Sonnet: Little Things Matter Much
Divine we feel when parched mouths/ lips well drink,
Tender-coconut water in midsummer!
On finding sea-shells on the shore, child thinks,
‘God made this world so beautiful, brother! ’
What joy afills the children’s minds when rain,
Drizzles suddenly on their way back home;
There is great joy when man is free from pain
Or climbs a giant geo-desic dome!
A beggar’s heart is filled with joy that’s true,
When given food after starving for days;
The joy’s intense seeing the rainbow’s hue!
The starry night with moon well proves God’s ways.
Some things though small afford a greater joy;
In Nature’s lap, all men ought to enjoy.
9-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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Ten Days Of Rain
(r. stewart, k. savigar, t. brock)
The wind cries on the boardwalk
Oh god, its cold tonight
Somewhere in the city
Someones holding her tight
Hes telling her shes beautiful
Touching her long blond hair
Hes found out all the secrets
We swore wed never share
Oh, it drives me crazy
To think of her with him
Come back, baby
Come back home again
Chorus:
Ten days of rain
Ten days of rain
My heart is filled with pain
Will she ever come back again?
Ten days of rain
She said Im tired of talking
Trying to get it through to you
You never tell me you love me
Thats all I want you to do
I thought we had a future
Something to hold on to
We even talked of children
Something I never do
She loved me like no other
She held me like a child
Come back baby, come back home again
Chorus
The thought of her still haunts me
Her voice is everywhere
Ten days of rain
Ten days of rain
I can hear the freight train whistle
I can hear the church bells toll
But telephone line, when its off the hook
Thats the loneliest sound of em all
In the letter that she wrote me
Before she went away
She said darling, always remember
Love aint a hard word to say
Ten days of rain
Ten days of rain, such pain
Will she ever come back again
I dont know, I dont know
Come back baby, Im so lonely baby
Ten days of rain, ten days of rain
Is it raining all, raining all
Raining all over this world
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Rain
Waiting for the rain
At the rivers edge
Waiting for rain under a raging sun
Standing on cracked earth
The river pulls back from the mouth of the shore
Hungry for rain
Mouths drink their own tears
Feet dance to an unfashionable 'rain god'
Beating a drum limp wristed
In a distant land the casualties rise
Their carcasses loaded like dead cattle on the back of a cart
Two woman argue by a well with no water
An old man wanders across deserts calling out to his lost child
Rain rain, when will the rain fall?
An anthem of doomed lives cry out
Back home fat men with two cars cut back on sprinkling their lawn
'That's the first time in in three years'
Their mouths are full and greedy as they guzzle water from a bottle
But their hearts are full of drought
Families lounge in sprawling gardens admiring the view
Complaining about the lack of water
Until the rain god breaks suddenly breaks through
Not rain the idlers complain
While in the East far far away
The people make a joyful offerring to the skies
Dancing under the darkened night
Rejoicing in the god that spared their lives for one more day!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Child of mine…
To my beautiful child, , ,
Beautiful child, being so small you inspire me big,
Beautiful child, so fragile, you make me so strong,
Beautiful child, so tender your touch your power is great,
Beautiful child, small is your heart, infinite is the love I feel for you;
Beautiful child, your hand I’m anxious to hold, to walk life’s road with you by my side.
Beautiful child, your light will show me the way,
Beautiful child, you came to my life to teach me a lesson that I shall never forget…
Nor riches, nor power can give us the best things of life…
The smile of a child…Is the best of all rewards…
poem by Ale Duncan
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Sonnet-Man, Learn From The Birds
When Hope eternal springs in Avian hearts,
That long all day for water, food and shade,
On Summer's noon, with parched throats, body-parts,
Why shouldn't a man's despair similarly fade?
So steadily they chirp from tree to tree;
With hungry mouths and eyes frantic for food;
And Lo, some flowers greet them nectarily,
They beak their drink and speed in jocund mood.
Yet, men alone so wearily remain;
Just panting, cursing sultry, hot weather;
The cloudless sky offers no hope of Rain;
How worse off must it be for the Beggar?
Tho' they die, do Birds, commit suicide?
And all along in Nature, they abide.
poem by John Celes
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Hungry Children
Everyday children around the world are starving,
Children has to go without food,
When their parents don't have the money to feed them,
All over the world, there are times,
When all children have went to bed without anything to eat.
