Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.
quote by Paul Dirac
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Hey! I am so restless - Original by Rabindranath Tagore
Hey! I am so restless
I long for the Farthest!
Days go by one by one
I look through the window
To see if He has come –
I want His touch so very much!
O the Farthest, the huge Farthest
Your flute’s music makes me impressed
So I forget I have no wing
And this small earth is my address!
I am absent-minded!
O the huge Farthest
I am indifferent as if I am dead!
In the sunny idle day
Trees make sound and shadows play!
The sky seems like your blue eyes!
If you could come here to stay!
O the Farthest, the huge Farthest
Your flute’s music makes me impressed
So I forget my room is locked
It’s of no use to try my best!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Last Fading Flower
I must pick the last fading flower,
Before it comes softly falling down.
I must pick the last fading flower,
Before the next morning dew.
I must pick the last fading flower,
Only because it was meant for you.
poem by Barry A. Lanier
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Little Flower
Little flower, little flower, growing like a weed,
I want to pick you, but then I don't I think I'll just let you be.
Your colors so pretty starling at me, a yellow orange is what I see.
If I were you and you were me, I know you would just let me be.
So, little flower grow like a weed, for I won't pick you I'll just let you be.
poem by Joanne Walker
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Speak Me
Speak Me
Night has awaken water at scarf of river
Air of cold star at fan of sky
The girl who is crying at this deep night hiding face by pillow
Speak me which flower I shall string together.
The river gull looks for starfish at river
As poet looks for word’s procession of azure
What will jingle at foot of stone culture diamond!
Speak me which flower I shall string together.
The petals of flower excluded from her eye
Could butterfly hold up the rainbow in his earth?
His wants and obtains as like that of white ant-
Speak me which flower I shall string together.
Flower bloom at that earth where first step was kept
We have built this earth by that nectar of breast
I find trace of all things exchanging that glance
Speak me which flower I shall string together.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Am i just a flower?
Used only when wanted, givin away after.
am i just a flower?
People only use me, to make a 'big impression'
but what happens after words?
im tossed back aside,
ready for the next person's pick.
am i really just a Flower? ?
Used only as givin beauty,
sure people may get inspiration from me,
but am to be just a flower?
What about when i die?
will they still then care?
no, cause i guess im just a flower.
im only used to be givin away,
or make a 'big impression',
waiting for the next person's pick,
im only just a flower.
life is so cruel to treat me as such,
but hey, who cares right?
im Only just a Flower.
poem by Darlene Belcher
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The Rare Flower
There's beauty in such a sacred structure, oh,
That thing that is nurtured and loved.
It's quite an occasion.
It's driving me crazy.
I'm not allowed to touch on lust.
I've gotta get a hold of myself.
I mustn't admit it.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
Well I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Whoooo
Walking in a Paradise or Eden,
Whoa, temptation:
Give me one second to succumb.
It's calling me.
With a menacing whisper of,
Magic offer a-charming me./Magical world enchanting me.
Why I've gotta get a hold of myself,
You see, but it ain't easy.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Whoooo
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Fall (Herbst)
The leaves are falling, falling as from far,
from wilting in the heavens' farthest gardens:
They're falling to negate the summer's mirth.
And in the nights the heavy Earth
falls into solitude from star to star.
We all are falling. This my hand here bends.
And look at others: Fall's in all their calling.
And yet there's One, who's holding all this falling
forever tender in His upturned hands...
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke (1902), translated by Walter Aue
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Two Poems: (Numbers i and x in 'Strange Meetings.')
I
If suddenly a clod of earth should rise,
And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love,
How one would tremble, and in what surprise
Gasp: 'Can you move?'
I see men walking, and I always feel:
'Earth! How have you done this? What can you be?'
I can't learn how to know men, or conceal
How strange they are to me.
II
A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
Now is seems the flower will speak,
And will call the child its brother --
But, oh strange forgetfulness! --
They don't recognize each other.
poem by Harold Monro
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Lets Move On
(barkam/adams)
You can tell that you dont love me
But baby thats a lie
cause I see the lovelight burning
Right there in your eye
After all is said and done
You know Im the only one, yeah
Lets move on
Pick up and go now
Ooh, move on
Hop aboard my sweet lips baby
cause were gonna travel far
Who knows where were gonna wind up
Maybe the nearest star, hey
Aint no reason we should wait
Were playing a game of hesitate
Lets move on
A lot of places to go now
Ooh, mama move on
You got to take me higher
Ooh, get down with it girl now
So what if the feeling dont last forever
At least we have today
Gonna do the things that we want
And do them our own way
Dont you worry about a thing
Take what comes that life will bring
Lets move on
Kick the dust off your feet now
Oh, mama move on it
Stop your messing about now
Lets move on
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Farthest of my Farthest Spheres
Mother launches me
Out of her womb
On to this world
Amidst flames of pain
And torrents of pain!
