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It was needless

In the pepper tree
the birds waited this morning
on you
to get seed and crumbs,

but it was needless
since you were away for me
and for them too

and I have left
and nobody is left over
to care for them.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Needless to Say...

Needless to say...
A way of life we wished conveyed,
Is outdated...
As it should be portrayed.

To slay our fellowman,
To get an upper hand...
Does not sit well,
With those 'deities' in command.

And until we understand that...
We will always find ourselves lost in time.
Trapped.

And where we are now isn't about that at all!
Needless to say...
If we continue to disobey,
We will receive...
A devastation we leave!

And it will not be left as life to live!
Without a thing needed then left to say.
Or a way to forgive our transgressions,
None left can say...
There is another day,
They can be handed to another to give!
Needlessly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Prisoner Of War

he waited from night to night
he waited till the son started peeling over the horizon
he waited till he heard the morning birds chirp
he waited for a long time
he waited for his father
his father lost at war
his father he knew since he was born
but as time grew
the boy felt so weary
the boy waited and waited and waited
his mother giving him the same face
the same face when his father left
and the same face when he didn't comeback
but the boy did not notice this
the boy never knew his dad has been lost
but until
until he strayed up one night
a night he would never forget
he saw his father walking about in the streets
his uniform on but he noticed something else
his father had many medals
but he knew nothing of them
all that he cared about was his father was home

the boy waited 10 years
his mother fell asleep in tears
for all those years
but then he finally came home

this poem is dedicated to all POW

poem by Montana Hohensee
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You are sitting on the veranda

You are sitting on the veranda
enjoying the breakfast
of eggs fried with tomato with toast
and huge cups of very special tea
that I had made for you.

Sweet innocence radiates from you
while you watch the blooming
purple irises, some white lilies, pink,
orange and ruby red geraniums
and birds fly down
from the pepper tree
to peck up the seed
that I had put out for them.

There’s a melody in your voice
while you give some toast with Marmite
to the dogs that gather
with twisting tails
to get their treat
and the morning is sweet
and our house is a moated fort,
a treasured place
where only we are locked in.

poem by Gert Strydom
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This Morning...

.

i woke up, and said good morning god
what a beautiful day this is
birds singing with cheer
making love on a ledge
i whispered hey slow down
but they kept on singing
what a beautiful sound
i shivered in the cool breeze
relaxed, and prayed please
a moment of silence
then i sung the blues
my baby dun left me
my baby is gone
oh my baby was so fine
when she was mine all mine
my baby dun left me
my baby was sweet
without her i don’t feel complete
the birds kept singing
and i was proud
because god gave the strenght
to sing out loud
my baby dun left me
my baby is gone
but i’ve got to find the strength to carry on
i got the early morning blues

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poem by Ras Kdc
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Yggdrasil

The poet sat in the garden house
Under a hawthorn tree,
And stared at the men in helmets who
Had just come up from the sea.

He gathered his words about him
Like a shield in the Land of Rhyme,
The 'glow in the red-raw evening sky'
He left for another time.

He watched as they burned his orchard,
Put his imagery to the sword,
Then wandered back to their surly ships
In the Bay of Bleak Discord.

The heron sat in the estuary,
The raven sat on the shore,
The poet threw up a stanza there
That ends with - 'Nevermore! '

For Death had called in the morning
Left his calling card on the tray:
'I'd be obliged if you'd meet with me
At noon, on Saturday! '

He packed his verse in a travelling case
And told his wife 'Goodbye! '
Then sent his 'Helen of Troy' poste haste
To hide on the Isle of Skye.

