Possibility
Abundance in pleasure
In between and around
I spill over
The bowl of the wind
Innocence
Inside
Out side
I Spread
Fragrance
Intoxicated
Humming bees
Over me
Zigzag
Always fly
Butterflies
Look carefully
I see
An enormous
Possibility
Among thousand
Difficulties and adversities
Peeps and pops around
In the mud
To sprout out
In you
Like me
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Mango Grove
Dark green canopy
Of mango trees
On terraced fields
Traverse
In the month
When trees
In romance blend
Butterflies of all hues
In jocund mood
Bright sunshine
In shadow of thick clouds
Buzzing bees
Swaying with gentle wind
Spread fragrance
Of sprouting buds
Below
The field
Covered with
Carpet
Lush green.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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07. Love, what is Love?
love, oh what is love?
flowers in so many shapes and hues
giving sweetness to butterflies and bees
in so many shapes and hues
in the field, a buzz, a joy, these insects
help create another world
another paradise, warm colourful flower garden
for lovers of the world
help spread cheers everywhere
with the sweetness the flowers
where the flowers are, the butterflies, the bees are
where there is love, joy spreads
wide as the field
just look at the butterflies and the bees
how they cheer up the field with their songs and dance
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Beautiful
There will be another Sun rise tomorrow.
Birds will fly all over the sky.
Look through your window, a butterfly is waiting.
And the rainbow peeps through the clouds.
River flows silently; not like Oceans.
Bees are humming; beloved!
Really this world is so beautiful without this dirty paper money
And some lives nasty people.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Guests
Sunflower tall and hollyhock, that wave in the
wind together,
Corn-flower, poppy, and marigold, blossoming
fair and fine,
Delicate sweet-peas, glowing bright in the quiet
autumn weather,
While over the fence, on fire with bloom,
climbs the nasturtium vine!
Quaint little wilderness of flowers, straggling
hither and thither -
morning-glories tangled about the larkspur
gone to seed,
Scarlet runners that burst all bounds, and wan-
der, heaven knows whither,
And lilac spikes of bergamot, as thick as any
weed.
And oh, the bees and the butterflies, the hum-
ming-birds and sparrows,
That over the garden waver and chirp and
flutter the livelong day!
Humming-birds, that dart in the sun like green
and golden arrows,
Butterflies like loosened flowers blown off by
the wind in play.
Look at the red nasturtium flower, drooping,
bending, and swaying;
Out the gold-banded humble-bee breaks and
goes booming anew!
Hark, what the sweet-voiced fledgling sparrows
low to themselves are saying,
Pecking my golden oats where the corn-flowers
gleam so blue!
Welcome, a thousand times welcome, ye dear
and delicate neighbors -
Bird and bee and butterfly, and humming-bird
fairy fine!
Proud am I to offer you a field for your grace-
ful labors;
All the honey and all the seeds are yours in
this garden of mine.
I sit on the door-step and watch you. Beyond
lies the infinite ocean,
Sparkling, shimmering, whispering, rocking itself
to rest;
And the world is full of perfume and color and
beautiful motion,
And each new hour of this sweet day the
happiest seems and best.
poem by Celia Thaxter
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Fragrance of Mother Earth
The Sun has risen in the east.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
The fragrance of Mother Earth,
The perseverance of Mother Earth,
The consciousness of Mother Earth
and the thoughts of the land of arts,
all these will spread all over the world.
Food maintains the figure.
Oil causes smoothness.
In the lap of Mother,
abundant are the gems and precious jewels.
Dame Nature has bestowed air and water for all.
With the efforts of the human being
various kinds of crops are yielded.
Excellently charming are the rivers,
sylvan sites and brooks.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
Summer, Rain and Winter
are the empirical experiences of this life.
We, the companions in joys and sorrows,
shall sing together the lilt of delight.
Dhol, Niś ā n and Ghumurā –
These enchanting musical instruments
encouragingly discard all dizziness.
