Remember
No feeling nothing
Envelope not closed
weightless odourless
Font pre-set.
No touch no emotion
No colours no affection
Flat questions flat answers
Plant trees having no leaves
No flowers No no life
Not like this.
Remember, Ours artful earth
Has lovely scent fresh jasmine
All white fragrant flowers.
Truth and peace reign supreme
Love and love the bond
Life's eternal cream.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A gift for every occasion! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The bracelet of fresh and fragile white fragrant
Jasmine buds, its soft feel and sensuous scent,
That you so tenderly slipped on my wrist
And the look in your eyes, and your tight grip.
I still remember, as I fondly look
At the string I had dried, in my scrapbook.
Sitting by bay window, watching twilight
Smiled to myself, reminisce about that night.
Today to make up after a bad fight,
Cold vibes; we both felt wee bit contrite.
You tied jasmine in my hair; and I lay
Wondering, how flowers quietly convey
What somehow, we all feel uneasy to say
At times words limit us, ego comes in way.
There are flowers for every occasion;
Act as bridge with little persuasion.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Probing Questions
Is there something more to life, than endless days of toil and strife?
Is there something after all of this; a Hell below or a Heavenly Bliss?
Can there truly be life after death, this when we take our final breath?
That question always asked is why; do innocent people have to die?
Why do righteous people perish, while evil seems to always flourish?
Friend is there truly a Living God, who rules above the earth we trod?
And does God truly care for us; mortal beings that return to the dust?
Can anyone have true peace of mind, in this world that is so unkind?
Why’s there evil darkness everywhere, if He is a God filled with care?
And why would a God full of love, simply sit and watch from above?
These are just a few of many more, questions asked about my Lord,
Questions that you may have asked; some in the not so distant past.
Many questions are Satan’s reproof, to keep many from God’s Truth,
Let none of them keep you from, Christ who from Heaven has come,
With answers to these and more, on questions about Heaven’s Door.
The Spirit leads to God’s Word, with the answers to questions heard,
Eternal answers which you will find, fill your heart not just your mind.
Where God not just answers them, but gives new life to all my friend.
Then all the questions are second to, the Eternal Life He’s given you.
And now an answer in my life, is to Heaven I’m going in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
Sweet Child
Your sweet child is sleeping but,
My sweet child is on the way;
So swift be thy flight oh my little one,
And like fresh shower for the thirsty flowers.
To rest on their mothers breasts and,
To feed on their mothers breasts;
And from love's shining circles on this issue,
But listen to the springs like a flowing music.
When friendship decays, true love lies withered;
But i will swing along with my child on the wings of love!
And like the blossom of the heavens with the gates of light.
Oh Isles of perfume,
In a vale of flowers to seek for your children;
And like a gift that is wrapped with love than hate,
For my muse will find a way to touch your hearts.
Life is like a child at play when her mother sleeps,
But in the land of roses i have found my love;
And with beautiful flowers singing to us for peace,
For in a humble prayer i will come to you with joy.
Oh lights of lovely scent afar,
Hymns of joy and sweet bed of flowers;
I married very late but,
I will like to see my grandchild before i die.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lovely flowers
Clour clour
Flowers on
The world...
With out fly
Sitting on the trees
And plants...
Clours flowers
Fly...
Some time air
Fly the flowers
Are making lovely earth...
Flowers are lovely...?
Lovely are flowers..!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Flat Stanley's Visit To England
A little friend came to visit one day
And I said, 'Fancy that! '
He said his name was Stanley,
I said, 'How come you're flat? '
He said it was an accident
A board fell on his head;
But he'd been lucky really, 'cause
It could have killed him dead!
He also said, 'It's easier now
To get around so much'
And he doesn't need a passport
To help him keep in touch.
He slips inside an envelope
As easy as can be,
And travels with the mail
Until he's where he wants to be.
No wonder Stanley's happy
And grinning like a cat:
His life is all adventure...
I wish that I was flat!
poem by John Carter Brown
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Remembering Mr.Brown
When you reach out
to touch yesterday
Remember the quivering breeze
the stillness whispering in the trees
Remember how the headlines read
Another dark night -Another almost dead
Don't look at me
Don't touch me
Just get on your knees before me
Remember
isn't that what you said?
