Welcome evening
Sun is ready to set down.
While birds are flying to their respective nest.
When people came out to see beauty of nature.
Cool and pleasant air give feeling of refresh.
Children playing in the ground.
Atmosphere filled with sporting spirit
Every one take advantage sitituation.
Have maximum relaxation, fun, thrill and joy.
An evening, will you please stop for few moment.
Before arrival of night.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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The atmosphere of nature
The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new
It’s the atmosphere of nature
When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too
It’s the atmosphere of nature…
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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Atmosphere of nature
The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new
It’s the atmosphere of nature
When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too
It’s the atmosphere of nature…
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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The beauty of nature
She was called forth by His devine voice,
created by the power of His speech.
she's the beauty of His devine work,
peacefull and lovely filled with bliss.
her beauty holds perfection,
her joy knows no detention.
the softness of her voice is highly felt,
we are mesmerized by her pleasant scent.
trees growing at the river side,
bliss flowing at the viewer's mind.
waters flowing at the river banks,
quenching the thirst from the drinker's heart.
animal moving together at homes and wild,
birds flying, feeling the beauty of the sky.
plants growing preserving life,
people living preserving plants.
the beauty of nature cannot be fully introspected,
for the beauty of her mystery is fully perfected
by that devine hand who cared for us with love
there is no gift as nature,
for she's our rise and fall.
poem by Randy Micheal
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In the morning
I have seen birds singing in the morning
They do not fear for any warning
They have full trust in nature for survival
How much happiness sun brings on arrival?
It is opening of new chapter
The life to be made joyous and roar in laughter
Each day is to be lived new challenges and outcome
Not to be afraid of any eventuality but always welcome
We need not go anywhere to seek for inspiration
It is in the fresh air when we attempt for inhalation
What a joy of freshness when lungs are filled?
The resolve for something more with confidence is instilled
The darkness or gloominess is removed with sunlight
It makes us to move with whatever we have as our might
It is not the limited strength but sources at disposal
Nice and swift action for result with very good proposal
As the day reaches its peak we are some where near zenith
We know for sure how much is still left the beneath
Some more confidence is needed for final push
As the sun is racing towards west with so much rush
It is time to reap the harvest in the evening
Time to return home for rest and dinning
Birds too are back returned in the nest
They have no time to think but we think always of best
We have been very lucky to be provided with sense
The atmosphere around never let us down or make tense
There is solution for everything but needs observation
Everything is there and opens for revelation
What soothing comfort in cool night?
It is time to relax and not to think or fight
The body needs rest and ready for sleep
You may be out in seconds and fast asleep
The whole cycle is destined for good
Everybody is in need or search of food
It is got when enough efforts are made
Nothing goes in waste and it is duly paid
We may not be satisfied and seek more
New avenues or possibilities are explored
There may not be any end for desire
It will go on endlessly and not expire
There has to be some degree of contentment
Any work done should not bring resentment
It has to be strong and healthy movement
The failure or success can be at any moment
It is better to seek and love the nature
It has to be guiding principle for future
Everything thing is around and one can honorably ask
There is no need to put life at risk
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Human rights
I have seen birds singing in the morning
They do not fear for any warning
They have full trust in nature for survival
How much happiness sun brings on arrival?
It is opening of new chapter
The life to be made joyous and roar in laughter
Each day is to be lived new challenges and outcome
Not to be afraid of any eventuality but always welcome
We need not go anywhere to seek for inspiration
It is in the fresh air when we attempt for inhalation
What a joy of freshness when lungs are filled?
The resolve for something more with confidence is instilled
The darkness or gloominess is removed with sunlight
It makes us to move with whatever we have as our might
It is not the limited strength but sources at disposal
Nice and swift action for result with very good proposal
As the day reaches its peak we are some where near zenith
We know for sure how much is still left the beneath
Some more confidence is needed for final push
As the sun is racing towards west with so much rush
It is time to reap the harvest in the evening
Time to return home for rest and dinning
Birds too are back returned in the nest
They have no time to think but we think always of best
We have been very lucky to be provided with sense
The atmosphere around never let us down or make tense
There is solution for everything but needs observation
Everything is there and opens for revelation
What soothing comfort in cool night?
It is time to relax and not to think or fight
The body needs rest and ready for sleep
You may be out in seconds and fast asleep
The whole cycle is destined for good
Everybody is in need or search of food
It is got when enough efforts are made
Nothing goes in waste and it is duly paid
We may not be satisfied and seek more
New avenues or possibilities are explored
There may not be any end for desire
It will go on endlessly and not expire
There has to be some degree of contentment
Any work done should not bring resentment
It has to be strong and healthy movement
The failure or success can be at any moment
It is better to seek and love the nature
It has to be guiding principle for future
Everything thing is around and one can honorably ask
There is no need to put life at risk
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Beautiful Nature To Wonder!
