When there is shortage of figs, birds eat the fruits of the 'mugumo'.
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When the figs are ripe all the birds want to eat.
Eatting Fruits
Eat fruits
Eat...
Every day...
Each
Break fast...
Lunch...
Dinner...
Eat...
Fruits...
Fruits is
Good for health...
Fruits is
Good for Taste
Fruits is
Good for mind...
Fruits is
Good for god...
So...
Fruits is
Good for hole and
Hoe body...
Any fruits...
Any time...
Eat eat eat...
Avoide all all
Disease...
Thats all...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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When 'ithare' is uprooted 'mugumo' grows in its place.
The biggest shortage of all is the shortage of common sense.
Figs he calls figs, a spade a spade. [Said of a man who speaks with sincerity and means what he says.]
For Every Man A Woman
For every man a woman some have been known to say
But in some places of one sex there's a shortage or so 'twould seem that way
And in some Towns some men don't have a woman and in some Towns some women don't have a man
And some without a partner have to live out their time span.
For every woman a man though that's not always the case
A batchelor or a spinster you will find in every place
In a place of a one sex shortage those who harbour self doubt
In their chatting up ability are those who do lose out.
And whether your name is Billy and whether your name is Sue
A man for every woman it is not always true
In places of a shortage of one sex some must lead a single life
Not for every woman a husband and not for every man a wife.
A man for every woman or vice versa to all does not apply
Some never do find a lasting love though hard enough they try
Some never have a partner and without a partner die
And for everyone there's someone in some cases is a lie.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Old Tree
My flowers are not scented
and the strong odor butterflies don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My fruits are not ripen
and the bitter fruits birds don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My root is not so deep.
That's why the wind came
and fell me to the ground.
For Dave.......with affectionately.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The virtuous fertilizer
You fertile the soil
And the tree grows well.
Fruits ripe and smell
The wingless unkind human birds in thrill.
They taste the fruits and saliva spill
Afterward throw the seeds ill will.
And the human dignity go through the mill.
* If this rare bird could fly?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Earl
The frist fruits of manhood and the first fruits of love,
The first fruits of womanhood and the first fruits of love,
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine;
But i am always ready for Earl my lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Woman’s Agenda
Flowers long to be visited by bees.
Ripe fruits long to be eaten by birds.
All trees house birds and animals for dung.
Women for men have their own agenda.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On Birds With Diseased Feet
Of late I've seen birds such as magpie larks, gulls and magpies
On the ocean foreshore or Nature strip of the street
With only stumps where their legs should be
Or walking lame with very sore feet.
Could they be victims of human pollution
Since they live and suffer in such a way
Victims of pesticide used for weed control
More birds I am seeing with diseased feet every day.
Humans have a negative impact on Nature
On that there's no shortage of evidence about
Is our success as a species to Nature's detriment
If this be so Nature with us can do without.
In the Townpark and on the street Nature strips
And on the foreshore of the sea
Birds with stumps for legs and with diseased feet
Nowadays I do regularly see.
poem by Francis Duggan
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We Decided To Cut Some Trees
we planted the seeds together
we were thinking of fruits
for our children
we were thinking of the shade
where they can
in the future play
then the fruits in bounty came
mangoes loaded
and some water apples
shining on the twigs
the fruits ripen and some birds
came and ate them
the fruits ripen and some fell
on the ground and some
worms came and ate them
the trees get tired finally of the
seasons
flowering, fruiting, falling and
rotting and trying to
repeat the cycle all over
again
for years and years
we got old of waiting for something
new and exciting
we got bored of the fruits
the children of the neighbors
got married and left the place
we got old and tired and this day
we decided to cut the trees
some for the first time
we are too shaded
we want to see light come
we want to know what sunshine is
again, after all those years
of coldness and darkness under
the shady trees
perhaps, this is something new now
light and sun and another way to look
at our lives
something exciting something to open
to see blue skies to see the full moon
to feel warmth to let the worms sing
to see some precious stones
hidden all these years in our common paths
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My personal attitude toward atheists is the same attitude that I have toward Christians, and would be governed by a very orthodox text: "By their fruits shall ye know them." I wouldn't judge a man by the presuppositions of his life, but only by the fruits of his life. And the fruits — the relevant fruits — are, I'd say, a sense of charity, a sense of proportion, a sense of justice. And whether the man is an atheist or a Christian, I would judge him by his fruits, and I have therefore many agnostic friends.
quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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Only one fruit
Fruits is
Not fast food...
Fruits is
Not...
Junk food...
Fruits is
Not...
Bad food...
Fruits is
Natural food...
Not waste
At home eat
Every day
Atleast one fruit...
With your taste...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Trap and Bird
Birds flocking together
Blaming to the snared bird
Not for the trap
In the sense of knowing
Return not again to them
Find faults and blame him
Not to trap.
He has gone to go
A journey that never has gone.
If he crossed it
Birds would fly behind him.
Would and could be able
To eat and to taste
fruits and nuts
And to enjoy the freedom
Never have had
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Futuristic Swimming
Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the vacuum
where angels cry, 'Beware! '
There's never been a shortage
of sharks here in the water;
they like the luminous distraction
of the silence after slaughter.
Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the vacuum
where angels cry, 'Beware! '
Some day words will lose their meaning,
when thoughts flow mind to mind,
and these sad misunderstandings
will all be left behind.
Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the shadows
where angels cry, 'Beware! '
poem by Nancy Ames
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Sonnet: Nature Resurrects
The ‘curry-leaf’ tree bears berries again!
The black fruits look enticing, succulent;
And more will ripen with the August-rain,
A feast to the spotted-grey bird, God-sent.
The guava-trees are full of flow’rs and fruits!
They ripen fast each morn to squirrel’s squeak;
The landscape will have ripe fruits like a ‘Blitz, ’
Which many birds will then happily beak.
The rain can do such magic to the lands;
It resurrects the almost dead, dry trees;
Some fairies good are working with their wands!
The fauna seems as busy as the bees.
Thus, Nature sprinkles compassion on all!
Her heart melts to each creature’s plaintive call.
8-9-2002
poem by John Celes
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Notes From Mambukal
i am learning
from the towering trees
i have seen the right of birds
to have a home
the co-existence of bats and
snakes
the essence of ripe fruits
that must remain on the ground
until they are rotten
when birds leave the seeds
after consuming all pulp
and flesh
the songs of birds
love calls
the hisses of snakes
the chants of earthworms
it was a night
when i dip my body to that hot spring
with healthy sulfur breaths
from volcanic
woman
when i make my self still
listening
always listening
and simply feeling what is warm
and tender
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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