Remember the fields of flowers
the play of sunlight on
my blackened body
Remember between life and death
there are just shades of gray
Took my life-
and abandoned me in a cold naked hell
You took until there was nothing
left to take
Remember the only love
you had to give
was fake
poem by Sherri C.'s Little Sis
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Three prayers during spring
I. I did not expect this early spring
I did not expect that after this severe winter
that destroyed flowers, grass and plants
that this early
without even rain falling, showering down
spring would come in all this glory
with trees blossoming in bright white and pink colours
plants flowering
unfurling and to be again really living.
I did not expect these blessings,
in life’s early winter
that even though I am constrained,
my career is falling to pieces
and not by my own making
my words, my verses
are coming to their own
and this has brought me
to see that God is truly great
that even the seasons of life
is in His hand.
II. My buds are form Your hand
I thank you Lord that you by grace are blessing me
causing my slender flowers to grow,
that you let my words pour down like rain
hanging flooding over in bell like strings
in internodes, joints of roses
in a pure white colouring which catches the eye
that by love you delegate me as the one
who is worth to blossom in your shade.
I thank you Lord that you by grace are blessing me
not like others of my kind, but hanging
with odourless buds opening
in internodes, joints of roses
in strings upon strings
and although some people want to prune me of blunt,
that you let my words pour down like rain
although people hit in nails
ridicule, hold my words, my verses in parody
with odourless buds opening
my abilities are formed on your grindstone,
although my stems are struggling against a stormy wind.
I thank you Lord that you by grace are blessing me
folding your strong hand over me,
although they are thinking of flowers like roses, irises, geraniums
ridicule, hold my words, my verses in parody
you are sending my verses out to all places
and I thank you that they are flowing from your hand,
that you let my words pour down like rain
that your light shines like diamonds in every drop,
that you are causing my cups to burst open
although they are thinking of flowers like roses, irises, geraniums
which brings forth fragrant odours, but I am
tempered by you to glow with an own beauty.
I thank you Lord that you by grace are blessing me
that you let my words pour down like rain
ingenuous, pure and fresh
flooding over in bell like strings
that you are causing my cups to burst open
in a pure white colouring which catches the eye.
l’Envoi
III. In your shade and care I am blossoming
I thank you Lord
that you by grace are blessing me
causing my slender flowers to grow
flooding over in bell like strings
in internodes, joints of roses
not peach, purple or pink
like others of my kind
but in a pure white colouring
with odourless buds opening
and some ridicule, hold my words,
my verses of rhyme and free form in parody
but my flowering is from your hand
and I can understand that they are thinking
of flowers like roses, irises, geraniums
which are tempered against the elements
bringing forth fragrant odours
that perfumes the air
but in your shade and care I am blossoming.
[Reference: The blossoming by Tatamkhulu Afrika, Vier gebede gedurende die jaargety in die Boland (Four prayers during the yearly seasons in the Boland.) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Village
When a new life turns towards you
And the night becomes a bay
We shall remain forever
Everyone who meets his way
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The rain and the sea and the hours
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The rain and the sea and the hours
When the rain falls to the sea
Theyll be waiting for you and for me
And the sky reflects our image
Trying to sleep right through our lives
Oh, our love is like the earth
The sun and the trees and the birth
Oh, our love is like the earth
The sun and the trees and the birth
I am still here two days later
Same place, same time
And Im stuck here two years too long
Same place, the wrong time
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The rain and the sea and the hours
Oh, our love is like the flowers
The sun and the sea and the hours
Their love died three years ago
Spoken words I cannot show
song performed by by New Order
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LOVE (the union of hearts)
loves bond of hearts
love relation of hearts
decorated life of love
Adorned with a world love
love combines hearts
Sea of love hearts
If the heart beats love
love language of the heart
Of strangers not distinguish himself and in the love
charming love stream of life in this world
love wavy is a longing in these aired
Rain Drops, hurry in these is a definition of love
The scent of flowers in a hope of love
All this is in universe settle remains love
love bond of hearts
love yields of hearts
decorated life of love
Adorned with a world love
poem by Anand Shrivas
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Doing Fine
the passion of doing a thing
that you love
it loves you too
feeds that passion with fuel
a conflagration
a fusion of fire and desire
you ask me why i am doing it
because i love you
not because you love me
because i love you
things love you in return
the barks of trees that you touch
give the best leaves
the most colorful flowers
the scent
pervading the air of the night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flat
Back at the flat
I talk to my non-existent cat
Silence covers me like a Panama hat.