The black-bee in the form of mind
rejoices humming over the flower
of colourful sentiments.
So marvellous and beautiful
is the creation of the Creator.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
O Brothers and Sisters!
Wake up. With concentrative mind,
We’ll make our life blessed
by performing good deeds for the society.
Great strength is in the body of the youth.
We’ll keep the glory established
by accomplishing activities
in the path of righteousness
for the well-being of the country.
Salutations at the feet of our Mother India.
Our humble prayer at the feet
of the Mother Goddess Mā ņ ikeś warī.
Fragrance of Mother Earth will spread all over the world.
Our humble prayer at the feet of our Mother.
The thoughts of the land of arts will spread unfurled.
Fragrance of Mother Earth will spread all over the world.
poem by Harekrishna Meher
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Dandelion
A wisp of wind...swish..
Blown, strewn, flown
Spread and sprout
Blown, strewn, flown
re-spread in re-sprouts
Re-spread but in bowls
Bowlful recipies
Herbal, medicinal
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Frangipanis
With bright arms spreading grabbing
the two frangipanis embrace each other,
reach with their fingers to the sun
in a age old gesture
and sometimes they look wild and disorderly
before their flowers burst out in light turquoise
and the wind spread their fragrance,
then they display flowers new and fresh,
while yellow weavers sing happily in their branches
and bees buzz past their flowers.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Away The Bowl
Our grateful hearts with temperance burn,
Away, away the bowl,
From dram shops all, our steps we turn,
Away, away the bowl;
Farewell to rum and all its harms,
Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
See how that staggering drunkard reels!
Away, away the bowl;
Alas, the misery he reveals,
Away, away the bowl;
His children grieve, his wife's in tears!
How sad his once bright home appears!
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
We drink no more, nor buy nor sell,
Away, away the bowl!
The grog-shop's offers we repel,
Away, away the bowl.
United in a temperance band,
We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
poem by John Pierpont
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The Tendril’s Faith
Under the snow in the dark and the cold,
A pale little sprout was humming;
Sweetly it sang, ‘neath the frozen mold,
Of the beautiful days that were coming.
“How foolish your songs, ” said a lump of clay,
“What is there, I ask, to prove them?
Just look at the walls between you and the day,
Now, have you the strength to move them? ”
But under the ice and under the snow
The pale little sprout kept singing,
“I cannot tell how, but I know, I know,
I know what the days are bringing.”
“Birds, and blossoms, and buzzing bees,
Blue, blue skies above me,
Bloom on the meadows and buds on the trees,
And the great glad sun to love me.”
A pebble spoke next: “You are quite absurd.”
It said, “with your song’s insistence;
For I never saw a tree or a bird,
So of course there are none in existence.”
“But I know, I know, ” the tendril cried,
In beautiful sweet unreason;
Till lo! from its prison, glorified,
It burst in the glad spring season.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Butterflies Are Free
Dont close your hand
Just close your eyes
And I will stay right by your side
And if this world turns cruel & cold
Look to the skies
Dont you see the truth?
The power of one, the power of two
The power of me loving you
Chorus:
Butterflies are free
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Know that I know
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
You see a light
You hear the call
And if I dont let you fly
I dont know you at all
So go on and roam
See all that you can
Born unto this earth a curious soul
You and you alone
Can make you feel whole
But dont I add truth
Youve never known
Chorus
The tighter the grip
The more youll resist
Its human nature I suppose
But Id rather be surprised by a kiss
Then under your control
Chorus
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Know that I know
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
Chorus
Chorus
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Walking bare feet in the Park! ! ! !
Walking bare feet on grass
At a early morning hour
Spring… its March.
Mist tickled,
Wind giggled,
Tiny grass flowers
Looked up at dawn
Child like innocence,
Bright colours, no fragrance
Yet a manifestation
Of His aspiration.
In awe, watched
have charisma...
Birds flitting merrily
My eyes chased
Butterflies, painted
In colours so gay.
