Banyan sapling grows
effortlessly
at leaky drainage sites
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Sonnet- Nature Is Wonderful
A Banyan sapling's growing on the wall;
From near the drainage-pipe, luxuriantly;
Astonishing the people near-by all;
Its trunk looks almost like a mini-tree.
Look how, the leaves appear so verdant, stiff;
The aerial roots are three metres in length;
The tree looks gorgeous as if on a cliff;
And everyday, God gives it greater strength.
Bless'd is the Bird who spat the Banyan-seed;
Thanks to the water o'er-flowing from tank;
'Tis photo-synthesis, soil-less, indeed;
It cant grow fast like ones on River-bank.
But if the roots manage to reach the ground,
The tree will live a thousand years, ‘Tis found.
poem by John Celes
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Banyan Tree
Banyan tree, banyan tree
that century old banyan tree
standing grandeurly for us to see
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Cool breeze passing through
seeking blessings of banyan tree
branches shaking in approval
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Glassy green with majestic trunk
touching the earth, not breaking free
shelter home for different birds
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Yellowish streaks, some with reddish tinge
welcome every season with a glee
symbol of eternal life
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Shedding leaves, like tears falling
a grandfather lamenting on its knees
new plants cuddling around
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Lord Buddha became its buddy
meditation was the only key
peace you get underneath
that is why it is banyan tree.
Banyan tree, banyan tree
wish fullfilling, it is banyan tree
just pray here and let you see
Banyan tree, banyan tree.
A life giver and just for free
Banyan is my national pride
preserve these at any cost
don't commit a homicide?
God blessed us with banyan tree
heat absorbing banyan tree
has healing powers this banyan tree
banyan tree, banyan tree.
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Banyan Tree
Earth needs seed,
Seeds need mud
Thought needs eyes to behold
Out of conceived thoughts
An artist sprouts
A plant grows and grows
Becomes the Banyan Tree
No care is needed than//
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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A Goldfinch Is Singing
The beauty of Nature the joys of the Spring
In that scrubby place where the goldfinches sing
Their songs of November on the sapling trees
That sway to and fro in the freshening breeze
The wildborn goldfinches lovely to behold
With red around their bills and fawn, dark brown and gold
Their twittering low notes like fairy bells ring
The wonders of Nature a magical thing
With brown spots on their fragile wings white butterflies
So effortlessly off of the wildflowers they rise
Few of them live longer than 48 hours
Their lives even shorter than Nature's wildflowers
Where-ever i turn to look Nature's beauty i see
And a goldfinch is singing on a sapling tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The forest should be burned when a sapling grows wrongly.
People should have freedom in their pilgrimages and tours. They should come and visit historical monuments and sites - let's say the sites around Iran - where they can easily engage in wide- scale contacts with others.
quote by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
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Anyone can use these sites - companies and colleges, teachers and students, young and old all make use of networking sites to connect with people electronically to share pictures, information, course work, and common interests.
quote by Mike Fitzpatrick
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The childhood friendship
A cycas plant and a coconut plant
Have shared the same nursery.
A mango seed and a banyan seed
Have shared the same germination bed.
They all went to grow severally.
Only the cycas and the mango
Enjoyed remembering their erstwhile
Companions, coconut and banyan.
04.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Fun Or Fate Poetry Writing?
Poetry writing has become a matter of fun!
With play of words many indulge in this fun;
Fun without fact will make poetry quite inept.
Fun or fate, some write poetry with true fact!
There are many things for them to have fun,
But it has become easy to play in poetry sites.
Also there are comments, voting and ranking;
These make them play this game regularly!
Fact is some are born poets in these sites also!
It is quite true some become poets sooner here!
Also it happens that some are branded as poets!
So goes the survival of these sites by this fun!
No poetry can survive long without fun and fact;
Fun or fate, poetry has become a part of life ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Peacocks and Nightingales
Danseuse peacocks frequently assembled
Under an arbour of a banyan tree
And enacted among themselves their skills.
Each came with mind and eye set on
Its feat and went with no notice on others feet.
Melody queen nightingales often gathered
Upon lush branches of a banyan tree
And recited among themselves their skills.
Each came with mind and ear set on its tone
And went with no effect from others’notes.
Peacocks and nightingales for dance and music
Aren’t good audience; it must be ducks and doves.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You can't Nip the Budding Romance
No one can nix true love
and nip the romance in the bud.
It will sprout again and spread its leaves,
Like a sapling of the plantain, cut.
Like a sapling, chopped at its stem!
Are they craving for, amoral life?
