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The cute woodpecker

A cute woodpecker
Is hammering with its beak
A coconut tree.

poem by Asif Andalib
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A Way To Live

a little fish rises from the
water to
eat a bubble of
air

from the tree a
kingfisher with an eye
for fish
swiftly dives and
with its sharp long black beak
catches the
little fish

a boy with a rubber sling
aims at the blue kingfisher
hitting it with a
stone crushing its
round head and
sharp long and black beak
to the ground

a ripe coconut falls
from a tree and
hits the head of the
boy below

the lizard that climbs
the coconut tree
looking for brown beetles
at the top
does not notice how
all these events
happen

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The woodpecker

A coconut tree –
A woodpecker hammers it
To build her sweet nest!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Lessons from a Woodpecker

The woodpecker will not give up,
Until the hole it planned is made!
It walks upon the trunk upside,
Its clawed feet holding bark firmly!

It pecks and pecks while turning head;
It bangs and drums upon the tree;
It hammers, chisels, saws and files,
The sharp beak digging circularly!

The pecking actions cause echoes
In air surrounding bird on tree;
With great a force, it pecks each time,
But does not mind feeling giddy!

It pecks and pecks as wood chips fly;
The bristly tongue helps it to clear;
The beak keeps hitting edge of hole,
As head of bird, then goes deeper!

It takes a month to make a hole!
The woodpecker will not give up;
It comes back to the hole each day,
And deepens it some more, some way!

The woodpecker has taught me how
Hard labor, perseverance clicks;
And lo! The nest is filled with love,
As noisy cries come from new chicks!

Yes, Mother Nature teaches all,
Such golden lessons for no fee;
Oh, listen to her daily call;
Success will smile on you, may be!

When one has aimed to do something,
Come in the way, don’t let a thing;
Work till the job is fully done;
Nothing in life, you leave half-done!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-15-2010

poem by John Celes
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Richard Feynman's Woodpecker

Under a cloudy sky
A hammering woodpecker
Drilled and drummed
On a tree branch
With her chisel-like bill tip.

Then a physicist stepped out
Of his house into the haze
Billowing over the street.

He scratched his bald head
And brooded and pondered
Contemplated and thought
Of the opaque secret of light.

Well, he said, nowadays
Of course we already know
That light can be
Both a particle and a wave,
A stream of arcane photons
Or a recondite river of rays:
Electromagnetic radiation.

But I still
Do not understand it,
He muttered,
For this whole damned thing
Remains elusive and mysterious.

The problem is, he said,
That while sound waves
Propagate through the air
And surface waves in lakes
Or oceans travel in water,
Light can traverse through
Intergalactic nothing
Moving in straight lines
In the vacuum
Of empty space
Without a medium
As electromagnetic waves.

Now, how does this
Silly light do it?
How can it propagate
Without a medium?
And how does it know
Which way is straight?

And why is it a constant?
He asked, and nothing
Can travel faster
Than the speed of light,
That is to say almost
300,000 km per second.

And he suddenly
Remembered that once
Richard Feynman said:
Physicists do not
Really understand physics,
They just get used to it.

And so the physicist just kept
Wondering and scratching
His bald head
Under a cloudy sky.

A dense gray mist
Billowed then over the street
And a hammering woodpecker
Drilled and drummed
On a tree branch
With her chisel-like bill tip.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Alankar(Decor) -99

Coconut-ty Dream

Fatigued he slept under the coconut tree
Dreaming with usual self climbing up the tree
And in routine fear the tree shivered
And swayed wild unknowing itself to free

And he took out the sickle and severed
One by one the bunches dropped slivered
And lo, rested his soul up the tree
Lessoned not to die of a dream quivered

poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Woodpecker

What is that knock-knock sound?
I hear it when it's quiet.
I look and listen for the source.
It's the woodpecker looking for its diet.

I found him upright on the bark
of a tall and lanky pine
making a hole as he taps repeatedly
with his beak that's pointy and fine.

It seems he's making a nest today
pecking away with his beak.
And in between he takes some time
to eat insects as I try to catch a peek.

