Birdblog`s Literary Corner

Christmas and the Cross

2011-12-25T08:47:00.000-08:00

by Timothy Birdnow

A prisoner of his own fault
ensnared in vain and doomed default
Man walks this world in pain and loss
His only hope is Christmas and the Cross

I looked about in sore despair
A world so wore and full of care
winds unfurled; at sea were tossed
Yet all still flee from Chrismas and the Cross

How can it be if there be God
that Man should suffer iron rod?
I pray my plea to Heaven's gloss
A way must be to Chrismas and the Cross

my brain so full of this assault
my train of thought in much tumult
My bed disquiet, I pitch and toss
I can find no rest, no Christmas nor the Cross

But He endured though much to bear
and took the chore of judgement chair
His birth the sages did emboss
the pages spoke of Chrismas and the Cross

for Christ did come and without halt
to save the sum with no exalt
and Man is freed from that dreadful cost
Yes, there truly is a Chrismas, and a Cross

Now free from my iniquity I soar with no real care
I now can see the Christmas tree, so beautiful and fair
A Savior born on this bright day, the veil torn across
salvation come on Christmas day, and finished with the Cross!
And finished with the Cross...

The OWS Camptown Ladies

2011-11-21T14:18:00.000-08:00

Timothy Birdnow

I banged out this little ditty to the tune of Camptown Races, with apologies to Stephan Foster:

The camptown ladies sing this song
doo-dah, doo-dah
it's getting cold and I've lost my bong
oh-da-doo-dah-day!

Gonna protest all night,
gonna protest all day
I got no money, I'm a leftist hag
and the bourgeois pigs will pay!

The long-haired hippies treat me like a whore
doo-dah, doo-dah
They're all worked up by Michael Moore
Oh-da-doo-dah-day!

Gonna protest all night,
gonna protest all day
I got no money, I'm a leftist hag
and the bourgeois pigs will pay!

We've got no showers or t.v.
doo-dah, doo-dah
But we do have crabs and some t.b.
oh-the-doo-dah-day!

Gonna protest all night,
gonna protest all day
I got no money, I'm a leftist hag
and the bourgeois pigs will pay!

We stink, we're loud, and quite irate
doo-dah, doo-dah
we all demand a Marxist state!
oh-da-do-dah-day!

Gonna protest all night,
gonna protest all day
I got no money, I'm a leftist hag
and the bourgeois pigs will pay!

We have no money to pay the rent
doo-dah, doo-dah
so we hang out here inside a tent
oh-da-do-dah-day!

we'd rather live here like some slobs
doo-dah, doo-dah
then waste our time on real jobs
oh-da-do-dah-day!

We only want what we deem fair
doo-dah, doo-dah
free food and schools and free healthcare
oh-da-do-dah-day!!

so we hang around and smoke our dope
doo-dah, doo-dah
though desperately we need some soap
oh-da-do-dah-day

we're going to riot and roads block
doo-dah, doo-dah
all for our hero named Barack
oh-da-do-da-day

Gonna protest all night,
gonna protest all day
I got no money, I'm a leftist hag
and the bourgeois pigs will pay!

Congratulations to Alan Caruba

2011-10-30T07:03:00.001-07:00

Timothy Birdnow

Contributor Alan Caruba has a new arrival; Zachary Caruba just arrived into this world. Let's all wish the newest Caruba a hearty welcome, and congratulate the proud uncle!

Read about it here. http://www.canadafreepress.com/index.php/submissions

Immanent World War?

2011-10-30T06:25:00.000-07:00

Timothy Birdnow

Adam Yoshida lays out a compelling case for a coming Third World War in a piece at American Thinker.

http://www.americanthinker.com/2011/10/could_we_see_world_war_three_in_our_lifetimes.html

He's right; too many balls are in the air, and there is no one capable of juggling. Sooner or later this whole situation will explode. The World looks like Europe in 1913.

Obama Nation

2008-03-04T11:54:00.000-08:00

By Timothy Birdnow

Obama Nation
is out on vacation
right out of their skulls for this gent
a new generation
of the left`s vegetation
believing he`s Heavenly sent!

He`s for liberation
and hope and salvation
there`s plenty of room in his tent
for burning oblations
and standing ovations
the yearning of his sycophants.

Obama Nation
a loud syncopation
although it`s not clear what he meant
a thrilling sensation
a spell of libation
till all their emotions are spent.

On foreign relations
with bellicose nations
their guy just has clearly no hint.
It`s all good vibrations
and global cantations
and national embarassment.