Sunset has created golden orange Sky to muse over;
I wonder at the beauty of Nature as never before!
It is wonderful to look at the splendour for hours on;
Such a beauty leaves one ever in spell bound state!
After darkness engulfs everywhere Stars switch on
Creating a beauty of heaven that cools down mind;
Gives relaxation that nothing can give better then;
Time passes without notice and i have to hurry home!
At night sleep even in dreams such scenes give fun
Making one forget everything of world matters then!
The spell of Nature has such a power no one avoid
If one lives in harmony with Nature for better in life!
I wonder if there is any other thing can replace Nature;
Indeed of all creations of God Nature is paramount one!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Free
Birds flying free
where can you be going?
I just wish knowing
would help me be free.
Flying south in winter,
no more cold for you.
Ample berries on the trees
under skies so blue.
Flying north in summer
where the nests you'll build
where twigs and feathers
will do fine
'til your nest is filled.
Birds flying free
never will there be
escape from the landscape
like yours, for me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Lifting Of My Heart
I stepped over the rickety wooden stile,
and entered a meadow of sweetness.
Clover, daisies and buttercups
all intermingled in a silent chorus of song.
Insects buzzed in the warming sun,
and the country air
filled my lungs
with a sharp freshness.
Looking into the distance,
I watched, as a flock of birds
took to the air,
swooping across the sky,
calling joyously
in their freedom.
The World had stopped to give me
one afternoon
of sheer exhilaration.
I ran through the flowers,
I waved to the birds,
and felt a lifting of my heart.
This was paradise,
even if just for a short time,
but a time in which to refresh and energize
my body and spirit.
A time also
to renew my awareness
of the beauty of nature,
and its wonderful panorama,
displayed in all its serenity.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Can't Stop
I Can't Stop [Controversy Music]
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I can't stop this feeling I got
I feel it right down to my toes
I can't stop this feeling I got
My body want you don't you know
I can't stop this feeling I got
It's running all down my leg
I can't stop this feeling I got
Why you wanna make me beg
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
You know I can't sleep at night
I can't stop you know I love you a lot
I never want you out of my sight
I can't stop this feeling I got
I get to shakin' all in my shoes
I can't stop this feeling I got
The doctor said there's nothing that he can do
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
My body wants you. I want you, want you
I can't stop this feeling I got
Baby, baby, baby. Yeah
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
No.
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
I can't stop this feeling I got
Feeling, feeling, feeling, ooh.
Huh, if that don't work
Yeah what
song performed by by Prince
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Silver Birds
Silver birds
getting ready to fly
red, white and blue
it's our pride in the sky
Silver birds
above the clouds
making waves
making us proud
Silver birds
shining bright
into the evening
into the night
Silver birds
amongst the rest
flying strong
to be the best
Silver birds
coming round the bend
getting ready to land
out of their descend
Silver birds
representing the states
with the colors of freedom
at all their gates.
Charlie Vergara
11.21.2007
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My Grand ma's advice and wishes!
May you delight in light of life,
Dancing with joy may be playing
Lightly With Life
Or may be feeling every burden light,
Light you will be when you are full of light,
Feeling light seeing light within!
May you soar high like eagle,
Having spirit on wings,
high above the ignorance,
Above the average life,
Never minding the madness of the
world.
Yet you should have an eye on ground,
Someday have to land on own legs,
Finding food and nest of own,
Where in you can rest a while
Feeling safe!
For safety of kiths and kins!
May you always sing Melody in the Symphony of Your Life.
Yet listen to the symphony of nature,
Where you can learn various tunes,
And what music is!
May you taste good things,
smell good perfumes and deodour fowl smells,
and touch new heights,
Plan and put effort to bring
your dreams of a beautiful
tomorrow true
Be ready to face shattered dreams,
Your castles well built may only prove to be built in air, proving itself of sand!
May your sun always shine during day,
May moon and star shine during night, and
your sky be need not forever blue,
Let it be blackened sometimes bring cool rains to support all green and colorful flowers and delicious fruits,
You like to enjoy!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Hot Street
Stone shaker is looking fine
Shes a heartbreaker every time
She never seems to realize
That someday shell be crying too
Oo!
8she is)
A sharp shooter thats moving fast
A slight cruiser loaded with gas
Slowing down to make a pass
You think its gonna hit you
So why not take a chance?
cause this is hot street
(burnin it up)
Just feel the night beat, yeah
(fun on the run)
cause this is hot street
(ready or not)
Because the fantasy will never stop
On hot street
Oo!
