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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals–
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting–
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,–
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings–
I know why the caged bird sings!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sympathy/

When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Bangles, crystal
bangles!”
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must
take, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying,
“Bangles, crystal bangles!”
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school,
I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging
the ground.
He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes
with dust, nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun or
gets wet.
I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden with
nobody to stop me from digging.
Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to
bed,
I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and
down.
The lane is dark and lonely, and the street-lamp stands like
a giant with one red eye in its head.
The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at
his side, and never once goes to bed in his life.
I wish I were a watchman walking the streets all night,
chasing the shadows with my lantern.

Rabindranath Tagore

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vocation/

The popular nursery rhyme “Rock-A-Bye Baby Lullaby Song” Lyrics: Rock-a-bye, baby On the treetop When the wind blows The cradle will rock When the bough breaks The cradle will fall But mama will catch u Cradle and all Baby is drowsing Cozy and fair Mother sits near In her rocking chair Forward and back The cradle she swings And though baby sleeps He hears what she sings Hush a by baby Up in the sky On a soft cloud its easy to fly Angels watch keep watch Over as u sleep So hush a by baby Dont make a peep Rock a by baby Do not u fear Never mind baby Mother is near Wee little fingers Eyes are shut tight Now sound asleep Until morning light Download Hooplakidz Songs on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/hoopla-kidz/id439987868 Become a Hooplakidz Fan on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/hooplakidz 

What name do I have for you?
Certainly there is not name for you
In the sense that the stars have names
That somehow fit them. Just walking around,

An object of curiosity to some,
But you are too preoccupied
By the secret smudge in the back of your soul
To say much and wander around,

Smiling to yourself and others.
It gets to be kind of lonely
But at the same time off-putting.
Counterproductive, as you realize once again

That the longest way is the most efficient way,
The one that looped among islands, and
You always seemed to be traveling in a circle.
And now that the end is near

The segments of the trip swing open like an orange.
There is light in there and mystery and food.
Come see it.
Come not for me but it.
But if I am still there, grant that we may see each other.

John Ashbery

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-walking-around/

Cast your vote for the Pawn Stars when an Abraham Lincoln campaign poster comes up for grabs. Used in his 1864 re-election campaign during the Civil War, will it cost Rick a pretty penny or…

http://waynedefrancesco.com Enough already with the “Phil’s swing has changed” crap. It hasn’t changed at all, and Mickelson remains the most incredibly tale…

Electro Swing My Mix-Up of audio and video putting on the Ritz Electroswing with various old film mash ups for amusement Many thanks DJ Electro Swingable.