Honeysuckle
Mouth-watering Honeysuckle!
Your irresistible scent lures
Me to your tubular flowers
As you do the lone hummingbird
And moth and for the same reward:
To taste your abundant nectar.
Thousands of your golden flowers
Have quenched my springtime craving
For your flowery sweet liquid
Hidden deep within your dark spathe.
Once more I slowly extract your
Center stamen out through your scape
Dragging behind your small pistil
And the bead for my waiting tongue.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Hummingbird, I Am A..
Perch atop a windmill kick,
You jovial hummingbird.
Hummingbird dance,
Hummingbird fly.
Hummingbird prance,
Hummingbird pry.
Hummingbird swift as a gruesome lance,
Hummingbird quipped like a dirty lie.
Hummingbird, give me a chance,
Hummingbird, you are a reason to vie.
Guffaw below the Sunlight’s trick.
You dismal hummingbird.
Hummingbird advance,
Hummingbird cry
Hummingbird of chance,
Hummingbird, die.
Hummingbird agile, like a brown, lucid avalanche.
Hummingbird drips like a resilient murky tributary.
Hummingbird, spare me an incendiary prose.
Hummingbird, care to give me a limerick? A rose?
Hummingbird, I will introduce myself
I’ve arrived without a moniker
Nor a sobriquet for you to call me
Only think of me – I plead
As a hummingbird-maniac.
A hummingbird fanatic.
And I have come
To get you.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Hummingbird
Theres a yellow flower by your bed
Sadly droopin its perfumed head
So you wont smell it, I know what youll miss
And theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh theres a hummingbird singing.
There is the hat you made, the clothes you wore
Lying down on the cold, dirty floor.
The colors are fading, theyll never shine again.
And theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh theres a hummingbird singing.
Now the road is turning gray,
Theres a shadow where you once lay.
Theyll find it tomorrow, and think you went alone.
But theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Ah theres a hummingbird crying.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Banana Heart
Banana's heart,
Hummingbird's part,
Yellow flowers.
Pulling powers,
Hummingbird suck,
With any luck.
The nectar sweet,
What a treat!
Shift of sex
Flowers are, in general, endowed with
Scent and nectar to woo bees and flies
For the ultimate goal of impregnation.
Then why do the Jasmine and the Rose,
Known for scent and nectar, fail,
In their courtship, to get impregnated?
Do they copy men and women,
Who want only sex and not its fruit?
18.11.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Honeysuckle
Honeysuckle, oh Honeysuckle
Watching as you grow
In the springtime and summer rain
Remembering children's games
Remembering still from a breeze
Blowing a secret scent
From my youth, still are seen
Memories, from where I have been.
Oh Honeysuckle, precious dream
Walking down our road
From a boy, unto a man
Laughing at growing old
Precious dream, and precious life
Strolling dream in mind
Standing there, in the air
Reminded me of a different time.
Honeysuckle, oh Honeysuckle
Blooming once again
In the air, and I’ll be there
Longing for your scent,
For the boy, who was lost
Not ready to survive
Then you He caught, and you he taught
How to live, and how to smile.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Hummingbird (Live)
Once upon most every morning
I woke up to her flying there
Hummingbird was making blows of
Blowing rings of purple in the air
All the while
I was trying to keep her there
Now Im man enough to leave
Man enough to always care
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Thats all I heard
Thats my hummingbird
Just because I said I didnt want her
Doesnt mean I want her to go
In fact, I quite depended on her
But that I didnt want her to know
Now thats shes gone I know
All the while
I was trying to keep her there, ya
Now man enough to leave
Man enough to always care
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Thats all I heard
Thats my Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Is it too late
Too late, hummingbird?
song performed by by John Mayer
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Frangipani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Leaves like half burnt toast,
Hang from the shrivelled branches
Of Frangipani.
Come monsoon showers;
It comes to life and flowers,
Savours in delight…
Seduced by sweet scent
Moths drawn by the fragrance, flock
At night for nectar.
Do they have a clue?
It’s fruitless search for nectar;
Trick up nature's sleeve,
To help pollinate
As moths flit over flowers;
Play designated role…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-55
Honeysuckle(Japanese Honeysuckle,
Madhumati, Lonicera japonica)
(Dutch Honeysuckle, Madhumati,
Lonicera periclymenum 'Serotina')
(Translucent Honeysuckle
Lonicera quinquelocularis)
(Cape Honeysuckle, Tecomaria capensis)
Somewhere at the northern Bharath
Born you with honeyed fragrance
Sending in whiffs your redolence
Sensing in sniffs all me in mirth
Somewhere shrubby somewhere viny
Some are lancelike, some are oval
Branching leafing shining brainy
Changing white to yellow by fall..
Made in medicated make wholesome
Sprayed in heavenly nectar awesome
Suckled honey humming to embosom
Elsewhere in red-orange decor winsome
What could it be than the bestest
What else could be than the sweetest
So you are the sweetest heartiest
So you are the heartiest bestest
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Flower Queen
The Flower Queen makes haste,
The Unicorn gives chase,
The Hummingbird abuzz,
Collecting nectar and fuss.
Her wedding day draws near,
She stays calm, feels no fear.
