A Calgary Morn
Sitting on my friend’s deck
soaking up the morning sun
that promise of another wonderful day
while watching the birds at play,
with the only sound to mar the silence
is a lawnmower cutting grass somewhere,
which scents the air
with the sweet smell of newly cut grass.
I sit quietly with my thoughts
wondering what surprises
this Calgary day is going to bring.
Sunshine smiles from my friends
with a hug or two.
This beautiful Calgary morn
holds much to love
and want to cling on too.
(7 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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My Canadian Chronicles 15
Sitting on the deck in the morning
enjoying the sun and blue skies
as the birds flit about my friend’s garden.
Relaxing chatting
under a Calgary sun
who could ask for more,
not me.
11 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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My Canadian Chronicles 32
On my holiday, I have had many surprises,
but none like I had on my birthday.
'The Auburn' is a prestigious place
where poets go in Calgary.
I had the honour of taking the open mike
and reading a couple of my poems to them.
However, what happen next took me by surprise.
When I had finished and left the stage
the poets at 'The Auburn' sang happy birthday to me,
then my friend Melvina read out a birthday poem
she had written especially for me.
It didn’t end there,
for during the interval they brought out my cake.
My two friends Sue and Melvina
kept the whole thing from me,
but what a wonderful surprise.
The whole evening was too wonderful for words
and something I will never forget
and yet another thing I have to thank
my two adopted sisters for.
19-20 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Beautiful Birds Of Peace
How Beautiful of birds
of the air,
seeing their awesome
wonderful flair.
So quiet it would be
without their sound
watching them as they
fly all around.
Sweet harmony do they make.
A lonesome world this would be,
for no birds making flight
these wonderful creatures I see.
Beautiful birds of nature
wonderful sounds to my ear
touching me with wonder,
so gentle with serenity
and so dear.
wrote 4-28-07
a Poem Of Silence
Silence is a beautiful thing.
no other sound is as great as silence.
Silence is the sound of nothing,
but it is still a sound.
even if a sound is great and amazing,
nothing can top the blissfulness of silence.
not the sound of wind on grass,
not the sound of laughter,
nothing is as beautiful as silence.
silence is a sound, but it is so much
better than any other sound.
What created such a far-off winner?
I love silence, silence is the best.
Never there will be a time that there
will be
a greater sound
than silence.
poem by Llew N. Rmail
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It's A Beautiful Morning Outside:
Beautiful - beautiful morning outside,
Bright with the sunshine and glows in the sky.
Birdies are singing and dewdrops are falling:
It's a beautiful morning outside.
Day after day in this wonderful way,
Nature is showing its wonderful face,
With sunshine at mornings, and cheers every where;
It is morning again in this world.
I was eager in heaven to go on a stroll;
It was mother who who showed me this wonderful world,
With radiance and sunshine and glory to all;
I forgot the heavens the place of my soul.
Now that I am grown up a man in this world,
I will sing to the glory of God's given love.
I will look to the sunshine for youth and for joy,
For sunshine brings morning to all.
poem by Parmanand Mahabir
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Please do not cut the green grass!
I am the grass; I cover all.
-Carl Sandburg
'They cut the grass their children to run
And where do I play with my little ones? '
The old Grasshopper Father cries.
'Please do not cut the grass
As your children have enough parks to run,
It's a sin that Lawnmower cuts not only the grass?
Thin necks of our whole nation too! '
The old Grasshopper Mother shouts.
*To brother Premji Premji in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Magic Lies In Silence Of Grass and In Your Voice
I am barefoot walking in the grass of morning,
The dew drops are comforting my feet,
I felt relieved by my stress and grief,
When i heard your voice in the grass rustling.
I lie down on grass and i could feel its silence,
I close my eyes and i enjoyed your voice,
The smell of grass was taken on the wings of wind,
Magic lies in silence of grass and in your voice.
Is amazing how much miracle stays in a blade of grass,
Opening my eyes i saw above the sky,
There was your face among the clouds smiling,
I had the feeling that i want to hug the sky.