Mother alone
Is my star I
I spin around
In tight circles
For all my needs!
Slowly and steadily
A host of things
Fascinate my fancies
As days rush past me
Planting seeds of desires !
I kick my orbit
At its waist;
Make it elliptical
To gain easy grasp
Of far-off glitters!
Every spectacle
Weans away
My proximity to mom
Yet i near her
For all selfish needs!
An irresistible star now
Charms my eyes!
Onto a collision course
I become a wanton prey!
It tears me away
Out of gravity
Of my aged mother;
Crashes me safely
Onto its bosom!
Now my mother
No more a star -
But my planet!
And from a demanding planet
To a commanding star
I raise my status!
Near impossibility
In heavenly science;
But common occurrence
In human history!
And i keep her
As my farthest of farthest spheres!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Hand In Hand, Come Lets Love...
A dream it was, just a dream-
we were walking together with hand in hand
towards the Sun set where the sky and the earth
seemed to be holding together
you the emotional and impractical was arguing,
that they were destined to be together as we do-
me the practical with rationale was saying,
that for all eternity it can't be true;
we have walked a long way, the Sun has left the horizon
and the moon has taken his place with a gleam,
still we walked together with hand
in hand, into places unknown,
hoping to know, what's there at the end of the ends
and at the farthest of the farthest places-
each one trying to prove the other wrong, but wanna
see it for ourselves, with what's there after all-
blessed by thee, do they get to be together
or are they cursed to not to be
for all the distance we have walked together
and all the places left behind
the sky and the earth still seemed to be holding
together in the end of the ends and in the farthest
of the farthest places; so we were, holding ourselves
together with hand in hand, walking with stride to stride;
love is not there to be found or to be sought,
it is there to be lived, in every walk we walk
and every hold we hold, come what may, with hand
in hand together forever!
- to my love
poem by Senthil Kumar B
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Mahjong
Each; flower must flower a flower.
Each; rock a stone a stone.
Each; necklace a link to one another
That none ever be alone.
Each rivulet wave moves forward.
Each Natterjack toad leaps…
Loudly headlong like some warlock wizard
Who for eternity creeps?
Questioning; where on earth do I belong.
Each star abode in space
Plays a game of Mahjong
Were all to collide we'd share the same birthplace.
O' for however long!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Other Girls
It only takes a minute,
Yeah a minute or two
Just like stubbing your toe
Or slamming the door on your finger
Pull out the singer
Then move on to the next little drama queen
Go and get some sleep
Dream
Yeah lay your head back and dream
About a girl you had
That broke your broken heart anon
The one that said shed love you from the start
And when the nightmares over come and take her for
All the memories, injuries,
Flower, cheats and hypocrisies
All the picture frames
And carpet stains
Say thank you for your time
Thats what other girls are for
If we wanted somebody wed make some more
No need to pick yourself up off the floor
Coz thats what other girls are for
It doesnt make a difference
It doesnt matter at all,
Shes just another chapter
Another Sunday morning hated,
Shes over rated
So send her flowers saying thank you for
All the memories, injuries,
Flower, cheats and hypocrisies
All the picture frames
And carpet stains
Say thank you for your time
Thats what other girls are for
If we wanted somebody wed make some more
No need to pick yourself up off the floor
Coz thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Theres just something about them you know
Like top 40 radio
And if youre having trouble letting go
Maybe you should move to Canada
Now
Thats what other girls are for
If we wanted somebody wed make some more
No need to pick yourself up off the floor
Coz thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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The Star's Song
Flower! Flower, why repine?
God knows each creature's place;
He hides within me when I shine,
And your leaves hide His face.
And you are near as I to Him,
And you reveal as much
Of that eternal soundless hymn
Man's words may never touch.
God sings to man through all my rays
That wreathe the brow of night,
And walks with me thro' all my ways --
The everlasting light.
Flower! Flower, why repine?
He chose on lowly earth,
And not in heaven where I shine,
His Bethlehem and birth.
Flower! Flower, I see Him pass
Each hour of night and day,
Down to an altar and a Mass
Go thou! and fade away.
Fade away upon His shrine!
