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Little Seeds

The little seeds that were planted
within our childhood spring
make us what we are today
and sometimes make our words sing.
The little seeds that germinated
as years passed and we grew
while in our youth they budded
before our experiences made them flower.
The little seeds of our childhood spring
that blossomed in our adult summer
to radiate even more brightly
in our autumn years.

poem by David Harris
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The Seeds Of War

When the seeds of war are sown,
hardly is it ever known
who has planted it
and what for?
Was it about
blood and gore?

When the seeds of war take root
it's hidden reasons make us mute.
Why was it planted
and by whom?
Was its purpose
doom and gloom?

When the seeds of war are grown
never is it ever shown
how it is planted
in men's mind?
How it's made them
all so blind.

When the seeds of war do thrive
many will not be alive.
They'll be planted
in false graves.
These seeds propel
how the world behaves.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Spring-turned Autumn

Love between you and me
Knowingly or unknowingly
Budded before we blossomed,
But blossomed after we withered,
Having gone onto hibernation,
Fortunately or unfortunately,
In our spring of animation
When we branched severally.

Love between you and me
Belatedly or befittingly
Unfurled its stored fragrance
And permeated our inner sense
Only in our autumn of emptiness
When we headed for senescence,
And yet gives us a new sensation
As though we’re back to spring.

Love between you and me
Uniquely or uncommonly
Bloomed, not like a flower
That in spring opens with vigour
And ends with bearings in summer,
But one, seeded before carnal sphere,
Still out-living our carnal desire
To bring to the fall the eternal Spring.

Love between you and me
Intently and intrinsically
Is a Jasmine in its emergence
That exudes to us only fragrance
Which we breathe with all innocence
Without disturbing others’ balance.
Love for each other gives us all the vibes
To feel ever springs and no falls.

Blossomed in autumn
Our naïve love,
And brought to autumn
Ever spring now 25.03.1999

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Plant the Seeds

We, who feel the awakening tme
approaching on its own
must try to plant the seeds of truth
for those who've never known
that time is of the essence.
The earth will no longer wait
for fools who fail to wake up
before it is too late.

The seeds that must be planted
must grow within your being.
They must make you understand that
understanding your power is freeing.
No longer will you be made to think
that this is all there is.
You are a multi-dimensional power
with the ability to become a wiz
at creating anything you want.
Too long you've been kept in fear.
Nowhere else in this universe
does fear exist, only when you're here.

So you must look within and listen
for everything that's in you.
So one by one the seeds we plant
will show you how you grew.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Gone To Seed

“If you plant honesty, you’ll reap trust”
Aye, the seeds of doubt have been planted,
But such doubts are a must,
If wisdom’s to be granted…..

Seeds of valor, seeds of passion,
Seeds of equanimity;
Seeds that suit every fashion,
Of learning and acuity.

Leaders who sow such seeds of doubt,
Are welcome and accounted,
Than those who’d love to flaunt,
Are ones that are so vaunted.

Where honesty is a truthful story,
Tests one’s heart and mind;
Now enough’s been said of this allegory,
Dear readers: this truth you can find!

poem by Subroto Chatterjee
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I'm An Old Tree

Here is my beloved home
I'm an old tree
I grew up here
Here's where I belong
Here's the only place
Where I can face
In rough human race
Inspite of all difficulties and aches
Still I'm standing here
Here I've planted love seeds
I'm like an old trees
Don't take me off my root
My branches revive and sigh here
Since thousands and thousands of years
I'm an old tree that's living here
Inside these fields I've grew old
My branches and my leaves
Once they've born here
The only place they've been
How can I leave
I have memories here
All my childhood years
My desires and all my dreams
Are planted right here within
These fields I've born and ill live in

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The seeds of the garden

I grew a garden with seeds brought from some. I alone know from where I got those seeds.
I do not know to which gardens have gone
The seeds of mine for growing plants of theirs.
13.10.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Weed

There was an old woman
that planted a garden.
And in the garden
there grew a weed.
The weed grew next to
a beautiful flower.

The flower had grown
from a tiny seed.
The weed was strong
and would not bend.
The wind did blow
and it did send

the seeds from the flower
into the air.
They circled around
and landed where
the weed was growing
next to the flower.

