Monarch Dictum (a tridectina refrain)
M eet
O ne of
N ature's most
A daptable
R oyal butterflies;
C harismatic Monarch.
H is practical contrivance,
D etermines her compliance. The
I nformative appliance, detects
C apacity and alliance status.
T hus he'll fix, the composition of his mix.
U nder milkweeds, rests, paired black and orange vibrance.
M eet one of nature's most adaptable royal butts
poem by Diane Hine
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Adaptable (Anything For You)
If you were Lucy
I'd be your Ricky
When you were juicy
I'd get real sticky
And when you're magic
It makes me tricky, too
Yeah, I'm a Sony
You're Panasonic
I'm heavy metal
You're philharmonic
If you get earaches
I'd turn my volume down
A notch or two for you
'Cause I will do anything for you
Anything you want me to
I'm so adaptable to you
Was untrappable 'til you
I will do for you
Anything for you
Adaptable to you
Adaptable to you
If you do that fold out
I'll scream and holler
But when you hold out
I'll spend three dollars
One way or other, babe
I'll spend the night with you
That's true
Now, you ain't no Hepburn
And I ain't no Fonda
But if you were drownin'
In Golden Ponda
Mouth to mouth
I'd resuscitate with you
Because I'm so adaptable to you
Anything you want me to
I'm so adaptable to you
Was untrappable 'til you
I will do for you
Anything for you
Adaptable to you
Adaptable to you
Adaptable to you
So plug me into you
Say you're Vampira
And needed plasma
And I was dying
From chronic asthma
I'd leave my death bed
To draw some blood for you
Just for you
Because I will do anything for you
Anything you want me to
And I will do anything for you
Anything you want me to
Yes, I'm so adaptable to you
Leave a craps table for you
On a winning streak
I will do for you
Anything for you
Adaptable to you
Adaptable to you
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Things With Wings
As fragile as our heartbeat-so too are the Sparrows
Bathed softly by the Springtide breeze
Spectators of the bucholic of Mother Nature
Perched upon stenciled branches of old oak trees;
Cocooned into their very own kingdom
Where the honeysuckle grows wild and free
Their melodious song breaks open the silence
As the day carries along sweet destiny;
The catapillar leaves its shelter
It's metamorphosis very soon
Minutes tick off in sweet surrender
As morning unties it's way to noon;
Butterflies appear as if by magic
An experience unraveling into a greater thread
Velvety-silken wings-of deep orange and black
Voila, the Monarch's emerge, raising their sleepy heads!
poem by Theodora Onken
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A practical botanist will distinguish at the first glance the plant of the different quarters of the globe and yet will be at a loss to tell by what marks he detects them.
quote by Carolus Linnaeus
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Colores Secundarios: Naranja
horrible tasting gum, lindsey lohan’s
wretched lipstick choice, jack-o-lanterns,
fat tabby cats (with stripes) , monarch
butterflies, chester cheetah (with spots) ,
nicki minaj sporting her orange weave,
johnny rotten seemingly having washed
his head in orange sewage, orange
creamsickle, sweet potato fries, guitar
amplifier company, a basketball,
pumpkin spice votive candles, the
color of a “high” supposed terrorist-
attack level in the US circa bush &
now phased out (4/27/11) , cattleya
aurantiaca, navels & blood oranges
(amidst 10 zillion other kinds) .
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Art of Symbol
Whether meaningful, or just beautiful
Whether easy to understand, whether full of mystery
A simply shape, or a detailed design
Symbol is created
From nature, from imagination
From dream, from experience
Whether adaptable, whether unchanged
Symbol is taken
For secrecy, for practical
The color, the code
To unite, to protect
Symbol is used
God's sign, devil's mark
Good luck, bad omen
A clear help, or a hidden warning
Symbol is interpreted
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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An unjust composition never fails to contain error and falsehood. Therefore an unjust connection of ideas is not derived from nature, but from the imperfect composition of man. Misconnection of ideas is the same as misjudging, and has no positive existence, being merely a creature of the imagination; but nature and truth are real and uniform; and the rational mind by reasoning, discerns the uniformity, and is thereby enabled to make a just composition of ideas, which will stand the test of truth. But the fantastical illuminations of the credulous and superstitious part of mankind, proceed from weakness, and as far as they take place in the world subvert the religion of REASON, NATURE and TRUTH.
quote by Ethan Allen
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A harlot’s status
A woman, as she’s paired with a man
In a duet, a dance or a love scene,
Can perform without sexual emotion.
So is a harlot; give her same status.
14.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Royal Family
Royal parents,
Royal birth,
Royal relationship,
Royal love,
Royal wedding,
Royal pregnancy,
Royal child,
Royal family;
Roya, loyal! !
The lineage,
The history,
The heritage;
Nancy, pregnancy!
Line, lineage;
And, you still have her in your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bonded Crisscross
A plus and a minus
In tangled alliance
A yes and a no
Tug of war in alliance
Nature if that be..
