What Nature Has To Give
The clouds in shapeless form
Drift across a sky of blue
The birds colourful and warm
Across the sky fly to
While on the ground
Under a warm sensitive sun
Animals scamper around
Hunting food and having fun
Yet all this beauty
Is not uncommon at all
If we seek tranquillity
And peace of mind for all
All we have to do
Is concentrate on things
That nature has to give
Within this world where we live
(date written unknown)
poem by David Harris
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Early Works-A Revelation of My Imagination
Into the world of dreams
where reality subsides,
my mind drifts where my subconscious guides.
Into the depths of hell,
then to the heights of heaven,
finally settling on a levitation
of the planes in between.
With its shapeless figures that fill
and can appear and disappear at will.
The ghostly figures that drift across my mind
in this place where the object is no time.
My mind finds a solemn peace for me
near the almost perfect pattern of tranquillity.
(Date Written Unknown)
poem by David Harris
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On Hearing A Magpie Sing
The magpie sings in the bright sunshine of a humid and a warm day
Perhaps he is telling us something that rain is not that far away
For birds do sing in changing weather on a very warm day when birdsong you hear
You know there's a change in the weather that thundery weather is near.
Birds and animals are more sensitive to Nature than we are since nearer to Nature they live
They pollinate plants in their feeding from Nature they take and to her other things give
They are more Nature friendly than we are and on her resources less of a drain
The huge increase in the human population on Mother Nature does place a huge strain.
So little I know about Nature and so much of her I'd love to know
I fell in love with her as a schoolboy now that seems a long time ago
A wise old lady once did tell me that when out of Season the birds sing
That they detect a change in the weather Nature is a marvellous thing.
The magpie he sings in the sunshine on a warm day of thirty degrees
In his song he is trying to tell me that he senses the rain in the breeze
He can detect changes in Nature of her ways he knows far more than I
In his song he tells me that rain is not distant though there's not a rain cloud in the sky.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Animals
Lie down and close your eyes
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
You may be in for a little suprise
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
(? ? ? over here something moving on the floor here)
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Something wild with a mind of its own
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Scamper about like little tiny beasts
Looking for a house
(or maybe just a hole
And complain to the mouse)
Baby baby dont cry
Scamper all around way up in a tree
So far from the ground
Where theyll never catch me
(? ? ? ) through my brain
Baby baby dont cry
Theyre part of the scheme
Nature always is
Physical it seems
We dont have a (basement)
Something isnt right
Baby baby dont cry
Scamper throught the night
Our little ears alert
(? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
It wouldnt even hurt if we
Had a little fun
Baby baby dont cry
Baby baby dont cry
Baby baby dont cry
Cause animals are under our skins
Those animals deep within
Those animals scampering about
Cause there aint nothing
To try to stop them baby
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
And they say
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Wake up, theyre coming alive
Were changing so fast
We dont want to be left behind
Cant stop
Baby baby dont cry
I jump around the sidewalk
(until it starts to whir)
We dont need clothes
Soon well have our own fur
Oh whats wrong
Baby baby dont cry
Dont feel bad
Im going away
Ill come back
Looking for you some day
Hang on baby
Baby baby dont cry
Cause animals are under my skin
Those animals deep within
Why dont they leave me alone
Theyre bringing me down
Its just a matter of time
Im on the line Im on the line
The whole things come undone
Were all on the line
Get back
Ill never come back
Those animals
The animals
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
And they say
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Early Works - The Night
I lay on my bed on a sleepless night
gaze out my window at the stars bright.
The moon now and then gets hazy
as across the sky clouds drift lazily.
The night is cooled by a gentle breeze
that seems to whisper as if ruffles the leaves
and all creatures large and small
into sleep tenderly fall.
The night is peaceful as sounds subside
and stars now and then behind clouds hide.
The wise old owl perches high at night
gazing down to see if everything is all right.
As along paths trodden many times before
descend the cooing lovers once more
to their own private paradise
rich in tranquillity.