Soon the weed was
surrounded by flowers.
It loved where it was
and looked by the hours
at all of the beautiful
colorful flowers.

The old woman who planted
the garden one day
decided that she would
make a bouquet.
She went to the garden
to cut the flowers.

But when she got there
down came the showers.
The raindrops that fell
made the weed shine
which made the old woman
change her mind.

She left them alone
in her garden and knew
that the weed belonged
with the flowers that grew.
She'd planted the flowers.
God planted the weed.

The garden was perfect.
No bouquet did she need.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Sower

Sure of the spring that warms them into birth,
The golden seeds thou trustest to the earth;
And dost thou doubt the eternal spring sublime,
For deeds--the seeds which wisdom sows in time.

poem by Friedrich Schiller
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A Yellow Daffodil

When I went to school
oh, so many years ago
I remember a girl
who always wore a yellow daffodil.
She wore it in her hair,
spring, summer and fall
and not a day went passed
when she did not wear it at all.
No one knows why she wore it
nor what or whom it was for.
As the years passed
and we went, our separate ways
I often wonder what had became of
the girl who always wore a yellow daffodil.
I hope she had a happy life
with all the things that bring a radiant spring
and that all her dreams came true.
If you ever see a woman
wearing a yellow daffodil
just tell her that this someone
still remembers her from our childhood spring.

18 September 2009

poem by David Harris
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The Flower

When unknown Gods
Planted the seed,
To blossom
In breathtaking colour and scent.
Such beauty we would always need.
But the flower of love
Always came and went.

Don't crush it in your hand
Don't rush it,
Understand.
Every second, every hour
Cherish.
But perish
Will your flower.

Now dried.
And dead in Winter field.
For others
Spring time will be revealed.
As fate does wait
The seeds are cast.
We agonise of Summers past.
To dwell and bathe in sunlit dew.
Where once
Our fragile flower grew.

poem by Kevin East
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Kiss The Dirt

Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of doubt
Don't water them with your tears
Don't think about all the years
You'd rather be without
Eden lets me in
I find the seeds of love
And climb upon the highwire
I kiss and tell all my fears
Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of fun
And we scream like alleycats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one
Cutting through the night
And we find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end

song performed by by INXS
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I Planted A Seed

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Monday, April 26,2010 @ 1: 22 AM

I planted seeds and watched them grow

Each day I fertilized, pesticide, and watered the seeds

Weeds couldn’t strangle my seeds I made sure

They flourished in fertile soil gaining strength by the day

I tended my garden daily without fail

At night I made sure comforted they were

Kept them safe from the elements to flourish

Strong they grew so proud I was of my seedlings

Exquisite blossoms grew from the seeds I sow

Blessed was I my garden full of life and magnificence

Gracious flowers from seeds bloomed respectfully there

Rare colors of light bloom in my plot

Flourished flowers came and went in seasons due

Now fully mature they need tending no more

Their colors now turn a pale winter blue

Scornful now my flowers turn a shadowy brown

Fields I no longer tend dry from disuse

Efforts made gallantly on unappreciative ears they are falling

Ostracized be by flowers lacking in devotion

Buds turned left the farmer to burn in summers heat

One seedling still cares and is always there

Never far fledged the one daffodil looms

In shadows bloomed now to a spectacular delight

In sorrowed fields once a daffodil is now in full bloom

In loving care suffered they not from abandonment

Tender the care giving for the farmer was driven

Success was a must for crooked the journey was laid

Apples of my eyes for I planted seeds and watch them grow

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Fallow Souls

These fields are fallow now
where we once sowed our seeds
and the trees bloomed in spring
with the grass below them green.

Should we let the summer's kiss
shrive the husks and the seeds
so our lives are as fallow now
as summer without the rain?

