Neem is neem and it is bitter
Neem is neem and it is bitter
If you like you can give
Milk sugar honey butter
Neem is neem and it is bitter.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Neem tree
Neem treeis at the top
And this neem tree
As you see here
Infront of my house
Wellwisher of all
Those who are coming
And going here and there
Bowdown before it
As a mark of honour
At every step of life
And I like its leafs
Flowers fruits
Branchs barks
Twigs trunks.
Neem tree is at the top
At the top.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Curative Properties
Neem tree has got curative properties
Of all diseases
Neem tree hold clues for all treatment.
Jagannath the Lord of the Jagat
Made of neem tree
God Jagannath has all the power of
Rescue all animate inanimate
And give salvation.
Lord Jagannath is at Puri
Near Mahodadhi Odisha Bharat
East coast of India.
Lord Jagannath Black in colour
With round eyes and always open
For the Bhaktas.
You are welcome to visit
The Lord of the Cosmos.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Kudos Cuckoo
Even the acerbic neem becomes honey
When your doubled, tripled coos-symphony
On the margosa
Gets contrived a harp-harmonica
'Bitter turned into sweeter'
Does say the crow
Pecking up the neem fruits
Up the tree flies like an arrow
To incubate your eggs
'Better do it faster'
So you utter
Knowing the reason sweeter
You coo coo and cuckooo
Your coos much we ooh
'Clappers we the listeners'
Down you then find us
Hap hap happily flapping wings
Safely then out your babes
You coo coo cuckooo....Kudos, kudos
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Uit de ogen van mijn liefde
Uit de ogen van mijn liefde,
weg, weg gij die me griefde
met vals tegenlicht,
weg uit mijn gezicht.
Jouw oren
niet de lippen
waard
die laten horen
wat mijn woorden meenden.
Verdwijn jij chagrijn
van mijn geweten,
verdwijn met je angstige
benepen bezweten
gelaat,
verdwijn voordat
ik je zal leren,
en lavend
aan de haat,
verdwijn
ik kan
me niet meer
verweren.
Fatum, Fac totum, Fatima,
Fado Tzigane neem me mee
naar de zee,
de zoute zee,
de foute zee,
de stoute zee
toe neem me mee.
Ik wil niet Con Fuego
verbranden aan
verlaten stranden
zonder jouw armen om
de mijne.....
poem by Madrason writer
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April Neem
Chirping flapping of iridescent tones
Cooccurring with a maestro's cuckooing
Through the dulcet breeze
Breaking quiscence to break open
The spectrum of colours cooling
Aurora ready to sprinkle
Bathed in empyrean ablution aromatized
Nectarial Neem efflorescing shadily divine
Wide spread deterging eerie evils
A hoary pharmacy of villagers'providence
Glittering her bespangled blossoms
Welcoming Chithirai's celestial pleasance
April angel Azadirachta indica auguring
Auspice of Meenakshi-Sundareshwar wedding
Aloft the heaven amrit-fed, a goddess-manifesto
All to prosper set in spring's flavour
Opportune Neem abundant assuasive
Advantageos analgesic all time authenticity
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pipal and neem wed
Happy they beget a son
Godly son Ganesh
haiku by Indira Renganathan
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Strange To
Strange to keep relation
In contradiction.
You know I know
Neem never sweet
Crocodile never kind
Coal never white.
Hold your tongue
Lest it destroy you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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It Tastes Like NECTAR
To be an unwanted guest
sitting alone in the absence of the host
eating food 'hot and shining like an eye of a cat',
It is not delicious, but considered 'bitter like neem';
If you happen to eat in a house
where you are greeted kindly with respect,
the host also accompanies you to dine,
however they are poor;
Even if they provide cold watery gruel,
prepared with poor quality rice grains,
It tastes like NECTAR,
imbibes with your mind and body.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-84
Purple Wreath (Kudirai valuppu,
Petrea volubilis)
Somebody cut away from me
But you rescued yourself
Hiding behind the Neem tree
Who can shorten your shelf
For you're living in my heart
Purplish violet starry racemes
Every inch adapted iridescent
Profuse hiding rough leaves
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Get The Trees Wedded, Be Blessed
Carrying on with the wedded dolls
Once all were we kids
Had we any to disclose
The dolls to wed reasons?
What the reason sparrow marries crow
Pongal blessings we how borrow
Just tradition that custom perpetuates
Logic have we any to discourse?
And drive the drought wedded the donkeys
Thrive by the thought myriad ways
Why they taught old years' sentiments
Do ask we our immeasurable doubts?
Laugh off and shirk, don't we?
Yet get the trees three wedded
Sure we be blessed
Peepul to neem, peepul to banyan
Ceremony like man and woman conjoin
Matters not who to whom the matrimony
Spin around the trees breathing in the air free
Myth doeth guide us warded off evil
Lores fill with babies women fertile
And thank then the air the neem
Purifies, consecrates to gleem
True, this and that of the tree whole
Fit with humans properties medicinal
Born under the shade of a banyan
Like Krishna kids celestial in sworn
Root to top of banyan
Help cleansing toe to head pollution
Tree of wisdom the peepul
Envisioned the sages aerial
Curative qualities peepul's natural
Enlightened Buddhas many on earth eternal
Plant them, grow them friends
A pharmacy of nature in abundance
Get them wedded; Their myths and lores..