The flowers that in the breeze did bend
close their petals to the night again
and the little birds that flew in the morn
nestle in their nest warm.
Sleep endures all
no matter whether large or small
and so must I do this night
until I’m called by the morning light.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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Farewell To The Poets And Poetesses Of Nature
Farewell to the poets and poetesses of Nature
Their beautiful rhymes are a gift of the heart
In literature they will always be remembered
For their promotion of Nature in which they played a huge part.
In their verses they captured some of the beauty of the Natural World
And their legacy in words is still with us today
In their poems one can visualize the wild birds singing
And in the warm Summer breeze get the sweet scent of hay.
Not all of them World famed or publicly acclaimed
Though a literary gem or two they created with us does remain
They played their own part in the promotion of Nature
And their likes perhaps we may not see again.
I love those old wordsmiths and their musical verses
They sung of the beauty around them they see
They had music in them their words so well written
With Nature they lived in complete harmony.
Farewell to the poets and poetesses of Nature
Their beautiful words do not have in them a use by date
To them we feel grateful for promoting Nature
And we thank them for the beauty that they did create.
poem by Francis Duggan
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He And She
he was empty and she came into his life
he had nothing in mind
he practically had nothing to think for his future
he is empty and she comes like warm air to his balloon
and she lifts him up
somewhere up in the skies
and they are together
and then on top of the world
the exhaustion comes
there is no more fire
there is no more warm air and he is still empty and she is consumed
he must fall with her
to the ground and they must start to live again
like real things
like real people
he must fill his emptiness with what he wants to
she may look for warm air
and some other modes of unnoticeable deceptions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Marigolds
The Spring is in her prime now and the lovely marigold
Are blooming in the blackwood shade so lovely to behold
On a warm day in October close to thirty degrees
With the sun glowing in the blue sky and warmth in the breeze
In the breeze the marigold are nodding in their beautiful golden flowers
They came to bloom in the early Spring in the cool September showers
A gift from Mother Nature for to look at and enjoy
I have loved Nature's beauty ever since i was a boy
Such marvellous things of beauty that Nature does create
Though most of Nature's wonders have their own use by date
A sunny day in October warm for the time of year
And the songbirds in the parkland sound melodious and clear
And partly lit by the sunshine in the shade of the blackwood trees
The beautiful golden marigold are nodding in the breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Writings Of A Writer
When my life is in despair
Against the wall I stand
And out the window stare
Towards the soft clouds
That seem to drift over head
Then in my mind a thought
Buds and blooms into an inspiration
My hand reaches out for papers and pen
Then as thoughts materialize in my mind
Words to describe it become frequent
Then with pen in hand and paper against the wall
I begin to describe everything my mind saw
Things of beauty, things grotesque
Moments of happiness, moments of stress
All captured within an inspiration
After a moments thought
And put down on paper
As a poem, book or a song
After it has been manipulated into shape
Within all the tenderness it can get
The format is laid out and the final closing set
(date written unknown)
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet-In Melancholia
'Tis Summer-time this year in its peak form;
There is no sign of leaves green, buds or flow’rs;
One's sweaty-skin could raise exanthems warm;
with water scarce, none can afford good show’rs.
Dry drumstick-fruits hang down from twigs so dry;
Papaya tree has not a single fruit;
The Moon has turned shapeless tonight;
I cry; ' The sky has clouds that look as black as soot.”
The place is airless; there's no noise of Birds;
My Allergy has reached a sorry stage;
And all I eat is rice with pickles, curds;
A battle 'gainst Nature, how can I wage?
Yet, things are settling down in God’s queer ways;
I feel as though these are my last sad days.
poem by John Celes
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It Is Such A Beautiful Evening
Than Spring it is far more like Summer a summery warmth in the breeze
And sunshine on the old Town and Parkland and sunshine on the bushes and trees
The greeness of Spring all around me such beauty that cannot fail to please
The weather quite warm for September well over the twenty degrees.
Though early Spring few birds are singing in the warm sun of the day
They sing in the cool of the morning or in the twilight's fading gray
The Winter is finally over though Winter weather was far from severe
We may be due for an el nino a warm Spring is looming this year.