I'm gonna miss you all the days of life,
And even when death will take my last breath,
Last thing i'll do passing to eternity,
I'm gonna miss you.
Winter will come, grass will fall asleep,
I 'll not hear the grass rustling anymore,
Only my memories with you will be always alive,
Rustling in my mind as grass did.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Mowing
There was not a sound
but that of the machine
that howl against the sky
and magically sheared the grass
from where it grew.
No bushes of grass, or even weeds
could keep its length
when that yellow long necked
Weedeater appeared.
Grass, weeds and stems
were scattered everywhere
and underneath, with the smell
of mown grass in the air
a beautiful lawn appeared.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Wednesday Morning Silence
At eleven O’clock in the morning,
I sit experiencing the stillness
of a Wednesday morning silence coming down.
It seems much earlier,
though the day is half done
after a fun filled Tuesday
that lasted long into the night.
I sit experiencing the stillness
and wondering in the silence
after the rain had come down.
The absent drip of raindrops
sounds like time ticking away
in the Wednesday morning silence coming down.
Sitting on my friends deck
as a cooling breeze rustles the leaves
in the silence of the morning
as I wait for everyone to wake
in a Wednesday Morning silence coming down
while I am on holiday.
poem by David Harris
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My Canadian Chronicles 19
Sitting in the sunshine
enjoying the silence of the day.
Relaxing, as all my worries
seem a million miles away.
I don’t want reality to ever kick in
as I sit enjoying the sunshine
on a peaceful summer’s day.
I am enjoying all nature’s natural sounds
like the birds chirping in the trees.
Enjoying summers stance
as the smell of new mowed grass
perfumes the summer day.
It is just like heaven
relaxing on a summer’s day.
13 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Good morning Sunshine
Good morning sunshine
Sweet loving light
Held in the darkness
Throughout the night
Hello sweet love
That brightens my days
With the smiles you share
And your sweet precious ways
Deep mysterious eyes
That truly amaze
The depth of passion
A heartfelt gaze
Sweet loving arms
That hold so tight
Bring warmth of love
Throughout the night
Good morning sunshine
So glad you are here
You bring such warmth
A heart so dear
Through out this day
I am thinking of you
Sweet loving thoughts
A love so true
With a simple embrace
And a soft gentle kiss
Our day lives on
Sweet loving bliss
poem by William Lindenmuth
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My Prince
I will spend the night of love with you outside on the grass,
So come and let me hold you tight my love;
And, do not close the door of your love towards me.
The weather is very fine today and,
I want us to play love outside on the grass;
For i want your lovely fingers to play with my long blackhair.
You are so handsome and i am so beautiful on this love,
So come into my sweet home of love oh my Prince! !
Come and let us spend the night on the grass outside for,
I am dying for your love.
Oh, how the echoes repeat your name over and over like,
The landscape of a big village;
For without you my life will be meaningless.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Morning
(nana cayammi / gilberto gil / norma tanega)
The morning it is sad
The morning so beautiful
The sunshine it is sad
The sunshine no friend of mine
You awake
It is day
As you go from me away
The morning it is sad
The morning so beautiful
So, alone I will stay
The daylight takes you away
So I wait til good night
Begins to end the daylight
The daytime, the daybreak
The dawning
Come away, until day
Come away with me my love
Come away, until day
Come away and sing the night
The morning it is sad
The morning so beautiful
The sunshine it is sad
The sunshine no friend of mine
You awake it is day
As you go from me away
The morning it is sad
The morning so beautiful
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Wonders That I Feel
How can one explain
the wonders that I feel
after years of uncertainty
And miseries back then
but now my eyes are open
To all the splendor that life gives
Just to feel the cool grass again
treading underfoot
The smell of summer flowers
Blowing in the breeze
Sunrays reflecting off
blue lagoons, lakes and seas
The soft sound of raindrops
splashing all around
Children's laughter, birds singing
Oh what a wonderful sound
I smile in appreciation
at the wonder of their sound
I now can feel the sunshine
Warmly on my face
and soft rippling sands
Running through my hands
as I listen to waves lapping on the beach
Leaning back in appreciation
for all that mother nature gives
soaking up the beauty
that lives outside our door
But what catches my breath
what makes my heart beat with joy
are the colours that shine
Each time mother nature
paints a rainbow in the sky
poem by Kaila George
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Silent Sound
What is the sound of silence?