I came home smiling.
‘Hey, did you meet somebody’
Asked my kin.
Oh, yes I was in
Exalted company…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Innocence Found
In a world where innocence is lost so quickly, I pondered if it
truly exists at all. Where does one go to find it . . . this freedom of a pure, existence amidst an age-old classroom called life who teaches that innocence is best ignored. It was when I stopped looking that I was able to "see" a world with an
abundance of innocence and I chose it for my guide. Stop for a
moment and watch nature. Listen to all that is to be heard; for , this is
the true teacher of all living things. The smell of a rose, the call of a
wolf, the sight of a bird in flight. Nature's untainted innocence is
responsible for all these things. Nature hears no voice but it's own; yet, speaks to all who will listen. A
voice as constant as a rising sun or branches swaying in the
wind . . . for these are the soft-spoken words of innocence.
poem by Cheryl Greear
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Whenever anyone says 'I can't,' it makes me wish he'd get stung to death by about ten thousand bees. When he says 'I'll try,' five thousand bees. ('I can,' one bee.)
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Confidence (misplaced Revised)
man's greed may
boast of finally
consuming the
earth in the
next hundred
years
cutting all the trees
polluting the sea and air
and rivers
exploding its mountains
killing all the
fetus
and whatever hope
for the seeds
annihilated
but the earth knows
everything right
from the start
soon every destruction
is pingponged
back to man
and the earth will be
back to another
thousand years of
silence
sleeping waking
and humming
another grass so green
is spread
butterflies unhampered
whales crowding
the sea
peaceful landscapes
dews and
mildews
birds and grasshoppers
and whales
singing in
perfect harmony
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Confidence (misplaced)
man's greed may
boast of finally
consuming the
earth in the
next hundred
years
cutting all the trees
polluting the sea and air
and rivers
exploding its mountains
killing all the
fetus
and whatever hope
for the sees
annihilated
but the earth knows
everything right
from the start
soon every destruction
is pingponged
back to man
and the earth will be
back to another
thousand years of
silence
sleeping waking
and humming
another grass so greed
is spread
butterflies unhampered
whales crowding
the sea
peaceful landscapes
dews and
mildews
birds and grasshoppers
and whales
singing in
perfect harmony
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Toaster
An appliance of science is what I am
What I make, I love to see spread with lots of jam
I have three slots and a basket in a metal frame
What pops in, pops out never to be the same
1-2 or 3 slices that easy for me
And when ready, eat with a nice cup of tea
I can't boil, freeze water, fry or do roast
But what I can make for you is perfect TOAST
Da-da
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Flower Vavroovahana Pa
Flower blossoms naturally;
Beautifies nature silently.
Pervades fragrance in air;
Allures bees with pleasure.
Dazzles with sun beam;
Bees collect honey forms flowers’ stream.
Does not hesitate to flow honey;
Has made the Nature flowery.
She smiles in the lap of Nature;
Enchants the minds of poets with pleasure.
Poet’s derive inspiration;
Enjoy the beauty of creation.
A tiny flower is endowed with beauty;
Allures lovers with gaiety.
Beautiful flower tranquilises mind daily;
Deities enjoy the beauty gaily.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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No Red Rose
But once bloomed that crimson rose
which could stand with her head held high,
against life's darkest sky.
Just once did that delicate petals spread
and soft lovely fragrance scent,
before she dropped her head.
Just once the blush on your cheek,
and the light in your eye
had a thousand words to speak,
but never could it hide the pain
- and drops not of rain -
did vanish behind a bright new day,
but every pleasure it's a price to pay:
since no rose could forever stay.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Today I Give Pain Its Freedom
i will be a little lax today
setting pain carefully and letting them go
giving them wings to fly away from me
and telling them not to come back
for a while, giving them a break
i open the entrance at the front door
with some streamers and flowers
some bees and dragonflies and butterflies
on the stairs of the house
beside the door and the windows
welcome happiness, welcome home!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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