The fertile field becomes sterile without rest.
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Love Field
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your lips still sealed
In a love field
Lost in a sea of imaginary women
Everything youd want
From the dawn to the dimming
Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster
In a love field
Cold ground for a pillow
Under a blanket of stars
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Headlights that startled
This embrace of hours
In a love field
In a crooked house
Where things can be arranged
You think youre different from the rest
But you dont see how youve changed
Under an archway
On a road of white linen
In a love field
Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Shes so tense but its never mentioned
In a love field
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Sea And Sky
Sea - so fertile with life aplenty
Sky - so sterile with no life to replenish
Sea, oft turbulent with virulent waves
And sky, mostly tranquil with sailing clouds
Sky lets no bounds
Sea, bound within bounds
Sea hides mysteries beneath
And sky displays them atop.
But sea and sky together beget life on Earth.
poem by Valsa George
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A mind without instruction can no more bear fruit than can a field, however fertile, without cultivation.
Quatrain #491 - Whatever in the garden can grow.........
Whatever in the garden can grow
over a period of time it will show.
And whatever fruit then it may yield
will depend much on the fertile field.
poem by George Krokos
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You Must Dropp The Seed
i am the field, plowed fertile field
near the river
some dogs are buried within me
some snakes live here
i know their wishes and desire
somehow i wait for you as the rain
and you as the sower
of the seeds
pour some sweat of your brow
and let your arms swing
let the seeds
fall
that is all i want
that is all that i am waiting for
just dropp the seed
and i will let them grow
then you can leave
i will take care of the snakes
and i will always remember all the dogs sleeping here
now you must leave
the seeds shall grow spontaneously as i watch the seasons change
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Undercoat Robe
Oh! mind of many sorry
the vast green field, waiting to be fertile,
for even the rain comes to visit your
great pasture dew of yesterdays
smile
welcome on the river Brooke,
come suddenly
snoot the glory of every nook, the calmness
restore whatever comes to see
the crook
here comes Wizard of the Oz,
why have the field so filled
with empty mind,
where everyone comes to
find of what is mine, do nothing best than good
that exists, done for each hand
cover with a nutty cope
different color seems too bright
but the undercoat shines
very hot, bring then the wary cat to lie down near
the Kitten pot
tickle mind, hard to find
poem by Antonio Liao
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Fertile Lands and Mammoth Cheese
In barren district you may meet
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots.
But in conditions such as these
You cannot make a mammoth cheese,
Which will weigh eight thousand pounds,
But where large fertile farms abounds.
Big cheese is synonymous name,
With the fertile district of the Thame,
Here dairy system's understood,
And they are made both large and good.
poem by James McIntyre
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Like A Willow Tree
Planted in a fertile field,
Placed in abundant waters,
And like a willow tree;
But it became a spreading vine of low stature!
And began to put forth sprouts in the name of love and care,
For, it is now planted! !
And it will flourish.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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the visit on the first week of May
when you arrive
the doors do not open
by themselves
the locks are asleep
both of you get inside
you find that the air is still
not really tranquil
there is simply no hands
of time
that welcome both of you
the bed is ready
yet you only put your bags
and then leave
the field of loneliness is fertile
yet not word has ever grown
the seeds rot
and the rain never stops
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Zed
I was caught in your trap and was led away in chains,
But i am like someone planted in a fertile field of joy!
And like the seed of the law that grows with peace.
We are divided because of language,
So i will try very hard to learn your language so that we can be one;
Because these chains are too heavy on my neck!
But my sweet name that you need to know is called Zed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Sunday Prayer 02
Oh Lord, as I look around,
at our green and wonderful world,
that you bequeathed to us.
Help us in our endeavours,
to make it stay that way.
Help us turn the tide of greed,
which wants to destroy what we have.
Help us nurture this green and fertile land,
so that we cannot only live here,
but all of your other creatures too,
from the largest to the smallest,
we all need guidance
from your sacred hands,
so that our planet,
stays a green and fertile land.
Amen
poem by David Harris
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The clouds
Soft, vapour laden carrier of the rain
Moving from one direction to another
Opening the door of their treasure for all lands
Barren or fertile
Converting the dry land into the 'glistening expanse' of verdure
And permeating the fertile one
with more strength and splendour
They are the messengers of comfort
They absorb the intensity of the sun
And protect us from heat and discomfort
These tourists present us the gifts of peace and contentment.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Inspired by Issa - your rice field, my rice field
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our dreams in tokyo
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our sons in tokyo
inspired
your rice field
my rice field
the same green
-Issa,1815
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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God Must Be Crazy
Slowly and slowly
without myself knowing
life in me is fast fading
knocked down by a deadly disease
complete body checks and running scans
in intensive ward under hi-tech care
reversing the God's decided plan
is not so easy for the clinical gang
at dawn, on the doom's day
God rolled in on a wheeled-chair
whispered to me that I am to depart today
despite the fight we put up all these days
pulse ran high and there was an alarm
God wished me to be cool and calm
handed to me His bill for rescue
'not lakhs of rupees, but a sterile heart'
everything was sterile here
except the one God wanted
in the eleventh hour and at such short notice
an hopeless offer....... I breathed my last
poem by Santhana Louis
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First day
I see you found my underground
Help yourself to guns and ammo
Nothing here has ever seen the light of day
I leave it in my head
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
song performed by by Brian Molko, music by Timo Maas
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I Go To The Field And To The Sky
I GO TO THE FIELD AND THE SKY
1)
I go to the field and the sky
I see the flowers
I no longer want to die.
2)
I go to the field and the sky
I see the flowers
I do not want to die.
3)
I go to the field and the sky
I see the yellow flowers
I love to be alive.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
In The Harbour: Decoration Day
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry's shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon's sudden roar,
Or the drum's redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death
No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace,
Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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RCLH -1 # [‘Random Couplets On Love And Hate']
RCLH -1 # [‘Random Couplets On Love And [Hate'] esspeecee
A few words:
Not groomed or programmed = Random
Came and wrote. Please take the baton.
To carry forward the marathon race of self discovery.
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Love is symphony,
Hate is cacophony.
Love is expansion,
Hate is contraction.
Love is aggregation,
Hate is segregation.
Love fills,
Hate spills. [1]
Love is empathy,
Hate is antipathy.
Love flourishes,
Hate perishes.
Love is eternal,
Hate is temporal.
Love converges,
Hate diverges. [2]
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Love levitates,
Hate gravitates.
Love heals,
Hate kills.
Love converts,
Hate diverts.
Love is fertile,
Hate is sterile. [3]
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Love is attraction,
Hate is repulsion.
Love hugs,
Hate shrugs.
Love is fusion,
Hate is fission.
Love enriches,
Hate de-riches. [4]
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Love promotes,
Hate demotes.
Love brightens,
Hate darkens.
Love promises,
Hate dismisses.
Love glorifies,
Hate vilifies. [5]
to be continued…
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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