What an abomination!
It`ll bring desolation
our taxes will already be spent
and give degradation
to our to the American situation.
He`ll grind us with his government.

But the Obama Nation
awaits elevation
of their savior to be President
with the Dem`s nomination
to that glorious station
they will have Barack`s New Covenant!

The Ballad of Robert Byrd

2007-02-05T07:48:00.000-08:00

He was a kleagle in a klavern
burnin` crosses for the Klan,
he`s a white trash 99er
glad his daughter isn`t tan!

He was born a West Virginin`
in a cardbord paper shack
as a boy he and his kin`un
made their clothes of burlap sack.

Robert Byrdie, Robert Byrdie
Robert Byrd, the Senate Dean
though he may be forced to say it
can`t believe Obama`s clean.

walked to school with snow a blowin`
in his bare or stockinged feet
through the coal piles that were growin`
as he stitched his first white sheet.

Robert Byrdie, Robert Byrdie
Robert Byrd, the Senate`s soul
found the Democrats appeal
beat the work of mining coal.

Went to Congress as a liberal
though he`d fought to segregate
now he guards the Senate`s conscience
while he sees that pork inflate.

Robert Byrdie, Robert Byrdie
Robert Byrd, we all agree
just ain`t nothin but a bumpkin
a West Virginia hillbilly!

He was a Kleagle in a Klavern
burning crosses for the Klan
sounds just like he left the tavern
and he needs to eat more bran.

Robert Byrdie, Robert Byrdie
Robert Byrd, Pro Tempore
thinks he`s bigger than ``white...peoples``
and that coloreds should obey.

Jihadist Nursery Rhymes

2006-09-27T05:46:00.000-07:00

In honor of Ramadan, I decided to try to bridge the cultural gap between ourselves and our Islamofascist friends. You can get a good feel for a culture by their nursery rhymes; ever wonder what Jihadists teach their (future suicide bomber) children? I suspect their rhymes go something like these:

HI DIDDLE DOO

Hi diddle doo
We`ll kill every Jew.
Our camels will poop on their graves.
Bin-Laden would laugh to hear such a report
and we`ll make all the rest of them slaves!

YUSEF THE THUG

Yusef the Thug
sat on his prayer rug
eating his Ramadan pie.
Along came Hasad
with a bomb for Jihad
saying ``time now for many to die``!

THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT

The Owl and the Pussycat
went to Jihad
wearing a beautiful pea-green boot.
They took several rifles, a lot of explosives
and learned how to hijack and shoot.

MUHAMMAD BE NIMBLE

Muhammad be nimble
Muhammad be quick
Muhammad blast down
with his dynamite stick!

If I come up with any more, I`ll be sure to post them.

Tim`s Published Articles

2006-07-21T15:48:00.000-07:00

Here is a list of my published articles:

Hydraulic Fractured Fairy Tales

Obama's Fascist America in 10 Easy Steps

The Bore Wars

British Police Raid Climategate Blogger's Home

The Hamiltonian Newt at Conservative HQ

The Essence of America Revealed in Game 6 of the World Series

The Beast comes to the Bayou?

More Evidence the Warmists are Wrong

PBS Alters Transcript to Hide Obama Gaffe

The Warmists Strike Back

What's in a Name?

The Protocols of the Elders of Liberalism

Warmist Cargo Cult Science Returns

the Cruelty of Caesar's Charity

Buy Me Some Peanuts and Crackerjack

Immolation of the Koran

Courage in Missouri

Power Corrupts

Global Warming Health Scare

Not the Shot Heard Round the World

Your Papers, Please!

Snow Blind

GOP Caving on Pursuit of Climategate (at Conservative HQ)