But the sight that I catch as he pecks away
is not as interesting to me
as his knock-knock sound that I listen to
on my tall and barky tree.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Evening Coconut

The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
Atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
It really dont matter much, which way I go.
But remember to pull over in the storm.
Have you seen the evening coconut
Bobbing on the bay?
Standing on the waters edge of stone
Someone there besides you
To hear the words you say
To show you things your eyes have never known.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
While atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut

song performed by by Neil Young
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The Coconut

the tree of life
this coconut tree
leaves for the roof
midribs for the broom
its meat all around
from food to dessert
to cooking oil to
diesel and even
engine fuel

this coconut poem
shade for lovers
on the sandy beach
an imagery of breast
for sucking to
a man's zest,
a poet's quest
best, blessed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Child's Plea....!

I am that kid,
Sometimes wise,
Sometime innocently
foolish,
But remaining ever curious to learn,
Anyone including you,
Be my teachers,
Clouds and rain, rainbow and trees,
Rivers and mountains,
fishes and lakes,
Kingfisher and woodpecker,
Even birds and flowers too!

I wonder at this dream world,
Wonderful stars shining in eyes,
Please be kind enough,
Let my child and its grand child,
Also wonder at beauty of this
world, Please kill not colourful animals
and birds,
Spill not the nature's gift, this
beautiful world is always
beautiful with colours of life
shining everywhere!
You may create beautiful glass
tree,
No bird will nest on it,
No bird can sing happily and perch its beak
its beak on it,
You may create artificial flowers,
Never liked by bees and butterfly,
you may create toy butterfly,
but that can't bring me thrill,
Come out to garden,
Let us play,
Promise me,
no life you ever try to slay.

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Persistent Pecker

Off in the misty distance
I hear a hungry woodpecker
Hammering with his head.
This omnivorous, opportunist
Breaks the silence of the morn
With his rat-a-tat-tatting
As if knocking on a door.
His persistent pecking
Will end with success
When he excavates
The hapless insect
A meal deservingly gained
But the silence won’t remain
Because he'll begin all over again.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Hotel

On de uber side ob de island
Deres a sky so clear and blue
Can see, cross water, to de mainland
New life for me and you
Lets buy a hotel
Lets get a yacht
Well get a golden island
In the sun made of coconut
Lets buy an old car
Well crash in a hut
Well feed the food to the ford
And well live off the coconut
Well theres a big black mama
In a tree
Shes gonna cook us
Shes gonna call up the rest of the tribe
And it looks like the ghost of tarzan lied
He went over to the other side
And he rang like a bell
From tree to tree
They never ever let you go
They never ever let you go
We get american menus
With all american men
Were getting sick of things american
We ate our way through half the pentagon
We had our share of big palookas
Yankee go home
Yankee go ho ho home
They never ever let you go
They never ever let you go
Yankee go home
Yankee go ho ho home
Lets buy a hotel
Lets get a yacht
Well get a golden island
In the sun made of coconut
Lets buy an old car
Well crash in a hut
Well feed the food to the ford
And well live off the coconut
Well theres a big black mama in a tree
Shes gonna cook us
Shes gonna call up the rest of the tribe
And it looks like the ghost of tarzan lied
He went over to the other side
And he rang like a bell
From tree to tree
Tree to tree, tree to tree
They never ever let you go
They never ever let you go

song performed by by 10 Cc
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A Annoying Woodpecker

The woodpecker pecks gracefully
On the side of the house.
It's bothersome raps
wake me from a sound sleep.
I stumble out of bed in a
Sleepy fog, and walk outside
To somehow quiet the loud clatter.
I walk up to the house
The small woodpecker is startled
And hastily flies away.
He perches on a small branch
And looks at me
I leave the woodpecker
To his business
In hopes that he would get
Bored and leave
For my house's sake.

poem by Melanie Dickie
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Destiny

(for estrella dy-imperial on her death anniversary)

under the tall coconut trees
you warned all of us
to watch out

you had not finished
saying the warning
when suddenly a coconut
fell off the tree
and hit you right
in the middle of your
forehead

dead on the spot
t'was you

we were speechless
unable to believe

how death sometimes
strikes

the most careful creature
still wanting to be
alive.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beak Kind To Birds!

