Sonnet: A Poet’s Dream
I dreamt I turn’d into a rose flower,
That’d fully blossomed, looking so lovely!
Because I wished to be a bee-lover,
One morn as dawn came on very stealth’ly.
I was a rose, red-petaled and much pretty,
Emitting fragrance really very sweet!
My lover-bee buzz’d on to me happily,
Hovering around, with his rhythmic wing-beat.
“Good morning sweetheart! ” it said and kissed me.
“I’ve flown for miles, seeking your divine face, ”
“O spare me some nectar for I’m thirsty,
And some more nectar for my kids, in case.”
“O bee-lover! All my nectar’s for thee;
Only promise to always visit me! ”
poem by John Celes
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Flower of Delight
Enter my flower
love becomes an open door
into my hearts way
Once again I come
drinking in your sweet nectar
flower of delight
Color my dreams blue
enter my lovely flower
in the morning dew.
I melt in nectar
of this beautiful flower
she overwhelmes me.
poem by Heather Burns
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Drink the Nectar
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.
Life is nectar
Beginning is poison
End is nectar
No no
Beginning is nectar
Middle is nectar
End is also nectar
Whole things
Whole activities
Is only nectar
Enjoy the life
Life is not bitter
Life is nectar.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The happy lover
He is called the happy lover
for keeping a warm smile always on his face
even when he is feeling sad
no one will never know
and this sweet girl is everything to him
he is ready to do anything for her
a merry couple married for love
no Romio and Juliet or Antony and Cleopatra are compared to them
the happy lover told his sweetheart:
'I will always keep happy and strong just for you'
she told him:
'and I will keep smiling to the happy lover of my own'
sitting under a cherry apple tree, the happy lover said:
' you will always be my fragrant rose and the only sweet girl of mine'
truly the happy lover must be his name!
poem by Rehab Helmy
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Nectar Sweet
My humming bird heart
beats for you
faster still with you in sight;
but you my flower
elude me.
I flutter
mid-air in flight
above other flowers
but no nectar drips from my beak's visit;
no matter how far I plunge
toward some flower's-center
it's not yours, and I retreat.
I pause,
flutter away
without that sweet juice of yours
I crave.
Possessing it is my Obsessions' Obsession.
Nothing deters my eye
from my flower-mission;
neither cat
nor rival bird
challenge me
when they espy my determined ire,
as I put my sharpened beak on display,
exhibiting to them my humming bird speed
and my reckless need.
No, they shrink
away
with second thoughts
and leave me to my nectar quest.
Some flowers are beautiful,
but none so beautiful as yours;
this is set in me for all time-
even if I,
nectarless,
become weak and falter-
no longer able to fly
and plunge spiraling to the ground;
I will have you my sweet
or no nectar at all.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hot Kiss
i want
one kiss
for rose flower
the flower say
soory
'hai..kiss me
i am your lover'
i am saying for
rose flower
'you did not my
lover...go out'
Saying rose.
at same time one
ugly butterfly come
with kiss on rose
red lips...
with hot...
my heart hunt...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My Flower
Enter my sweet one
love becomes an open
door
my heart awaits you.
Once again I come
to drink of your sweet
nectar
flower of my heart.
A lovely red rose
holding fast to a
trellis
never letting go.
While my love remains
you are my flower of
love
passion of my life.
I long to hold you
carress you so gently
touch your handsome
face.
poem by Heather Burns
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Roses For Rose
Roses for Rose in the garden of love,
But let the matter rest when you have no view;
For your relationship has landed on the rocks already.
Rose is my lover and i have a rose for her,
And like a bucket full of boiling beans;
But you may have a myriad of problems in the land of your muse.
My lover is so sweet like the rose,
So i always bring her roses to satisfy her muse;
But do not fix in your larger foot in the garden to destroy other things,
For i only do visit her at the right time when she always call me in!
And stop worrying about her because she is called Rose in the land of roses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eyes are diamonds
I taste her saliva as nectar,
Smell her armpit as jasmine,
Listen her breath as a melody,
Feel her skin as rose petal
And her eyes I see as diamonds.
For a lover, the diamonds stand out.
19.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lover Be Thy Name
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name I say
Hey, hey, hey lover
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name
Everyday when the sun goes down
And all alone I face the night
I thinkof you and all that you've been
To me you've torn away a hole in my life
Don't try to be my sister, my mother, my friend
Cause it would never ever be the same
Hey, hey, hey
Lover be thy name
In the Middle of the night
Lover be thy name
In the middle of the night
Lover be thy name
Go live your life and I'll try live mine
But baby, if you see me out on the street
Walk away, turn away
Don'tlook in my eyes
Till I get my heart back on my feet
Don't wanna be your brother or the
Shoulder you lean on
Just to ease the burning pain
When I Call you there's no answer
When I had your love
I didn't know the words to say
Those words to make you stay
I should have said
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name
song performed by by Haddaway
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Flower and Bee
“Who are you? ” said the rose to the bee.
“What’s it to you? ” said he arrogantly.
“Well, I don’t know who the hell you are,
and why you’re stealing my special nectar.”
“Don’t you realise that I’ve come from afar
just to collect your special nectar.”
“Good manners cost nothing and that’s a fact,
and a little respect would see to that.”
“I’m in a hurry and haven’t got time for this,
I have many pick-ups that I just can’t miss;
and I take exception to being called a thief
after all said and done I bring you relief.