Children die every single day,
Because they don't have,
Enough money to feed themselves.
Food should be free to low-income families,
So that the people who can't afford to feed their children can feed them,
Without having to worry that their children or themselves will die,
If food is free to these people,
We will have children for our next gernation.
poem by Bethany Williams
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Beautiful Life, Beautiful!
Beautiful is life, beautiful,
So beautiful it will be,
With beloved share smile and laugh
When the one share his own,
Seeing and feeling not alone,
Not only sharing sorrow and happiness,
Everything they feel and think,
But also sharing everything they eat and drink!
Sharing the same cloth,
Sharing all weight and burden,
Sharing the same umbrella,
In hot Sun and rain!
Sharing the weight of bag and luggage,
Smiling together like kids of tender age!
Beautiful is life, beautiful,
When both stay together,
Lay together on Same cot,
Drink from same pot,
same room if they share,
Same eyes to look at things,
Same ears to listen to music,
Same taste in all and Everything,
Beautiful life, beautiful,
How beautiful mind is,
When heart sees
sweet heart,
we feel our beloved share
Everything with,
pain and sorrow,
But not the pain of heart,
as we are so feeble that,
we can't share his grief and sorrow
One day we will be with him and share his burden with ever lasting smile!
Beautiful life, beautiful will be,
Beautiful days will be
when I grow up to share his pain!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Dancing Moon (not in poetic order)
it was a beautiful starlit night
as the moon danced across the water.
like a ballerina upon a stage.
dazzling, hypnotizing, mesmerizing.
every move a work of art.
the ripples across the water
like her toes touching the stage.
ever so gently, like a butterfly upon a flower.
all of these things is what i saw.
on this beautiful night
'oh what a glorious sight'.
the moon played its tricks upon the water
as each wave came closer to the shore.
it was like thousands of fireflies
scooting across the water
all in perfect order.
the moon was above
the moon was below
'oh what a magnificent show'.
so when you see a full moon on a starlit night
go out and enjoy this sight.
poem by Louis Rams
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It Costs Nothing
It costs nothing to feel the sunshine,
to watch the smiling Moon…
Those gifts from heaven are so fine,
The beauty of nature is a divine tune.
Showers of rain costs nothing,
Gentle wind is also free…
Sweet songs of birds are touching,
Meeting nice people is a glee.
We enjoy the sunsets and the dawns,
We breathe the air without a fee,
We admire faithfulness of swans…
Tenderness of a child is also free.
I watch the night comes here,
It's understandable for me and clear:
The most beautiful things on earth
Can't be bought, have no worth.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 27th of July,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Midsummer Nights
Rain comes down on a misty day
Light on the water and shes coming my way
To be fair shes only wearing a smile
Ease all my trouble just by driving me wild
And like the moon dont function without the night
We come together and shes hanging on tight
She makes me tremble like I never before
Bringing me up to keep me begging for more
In every hour to be - let me satisfy your heart
I can take the days in return for the midsummer nights
We know the journey to a better life - better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find what youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights
You seen the bad times without a doubt
I know you need me - but you couldnt get out
You build your heaven - itll never be home
In a place without love - how could you ever have known
There may be one fool falling in love with you
You are the vision that Im hanging on to
Any world - any dream you can see
Can be yours and mine if we want it to be
Let me lie in your arms
Let me understand your love
I can take the lonely days in return for the midsummer nights
We know the journey to a better life - better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find what youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights
Making love to me only
Running forever - I following you
And Im not afraid
For every hour to be
Let me satisfy your heart
In return for those midsummer nights
(repeat chorus and fade)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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After the rain stops
After the rain stops,
The weather again happily dances & jumps
Then the wind frisks from home to home
The water of rain,
Fallen on every leaf like a pearl
And filling the nature with all beautiful gifts
Beautiful is the weather,
Beautiful is the wind,
O really my heart has become cool to see
The moon is emerging,
But black clouds put the veil on it
But the moon struggles to shine again and again for the world
poem by Pushkar Bisht
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Comes The Changes
When the days are full of fun,
Bright, warm with a lovely sun,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s a mist across the moon.
When a face displays a smile,
And it’s trying to beguile,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s a mist across the moon.
When one’s heart begins to fly,
Finding love with a great guy,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s a mist across the moon.
