Four and Twenty Blackbirds

[Maria2394]

While I don't know from crows I do know a bit about Nursery Rhymes, so thought I'd share this.

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!​

Action Nursery Rhyme

Lovely lyric to this children's action nursery rhyme. The rye was purchased for sixpence to attract birds. Blackbirds, and other song birds, were actually eaten as a delicacy! However a court jester may well have suggested to the court cook to bake a pie crust and place this over some blackbirds to surprise and amuse the King! It would not be unreasonable for the blackbirds to look for revenge hence "When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!" Children love the action in this nursery rhyme of tweaking their nose!

hey Boo!!!
That rhyme is where I got the title for the thread

but every time I think of it, I hear the Beatle's song, cry baby cry, off their white album..spooky, isnt it ?

something like,

cry, baby cry, make your mother sigh
she's older enough to know better
so cry baby cry,
cry, cry cry...

my mom hated that song, i wore my album out in that part

 

[Maria2394]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive

oh my gosh, angeline, were our minds not in the same place, or what??

 

[Angeline]

oh my gosh, angeline, were our minds not in the same place, or what??

It wouldn't be the first time, sis, would it?

 

[Maria2394]

crow bait

I listened as the crow did cry
damp-faced all day, pacing the roadside
lamenting the path of sunlight
as his head was bobbing from side to side

Crow and his good friend the gartersnake,
had shared information on berry locations
and the death of said snake
was the only time crow ever cried

I doubt I will ever forget
the grate of his caw on my ears,
the mourning of crow,the smell of asphalt,
the day the gartersnake died,
and crow could only caw his displeasure
his sadness, his loss, in wails and squawks

of how will I ever
Carry on, carry on

 

[champagne1982]

I watch the clownish swagger as they approach;
only the foolish leave their dregs in soft bags
waiting for the crows.

They hop upon the green-black carcasses and pick
at one home's leavings as the winter frost rest on it,
waiting for the crows.

The tall streetlamp on the corner glimmers as a beacon
in the winter early morning, somehow, a perfect throne
waiting for the crows.

I find myself in mid-October, watching on those Tuesday mornings
as the garbage goes to the curb, in overstuffed soft bags
waiting for the crows.

 

[Maria2394]

I watch the clownish swagger as they approach;
only the foolish leave their dregs in soft bags
waiting for the crows.

They hop upon the green-black carcasses and pick
at one home's leavings as the winter frost rest on it,
waiting for the crows.

The tall streetlamp on the corner glimmers as a beacon
in the winter early morning, somehow, a perfect throne
waiting for the crows.

I find myself in mid-October, watching on those Tuesday mornings
as the garbage goes to the curb, in overstuffed soft bags
waiting for the crows.

I have seen that very scene, you caught it perfectly..just love the clownish swagger excellent

 

[Guest]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive

Aww, I love this song. Someone said they heard this on the radio a few years back and thought of me and cried.

Yes, I'm flying. Weeeee

Thanks for posting this Ange. I'm gonna be singing it all day. Not a bad thing. Not at all.

 

[jthserra]

Don't forget Wallace Stevens

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens


I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.



Pretty good for a full time corporate lawyer... part time poet.

 

[bogusbrig]

Crow's Fall


When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack it and defeat it.

He got his strength up flush and in full glitter.
He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
He aimed his beak direct at the sun's centre.

He laughed himself to the centre of himself

And attacked.

At his battle cry trees grew suddenly old,
Shadows flattened.

But the sun brightened—
It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.

He opened his mouth but what came out was charred black.

"Up there," he managed,
"Where white is black and black is white, I won."

Ted Hughes



Crow's Nerve Fails


Crow, feeling his brain slip,
Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder.

Who murdered all these?
These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood
Till he is visibly black?

How can he fly from his feathers?
And why have they homed on him?

Is he the archive of their accusations?
Or their ghostly purpose, their pining vengeance?
Or their unforgiven prisoner?

He cannot be forgiven.

His prison is the earth. Clothed in his conviction,
Trying to remember his crimes

Heavily he flies.

Ted Hughes

 

[jthserra]

Blackbird Field

I have an abandoned poem somewhere about the first battle of Kosovo at Blackbirds Field... I may have to dig it up and play with it some.

jim : )

 

[Guest]

Bye Bye Blackbird

Pack up all my care and woe,
Here I go,
Singing low,
Bye bye blackbird,
Where somebody waits for me,
Sugar's sweet, so is she,
Bye bye
Blackbird!

No one here can love or understand me,
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me,
Make my bed and light the light,
I'll be home late tonight,
Blackbird bye bye.

Pack up all my care and woe,
Here I go,
Singing low,
Bye (bye) bye (bye) blackbird.
(tchoo tchoo tchoo tchoo tchoo tchoo)
Where somebody waits for me,
Sugar's sweet, so is she,
Bye (bye) bye (bye) blackbird.
(tchoo tchoo tchoo tchoo tchoo tchoo)

No one here can love or understand me,
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me,
(Oh oh oh oh)
Make my bed, light that light,
I'll be home late tonight,
Blackbird...

