A Bird's Eye View
April 2018
#112
Martin Luther King En La Montaña
En este día cuando el cielo se cayó
Y todo hablaron de los heridos del corazón
La gente no esperaron sus laágrimas
Y los trabajadores de Memphis
Las manos, los pies, la pobre vida y hambre
Y la huelga
Va nuestro derecho humano
El hermano Martin Luther King
Que lo mataron
Porque la voz de paz y amor, justicia no muere
Y en la casa del dueño
Porque sí, él ganó la guerra de un ejército de desempleo
Y hoy el 4 de abril cincuenta años pasó
Los ricos son mas rico y los pobres viven en el infierno
Y en América de Norte, con sus risas y más bajo,
Chupan a la sangre cada cada día
Con una bandera vieja
Pacífico, Atlántico, y el Caribe
Entre el viento del pueblo, el grito de dolor
A una generación desquedado
Y la pobreza y el apartheid
Vamos a reclamar a una página de historia
Y el la marcha del Boulevard de Martin Luther King en Newark
En la 125 en barrio de Harlem
El ritmo de la gente en unidad
A una gran rosa de paz y justicia
Sentimento humano
Antigua timba de Martin Luther King habló
Sobre la Guerra 51años en el Parque Central
Que una nación en Guerra se perdió su alma
Y el canto de paz, justicia, y trabajo,
El grito ahora
Martin Luther King On The Mountain
On this day when the sky fell
And everybody spoke of the wounded of the heart
The people did not wait for their tears
And the workers of Memphis
Hands, feet,
The poor life and hunger
And the strike
Our human right is going
Brother Martin Luther King
He was killed
Because the voice of peace and love, justice does not die
And in the owner's house
Because yes, he won the war by an unemployment army
And today on April 4, fifty years have passed
The rich are richer and the poor live in hell
And in North America, with its laughs and lower, self
They suck the blood every day
With an old flag
Pacific, Atlantic, and the Caribbean
Among the village wind, the cry of pain
To a generation descending
And poverty and apartheid
We are going to claim a page in history
And the march of Martin Luther King Boulevard in Newark
On 125 Street in the village of Harlem
The rhythm of people in unity
To a great rose of peace and justice
Human sentiment
An old drum by Martin Luther King spoke
About the War 51 years ago in Central Park
That a nation in war lost its soul
And the song of peace, justice, and work,
The cry now
© Carlos Raúl Dufflar 4/4/2018
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
A Bird's Eye View
A Bird's Eye View is a weird old thing
you'd think it'd be a really good fling
to fly so high,
into the sky
but they cannot fly up side down
they always look towards the groun'
don't ever see even one of the stars
so they miss the wonders of Jupiter and Mars
Their feathers keep them nice an' warm
while they search below for that swarm
of midgies, or a mouse, or even a worm
that'll feed the chicks before the storm
If you really enjoy hearing them sing
or watching when they're on the wing
Think before you uproot that hedge
and put them closer to the edge
of survival in this human world
into which they've been hurled
Instead, if you're able
put up another bird table
and make sure it's always properly set
Fit for a sparrow, a robin, a blackbird
and at a pinch
a starling
a pidgeon
a even finch or two ...
Dave Chambers
Newham Writers Workshop
Birds Eye View
There are moments in our lives when a birds eye view cries out to us. It can mean anything.
This time it’s moments through a tunnel that visits the outside world from inside the world of our eyes. Nothing is known until this test takes place.
The view of birds are just little black nodules funnelling their way through the great esteem of truth.
The birds eye view sits within our world of triumph. Back in the year of 1963...she looked outside the window driven by her uncle...He was driving an
HGV lorry.
It was his new job. He delivered frozen food to his customers, and would you believe, the firm was called BIRDS EYE...
(C) Josie Lawson All Rights Reserved 26/05/2018
GROW
The New Book
Sun trapped unseen
Moments of darkness
Fear in emotion the book says to me
Captured.
(C) Josie Lawson All Rights Reserved 28/04/2018
GROW
Flight Of Two Worlds (Tanka)
Freedom thus unfurled
In flight of outstretched pinions
Trapped in earthly sky
Till only death delivers,
The key that opens heaven.
Jan Hedger
WOW
On A Highland Hill (Tanka)
Eagle soars high in
silk winters powdery blue
of sky; as heather
is draped in cool white linen;
a golden feather floats by.
Jan Hedger
WOW
Supreme Weapon (Tanka)
Peregrine hunting
Adjusting wings in the air
Tail as a rudder
Eyes sharp as a thousand pins
Faster than a jet it falls.
Jan Hedger
WOW
The Birds Eyes In Viewings
The call the magnet drags sticks brings
The hilltop sings it's view below it's world
A glow to see the music cast in tranced
Traverse aducity flowers blind in bloom
Blood bloom in blog to verse in wild will
In the view outside the rocks in shelled
Spelling in smells so sweet the smell swell
In dwell fee deep the bliss behind the blinds
The views grand pianos keys beats walk
The mountain calls in ehco views wings
The feathers colours pencils birds eye glance
In grief and clay beneath the roots that feed
The sweetest tales scent in nostrils take
The views horizon is talked in sight beyond
John Joseph Sheehy