It’s a simple case of I help you and you help me,
an excepted procedure for the flower and bee.
“I know perfectly well the procedures Mr Bee,
all that I’m asking is for common courtesy.
You should politely ask before coming aboard,
consideration for privacy can’t be ignored.”
“I’m sincerely sorry for my thoughtless attitude,
I hope you’ll forgive me for being so rude.”
“Of course Mr Bee, now that you’ve apologised,
good manners will benefit you and your hive.”
“Then may I have your permission to carry on,
I’m busy, busy, busy, and my works never done? ”
poem by Orlando Belo
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A Lover, Wished
A lover!
One that is kept,
Like none other...
From me that has left.
To stop my breath...
Unexpectedly.
A lover!
With a mutual committment.
And a chemistry we both agree,
Satisfies needs...
There to please.
And enjoy thoroughly.
A lover,
Wished.
A lover that exists as is.
A lover free,
To share...
Happiness with me.
A lover,
Warm.
Loving to kiss and is honest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lily Poet Vavroovahana Patra 9853390060, INDIA
Lily smiles delightfully;
Poet enjoys the beauty gaily.
Silvery Lily allures in morn;
Beauteous is the dawn.
Beautiful is wintry Nature;
Lovely are the creatures.
Sun beam magnifies the beauty;
Mind enchants with gaiety.
Silvery Bride smiles gaily;
Allures lovers enthusiastically.
Insane lovers drink the nectar of beauty;
Mind contents with gaiety.
Beauteous is the creation;
Praying, poet derives his benediction.
Derives peace;
Derives Divine Bliss.
The Heavenly Bride farcifies lover;
Provides Divine pleasure.
Pure Bride tranquilises mind daily;
Poet’s mind enchants gaily.
The dream girl encourages for a bright future;
The Beauty princess is a treasure of peace in the lap of Nature.
The Beauty vergin is joy forever;
Come and enjoy the beauty of the Virgo, the fairy, drink the nectar of peace, pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Wither, Im A Flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
So city is my sister
And country is your brother
Learn to lose your battles
Cryin' on a shoulder
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Shift of sex
Flowers are, in general, endowed with
Scent and nectar to woo bees and flies
For the ultimate goal of impregnation.
Then why do the Jasmine and the Rose,
Known for scent and nectar, fail,
In their courtship, to get impregnated?
Do they copy men and women,
Who want only sex and not its fruit?
18.11.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Innocence Vavroovahana Patra
Innocence of the Virgin allures daily;
The lover derives peace gaily.
Silvery Beauty allures in morn;
Beauteous becomes the dawn.
The rosy virgin is a Deity;
Inspires with gaiety.
Mind surrenders on Beauty;
Poet derives gaiety.
Beauty is God’s creation;
Frees lover’s tension.
Heavenly Beauty is a Divine gift;
Appears to pervade delight.
She magnifies the beauty of Nature;
Beholding, all derive pleasure.
Tranquilises lover’s mind daily;
Lover likes peacefully.
The cosy rosy flower smiles in the garden of society gaily;
Plays delightfully.
The tiny lovely flower provides peace;
Beholding, lover’s mind enchant with pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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No Good Lover
Hes a no good lover
Baby I tried him out
Hes handsome and he knows how to use it
And he doesnt take a no for an answer
Like a catcher in the rye he nags till you die
His flatter makes you fall
But dont expect to have a ball
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes - na - na - na - na - na
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes - na - na - na - na - na
On the beach youll see him showing off badly
With a golden look he conquers your best friend
And she has to say yes to her new excess
Americas by far the most miserable man
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes - na - na - na - na - na
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes - na - na - na - na - na
Hes a no good lover - na - na...
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes a no...
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes - na - na - na- na - na
Hes a no good lover
Baby Ive tried him out
Hes - na - na - na - na - na
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Red Rose Of Love
Red rose for my lover,
Red love from her heart;
Red rose from my lover,
Red love from my heart;
Red rose,
Red heart,
Red love,
Red flower,
To praise the muse of her heart with roses;
Love is all around you.
A rose for me,
A rose that says more than two weeks in water;
Just like the dream that brings tow together,
My heart waits for you always.
Red rose of hearts,
red rose of love,
Like the true life in paradise;
I am living with the rose and,
I have a life to share with her.
Life is like a rose from a tree,
Visiting Canada in style;
Where i have more ice to see.
Roses of red to swim my muse with,
Together with my wife to take a trip;
This red rose is more than two weeks in water!
It is still going strong,
The roses of love on this journey;
Red rose of love,
Red hearts at peace,
Red rose of a muse that muses;
I am living in paradise on my lover's rose.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Ways of the Mind
The Ways of the Mind
Against the thorns
Grazing,
To the honeyed rose
The bee flew
A-buzzing!
With the breeze
Swaying
Was the pretty rose-
And at the bee it
Sighed with envy.
"How I wish
I were the bee
Flying so free
And not bound
To the ground
Like the piteous me."
So thought the flower
In its bower.
"How I wish
I were a flower
Cupping the sweet nectar
And bound
To the ground
Without having to fly
All day long."
So sang the bee
By the lea.
From above
The Omniscient smiled
At the strange ways of the mind-
For were not each of them
Now interchanged—
The flower having been the bee
And the bee having been the flower
In their previous birth and longed so!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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