And the wonderful day we had at the zoo
Sunshine and ice cream; you snapped a Gnu.
Now echoes in the silence
That lonliness brings
Back at the flat where my life still clings,
Back at the flat i slowly fade in pain
Who will i hold so close again?
As cutting memories drive me insane
Trapped, i look out and it begins to rain.
Back at the flat i try to plan ahead
Feel one true kiss before i'm dead
Hold a hand that squeezes back tight
Drink wine and sing in someones moonlight.
Watching her in the kitchen, eyes glowing brand new
Now everything is a memory
Painted deep blue.
Back at the flat i dream a hug will come
A spark from her touch to heat this body numb.
Where is one night of stars to romance
She'll blow me a kiss as the world still rants.
My unknown love is waiting for me
All i need is her smile
And i'm flying free
Back at the flat my daydream ends
I cast my fate to the wind
And pray it ascends.
poem by Kevin East
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Oh Manatee
manatee that soothes my
soul
my free thought and speech
is swimming in my
heart and left
hand
i love the stick
of sound i play you every
summer for a sum
fourteen hundred
flowers in a field that
my sister spirit danced
in. Death con-
sumes
ME.
Me all the time. I I I
I.
I love. I hate I
BREATHE.
BREATHE MY
heavy, heavy, heavy LIGHT
flatulation.
Flat, flat is my soul.
Flat is her chest.
7. is my four.
i love my flours. Flours make.
cookies.
I love manatee.
Sex my macadamia man-nuts.
poem by Madam Poontang
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A Rose Intoxication!
Queen of flowers rose is always a fascination!
Rose is symbol of passionate love cheers mood!
Rose lady gives great pride to be with anywhere!
Special respect to rose never changes anywhere;
Red rose, pink rose and even blue rose are there
Occupying a pride of place none can have ever!
Bouquet of rose flowers elates anyone to dizziness!
A special gift indeed rose flowers makes to all!
A single rose is enough to make one grand to look
Instead of a big cluster of flowers of jasmine or lily!
Scent of rose remains fresh in mind wherever one is;
Such a unique flower rose how can anyone ignore
Whether it is in the garden or lies on a wayward side!
Now after seeing rose and read on rose I am intoxicated..!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Meaning Of Life
Long I have pondered the meaning of my existance
The answers I believe exist deep within a soul
It's in the beauty that lives around us every waking moment
It is lullaby's sweet melody calling us back to slumber
It's the spectacular sunrise of another beautiful day
The smell of fresh meadow flowers opening in mornings dew
It's the smile of a complete stranger as you pass on life's journey
It's the contented laughter of an infant at play
It's that touch of affection from someone held so dear
That look of complete and utter love in their eye's
It's the tears that flow freely from someone in pain
It's all the things we see in life that we think nothing of
The meaning of life is what we choose to make it
The time we take to absorb the very fabric of life around us
The effort we put into making someone's day a little brighter
But mostly it's the love we show when needed by those around us
Embrace the birth of each new day with enthusiasm
Smile at the rising of the sun, feel it warm your very soul
Let those around you know just how much you care
Because the meaning of life, is quite simply... To live it...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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You Dream Flat Tires
It came to pass
Like lightening striking from above
Electric flash
Just like lightening striking from above
Struck by precious love
Precious, precious love
So hopeless and so inspired
Why do you dream flat tires
When you dream flat tires?
You dream flat tires
With a jack and a spare youre there
Trying to get to where love is
Coming in on a wing and a prayer
Trying to get to where love is
cause love is precious love
You said it was precious
When first you felt my fire
Before you dreamed flat tires
You dreamed flat tires
You dream flat tires
Woman she bounce back easy
But a man could break both his legs
Are you telling me that to tease me?