The heaths and prickly bushes are covered in their blue, pink and bright yellow flowers
They came to bloom in the late Winter in the cool and invigorating showers
The pardalotes by their nest entrance in a tiny hole in the ground
Wee wren sized birds spotted and pretty where they live small insects abound.
It is such a beautiful evening the swallows they chirp as they fly
And the sun with the warmth of Summer is glowing brightly in the blue sky
And the first brown butterflies of September are flitting in the balmy air
Alone and contented with Nature such moments are precious and rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Do You Want it Warm Or Hot?
If you want more of this,
There's no need to lick the pot.
I've got it...
To give.
And if you want more of this,
There is no need to stop.
I've got it...
To give.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I'm in the kitchen whipping up more of this.
Do you want it warm or hot?
Would you like some spice with a bit of risk?
Do you want it warm or hot?
Some might prefer to sip before they trip.
Do you want it warm or hot?
If you want more of this,
There's no need to lick the pot.
I've got it...
To give.
And if you want more of this,
There is no need to stop.
I've got it...
To give.
Now do you want it warm or hot?
Be comfortable, relax and have a seat.
Do you want it warm or hot?
What I fix for you no one can beat.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
I know what I do will make you pleased.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
I'm in the kitchen whipping up more of this.
Do you want it warm or hot?
Would you like some spice with a bit of risk?
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
Now do you want it warm or hot?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kiss Me Everything! ! !
Kiss me heart and said i'love you.
Kiss me from warm your eyes rays and said all better.
Kiss me from your sweet lips i'was everything.
Kiss me from your desire was embrace by you.i'was passing yearning fogs.
Kiss me with your soft face the angel gave peace on my heart.
Kiss me the rainbow gave the colour to illustrate my dreams.
Kiss me my blue clouds will lie down all tired i'to you.
Kiss me the green leaves penetrating freshness bellows of the heart and mind.
Kiss me the wind-the blowing wind continued the long breath in the life.
Kiss me the wave of the birds wings in the branch, stamped the love and the spirit.
Kiss me the flower and was kissed by me again went through the sun and the rain.
Kiss me the river gave my warm regards to the ocean.
Kiss me the nature said to my heart sweetheart.
I kissed him through all
the life breath in the world.
A World Without Birds
In years from now will the children of the future on warm evenings in the prime of Spring
On trees and bushes in groves, woods and parklands when flowers are blooming hear the wild birds sing
For a World without birds would be sad to live in and sad to learn that they are becoming rare
These are sad times for people who love Nature and who for Nature's creatures genuinely do care,
A World without birds to think of even painful something that one would not rather contemplate
For birds seem an integral part of Nature the poets and painters them do celebrate
They have been in the World for perhaps longer than humans they have evolved from the dinosaur age
Humans even use them for their entertainment they keep them in an aviary or a cage
But birds should never be held in captivity as Nature's creatures meant to live naturally
They are not meant to be captives of humans in Nature's World they should live wild and free
For bird lovers it must be disappointing to know their numbers are on the decline
So nice to hear them singing in the gardens when flowers are blooming in the Spring sunshine
The demise of birds the thought even unpleasant a sadder World without them it would be
They are so much an integral part of Nature at least that is how it does seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Beauty Of Love!
Beauty reflects in the behaviour and performance;
Beauty lives in loving care, kind words, gentle act;
Outward love is the index of inner beauty of soul!
Beauty thrives on art, music and poetry forever;
Natural beauty reflects the beauty of God ever;
Beautiful music reflects voice of God beautiful!
Beauty, music and love are where heaven exists
Making life ever enjoyable to live on the Earth with
Colourful Sky, birds and flowers as back ground!
Morning Sunrise with birds singing to wake one
The day begins with beauty and joy to see again
Beautiful happenings of day's work to satisfaction!
Evening Moon-rise preceding Stars in the night Sky
Twinkling as diamond jewels is beauty eternal to peace!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Early Works - My Loneliness
I live in a tomb of loneliness
while searching for a light in the wilderness.