-the Colorado Plateau-
-desert alive-
Quietly hear
The color red
Land
The Anasazi southern sun
Native blood
Peace
That surpasses all understanding
Beauty in
Rocks (slick and hushed)
Birds (serene and high)
Plants (sustaining and swaying, quietly)
Sky and clouds (inaudible and covering all)
- Life then, now, always
Soft sweet reassurance
Wind whispers of
Endless, eternal echoes,
Ancient singing.
Silent sound is
Sight
Smell
Sensations- all
Simple and sublime...
The sound of sweet silence is
The removal of distractions,
Is the peacable
SouthWest desert.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.
quote by Garth Brooks
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The Mower's Song
My Mind was once the true survey
Of all these Medows fresh and gay;
And in the greenness of the Grass
Did see its Hopes as in a Glass;
When Juliana came, and she
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But these, while I with Sorrow pine,
Grew more luxuriant still and fine;
That not one Blade of Grass you spy'd,
But had a Flower on either side;
When Juliana came, and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
Unthankful Meadows, could you so
A fellowship so true forego,
And in your gawdy May-games meet,
While I lay trodden under feet?
When Juliana came , and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But what you in Compassion ought,
Shall now by my Revenge be wrought:
And Flow'rs, and Grass, and I and all,
Will in one common Ruine fall.
For Juliana comes, and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
And thus, ye Meadows, which have been
Companions of my thoughts more green,
Shall now the Heraldry become
With which I shall adorn my Tomb;
For Juliana comes, and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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when i write about beauty
i always have the
sunflower in mind
and the sun
and the soft winds from the evergreen mountains
i will add some chromatic butterflies
and a very beautiful morning
like some petals of
red roses
and i will also think of tiny round leaves
like drops of rain
showering
falling on
the spreading patches of glimpses
of grass
and then when everything beautiful is in their proper places
with matching colors
bright
and scents all pleasing to my senses and emotions
like to dance
with the wind and rays of the sun
when feelings are so tranquil like a very calm sea
on an early morning
when everything now is so lovely
there
then
will i invite you,
come, my friend!
come, my love!
i will be here
waiting for you
it will be beautiful indeed!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I Write About Beauty
when i write about beauty
i always have the
sunflower in mind
and the sun
and the soft winds from the evergreen mountains
i will add some chromatic butterflies
and a very beautiful morning
like some petals of
red roses
and i will also think of tiny round leaves
like drops of rain
showering
falling on
the spreading patches of glimpses
of grass
and then when everything beautiful is in their proper places
with matching colors
bright
and scents all pleasing to my senses and emotions
like to dance
with the wind and rays of the sun
when feelings are so tranquil like a very calm sea
on an early morning
when everything now is so lovely
there
then
will i invite you,
come, my friend!
come, my love!
i will be here
waiting for you
it will be beautiful indeed!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Birds of Spring
Birds of spring they
bring on so many things
sounds they send
to each other,
that only they
can understand
in their sweet
cheerful harmony.
Sweet smell in
the air this
beautiful april day
listening to these creatures.
Taking in the warmth
of the sun that
is so overdue, blue
skies beauty to the eye.
Birds in flight
from one tree
to the other, getting
ready to produce life.
Cool breezes this
day so fine to hear
birds of spring echoing
music to my ear.
Birds of spring
to many to mention you all,
Robbins, Wrens and Cardinals
or a few I see, oh so beautiful.
To hear their chirping
wondering what they're saying
at this moment
will sit here for awhile.
Sounds this day
so relaxing is it
to listen to these
birds of spring.
wrote 4-3-07