Or just to hear me beg
Please dont go!
Cause I know that you love me
But, when are you going to let love be
Just a vague flirtation
Or extra special company?
cause love is precious love
Everybody knows its precious
When first they feel that fire
Before they dream flat tires
They dream flat tires
They dream flat tires
Woman she bounce back easy
But a man could break both his legs
Do you tell me that to tease me
Or just to hear me beg
Please dont be cold
I know that you love me
But, what are you going to let love do?
(flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires,
Love, love is precious, flat tires, love,
Love is precious)
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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The language of flowers
The language of flowers was born in the East
and today this tradition still persist.
Having a lack of communication,
being unable to show it on their faces
the women of East created the language of flowers,
it could show their love power,
it could show their mood,
it helped them to be understood.
Once it had appeared as the language of communication
it turned into the method of admiration,
it turned into an art,
this language has become so smart.
In the Victorian epoch
the language of flowers was used
to express the secret feeling,
each flower, each color had a certain meaning.
The language of flowers still exists today.
The one who presents a red rose wants to say:
I love you so much,
I need more than a touch.
My heart is on fire,
I have a fervent desire.
The one who presents a white rose wants to say:
You are my love,
you are my dove,
you are as pure as the first white snow,
I wish our love to grow.
My love is sincere,
I want you to be always near.
My love is stronger than a passion,
a tender kiss will make a good ration.
Can’t help being enchanted by your modesty,
can’t help admiring your purity.
Red and white roses together
say much more than any weather forecast.
That one wants to say:
You are my other half,
you are in my heart,
you are my gift from God.
And if that one hears the answer:
You are my Lord,
Then he is the happiest man in the world.
If someone presents you bluebells,
it tells he wants to know for sure
if your love is pure,
if your love will remain,
until you meet again.
If you are not sure of your love
and suddenly get cornflowers,
it means your love has a real power.
There are so many flowers on the Land
and they all make us understand life
that there is no need for a strife.
Even with fast pace,
and unnecessary races
our modern life on the Earth is worth living
with the Greatest feeling of Love.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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When leaves fall in autumn
When leaves fall in autumn, lying all over the place
with the smell of decline penetrating,
in colours of yellow, brown and gold
nature is caught in a circle
in which life and death is present,
the dead leaves becomes the fertilizer
for new life sprouting from seeds
when the earth again brings forth life
and continuously this cycle proceeds
until trees are full of flowers, later full of fruit.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Night Jasmine- Tree of Sorrow
Mild, balmy breeze,
Hauntingly fragrant
With Night Jasmine.
A small evergreen tree,
Twinkling
With ivory white flowers
In my garden,
Resplendent at night,
Like the star
Studded sky.
Before the day breaks,
The tree silently sheds
Its crowning glory
On Mother Earth’s breast.
To pay homage
In all humility.
Overcome with wonder
I find myself ponder,
As I gather the flowers
In my wicker basket
On my way to the temple.
To offer
To the deity
At the altar.
Oh, Harshingar,
Why are you
Called
The Tree of Sorrow?
Night Jasmine is called Harshingar and Paarijatta in India its
A sacred tree, grown in temples. Flowers are offered to the deity in the temples. there are many myths associated with it.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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When The First Heat Comes
When the first heat comes, the winter starts to disappear
weeds and flowers appear everywhere,
fruit trees are flowering,
when the first signs of spring appears,
with the sun flowering in crimson
you are astounded by the many colours
of flowers dazzling glorious in sunshine,
birds sing before the sun rises,
when the first heat comes,
the last stripped branches has disappeared,
the sky becomes a cobalt blue curtain,
you are astounded
by the insects and birds that are gathering in joy,
are caught in the scent of jasmine,
when the first heat comes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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For Mac
A dead starfish on a beach
He has five branches
Representing the five senses
Representing the jokes we did not tell each other
Call the earth flat
Call other people human
But let this creature lie
Flat upon our senses
Like a love
Prefigured in the sea
That died.
And went to water
All the oceans
Of emotion. All the oceans of emotion
are full of such ffish
Why
Is this dead one of such importance?
poem by Jack Spicer
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