Victory at C

The Thunder and the Firecracker

Why Sue Arizona and not Missouri

The Case Against AGW - Pluto

First, Do No Harm

Canada Free Press Articles

the Accidental Landlords

Dreams of their Fathers

The New Cold War and how America can Win

Obamacare and the Sorcerer`s Apprentice

Why the Birth Certificate Issue is Important

Money for Nothing

Obama's Failure of Moral Courage

Cyberbullying Laws and the Moral Code

Missouri Police Given Chilling Instructions

Cold Hard Facts and the Big Boned Climate Theory

Martian Methane Suggests Solar and not Human Induced Warming

Rumors of the Death of Arctic Sea Ice Greatly Exaggerated

Green Policies Mean Less Green in our Wallets

Obama Giveth and Obama Taketh Away

Obama`s Desperate Equivalency Gambit

Drill Here Drill Now Helped End Russia-Georgia Conflict

Solar Winds Cooling Warmist Alarm

Political Power Flowing from the Pump

The Right to Mobility

55 MPH; No Blood for Oil

The Green Frontier; Environmental Sentimentalism and Reverse Manifest Destiny

The Green Cross; Inhuman Humanism

The Progressive Road to Hell at Orthodoxy Today

John McCain and the Rollover Republicans

The Race for the Bomb-Then and Now

The Enemy of My Enemy

Junk Neuropsychology

The Essence of War

The Return of the Old Gods; A Challenge to Green Evangelicals

Of Ants and Immigrants (at Intellectual Conservative)

Noah`s Flood Cancelled

Fostering the Tortilla Revolution (At Intellectual Conservative)

Limits of the Nanny State

Hose Colored Glasses

Paradise Lost; Why the Left Loves Muhammed

Where`s the Beef?

The Oath that Binds

St. Louis; The Democrats Paradise

Morning in Vienna

EMP and the Unfought Victory

Plantation America

Empty Womb

The Mad King and the Crazy Left

The Case Against Darwin

The First Right

Barbarian Invasions

It`s a Brave New World after Teri Schiavo Dies

Hot Air

The Hydra Lives

Moment of Truth

The Night Before Fitzmas

2005-12-19T14:59:00.000-08:00

(with apologies to Clement Clark Moore):

Twas the night before Fitzmas, in the Senate and House
all the Democrats were stirring; Teddy Kennedy was soused

The indictments were hung around Howard Dean`s lair
in the hopes to get Rove in a defendent`s chair

and with Dick in his turban and Byrd in his sheet
Harry Reid fairly drooled over Dr. Frist`s seat.

Then from high on the Hill there arose such a blather
all the Democrats thought that it must be Dan Rather.

Away to the pressroom they flew, oh so fast
for Fitzgerald was coming with indictments at last!

With Bill`s hand on the breast of a fresh young intern
The Dem`s all awaited the Grand Jury`s return.

Then the cameras did roll and old Fitz spoke his piece
and the Democrat hopes soon began to decease

``In the matter of Plame``, Fitz was forced to confess,
``only one can I name, though I`ve sure done my best``.

Then what in the Democrats eyes should appear
but a look of despair and a river of tear

a wail from Pelosi and a sob from Dick Durbin
Uncle Ted so upset he downed a full gallon of bourbon.

Fitz looked like a peddler as he opened his brief
sad though he was to have brought liberals to grief

Scooter Libby he named, with a wink in his eye
``He was all I could get, all the Jury would buy.``

He spoke at great length as he went `bout his work
he bragged of his strength, and how Bush is a jerk

and moving his tie to the side of his neck
he tried hard to make good of his Grand Jury train wreck.

Chuck Schumer was glum, Biden beat on his chest
while old Ted drank a case of cold Milwaukee`s Best

Then, with a bow, Fitz fairly ran out the door
leaving shock and dismay and Ted drunk on the floor

And I heard them all say as Fitz fled from their sight
``Fitzmas sure was a bust-except for those on the Right!``

THE END

The Moderate (An Ode to the Rinos)

2005-08-21T15:15:00.000-07:00

In the course of world events
it is wise to sit upon the fence
and divorce yourself from those right-wing gents
a moderate man I`ll be!

I`ve a mighty will for what`s weak and mild
and the record`s nil which I have compiled
for it makes me ill when I am reviled
a moderate man is me!

I command my views which I can`t define
though I`m oft confused still I stand resigned
and I rarely choose of my own design
a moderate man you see!

I will back each horse to maintain suspense
and revise my course based on inducements
while my thoughts defy any common sense
a moderate man, indeed!

The Witches

2005-08-21T15:13:00.000-07:00

In dead of night the witches creep
like spiders in a bed.
In dread delight their riches reap
from young girls they`ve misled.

With lies their Devils Plot unfurls;
cajoling with forked tongue
the Witches try to trick young girls
into murdering their young.

They claw inside scared mothers womb
the unborn child their feast.
Denied the covers of the tomb
forelorn, defiled, deceased!

Stoke the furnace hot with coals!
The unborn won`t be missed!
Pour out the bowls of children`s souls
Hells` scornful Eucharist!

Then take the head; the blood runs red!
While wet with death, the Coven
they bake their bread of children dead
in Margaret Sanger`s oven!

