare
The sun is always shining
In Weston-Super-Mare;
At least it always has been
Whenever we've been there.
The beach is nice and sandy,
It's long and clean and wide;
The trouble is it's full cars...
Unless there is a tide.
We haven't been there too much
Because it's quite a drive,
We first must go to Taunton,
Then on to the M five.
It takes about an hour,
Depending on our speed;
Then when we're there and parked up
We usually have a feed.
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poem by John Carter Brown
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The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man
One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,
One's tootings at the weddings of the soul
Occur as they occur. So bluish clouds
Occurred above the empty house and the leaves
Of the rhododendrons rattled their gold,
As if someone lived there. Such floods of white
Came bursting from the clouds. So the wind
Threw its contorted strength around the sky.
Could you have said the bluejay suddenly
Would swoop to earth? It is a wheel, the rays
Around the sun. The wheel survives the myths.
The fire eye in the clouds survives the gods.
To think of a dove with an eye of grenadine
And pines that are cornets, so it occurs,
And a little island full of geese and stars:
It may be the ignorant man, alone,
Has any chance to mate his life with life
That is the sensual, pearly spuse, the life
That is fluent in even the wintriest bronze.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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An Epistle
They taught to pray to God
When I was less than five
I prayed to God
to take away my life
Since then I have prayed to him
now and then
to kill me
I am 65 now
Readers I assure you
God if any is surely Deaf
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poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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