I am back, blossom and fruit
here to watch you grow again
where I was blown on the wind
alone and withering with no soil

The winter turns cold again,
now white with frozen calluses.
Our river still runs swift and strong
always waiting for the next harvest.

poem by Poet Dragon
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Aunt Mattie's Quilt

Aunt Mattie bent a thousand times down the long black rows
Then battled with the angry weeds so little seeds could grow
Come summer Mattie pulled the snow from cruel and cutting bolls
She was patient pale and slender and was only eight years old
Round 'n round the spinning wheel beneath Aunt Mattie's boot
She recalled the soil and cotton seeds and summer's hopeful shoots
Two winters spun out summer's threads in rich and creamy folds
And she had a bolt of cotton cloth when she turned ten years old
If we bend and plant the seeds and tame the wicked weeds
If we let the sun and rain assist and simplify our needs
If we follow in the barefoot path of one persistent girl
We'll throw a healing quilt across an ever ailing world
Indigo and lavender made up Aunt Mattie's sky
Remembering her childhood days she made the rustic dye
The hour before the day would end it fed young Mattie's dream
She made indigo and lavender when she turned just fourteen
If we bend and plant the seeds and tame the wicked weeds
If we let the sun and rain assist and simplify our needs
If we follow in the barefoot path of one persistent girl
We'll throw a healing quilt across an ever ailing world
Aunt Mattie bends a thousand times down each patchwork row
Piece by piece and stitch by stitch in fading candle glow
The valley of the shadow cannot call her from her seams
Until finishing her lifetime's work she dies at seventeen
If we bend and plant the seeds and tame the wicked weeds
If we let the sun and rain assist and simplify our needs
If we follow in the barefoot path of one persistent girl
We'll throw a healing quilt across an ever ailing world

song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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GOD The Farmer

(4/14/12)

We live to love - we love to live
There is so much we have to give.
For every seed that GOD has planted
Another life has been granted.

Every seed on this earth
Will create a brand new birth.
He is the farmer - the giver of life
The crops he plants will suffice.

He planted the stars that shine at night
Gave us the sun - hot and bright.
He gave us water to quench our thirst
And gave us this water to cleanse the earth.

He planted seeds of knowledge in our brains
So if we had to - we could make the change.
He planted the seeds in the female wombs
So that life would not end to soon.

These are some of the things this farmer has given
He has made this life worth living.

poem by Louis Rams
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Autumn

spring...summer...winter and fall...my spring has yet finished..what a pity..it is not so easy...to bear...to tear the years behind...no matter what you say...what you do...it says its farewell to you....even the mirrors..when you look and search yourself...says...uncle..uncle..to you..it is in vain....that is not a gain....you are losing something..and momesthing....used to it...nothing...nobody has managed it...yhere is the tornado..instead of the gentle breeze...your autumn is coming sooner or late....the last farewells are in minds and memories...we are standing in a row..rope tryin g to tow...when will the rope us tow..nobody know...autumn is fallingin my dreams...which sparrow has eaten..my last hope of living..and flew away.....where are the last tramways of childhood's spring...last tramways of hope...the snow of autumn is falling....that ı cannot..and nobody can cope...

poem by Metin Sahin
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Life Is Lovely All the Year

When the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day -
Life is love in merry May!

Spring is green - Fal lal la!
Summer's rose - Fal lal la!
It is sad when Summer goes,
Fal la!
Autumn's gold - Fal lal la!
Winter's grey - Fal lal la!
Winter still is far away -
Fal la!
Leaves in Autumn fade and fall;
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee:
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fal la!

In the Spring-time seed is sown:
In the Summer grass is mown:
In the Autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep.

Spring is hope - Fal lal la!
Summer's joy - Fal lal la!
Spring and Summer never cloy,
Fal la!
Autumn, toil - Fal lal la!
Winter, rest - Fal lal la!
Winter, after all, is best -
Fal la!
Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, ay, and winter, too -
Every season has its cheer;
Life is lovely all the year!
Fal la!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Winds Blowing

Go to the winds of learning and sow the seeds so sweet,
They blow away like the dust under your feet;
Blowing, blowing away like the spring and summer
And all in-between, all of the drummer.
We are steak and all-burger in this winning sun,
Inside the seasons of joy there is winter and autumn, devotion.
May the widow of sacred spring be better for it,
It is summer just begun, for those who admit.
I live with learning of the winds,
In the way I have begun with the woodwinds.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Spring

Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track -
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, -
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.

There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die, -
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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