Life’s full of times that shatter,
The things that really matter,
Suddenly comes the changes,
There’s no mist across the moon.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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How Does It Feel
How does it feel"
I'm not afraid of anything
I just need to know that I can breath
I don't need much of anything
But suddenly, suddenly
I am small and the world is big
All around me is fast moving
Surrounded by so many things
But suddenly, suddenly
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
I'm young, and I am free
But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can't sleep
But suddenly, suddenly
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
Would you comfort me
Would you cry with me;
Ahh, ahh, ahh-ah
ahh, ahh-ah
ahh, ahh-ah
ahh, ahh-ah
Ahh, ahh, ahh-ah
ahh, ahh-ah
ahh, ahh-ah
ahh, ahh-ah
I am small and the world is big
But I'm not afraid of anything;
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel,
to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel
How does it feel
Different from me, different...
How does it feel
How does it feel
Different from me, different...
How does it feel
How does it feel
Different from me, different...
How does it feel
How does it feel
Different from me
(ahh, ahh, ahh-ah;
ahh-ah,
ahh-ah,
ahh, ahh, ahh-ah;
ahh-ah,
ahh-ah)
song performed by by Avril Lavigne
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If We All Were Like Children
Once there came a child approaching a gentle brook,
Dipping his hands into the water, a small fish he took.
It wiggled, and squirmed, freedom it did seek,
It made the child laugh, and squeak.
Then playing opossum it lay still, and pretended was no more,
the child lay the fish upon the rocky shore.
The fish knowing it was almost free,
flipped up in the air with child like glee.
The child tried to grab it back up,
but the fish very quickly kept flipping up.
It hit the water, and off it did swim,
the child shrugged his shoulders, and gave up on him.
Attention being short, the child saw a bug,
ran off to catch it, and give it a hug.
If everyone were in their hearts like children we see,
then the Earth would be Heaven, and life would be free.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Midsummer Nights
Rain comes down on a misty bay
Light on the water and shes coming my way
To be fair shes only wearing a smile
Ease all my trouble just by driving me wild
And like moon dont function without the night
We come together and shes hanging on tight
She makes me tremble like I never before
Bringing me up to keep me begging for more
In every hour to be, let me satisfy your heart
I can take the lonely days
In return for the midsummer nights.
Chorus:
We know the journey to a better life, better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find
What youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights.
There may be one fool falling in love with you
You are the vision that Im hanging on to
Any world, any dream you can see
Is yours and mine if we just want it to be
Let me lie in your arms
Let me understand your heart
I can take the lonely days
In return for those midsummer nights.
Chorus:
We know the journey to a better life, better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find
What youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights.
Making your love to me only
Running forever, Im following you
And Im not afraid
For every hour to be
Let me satisfy your heart
I can take the lonely days
In return for those midsummer nights...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Music Of The Thunder
Music of the thunder is sweet
To our ears indeed a great treat!
Rhyme and rhythm, you can find and hear
Evanescence of life seen here!
Early in the morning a joy
In the nature's hand a nice toy!
Withered trees, parched land scene of woe
Starved people, dying cattle - oh!
Nature played music of thunder
Accompanied by great wonder!
Streak of lightning, lashings of rain
Swelling of streams and rivers main!
Melody of thunder and rain
Great reliever of farmers' pain!
Sans water the world exists not
All living beings on earth rot!
Thunder hurts me not, nor a threat
Indeed a music - nature's pet!
I love nature, I love thunder
What a great nature-made wonder!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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My Father Departed
My father breathed his last on April 7,2012
He was well beyond fair old age but
He had ever dreamt of living further.
He lived like an overgrown child
And an unschooled rustic gentleman.
He could have lived a little more.
My father was a tyrant, an octogenarian of all odds.
He was more of voice and less of size, he was 86.
He is not any more there.
He loved us less in terms of what the world thinks,
He rather owned us in terms of what we children feel.
He has left a world of his possessions!
But he wasn`t again married despite losing
His wife when was barely 44 yrs young.
I still feel he was great that way and I salute him.
But the pain in my heart is stubborn
And it refuses to leave me for just one reason -
Why do I not feel missing my father?
You may just tell me why it is a cold finding
That I did not weep when my father died…
Even after weeks together I feel sorry.