And they devise to hide the cries
of the myriad tiny souls
whose blood decries the Witches lies
while their bodies rot in holes!

Young mothers used and then discarded
are tossed aside, confused
while at great cost and broken-hearted
they stand alone, accused.

To snuff out life before a breath
In a land where evil`s good
is Satan`s manna; the Bread of Death.
They`re called ``Planned Parenthood``.

And in the night they find delight
in Sin which brings forth Life,
then out of sight those wolves may bite
and murder with a knife.

In cursing God do all abet;
no supplication do they pray,
while with a nod and small regret
the Nation turns away.

A Man of Peace

2005-08-21T15:12:00.000-07:00

I am a Man of Peace
Wars I would ban, all fighting would cease
Brotherhood and love from me measures untold
I do what I can for this treasures` increase!

I stand on what`s true (though the truth I must mold)
Virtuous through, and in truth oh-so-bold
In all that I do a true virtuous King!
A world that is new in my hands I must hold.

To oppose me is sin –I detest such a thing
Your loss is my win , joyous song will I sing!
Should america stumble or perhaps even fall
From my throat hear the rumble of triumph it bring!

In My quest I may stagger but always stand tall
In My zeast I may swagger and curse at you all
I`ll rant at your soldier and spit on his grave
In my breast I grow bolder; I stand strong like a wall.

I never grow older-that`s a pit for a slave
By bit the Bell`s tolling your soul I would save.
My bitter seed sewing, there`s blood on my hands
The terrorists rolling; their courage I gave.

My hatred is growing to flood cross our land
Delight at the flowing of blood in the sand.
May death in Iraq rain down without cease
The frightful wind blowing from Satan`s dark hand
To americas pain may it add with increase!

As I have told you
I am a Man of Peace!

A Harry Reiding

2005-08-21T15:11:00.000-07:00

Scary Harry quite contrary
How does your party grow?
With sleaze that sells, and rotten smells
And filibusters of our foe.

The Liberal

2005-08-21T15:10:00.000-07:00

Close your eyes, shut your ears
Hide your fears behind your lies.
You despise what shows behind the mirrors.
So go the years until you die.

Hide your fears behind your lies
When doubts arise through your veneer.
So go the years until you die.
Truth defies the things you hear.

When doubts arise through your veneer
You grow severe in your replies.
Truth defies the things you hear.
Still you draw near to your alibis.

You grow severe in your replies;
You despise what shows behind the mirrors.
Still you draw near to your alibis
Close your eyes, shut your ears.

The Dance of the Marionette

2005-08-21T15:09:00.000-07:00

See the wooden marionette dancing on a string.
Upon your set it does a show, prancing like a king!
A hollow mouth on wooden head carved out of Eden`s tree
Into your home, into your bed, in stereo color teevee!

The dummy Head lively and gay, or sorrowful and grave
The words it said or didn`t say, those stories that it gave
To tell you how to think and feel, and which way you should go
Before the puppet all should kneel and worship at the show!

The puppet master tugs the threads-the words the puppet brings.
Its mouth moves faster; words of dread, or marvelous shocking things.
It does not matter what is on, CNN or NBC
The buzz and chatter`s never gone, the spin rolls constantly.

The marionette would rule the Earth if left to its` device
But it`s a fool of little worth with empty, vain advice.
A mouth without a living brain, an eye that cannot see
A bout of madness, reign of pain, a lie, a left wing spree!

The puppet thinks it pulls the strings and whispers in the ears
The Master spreads out full his wings, and laughs at what he hears!
The puppet is the slave, you see, and works its` lords` desire
And in the end its grave will be as kindling for his fire!

The Kerry Patch

2005-08-21T15:06:00.000-07:00

They love their Man with orange tan

that botox`d boy from Liberal Land.

The Kerry Kool-aid sipping Klan

they love their man John Kerry.

Their Jewish/Irish/Frankish friend

he`ll never break but he sure can bend

and votes he makes he will amend

the politician Kerry.

John Kerry, John Kerry

for money he did marry.

He`s out of wack about Iraq

And answers not our query!

He straddles nearly every horse

(when the money`s gone he`ll just divorce)

he can`t commit to any course

that rock of strength John Kerry

He stabs our allies in the back

with snidely jabs and nasty cracks

and plays it loose with all his facts

that genius John F. Kerry.

John Kerry, John Kerry

his brain is light and airy.

He feigns a dance to hide his stance

and, boy, the guy is dreary!

The Swiftboat Vets sure hate the deal

with ``hero`` Kerry at the wheel!