Let be; Let be too their medicinal scores
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Surroundings-23
Season's Art
Nature's automated shots fall sprayed
Naturally automated applique done spread
Nature's naturopath in time arrived
Naturally neem-sheddings'cycle revived
poem by Indira Renganathan
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hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
ye numa'ish suraab kee see hai
naazukee uss ke lab kee kya kahiye
paNkhaRee ik gulaab kee see hai
baar-baar us ke dar pe jaata hooN
Haalat ab iztiraab kee see hai
maiN jo bola kaha ke ye aawaaz
usee KHaanah-KHaraab kee see hai
Meer" un neem-baaz aaNkhoN meN
saaree mastee sharaab kee see hai
poem by Meer Taqi Meer
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Think twice
Love grows thicker
Whether or not together
Are she and he,
As long as
Each longs for the other.
Separation is not the end
If inspiration lasts till the end.
A neem coated capsule.
Once the longing is gone
And he is out thrown
Separation is the end.
Desperation stays till the end.
A sweet coated venom.
For her, if he is
A hair cut off,
An unwanted one,
The hair leaves
Its life and its pain too.
She is no more
To him, nor any more.
Separation is a thrill
If the love persists.
21.09.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cradle Song
FROM groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew
A little lovely dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-fiies
Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppy-bole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream.
Dear eyes, good-night,
In golden light
The stars around you gleam;
On you I press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Benediction
I stirred, moaning turned on my side, feeling a bit wane
Someone knocked… oh; it was rain at my windowpane.
My eyes drifted languorously to clock in the night light.
Still haunted by the demons, that tormented me all night.
Soon rain withdrew, clouds departed, watched blue sky
Getting into my jogging gear, I felt a surge of energy.
Went to banks of Yamuna, to watch it sparkle at Sun rise
Did droplets drip from Neem tree as benediction to exorcise….
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Be, Here, Now
‘The camera does not lie’;
yet the truth rests in yourself..
Here’s this photo of one, said
by those who know, to be a saint;
(no one to say smile now please;
no one to say just say cheese..)
here is one who knows that all and everything
is God; so looks into the camera and beyond
and at all of us, and at all of all of us
as God; in goodwill; Godwill;
looking Lordward to the Lord in you and me.
Who can value such a photoed shakti..
shower of grace in just one smile
from one who gives all of himself,
to the camera as the God in us; ‘developed’, multiplied
towards infinity, and rolled around a printing press,
flashed in binary upon computer screen.
We as we look at it become all truth
and like the camera, cannot lie
about ourself: we are perfection.
Before the camera was,
I AM. click.
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[www. Hindupedia.com > Great Sages > Saints of Recent Times > Neem Karoli Baba]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Possessiveness
If I listen to the chirping swallow,
my nightingale sings a sad melody.
If I were lured by the perfume of Jasmine,
the face of my rose goes red.
If I take a bite of the Himalaya apple
my mango of Salem turns sour.
If I snooze in the shade of the banyan
my cool neem shrink her leaves.
If I sip some juice of orange,
my sweet grape feels cold.
If I see some smiling faces in face book,
my wife grumbles and shuts down the computer.
But, if I read some lines in my mother Tamil,
my step-mother English sprinkles a broad smile.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Mighty Oak
The mighty Oak has lost its massive look!
The mother-trunk is old and dying fast;
Some aerial-roots in ground anew did hook;
Their smaller trunks appear just like a mast!
The hill I knew is just a mound right now:
It’s razed to almost level ground for sheep:
Its beauty gone, children cannot say, ‘Wow! ’
No meadows, trees now dot its sides, less steep.
Familiar things have vanished like a dream;
The landscape looks different but deceptive;
No more, I see the tamarind and neem;
More neighbors are strangers, less receptive!
Old lovely smiling faces can’t be seen:
Remaining few relatives looking mean!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-9-2008
poem by John Celes
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Sugar & Honey
(orbison--dees)
Sugar and honey, is what I cry for
Sugar and honey, is what Id die for
And darlin doll you make my life worthwhile
Because I want you sugar and honey.
Sugar and honey, keep me goin
Sugar and honey, I been a-knowin
Well everytime your lovin lips meet mine
You know I want you sugar and honey.
A little bit-a sugar, a whole lotta honey
Its alright sugar and honey mornin noon and night
Give me sugar and honey anytime.
Sugar and honey, is what I live for
Sugar and honey, for the flavor
Every little bitty thing you do
Just makes me love you, sugar and honey.
A little bit-a sugar, a whole lotta honey
Its alright sugar and honey, mornin noon and night
Yeah sugar and honey anytime, ah sugar and honey all the time
I need sugar and honey anytime.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Sonnet: All Things Have a Purpose
A wild tree grows for ants to be its guests!
Old water-tank helps frogs spawn, croak each year;
A neem tree grows for birds to build their nests;
The refuse-dumps rear insects sounding ear.
The cut tree-trunks help white ants eat and breed;
The papayas help birds to beak with joy;
On wild berries, squirrels happily feed;
The tall palm-trees house pea-fowls to enjoy.
The wilder trees add greenness to the earth;
The wild flowers give nectar to wild bees;
The parrot-noise though disturbing, gives mirth;
His duty to His creatures all, God sees.
Don’t blame something if you can’t understand;
God knows the uses of the desert-sand!
poem by John Celes
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