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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Poison / Nectar
You have given me this poison
You have given me freedom
To eat or not to eat
And I have eaten
And the result is this life
And in this life I am in search of
Nectar that you have given me
And I am searching from the very
Beginning with equanimity to
Success or failure and See
I have got nectar in the early morning.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Believe me
Believe me
If you want peace
Believe me
If you want success
Believe me
If you want nectar
Believe me
If you want life.
Life peaceful
Life successful
Life full of nectar
Life like life
If you really want
Come to me
I will teach you
Through the emotion
Through the poem
Through the relation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Nectar Of Eve
As I sit beneath the apple tree
and watch the waterfall.
My mind thinks of Eve.
I can still taste her sweet nectar
on the tip of my tongue.
I can still feel the sensations
of Eve’s hips as I licked.
Now as nectar start to fall
like a waterfall down my
throat. I thought I would drown
from her ecstasy. But Eve pause
to let me catch my breath, and then
once again my tongue swam in Eve’s
nectar until her passion put us both
to sleep. That was about 3 months
ago. Eve has now moved on, and all
I’m left with is the memories.
Be inner rich
O flowers! You can have colourful petals.
More than that must there be enough nectar.
Moths come to you expecting in you nectar.
Otherwise they stay with you no longer.
Women! Enrich your heart.
01.10.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Remorseful Plea
If I should drink from the nectar of the Gods
and return to my youth once more,
Would the Gods be with me
or would it be as before?
For all that I did was not enough.
My life was left undone.
Would the sweetness of the nectar
be accompanied by the sun?
Or would my life be a revolving door
making me atone
for all I left unfinished
and all I did bemoan?
As the bitterness that quenched my thirst
was not a pleasant drink,
still I drank and drank of it
and never stopped to think
of time I wasted on trivialities
which hindered my eyes
from seeing the most important of all
before a teardropp dries.
To become at home with all there is
to make me feel complete
and never wrestle with 'What should I do? '
with the sorrowful ones I meet.
Oh that the Gods would hear my plea
and understand how I feel,
they would offer that cup of nectar to drink
so that my soul could heal.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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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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Flower Queen
The Flower Queen makes haste,
The Unicorn gives chase,
The Hummingbird abuzz,
Collecting nectar and fuss.
Her wedding day draws near,
She stays calm, feels no fear.
The nectar for the feast,
She prays for wedded bliss.
Nectar
The nectar flowed for seven days
Seven sweet days
As if a cloak of wild and deep emotion
Urgent, thrilling, enveloped and intoxicated me
And in the centre a huge, pumping, ball of fire
My heart
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life
Nights i lay awake, pinned and thrilled, to my bed
In sanctuary i sat wrapped
Super-alive, listening
At work i thrived
Tired but not tired.
Alert, compassionate, driven
And love, the driver
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life
Yes, love was the lord of all-ness
And love aflame the nectar
And love unconditional the trigger, the initiator
The nectar flowed for seven days
Then river-like sped underground again
Leaving me the same, but not the same
Empty, but not empty
Unchanged, but changed
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life!
Love has changed my life!
Yes...
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Nectar
The nectar flowed for seven days
Seven sweet days
As if a cloak of wild and deep emotion
Urgent, thrilling, enveloped and intoxicated me
And in the centre a huge, pumping, ball of fire
My heart
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life
Nights i lay awake, pinned and thrilled, to my bed
In sanctuary i sat wrapped
Super-alive, listening
At work i thrived
Tired but not tired.
Alert, compassionate, driven
And love, the driver
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life
Yes, love was the lord of all-ness
And love aflame the nectar
And love unconditional the trigger, the initiator
The nectar flowed for seven days
Then river-like sped underground again
Leaving me the same, but not the same
Empty, but not empty
Unchanged, but changed
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life
Love has changed my life!
Love has changed my life!
Yes...
song performed by by Waterboys
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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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Nectar to honey
What you saw, heard and read
Are stored in your brain.
What you think, say and write
Are their outcome.
Nectar is the impression
Honey is the expression.
Bee is the brain.
Nectar and honey are not same.
29.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nectar turns honey
Nectar in the flower turns honey
Through the mouth of bees.
Truth is like nectar.
We get it as honey from the mouth [of people]
12.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Frangipani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Leaves like half burnt toast,
Hang from the shrivelled branches
Of Frangipani.
Come monsoon showers;
It comes to life and flowers,
Savours in delight…
Seduced by sweet scent
Moths drawn by the fragrance, flock
At night for nectar.
Do they have a clue?
It’s fruitless search for nectar;
Trick up nature's sleeve,
To help pollinate
As moths flit over flowers;
Play designated role…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Unspoken Words
Words,
Unspoken,
Tormenting an existence;
As you wallop your breasts;
For what lies deep beneath.
For your caged abyss, your locked vault,
Your hive sans a trickle of nectar;
Is waiting for your lips,
To serve a goddess on a platter;
To metamorphose,
The chambers of your nucleus,
In to an eternal honeycomb;
Dewy and drooling,
With the nectar of love.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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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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Into it all the same.
At a distance, a flower is noted by its colour.
Once into it, the purpose of the colour is over.
Only the nectar of the flower matters.
Pleasure is drawn in churning to honey the nectar.
A wise man makes variety from his clay
rather than buying varying makes.
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Finally The Bee Takes The Nectar Upon Itself
in the end he gives up his identify as the
working bee buzzing in the garden
of his own choosing
circling the flowers that newly bloom
hovering and sitting on them
with his mouth and sting
and sucking all the nectars therein
he takes upon itself
what is prohibited
the caste system
and the queen
today it sets itself free from the rule
and flies freely in the air
the nectar is his
because he works for it
and justifiably so
another kingdom is born
his nectar democracy
his freedom
his own destruction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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.
Jove To Hercules
'Twas not my nectar made thy strength divine,
But 'twas thy strength which made my nectar thine!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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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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