As he was seen lying within the small depth of the coffin-a freezer and later
As the flames of the pyre licked away that frame of many bones and shrunk frozen flesh,
I remained with a feeling writ large on the heart unknown to myself.
A few days of hectic rites and isolation followed.
The rites were performed and the remains were immersed in the dying river Perar
But I didn`t weep… sorry, I must have wept - my daughter said later.
She thinks I might not have loved him much or vice versa it is…
The kids are so… let her keep her tears in stock
And weep enough when I am gone perhaps
Sorry, he is a cold leveler.
But the fact is strangely different.
I have forgotten to weep…
These days I don`t weep at all.
With my mother gone when I was barely four
And now with my father following the suit
I know I am an orphan indeed.
But my wife and daughter say - never say such things.
It is what the world around us has to be..
One with freaks of love and care.
When I think about my father,
I look for and find a small star in the sky,
If it twinkles well, I feel he is smiling at me
And I don`t mind being near it later, much later.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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For Every Child
For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame in pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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Nature and Man
She wants to be experienced and known
Need his solitude, wants Him to be alone
Nature is bold, clear and manifesting
While Man opaque with fears and hauntings
View how She drapes everyday with sunshine
Hitting Him, effecting Him, so sharp and define
She makes things bright, whether huge or small
Nature is free, owned by none, yet enjoyed by all.
Have you ever taken in the sun?
Can experience only some of it, don't know how it begun
But a Child let its rays in to reach his heart
She (nature) smiles & says, 'He's still my part
He is still pure, and in harmony
Sees through sunlight and feels sunny.'
(Nature to man)
Come to Me in woods and experience true self
You feel age free and borderless
Feel My presence all around you
You and I as one, make a special brew
Our accord is the most beautiful delight
My principle is moderation, I never excite
I have delightful days and melancholic times
Nothing in world is in perpetual prime
But My (nature) contempt with you (man) takes a start
You will be consumed by your fire, take a halt
I would remain here without my companion
My moments less complete, my sky more glum.
poem by Samima Shah
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The Finale
Sometimes horizon roams with moon
I pluck the stars
night drizzles from the dark clouds.
A shadow falls on the door
without struggle or rumor
I know he has come, my guest
the survivor of genocide.
He has come a long way
a message on his parched lips
he rubs hands.
Inferno he says. Holocaust he
murmurs. It is here again,
whole world is under siege.
He tells me, do something for the grass.
Ask your god to come back from domes.
poem by Satish Verma
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To You Whom I Love More Than Myself (Sonnet Redoublé)
I
You to whom my feelings are obvious,
may God guide you
(even if I am being presumptuous)
through every day, keeping you true,
in everything grant all that’s good,
make you sure
in every day, temper every mood
great and pure
and may He be in everything
that you put your hand to,
giving His greatest blessing,
may you be excelling in all that you do;
once I saw you jolly and free,
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea
II
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea
the epitome of youthfulness,
with no frivolity
and you were deadly serious without meekness
entering as if approaching a holy living thing
leaving the shallows you were going in deep
and it was if you were searching for something,
something from the deep beyond that you could keep
and not going to plunder, but were hunting for a holy relic
something with great wonder,
not to hang around your neck like a charm or some garlic
not made by man, or from the elements like thunder:
I watched you searching for something beyond man’s affairs,
from our lounge chairs.
III
From our lounge chairs
across from the fireplace
there was passion on your face
and it was sweet sincerity without putting on airs
where we were living out our lives, our own affairs
with depth and sweetness in every embrace
with love and true grace
in the presence of the One from upstairs
and the firelight sparkled in your hair
while outside it sieved down rain
with a crimson glare and you thought we were being stalked,
with something reflecting against the windowpane
and on the other side something was there;
we went out and we walked.
IV
We went out and we walked
along the lane from oak tree to oak tree
and holding hands we talked
and as far as we could see
the lane ran right into town,
on the little knoll, were only you and I
and we walked down,
were in love and free and above us the sky
and that spring
you had blossoms in your hair,
everything was flowering
and you were past beautiful fair
we were looking at some freshly painted art,
at the restaurant where we greeted to part
V
At the restaurant we greeted to part
and there was something weird, something touching
as again to you, I had lost my heart
and it was totally amazing
and I am still trying to think
what had happened with our goodbyes?