A street walker when theres time to spare
Big spenders holding their share
A heart of gold, but no one cares
(no one seems to care)
Within their eyes
Some young lovers are laughing loud
And theres some old suckers trying to get down
The evening spins around and round
(spins around and round)
Yes, people of the night smoking through the dark
cause this is hot street
(burnin it up)
Just feel the night beat, yeah
(fun on the run)
cause this is hot street
(ready or not)
Because the fantasy will never stop
On hot street
Oo!
(all night mover)
Just trying to put a little fun in their lives
(winners, losers)
You see them standing on the corner of the neon light
Aow!
(tonight)
Oo! yeah, yeah
Oo!
Some feeling you cant explain
Its such a hard feeling lying in beds flame
The evening starts to fall again
(starts to fall again)
Its time to come alive
So why not take a chance?
cause this is hot street
(burnin it up)
Just feel the night beat, yeah
(fun on the run)
cause this is hot street
(ready or not)
Because the fantasy will never stop
On hot street
Oo!
cause this is hot street
(burnin it up)
Just feel the night beat, yeah
(fun on the run)
cause this is hot street
(ready or not)
Because the fantasy will never stop
On hot street
Oo!
(burning it up)
(fun on the run)
(ready or not)
(the fantasy will never stop)
[repeat to fade]
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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I like you calm, as if you were absent
I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
Since all these things are filled with my spirit,
you come from things, filled with my spirit.
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly’s dreaming,
and you appear as Sadness’s word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
you are a moaning, a butterfly’s cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.
One word at that moment, a smile, is sufficient.
And I thrill, then, I thrill: that it cannot be so.
XV From:’ Veinte poemas de amor’
I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
Since all these things are filled with my spirit,
you come from things, filled with my spirit.
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly’s dreaming,
and you appear as Sadness’s word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
you are a moaning, a butterfly’s cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.
One word at that moment, a smile, is sufficient.
And I thrill, then, I thrill: that it cannot be so.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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With green ground
I sat in corner almost feeling lonely
Even though the evening was pleasant and lovely
The Sun was about to set and sky was turning red
The Sun was loosing shine and I was feeling sad
Life had seen almost all colors
Right from childhood dreamer
To all events that led to marriage
And from that after to present age
I t was simple journey to be taken along
Wife was with me for right or wrong
How could it be possible without her participation?
I was weighing her contribution with invaluable relation
The birth of first child was like angel's arrival
We almost forgot everything including the struggle
We were in tight rope to meet both the ends
Yet his inclusion in family changed our trend
The birth of second child almost finished our crusade
Now it was time to adopt strict family control and forbade
Any more attempt to include new members in the family
We were now a complete family and lead it happily
What a lovely show to become horse and crawl?
The grand children are refusing to make me any withdrawn
They are on my back and beating with sticks
With their smooth skin legs and hitting kicks
I must be feeling nice in the last leg of journey
To leave behind everything and offer prayers to almighty
Have I to leave behind everything?
This has made me to feel bad in the evening
I see beautiful garden with its full blossom
How these children make noise and roam in the room?
I see it with my happy eyes and wonder heaven
What else one should expect when some people are not offered it even
The sun may set and night may creep in
What else can be before eyes and seen?
I pray Him for taking me along full round
The earth is same yet it is covered with green ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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John The Odd
With other children games he did not play
When they played football he would steal away
To take short walk or rest in shade of tree
He felt happy in his own company.
He did not have sporting hero as a god
And other children called him 'John the odd'
And other put down names like idiot and fool
But he ignored their taunts and kept his cool.
He loved Nature and Nature was his friend
And his leisure hours out with Nature he spend
And 'twas Nature first taught him to be a poet
And to her children his first rhymes he wrote.
He wrote of Nature's creatures living free
The birds of song who live on bush and tree
The animals that live on land and sea
He loved Nature and her huge family.
From their schooldays men recall John the odd
They say he went to join his Nature God
One morning he left home for far away
And none know of his whereabouts today.
