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Array ( [sid] => 132684 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Freedom I Breathe. [time] => 2007-03-14 00:36:58 [hometext] => No money, No fame but Freedom is all that a true poet longs for...just like a cuckoo bird. [bodytext] =>
That time of the year; I was just nine,
walked beneath lash garden trees, laid in fine line;
teasing nippy current of air nibbled my cheeks,
as I heard a song of a cuckoo bird - its wasn’t a trick..

Jumping and hopping joyously she the cuckoo bird
flew freely from tree to tree, “my, my,” said I -
“why aren’t you like the bird I know that nests
in the clock on the wall so high?”

“What‘s so great this bird that nests
in the clock on the wall so high?” she queried;
me with pride said, “she‘s my friend
sings hour after hour every hour without a dent.”

I resumed, “She neither flies nor cries
her eyes dry and never shiest cared by all,
dwells in a home of her own; she neither
Eats nor drinks, sings every hour with no end.

“I pity her though,” the cuckoo cried. “Look at me,
I ‘m free, I may sing or may not on every tree,
happens to be my wish, b’cause I ‘m free and you
better believe - that is the way I live, if not, I cease to breathe.”

Freedom is all that I need to recite the song you read,
liberty I inhale to match sweet nightingale, if not I cease to breathe.”
-FRANCO-
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Freedom I Breathe.

Contributed by FRANCO on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 12:36:58 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems




That time of the year; I was just nine,
walked beneath lash garden trees, laid in fine line;
teasing nippy current of air nibbled my cheeks,
as I heard a song of a cuckoo bird - its wasn’t a trick..

Jumping and hopping joyously she the cuckoo bird
flew freely from tree to tree, “my, my,” said I -
“why aren’t you like the bird I know that nests
in the clock on the wall so high?”

“What‘s so great this bird that nests
in the clock on the wall so high?” she queried;
me with pride said, “she‘s my friend
sings hour after hour every hour without a dent.”

I resumed, “She neither flies nor cries
her eyes dry and never shiest cared by all,
dwells in a home of her own; she neither
Eats nor drinks, sings every hour with no end.

“I pity her though,” the cuckoo cried. “Look at me,
I ‘m free, I may sing or may not on every tree,
happens to be my wish, b’cause I ‘m free and you
better believe - that is the way I live, if not, I cease to breathe.”

Freedom is all that I need to recite the song you read,
liberty I inhale to match sweet nightingale, if not I cease to breathe.”
-FRANCO-




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Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 01:24:36 AM AEST
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The song of freedom and put in your wonderful style of simple natural understanding. It puts me in mind of something I would hear from the lips of a tibetan monk to teach a child the meaning of freedom.


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 03:33:38 AM AEST
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Beautiful, I love how you've used the comparision between the free cuckoo and the cuckoo in the clock that is trapped in an endlessly monotonous cycle in order to convey your point. Very well done,

Dom


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 03:45:26 AM AEST
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Wonderful..freadom is all that I need to recite the song you read. :-)venkat


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 10:32:52 AM AEST
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very good.keep it up.i like how u used your mind in this write.


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by MisfitMe on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 08:29:59 PM AEST
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Fanciful & Enchanting!!!
I like this side of you...a lot

BigLove,
~me


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 09:10:01 PM AEST
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oh Franco, you have touched on a very defining and emotional fact of the poet. The freedom just to write ..
I SO understand where you are coming from here. Stanzas, rhymes and the words that are the cohesiveness
of the piece itself are the life-blood of the poet. Truly. Without this "freedom of expression", what is the poet
to do? Emotions would bottle inside the heart and soul until they explode, taking the poet with them ... Yes,
your last two lines are utter and complete perfection, my friend.

The piece was entirely enlightening and beautiful. And for me, death would certainly befall, were I not be
allowed the freedom to not only, pen, but read exceptional poetry such as found right here on your page.

Enchanting and superb, my friend.

~Breezy


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 09:17:58 PM AEST
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This is the addendum to the state motto of New Hampshire.

Brilliant

Peace
Yang


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 18th March 2007 @ 04:29:49 AM AEST
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Very beautifull.
I luv your analogy.
big huggs, always freedom,
emy


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Sunday, 18th March 2007 @ 09:17:27 PM AEST
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Excellent Excellent
Masterful flow.


Re: Freedom I Breathe. (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 29th April 2007 @ 01:50:35 PM AEST
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absolutely beautiful!!!

love n' hugs nessa

roses




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