Beak kind to birds both near and far,
Both high and low as well...
To me, each bird's a superstar!
In fact, to me, they're swell!
Beak kind to birds and show you care
With titbits now and then...
And watch with wonder as they share
Their breakfast once again!
Beak kind and keep your cats at bay...
Else feeding birds take flight!
It's nicer seeing birds at play
Than watching them take fright!
Beak kind to birds, give them their space
So they may co-exist...
For none on Earth can take their place,
So they'd be sorely missed!
Beak kind to birds, they'll flock to you -
They're all our feathered friends!
It doesn't matter, black or blue...
Beak kind - 'cos it makes sense!

poem by Denis Martindale (2003)
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walking up the tree
much better than Spiderman
woodpecker beaks fruit

quote by by John Celes
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Heartbeat

I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering, yeah.
I met a little cutie back in sixty-
six, She used to tie you up
And beat you with a walking stick.
I said, 'Mama, call a doctor you
must be sick!'
She told me that's the only way I
get my kicks.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering.
I been around the world about a
time and again,
I met a little chick in an opium
den.
She put a spell on me that'd freeze
a man,
I said, 'help me, save me', but she
did it again.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering,
yeah, ok.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
I met a little lady just yesterday,
Lord, she loves me in a special way.
She put coffee in my tea and she love to say,
'I wanna hold you, I wanna keep you, baby,
Now don't be afraid'.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering, yeah.
I don't wanna lose; I don't wanna lose,
I don't wanna lose;
I don't wanna lose myself in love again, yeah.
No, no, lord no.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat, yes my beating heart,
My heartbeat keeps on hammering.

song performed by by Bad Company
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm Just An Ordinary Tree

My existence
start from a little piece of seed...

First, I was bury on the ground...
Then, I showed my two cute leaves up in to world...

But it didn't end just like that...
I grow... more and more...

With love, hope and care,
I became a tree...

Tree with many leaves,
if you need some shady circumstance...

Tree with a strong wood,
if you need me to make a good wardrobe...

Tree with a tight root,
if you want to make a solid foundation...

Tree with a sincerely pray,
if you need a support...

Tree with an everlasting presence,
if you need a friend beside you forever...

Tree with a dry branch,
if you want to share your tears...

Tree with a pure dew,
if you feel thirsty...

Tree with a warm wind,
if you get cold and alone...

Tree with a full color's flowers,
if you feel your life so black and white...

Tree with many hopes,
if you lost your dreams away...

But... after all,
I'm just an ordinary Tree...

By: Tree
22 May 2007,7: 02 PM

poem by tree Ryd
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There It Sat Uncracked

And there it sat...
Uncracked.
On a remote and isolated beach.
Seeking with wishes!
Screaming from the inside,
With its untouched juice and meat.

'Why doesn't anyone come to crack me?
I've been a good coconut!
Am I doomed to lay here forever untouched? '

Unheard are the pleas!

'If anyone there can hear me,
PLEASE crack me open.
I am here with untouched juice and meat! '

And the monkey...
Once a coconut freak,
But now...
Strickly into bananas,
As a preferred diet of choice to eat...
Settled down to nap.
High above in the palm tree!
With eyes dosing to a close!

'If anyone there can hear me,
PLEASE crack me open.
I am here with untouched juice and meat!
I've been a good coconut! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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woodpecker beaks hard
hammers, chisels a new hole
round, deep, on tree trunk

haiku by John Celes
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Uwe

The idiosyncrasies of the society and,
Of the unusual bond of love to respect;
But i have to protect my pocket for the thieves around,
And like the coconut groove back there in my village.
Coconut groove, coconut groove!
And with a docket for the prosecution;
But i want the world to know the smile on my face,
For all i do have for you is my love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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