Thy light is brighter far
Than all the light wherewith I shine
In heaven, as a star.
poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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Confusing Flower
When your flower is blooming red
Under the sunshine,
You leave me here to bleed.
When your flower is dying and rotten,
I'm the one you are missing and
Never forgotten.
Let this flower bloom,
So i can move on.
Let this flower die,
So i can smile,
Cause it leaves me confused
And made me cry.
poem by Jann Aquarius
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Wilted Flower
She was a wilted flower
When I first saw her
Standing against the wall
She became a movie star
A glamorous, breathtaking
Movie star
I saw her yesterday
She is a wilted flower once more
Hoping
Praying
Dreaming
That someday
She will bloom again
She was a wilted flower
When I first saw her
poem by Gary Revel
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Why Must We Pick The Flowers?
Why is it
when we see a beautiful flower
our first instinct
is to pick it?
We just want to yank it up
and take it with us
with no regard for the flower.
No guilt in the fact
that it will die within a day or so now.
Wouldn't it be nice
if when we see a flower
we just look and admire
the shape of it's curves
the scent of it's body
the sheer ability to survive
in a world like this?
Yet, rarely do we see one
without thinking of plucking it right up
and keeping it for our very own
with little or no thoughts of
how much joy and beauty
this flower could bring to others.
Is this the selfishness of humans
or do we just think that little
of flowers?
The Blue Flower
A little flower in the garden
Unnamed to all my knowledge
The faintness eggshell of blue
The colour of its petals
Shaded in midday it sits
Beneath the gardens hedge
A solitary flower so small
Yet so perfectly beautiful
That I have to stop and sit
Only to look upon its picture
I would love to share its beauty
Though I will not pick it
For soon it would wilt away
Taken from its mother earth
A little flower in the garden
Unnamed for all I known
An eggshell blue in colour
Shaded from the midday sun
poem by Matthew Holloway
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You are the Unreachable Star
You are my Everyday.
A cup of Tea. A glass of Coffee.
You are a window. The mirror where i
See myself Grieving.
I look at You everyday
And I always ask you to Go with me.
Almost anywhere.
I want to tell you something
That may shake my world
I decided I won't.
I am your Silence Now. And You are my Only Smile.
We are together in this.
You are the farthest star. And here I am The Sun
And the Moon
And the river and the trees. I am everything Now.
Beside You.
You are my tiny star inside the circle of my two fingers.
My eyes are the center looking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Birth, Pain, Love, Happiness, Sacrifice and Death-A Life Quoted
Penning down the fantasy,
From the land with mortals as scarcity,
Every frame having its liberty,
Where no word is struck with sterility.
The verse depicting a prose,
As in the clouds the sun rose,
Earning the smile of every earthly rose,
And going to touch Lord’s toes.
A flower was born out of the soil,
Where others were in turmoil,
Beauty of love it had in its essence coil,
Budding out it was juvenile.
Grew it on every ray of light,
But the days were not full of delight,
The clouds and the floods came into its sight,
And it slept every day as if it was a night.
Faded were the colors,
Days it lived like counting numbers,
But there is a God who never slumbers,
For the life of a child He played like a gambler.
Sent He a gardener with His smile,
Who never left that flower for a single while,
Who would bring the showers from the flooding Nile,
Who gave the flower a new color and went away as He's agile.
Gardener being God,
Sent by the Lord,
Was the only reason for the flower to make a nod,
Made with the flower a life bond.
Nurtured he the flower and its roots to the earth,
Never let the flower move away from mirth,
Everytime he touched it gave a new birth,
And the flower died every night in his memory when he returnest.
The gardener had to do his service,
This was too known to the flower’s nervous,
Told it to him, it was thrown in a circus,
But he never completely acknowledged its reverence.
God was the supporter to the shining flower,
Which showed like a bright star,
The gardener’s pain was its scar,
And his hand was its power.
Flowers cursed by the Satan,
To live until the autumn,
But gifted by the God’s solemn,
To live ever after, by the aroma, in men.
Said the flower to his Almighty,
“Crush me under your bare feet”,
Replied the planter to his child,
“You are my child from the bosom
And I would melt myself in the guilt.”
The flower with a pearl in its eye and a smile in the sun,
“The colors of my life, the water in my roots,
The food in my shoots,
Are no a pleasure of Him or the earth’s loots,
But of your might.
I would get my heavenly abode under your feet,
By serving my God who gave me my colors,
And my fragrance would keep you in my Light.
poem by Aashish Kalra
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