Make my bed and light the light,
I'll be home late tonight,
Leave you bird jet in the sky
Toodle oo!
Farewell!
Bye bye!

Blackbird
(Blackbird,Blackbird)
We'll take the flying little blackbird bye!​

 

[Rybka]

Cold'n Love

Here is my best blackbird effort.


hello, this is a post, and this is my image:

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/ColdnLove.jpg%5b/IMG%5d

there it is, end of post.


If it doesn't show up it ain't my fault! ;) :p ;)

[CENTER][COLOR=Red][SIZE=4][B]SEE BELOW FOR POEM[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]
[RIGHT]~ [I](where Lauren demonstrates how to do it.)[/I] :o :confused: :o[/RIGHT]

 

[Angeline]

Here is my best effort.

Either that or he has a Marlboro in his other little foot.

 

[Rybka]

Either that or he has a Marlboro in his other little foot.

Angie, Are you saying that you see the picture/poem without having to click on the URL?? - All I see is the address.

I have never been able to figure out how to make a picture show up automatically on Literotica. The vB code that works on other sites doesn't seem to work here.

(PS: If anyone knows how to make my illustrated poem show up automatically when the post opens, please do so! [And then send me a PM or e-mail explaining exactly what to do.] )

 

[Angeline]

Angie, Are you saying that you see the picture/poem without having to click on the URL?? - All I see is the address.

I have never been able to figure out how to make a picture show up automatically on Literotica. The vB code that works on other sites doesn't seem to work here.

No, but when you first posted it there was a link I clicked that popped up the poem in a new window. Now I just see the address, but I think that's cause the last bit of code:

[/IMG]

is wrong.

You have this:

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/ColdnLove.jpg%5b/IMG%5d


let me try adding the code

[IMG]http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/ColdnLove.jpg%5b/IMG%5d

I tried it with URL, but it wouldn't open the page--ask Lauren; she'll know.

 

[Rybka]

No, but when you first posted it there was a link I clicked that popped up the poem in a new window. Now I just see the address, but I think that's cause the last bit of code:

[/IMG]

is wrong.

You have this:

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/ColdnLove.jpg%5b/IMG%5d


let me try adding the code

[IMG]http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/ColdnLove.jpg%5b/IMG%5d

I tried it with URL, but it wouldn't open the page--ask Lauren; she'll know.

??? Who do you think told me how to do this???

Angie, you at least got red X box. So it tried! I don't even get that!! (

 

[Du Lac]

damn! what a finish

ty anna...
du lac~

 

[Angeline]

??? Who do you think told me how to do this???

Angie, you at least got red X box. So it tried! I don't even get that!! (

Is her site down? I tried and couldn't get into it...

 

[DeepAsleep]

A Hypo Of Crow Semen

Last night, I wanted to bang a
glass syringe full of crow semen
right into the crook of my elbow
in a room with only one chair
needle dangling by bruised vein
cardboard on the windows.

~D.A.
I miss Hunter Thompson

 

[Angeline]

Not Heckel or Jeckyll
not personified cartoon
reductions perched
on a branch elbow wing
leaned on a cane bird mocking
elephants dissuaders of flight
but the distant hooded circle
of inhuman eyes that blink
predatory instinct and capture
imagination like an imperfect snowflake
intricate and fleeting in a momentary
melt, fleeting as my thought
if they spoke to me I heard
only a memory departed
brittle shiny once upon
a naked tree.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Rybka's poem:

 

[bluerains]

chilling images...

Rybka's poem:

no pun ...intended... details are remarkable..nice...blue


inspired me...still a wip...

Ruins of frail temporal minds
once sustained stability
in patterns of silvery crescendo.
Now , their forsaken kindred
hail beyond grey granite
as blackbirds of sorrow,
dwelling in bitter aftertaste
with their silicon dimension.

Dominions from limbo
spew webs of black tannin
as they perch upon
doomsday rocks
stitched by old grey goats,
whose coattails ride on wings
with the man in moon.

 

[Maria2394]

crow reflects upon Winter prowling

Garden did not suffer,we knew
the first hard freeze was coming.

Preparations were tokens of denial,
certainly this Indian summer will last
another month, but a week would do.

Awaiting the death of the coleus was painful,
slim black ladies withering into raspy stalks,
leaning into the brittle clutch of Winter.

And as their seed spikes bowed towards thatchy ground,
Tigress came snarling,
stalking another autumn
into another spring.

 

[Du Lac]

Maria this link is for you...

M. and I went hiking in a wonderful National Park. While there we were spoken to by this huge crow.... I could not get you out of my mind re: the crow and you interest.. it just seemed fitting to take this pic and share it with you....
hope you enjoy.
Du lac

 

[Maria2394]

M. and I went hiking in a wonderful National Park. While there we were spoken to by this huge crow.... I could not get you out of my mind re: the crow and you interest.. it just seemed fitting to take this pic and share it with you....
hope you enjoy.
Du lac

Thank you so much for thinking of me!! beautiful pic