It is like a cold black mass
with nothing warm for me to caress
and with a heart cold as stone
in this wilderness I walk alone.
With no one to guide me or show me the way,
I find less peace with everyday.
I find living getting harder to bear
with no one around to love or care.
It is like the words a teacher might teach;
lest they are grasped, they lay out of reach.
A heart of emptiness
seems all I possess
as the world revolves around me
I wish I could like everyone else, find tranquillity;
I have gone too far into despair
for me to find a paradise fair.
Date Unknown.
Author’s note.
I have a feeling I wrote this in the middle of the 1960’s when I felt insecure about myself and having no girlfriend at the time I wrote out my sadness in pieces like this.
poem by David Harris
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Harmony With Nature
Flowers, birds and fish are colourful
Which men and women imitate by dress!
Dragon fly, Caterpillar and birds are models
Man imitates inventing copter, train and plane!
Nature is the model for man's Art forever!
By destroying Nature man develops technology,
Thereby destroys beauty, love and goodness
And suffers for want of rain, water and food!
By copying Nature can man excel it ever?
Competitive spirit of animal nature man follows
Without maturity to advance himself in modernity,
Thereby develops himself into machine-beast-man!
Without living in harmony with Nature can man survive
And save the Earth from destruction naturally or nuclearly?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Due To Our Lust For Money
The beauty of Nature for all to enjoy
Yet a beauty some people are happy to destroy
Due to this need that is in us for financial gain
Our craving for material success beyond me to explain.
For to build a new factory in the industrial side of the town
Twenty five mature monterey pine trees were cut down
Their cone seeds a food source for yellow tail black cockatoos
Due to our greed for money the birds have to lose.
The World we live in with others we do share
But due to habitat destruction some species of birds and animals rare
The pathway to extinction for them we create
This is not an achievement for to celebrate.
Like her Seasons to life we come to and from go
Yet so little about Nature we can claim to know
Due to our lust for money born of our human greed
For protection from extinction many creatures in need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Unknown Man
THE UNKNOWN MAN
For the tall unknown man
Who keeps hunting my mind
I always wonder who you might be
Just tell me your first name
To ease my inner turmoil
Weeks and months are passing
And I more and more
Think about you
the tall unknown man
Even though I know I shouldn’t
I look out to have a glimpse at you
Now I take the opportunity
I must give it a try
This is as if another me is pushing
Do not judge me wrongly
Please be assured
no intention to bother you
Maybe you have an idea
Who I might be maybe not
Forgive my impudence
This isn’t naturally me
But I take this one and only chance
To get in touch with an unknown man
Who keeps hunting my mind
So please be kind
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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All Things In Nature
All things in Nature have a purpose and all life does inter-relate
And only Nature herself it seem does not have a use by date
And us humans are like Nature's Seasons to life we come and go
And the more we learn of Nature the less about her we know we know
Nature has been around forever and she will live forever more
Everywhere around the World Nature lives on every shore
In the warmest and coldest Countries Nature's life forms are known to dwell
Without any help from humans most creatures survive quite well
All things in Nature seem co-dependent at least that's how it does appear
Most wild creatures warn others when they sense danger is near
One is born to live as predator one is born to live as prey
The predator weeds out the injured, sick and aged that is always Nature's way
All things in Nature have a purpose and all things does inter-relate
And Nature she goes on forever on her there is no use by date.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Modern Love XXX: What Are We First
What are we first? First, animals; and next
Intelligences at a leap; on whom
Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb,
And all that draweth on the tomb for text.
Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun:
Beneath whose light the shadow loses form.
We are the lords of life, and life is warm.
Intelligence and instinct now are one.
But nature says: 'My children most they seem
When they least know me: therefore I decree
That they shall suffer.' Swift doth young Love flee,
And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
Then if we study Nature we are wise.
Thus do the few who live but with the day:
The scientific animals are they.
Lady, this is my sonnet to your eyes.
poem by George Meredith
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