At what had happened with our last drink?
With your burning, aching-bright sea green eyes.
Still love slumbers on and you have been gone
for more than twenty years
as the true one
and I have cried so many tears
when you broke my heart,
you were my first sweetheart.
VI
You were my first sweetheart
astonishing beautiful and gay,
I had feelings that we would never part
that we had something that could not pass away,
while we walked up into the hill
on a small track meandering,
you following out of love and freewill
and a gentle breeze was whispering
through the trees in the wood
and the forest had a great smell
and life was great, far better than good
and everything was far better than well
while you loved me gaily,
there was sweet serenity.
VII
There was sweet serenity,
at a rock ledge
the feeling of being totally free
and we were almost right on the edge
and passion flared up between you and me.
When I found a disa, a wild orchid,
you were utterly pretty
and the flower’s beauty was quite vivid
being deeply blue hued
and I gave the flower to you and we were together
your eyes glimmered true
and that moment could have lasted forever,
we waited until late saw a white dove;
there was a golden moon in the sky, my love.
VIII
There was a golden moon in the sky, my love
and the wind was blowing again
with sparkling stars in the sky above
and later there might have been some rain.
We are far apart, my love,
with more than a thousand miles in between
but in my heart’s alcove
like you another has never been.
I do not know how the night looks, my love,
in the place that you call home
if you also hear the cooing of a dove,
as tonight we are both alone
and somehow my heart is full of pain,
I am wondering if I could do it all again?
IX
I am wondering if I could do it all again
visit you like I did then,
motorbike to you in the rain,
bringing you flowers from a glen?
Through other relationships
that has brought an own meaning
my life have gone with rises and dips
like it did from the very beginning.
Now it’s somewhat strange
to know you and not to know you at all
and our lives are different as if rearranged,
in things big and small
but we can make it up in many ways,
even if we are absent for days.
X
Even if we are absent for days,
for weeks or months without end
and your loving rays
that folds over me becomes spend,
even if destiny twist our lives
or even a demon’s rage
is all that nature gives
and destruction be our wage
then still in faith, truth and trust
our love can conquer time and space,
past this world of stone and dust,
past the abilities of the human race
with feelings finding a way to pave,
taking a honeymoon, being brave.
XI
Taking a honeymoon, being brave
driving somewhere up through the hills,
while for each other we still crave
experiencing new things and many thrills
might turn things between us back
to what it was supposed to be
if to our lives we find a new track
where you share your life with me.
Time have swept past much too fast
while between us remain great memories
and I know we cannot relive the past,
turn back time, which feels almost like centuries
and maybe your feelings are somewhat wavering,
what’s in the remembering?
XII
What’s in the remembering,
about the first passionate kiss,
about the first time in bliss,
about every single thing
that we were doing
about feelings that we could not dismiss,
that the university tried to make their business
looking eye to eye in the wooing,
but then we were aflame
with something much more
than passion something with sincerity
that hit to the heart, went to the centre core
made us explore the intricacies of love,
but at a time I thought you did not like me.
XIII
But at a time I thought you did not like me
while you looked at me in a strange way
and I was more in love than it suited me to say,
to myself I promised to let you be
when at your car we met and you set you long hair free
and I wanted to walk out of your life and away
on that particular day
but sparks in your eyes I did see
and I realised how much I had misread you
before your lips met mine
when I was totally charmed
and the bliss was remarkable and true,
while lips were touching with something divine,
never was I so overwhelmed.
XIV
Never was I so overwhelmed
with love so sincere, so complete
and my eyes, body, heart confirmed
my feelings when we did meet
and your face did glow
as if you had experienced the same thing
and then I did not know
if it was a curse or a blessing
and when I lost you the sheer pain
of how much I missed you, wanted to kiss you
made me think that I would not love again,
turned my whole world to being blue
but here we are again the two of us,
you to whom my feelings are obvious.
XV
You to whom my feelings are obvious,
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea,
from our lounge chairs
we went out and we walked.
At the restaurant we greeted to part,
you were my first sweetheart,
there was sweet serenity,
there was a golden moon in the sky, my love.
I am wondering if I could do it all again,
even if we are absent for days,
taking a honeymoon, being brave,
what’s in the remembering?
But at a time I thought you did not like me,
never was I so overwhelmed.
poem by Gert Strydom
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