Three Purple Hearts (those papercuts healed)

the great warhero Kerry!

He`ll defend us all with rubber bands,

depend on troops from other lands,

and give in to all U.N. demands

our Fearless Leader Kerry!

John Kerry, John Kerry

he trashed his friends unfairly.

He preys on fears for his career

and hopes we forget early!

This guy`s more boring than Bob Dole

a left-wing granite-jawed beanpole

with hot air snoring out his hole

the dynamic John F. Kerry!

Who could vote for such a dude

so full of snit, and oh-so-rude

whose meager wit the truth eludes.

We can`t afford John Kerry!

John Kerry, John Kerry

We can`t afford John Kerry!

A foolish man without a plan,

don`t vote for John F. Kerry!

Koffi Klutch

2005-08-21T15:04:00.000-07:00

The son of Koffi Anan
ran a con to sell Saddam some cannon;
for the gift of Iraqi black crude
in a grift known as Oil for Food.

Question

2005-08-21T15:03:00.000-07:00

Question

We`re now down in Haiti `cause they hate Aristide
For his rule of corruption and greed.
So where are the antics and games
From the People of ``Not in Our Names``?

The Flight of the Dragon

2005-08-21T15:01:00.000-07:00

One bright September morning as I walked along the River
In the heavens, without warning, appeared a sight that made me shiver
There I saw the Piasa, that hateful bird, as it dove out of the sky:
That murderous red dragon shrieking with an aweful cry,
A vengeful feast of smoke and blood with snapping beak on high.

The dead their bones a mountain made inside the Great Twin Candles
Great moans, red blood, a fountain sprayed the Sin of Satan`s vandals
See how the dead flood to the edge to leap off of the mountain
They cross themselves and pray this day to God their souls to keep
Hellfire above, hope at a loss, oh how the many weep!
The way below a mire of bodies deep!

Then Michael and his Angels came forth riding on their wagon
To Hell they went to save the lame, and do battle with the Dragon
Many fell and still they came, a sea of heroes led
By God to save the dying and bring peace unto the dead.
They dug those maimed and mangled souls beneath the rubble free
Cries beneath the tangled ashes, they rescued those there be
Their crown a wreath of purple for they who dare;
Married to such sad destiny.

Then Beowulf arose that day, to hunt that hateful beast
With his army on the way He knows; He seeks him in the East
A fateful hour , the Grendal cowers, to his cave he goes-the stench of death it grows.
With no escape the serpent coils in his dark cold tomb
Death shroud draped, his blood it boils, with Saint George coming soon.

And I saw the ending in the sky; the ragged trail had run dry
The beast had dragged his tail through the stars to pull them down from heaven
Now God his soul forever bars for the murders of 911.

A KerryHue

2005-08-21T14:58:00.000-07:00

A KERRYHUE

John F. Kerry

doesn’t mind if two gentlemen marry

and has things he would like to erase

like what springs from both sides of his face!

A Drip Fell

2005-08-21T14:01:00.000-07:00

A Drip Fell

A drip fell from the pipe
It slipped from the well, a rip in the steel was ripe
To strip and to peel and to wipe out the shell
And to noisily drum with a really bad smell
Till my head`s nearly numb and I feel out of type
Still it sheds forth great sums, seems my plumbs had it`s stripes.

With the year it began in a slow steady rain
Like a tear softly ran from the snows icy pain
Just a drop in the pan of my fears quite inane
Without stop do I hear as it flows down the drain
Leaving a smear on my wall which shows unsightly stain
And on top of it all I am clearly appalled as it grows and it drives me insane!

Like waves on the beach of an hourglass sea
Like the caves that are leached from the mass that there be
So this way it behaves; dig a breech and pass free
While I rave and beseech and I preach my crass plea
And I slave with my bleach like a knave on my knees
For the grave do I see and my soul seeks to flee lest time reach over me.

And the moons waxed and waned like the old Dutchman`s fleet
To the tunes rained refrain while I made my slow retreat.
Marooned, tacked, and chained in the cold blowing sleet
flows down the well
And a drip fell.While the pain of lost time strewn like jacks rolled `neath my feet
The monsoon racks the folds of my brain till I`m beat
Far too soon we attain and our life seems to drain through the cracks that hold defeat.

It ended silently in the night; seems the pipe froze up and dried.
Unable to mend it despite all my might though I mightily tried
I could no longer fend off the tide of my woes for the fight in me died.
Now the ride`s at an end and my plight`s at a close as the light softly goes
And my life gently