With other boys he did not play football
And those who went to school with him recall
That with Nature he spent his leisure time
And 'twas Mother Nature who taught him how to rhyme.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Flying
Forever is ending
But you see a deer
Love isn't bending
It's gone with the beer
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
Chains and the irons
Have fallen off of me
I am much much lighter
Everyone can see
And I know that I am feeling better
Suzi wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Singing so loudly
I'm drowning out the birds
Singing nothing special
Just any happy words
And I know that I'm feeling better
Sally wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm gliding
I'm soaring
I'm riding
I'm sweeping
I'm flying high
I'm flying
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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On A Moonlit Night In July
A full moon does silently creep it's way across the starlit sky
And the flute of the magpie I hear on this cool Winter night in July
He does not sing for the love of song he sings to defend territory
Whilst most others birds are asleep he pipes high on a wattle tree
With a wife and a nest to defend in his nesting time of the year
He pipes a warning to males of his kind that to us sounds melodious and clear,
The spur wing plovers in the park above their nesting grounds do fly
They scream at the dog, fox or cat who to their ground nest is prowling nearby
In the calm of a Winter night of such beauty a Nature Poet would write
A poem that lovers of Nature poetry would read and to others feel glad to recite
On a gum tree a brush tail possum calls for a mate his hoarse voice one cannot mistake
He will be in the dark ceiling of a nearby house before the sun rise at daybreak
And the boobook owl calls out mopoke a night predator of human kind shy
The nocturnal creatures out and about on a moonlit night in July.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Enchanted Wood (Part 3)
As the door opened, he could see
the room was filled with people.
They looked at him as he entered
everyone smiled saying good evening.
He was ushered to the top of the table
and seated beside a beautiful young woman.
Her smile radiated the room
with light and warmth.
“Hello, you must be Lord Charles
my husband to be.
I am Princess Juliet.”
Her voice flowed through him
like a river of tranquillity.
At first, he was not sure
just what to say to her.
He stumbled over his words
and it made her laugh.
Suddenly he was at ease
and it seemed they were
the only two in the room
and when he looked around,
they were the only two
everyone else had disappeared.
As they chatted he felt at home,
a home he could only have wished for.
They ate and talked
and when they had finished
the food and the dishes disappeared.
Suddenly as if by magic,
an orchestra began playing.
They got up and danced
and danced and danced
into the late evening.
They then took a stroll
into the garden in the moonlight,
walking arm in arm.
They stopped briefly,
where he stole a kiss.
As he awoke the next morning,
he could not remember much
of the night before
only that he had met his princess
and had a wonderful time.
“I am your clothes for today.”
He looked around as the clothes
suddenly threw themselves at him
and suddenly he was dressed.
“I see you are ready M’ Lord.”
“Ready for what? ”
“Your wedding M’ Lord.”
He followed the tall man
down the stairs
and out into the courtyard
where a carriage pulled by six white horses
stood waited for him.
He stopped and looked around
apart from the crowds of people
white doves danced
pirouettes in the sky.
They looked golden
as the sun painted them
with its warming rays.
Flags and pennants of different colours
hung out from everywhere.
From the Cathedral, church bells filled the air
as the carriage moved slowly
along the cobble stone streets
lined with people either side.
He sat and waved at them
through the window of the carriage
as the procession passed.
Within a few minutes,
they arrived at the great city Cathedral.
As he stepped from the carriage,
there seemed a party atmosphere everywhere.
Entering the Cathedral
the serine voices of the choir
rose up to the rafters
as the Cathedral bells
could be heard across the hamlets.
The pews were filled
from front to back.
He stood at the alter
waiting for his bride to be.
He felt that this must be all a dream
and in a moment, he would awake
back to the harsh realities of his life.
Then the organ announced of the brides arrival.
To be concluded
18-19 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Nature
Hey Man! Enjoy the Nature
Come out and see the beauties of Nature,
Put aside your hurries and worries
Come out and see the beautiful trees,
Lay aside your business tensions
Refresh your mind by seeing the vast oceans,
Ignore your official phone calls
Come out and watch the gushing waterfalls,
Free yourself for a while from the T.V. fun
See the beauty of the blazing sun,
Forget for a moment your official words
Hear the sound of the chirping birds,
Not only utilise the joy that money gives
But also listen to the noise of the swaying leaves,
Don’t waste your time by attending phones
Come out and see the beauty of the round stones,
Not only eat and grow fatter
But also see the beauty of the flowing water,
While roaming in your luxury cars
Spare sometime man to see the twinkling stars!
You would find nature as a real boon
When only once you watch the radiant moon,
Why not enjoy Nature, Why man Why?
See how cute looks the clear blue sky…!
poem by Kavita Iyer
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A September Night In The Countryside
Out there in the quiet countryside in the still of the night
The unmistakeable cry of a hunting fox in the moonlight
And perhaps at the threat of a predator to their ground nest nearby
The wary spur wing plovers are calling as they fly
Like the fox the predatory night birds have young to feed this time of year
And the loud screech of a barn owl not a pleasant sound to hear
And to the boobook calls of mopoke on the nearby trees
The brooding small bird in her nest does listen with a sense of unease
On the quiet rural roadway few cars pass up and down
On a September night in the countryside miles from the nearest town
And the calls of the male ringtail possum one never could mistake
He will be back in his leafy nest before sunrise at daybreak
The predatory birds and animals who hide from the lamp of day
In the still of a September night are out hunting for prey.
poem by Francis Duggan
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