A woman, her man
A plus, a minus whoever be
Composure and discomposure
A bonded crisscross
Coired fibre, fabricated yarn
Braided plait interlaced all
Sun and shadow alike
Wedlock in joy and sorrow
A bonded crisscross
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Disembarkment From The Nature
Love for the nature is always
there in my heart
I am as sensitive as
the nature
I love nature as love as
I love my mother
I am neither a tech savvy
nor development savvy
but I am nature lover at heart
I love shy butterflies
rivers without dams
i love sunsets and sun rises
which we can n't dreamt of
in our concrete jungles
With every new development make
us more insensitive, unkind
and arrogant to the nature
we always thought of above nature
we destroyed forests and building parks
we build the dams destroyed
the sanctity of rivers
we killed butterflies with pollution
and deforestation in the name of development
we lost ourselelves in
the cut throat competition
and globalization
It is not too late
let us start love the nature
let us not sacrifice the nature
on the altar of profits
if nature turns furious
it will wipe out human kind
(Dedicated to the nature lovers and who are in fighting for environment and human rights)
poem by Varun Madhu
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Alive By Science
Respirators ventilators
High and holy legislators
Give me agony
Pure agony
Vegetation indignation
Endless one-way conversation
Aint living to me
And when I lose all my self-reliance
Dont keep me hooked up to no appliance
Dont keep me (if you love me)
Yeah dont keep me
Alive by science
I hear an angel banging on my door
Big daddy on the top floor
Shouting free
You gotta be free
This is my life cest mon affiare
Fat ladys singing
I dont stand a prayer
Now be a love and pull the plug on me
Now babe if you be true to our aliance
Please dont pump my lungs without my compliance
Dont keep me
Yeah dont keep me
Alive by science
And when I lose all my self-reliance
Dont keep me hooked up to no appliance
Dont keep me
Yeah dont keep me
Alive by science
I beg you bady dont keep me (alive by science)
Yeah baby dont keep me (alive by science)
Oh baby dont keep me (alive by science)
Aw baby dont keep me (alive by science)
Oh dont keep me (alive by science)
Shoo bop oh bo de oh yeah (alive by science) family members mortgage lenders give me agony (alive by science)
Im stuck in bed seeing red (alive by science)
Blood flows but my brian is dead (alive by science)
To be or not to be (alive by science)
Baby dont keep me (alive by science)
Dont you dare keep me (alive by science)
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Compliance....
there is nothing amazing
on things of compliance
duty does not glitter
it is just there for a function
it has not the passion of
the flower that blooms still
despite the deep forest
where light is nil
and waters few
perhaps it is only the dew
that pays its respect
on matters of compliance
where the heart breaks
and pain says nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have a Web site that parents and girls can use to learn about Title IX and take action if they find their school is not in compliance. Thirty years after Title IX passed, 80 percent of schools are not in compliance.
quote by Geena Davis
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The Right To Choose....
sorrow's eyes look backward
the useless
past, it has toyed us well
it is a mere ploy
to a play
close all of those eyes
better put them all aside
in darkness
how can we heal these wounds
when these eyes
keep on shedding tears
a sea of salt
it is too painful and we swim in
these pains
enough, i've had enough of these
futility
there is a garden
above it are clouds and birds
the flowers bloom
and too inviting us to a feast of scents
and colors
life, vibrance, vigor, zest,
bees
and butterflies and beside it
brooks and creeks
a choir of falls between the cliffs
this right to choose what to see
is here again...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Season-8
Ah
Spring of love flowers
Vasant
Green
Signals to flourish
Fertile
Waltz
Around flowers
Butterflies
Buzz
Bees and beetles
Honeysucklers
Paired
Couples ring the bell
Wedlock-season
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Early Works - Lucky
Black with flecks of white under his chin
across my manuscripts with muddy paws
treads my furry pet
butts my pen with his head
then with amber eyes
looks at me dolefully
as if to say “Did I do something wrong? ”
Again, with head gives my pen another shove
rolls on his back to have his tummy rubbed.
Drippy tap, ears alert
flick with paw makes muddy dirt
will sit in sink all day long
when tap washers gone.
Curls up near fire on cold night
beams a smile, I’m all right.
Darkness does not like
rather chase butterflies in sunlight
never far does he roam
loves his family and his home.
29 June 1978
Author’s Note:
Lucky was our first cat which we had for eleven years. He was all black when we first got him hence his name, and as he grew older little flecks of white grew under his chin.
poem by David Harris
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The Artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation of the works of Genius, whether of man or Nature. The Artisan is he who merely applies the rules which others have detected.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Honey Lips
Honey Lips feed butterflies,
One by one as they fly by.
They stop to rest a spell,
Honey Lips feed them well.
Feeding them all the same,
Not even knowing a title
or name.
Gathering them in a swell,
Honey Lips feed them well.
The monarch, most beautiful
to see,
It could be you probably me.
They need the sun to warm them
fast,
So nectar Honey Lips will last.
To Honey Lips this is a game,
Treating butterflies, all the
same.
poem by Heather Burns
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Gordale’s Raven King
On Gordale’s lofty, craggy heights
Which, riven, grasp heavens in their maw
The royal raven claimed his rights
In croaking, harsh, imperious caw.
In regal pomp he sat, surveyed
And scanned his limestone-pillared hall
Anthracite plumage bright displayed
Yet still a speck on cliff so tall.
Then, stretching wide his gloss-black wings,
He plunged, his feathered flight to forge
And, emulating mighty kings,
He viewed the empire of his gorge.
But, as he soared towards the sun,
Subduing subjects ’neath crowned head,
A poacher raised his mortal gun
And shot the cackling monarch dead.
So now, in Gordale’s gaping cleft,
Hushed, rugged rocks are loath to ring
Harsh echoes, since they are bereft
Of avian monarch, raven king.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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