Why you sever their ties?
Bruit about rumours; bruise their minds
and assault with arms on them.
And assault with arms on them!
Their souls have been already merged
with the blessings of the Heavens!
You are yokels, what you can do
but to settle them with persons new.
You settle them with persons new!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The orphaned sapling
A sapling, she and I together grew,
pouring as much affection,
and nourishing with as much caress,
but on a forbidden soil,
under a cloudy sky,
with no one to know,
but, alas, only for a short-while,
after which we had to part,
abandoning the sapling to the fate,
we ourselves in unending pang.
Whose fault is it to grow
a perennial for a short while,
that would never yield anywhere?
Or is it like one who smokes with
pleasure, knowing it a harm to health?
Or have we to be content with
a passing cloud pouring rain?
No, let us keep it in a herbarium
as a memento for our emporium
when we part the company
rather than desert it in agony.
05.04099, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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INJECTION SITES 5 May 22 2011
There is a strong possibility that we have gone mentally ill,
Extreme Supreme Court decisions show that we’re going downhill,
An activist group wants drug injection sites everywhere, here and there,
They call it harm reduction for drug addicts, they pompously declare.
The appointed Supreme Court imposed abortion sites years ago,
They may do the same thing with injection sites as we kowtow,
We will have to respect these drug addicts as they come and go,
As they buy their illegal drugs from drug dealers all in a row.
The same appointed Supreme Court gave a holocaust of unborn,
Where those who are involved never show feelings, cry or mourn,
Graphic examples why Supreme Court judges should be elected,
Then maybe the many unborn babies might be protected.
May 22nd 2011
poem by James Bredin
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Warm and Soft as Breath
butterfly, are your
stripes and shades
a map to paradise?
if that is so, i am
already in one
so serene, so quiet
your gentle adventure
enchanting colours
entrance me, transport me
into another realm
the angels, do they fly like you?
so effortlessly, forever carrying a paradise
is paradise filled with honey? sweet
success for your rendevouz with blooms
is your caterpillar a testimony that
one grows in and out of realms?
so softly, quietly, you fly off a rainbow
leaving that little monster
you once were fluttering in trees
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Peacock
A pleasant stroll,
The peacock takes
On its way back,
Each evening.
The sun has set;
The moon has come;
The air is cool;
’Tis twilight time!
The peacock walks
Effortlessly,
Amongst house-sites,
On lanes of own.
All through the way,
It feeds on leaves
That sprouted new,
A few days’ old!
A feast to eyes
Of young and old,
The peacock runs
On seeing men.
A hardy bird
With colored plumes
That gives its stroll,
A majesty.
Across the fence,
Over the bush,
It gently flies,
If need should rise.
It makes no noise,
On way back home;
It has walked miles
Unknowingly!
No snake dare near
The alert bird
That wards off foes
By flying low.
And when it’s dawn,
The dancing starts
On terraces,
As pea-hens watch!
The national bird
Of India,
Is protected:
‘So, please don’t kill! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-6-2010
poem by John Celes
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Realms of the Butterflies
butterfly, are your
stripes and shades
a map to paradise?
if that is so, i am
already in one
so serene, so quiet
your gentle adventure
enchanting colours
entrance me, transport me
tranquilly into another realm
the angels, do they fly like you?
so effortlessly, forever carrying a paradise
is paradise filled with honey? sweet
success for your rendevouz with blooms
is your caterpillar a testimony that
one grows in and out of realms?
so softly, quietly, you fly off a rainbow
leaving that little monster
you once were fluttering on trees
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Good sites
So many social sites are for use
Readers can use and misuse
For scoring the level against
But it is much to the against interest
The sites invite wrath
Over somebody's death
If misreported or story unrelated
Putting climax and highly exaggerated
They are absolutely right if curbed freedom slight
It is not at all right
To malign and use name
For earning the blame
They are not that influential
To show it as essential
Even if name is worth condemnation
We have no business to do any revelation
It may do harm
Relation may not remain warm
Damage suits may follow
Certainly sites can't allow
Let us extend our support
Maintain good rapport
With utmost good faith
While putting the articles forthwith
It is privilege to find platform
To stay in touch and remain well informed
We are so much at advantageous position
We pay little or nothing for composition
I shall pay my complement
For providing a place for movement
Whether be it a commercial or honorary
Every part in society is essential and necessary
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I have done almost every human activity inside a taxi which does not require main drainage.
quote by Alan Brien
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A plumber is an adventurer who traces leaky pipes to their source.
quote by Arthur Baer
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