The nectar for the feast,
She prays for wedded bliss.
My Honeysuckle Baby
My honeysuckle, baby.
Baby, you’re my honeysuckle.
You’re my Honeysuckle Baby.
My Honeysuckle Baby, baby.
From the bush I pluck you,
Put your tart body to my lips,
And draw your sweetness in with my mouth.
My Honeysuckle Baby—that’s what you are.
The baby from whom I get delectable honey.
What fine sweetness through that nice honey.
Fine, fine sweetness, my Honeysuckle Baby.
The honey is you, baby.
The sweetness is yours, honey.
You’re my honey, but you share your sweetness.
And that’s why I keep going to the bush.
And sucking it in: your great sweetness…
poem by Micheal Valencia
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Moth To Flame, Or Flame To Moth?
two souls, one body,
two hearts, one breath.
the spirit made to fit the mouth....
the dream naked, hungers...
we are born inside
the faintest touch....
carried by a blade of hair,
the scent of a neck....
moth to flame,
or flame to moth?
one cannot exist
without the other!
cannot be complete
without mortar and brick...
laid perfectly seamless,
one lost inside the other!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Cab That I Caught
I remember the train
and the cab that I caught,
the train because of the meal that I had,
too many plates, the tiniest portions,
the cab because of the driver I had.
I could see in the mirror his eye
soar to the side of its socket,
a hummingbird there
ready to flutter into his skull.
From station to town,
that hummingbird flew
as I kept listening
to its master extol
the town's lone hotel.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Marriage is to bind.
A moth has no desire for the flower he had visited.
A man has less desire for the woman he had tasted.
A moth wants its nectar. A man wants discovery.
That is why he is tied to her by marriage.
20.03.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tubular
Think about this he says;
“Life is tubular”
I chewed and swallowed
and listened to the globular pipe fitter
A road taught philosopher
Who had reduced living to it’s banal functions
“You masticate the polish and egg burrito
And send the contents down the esophageal tube
Where upon it enters the mouth of yet another tube
and the contents begins its journey
Through 25 feet of tubing
Small tubes gather up the nourishment
Of fat and proteins and fiber
“It’s tubular from beginning to end he says”
The seed shoots from the tube
The egg descends from the tube
The seed shoves its head through the wall
Tubes begin growing
“Think about this too” he says
like some seated sage
with a room full of listeners
“The whole thing is headed for the big flush in the sea”
I imagined the spewing
the flotsam of lunchrooms
sanitariums, houses and public restrooms
I was inspired as I rose from my perch
And tossed the half eaten burrito in the trash
“Even that trashcan is tubular”
As I moved back into the world
I realized I would never see it again
as it had been before lunch.
poem by George Murdock
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In The Air
Like fresh blossoming flowers on a spring day.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the smell of rain right before it pours down.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the aroma of a hot apple pie cooling on the window seal.
Her scent is in air.
I try to cover my nose with my shirt
but her scent seeps right through it.
It is in the air.
I try fanning it away
but the more I fan the stronger her scent lofts in the air.
I decide not to fight it anymore and I inhale her scent.
It first suffocates me but then it sustains me.
To me her scent is love and it is
In the air.
Nectar turns honey
Nectar in the flower turns honey
Through the mouth of bees.
Truth is like nectar.
We get it as honey from the mouth [of people]
12.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kiswar Q'inti
The Royal Hummingbird of the North has entered this body
penetrating the solar plexus
infiltrating each cell
she brings with her the sweetness of all the flowers of the world
How can I be angry for even one second that you are gone?
She brings with her the Ancestors
the Grandmothers and Grandfathers
now I will never be alone
How can I ever be insincere again?
The vigilant Falcon who lived here before is confused
now the Hummingbird and the Falcon must make their peace
May it be so
This is my victory:
You are not the first longing thought as I wake to the morning
You are not the last night-thought as I fall into dreaming
This is my task:
To hold the tension between the miraculous and the tragic.
*Quechua for the Royal Hummingbird
poem by Joan Woodbridge
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Finally The Bee Takes The Nectar Upon Itself
in the end he gives up his identify as the
working bee buzzing in the garden
of his own choosing
circling the flowers that newly bloom
hovering and sitting on them
with his mouth and sting
and sucking all the nectars therein
he takes upon itself
what is prohibited
the caste system
and the queen
today it sets itself free from the rule
and flies freely in the air
the nectar is his
because he works for it
and justifiably so
another kingdom is born
his nectar democracy
his freedom
his own destruction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take The Lid Off The Pot
Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got
It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got
Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!
Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.
'What's the matter? '
There's none left!
'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '
It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hummingbird
Hummingbird! keep on humming your wings,
With lavender feathered wings hover in wind.
Nectar of sweet petals sweeten your hymn,
Just in half syllables, is your chirping chime.
On a tree near brook, sitting in the serenity
You sigh for your mate, one who is celebrity.
You see his show of swoop before resonating
affirmation of acceptance for your mating.
Our contract is for this spring and not forever
I know little creature this is what you whisper.
In architected nest two pretty pearls are laid;
In three months, have to become hummingbird.
Mate of mankind, you are the love teacher.
Perhaps they gave idea of the helicopter.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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