He went to the tree Yggdrasil, sat
And waited for Death to chat,
But Death left a message to follow him;
'I'll get my coat and hat! '

27 October 2009

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Chase

You're dangerous and we both know it
Not going to let this situation just sit
No, you have to pull out all the guns
This is a game and we're both going to have fun

I'll follow your tail until you lose your sight
And we both know we'll meet that night
Nothing will be spoken, nothing left to break
In the eyes of the onlooker whose runs for his own sake

Theres a lot that you need and unwilling to receive
We both know that's the reason you always leave
Never stay longer than that night, but its alright
I know that you're the one who'll lose this little fight

Leaving a trail of bread crumbs does nothing to deter
In fact I just see it as a successful little lure
Maybe I'm not the only one who's playing all out
Maybe I should watch my back with you about

Its more than the thrill of the chase and the taste of success
More than the speed of your heart that leaves me so impressed
It's the way you spin your webs of gold, the stories you told
I know once I've caught you I'll never be left alone in the cold

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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The Seed And The Tree

Who can say for sure as to what came first: the seed or the tree?
If the seed came first where did it come from if not from the tree?
But then if the tree came first where did it come from except from a seed!
So then you'll have to re-ask again that question of the origin of the seed.

An endless circle with no logical conclusion soon appears
until one looks beyond the seed and the tree that it bears.
Although the seed comes from the tree and the tree from the seed
each one grows in the ground of mother Earth which both does feed.

The Earth is the womb of everything living and supports all we know
and then becomes the tomb back into which all forms one day must go.
The underlying essence of all nature is of consciousness-energy-intelligence
that includes and sustains all things despite our ever incessant belligerence.

Has anyone ever heard it said that God is in the form of the world
and so all within it carries a divine spark from which it has swirled.
God is the infinite eternal seed of all existence and can be experienced like this:
usually as an overwhelming love within us and as all power, knowledge and bliss.

So the seed and tree came from the Earth which itself has come from and exists in God
and to enquire where God has come from is useless if we haven't transcended this sod.
The limited mind of man has to merge into that unlimited universal mind of the Creator
only then can we know the original cause or final end of everything and of their Maker.
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Note:
This should remind one of the other similar paradox being that of 'the chicken and the egg'.

poem by George Krokos
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Fatso & His Lady!

That mango tree was no normal
It got immense love so mortal
From dawn to dusk he watered
Hoping it is never left shattered
Plucking the fruits in noon
He sat by it with all bloom.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
What is it that brings that bloom
In this man so fat & hair so white
Was the thought that always rung
When I usually see him sing.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
My lady love sowed this seed
& fed to it her life
I cried cried & I cried
And one day she grew up
Through ground & this is it
He told with a whisper.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so immortal
Telling his tale of love
He had the last mango from it
He bore a smile on face
A tear in each eye
The seed in his palm.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
Inspite of it being watered
Although I gave utmost care
In no time it became dry
And in air remained only their love……..

poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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To have small eyes

He is not a man of truth
Though not a cheat. I left him.
He is not a man of brain
Though not unfaithful. I left him.
He is not a man of trust
Though not incapable. I left him.

She is not a woman of heart
Though not sexy less. I left her.
She is not a woman of virtue
Though not unwomanly. I left her.
She is not a woman of poise
Though not a cheat. I left her.
As a solitary tree I stand
I wish I had small eyes.
24.10.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tweet

He fell from the mango tree nearby
In the nest where three others lay
After the rain, their chirping cry
I heard in the morning at break of day.

A few days old they must have been
Eyes still shut, and such tiny wings
Scarcely with feathers on their skin
But they had a strong will to go on living!

I took the nest and kept it inside
Quite safe in a handy fruit basket
From my cats, the birds I tried to hide
As they heard the noisy chirping racket.

Two of the chicks failed to survive
The rains made them wet in the night
But the other two I had kept alive
Named him 'Tweet' and his brother 'Knight'.

We fed them bread crumbs in a toothpick
The chicks ate the meals, all was alright
But Knight was a bully and not so meek
Renamed him 'Joker' - oh what a sight.

Joker would pound on his brother Tweet
So I had to keep them apart
Everyday their chirping would greet
Good morning to me with all their heart.

Tweet was the only one that remained
For birds do get colds and die
He taught me lessons I had gained
Animals care, without tears they cry.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Of the Seed n the Tree

Small is the seed
Mighty, the tree

The seed knows not
The tree it houses

The tree knows not
The seed it bears!

(01 Aug 2011)

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Yesterday is stuck in my thoughts

Although I feel battered,
spent and chased away
yesterday is stuck in my thoughts.

Where we had breakfast
on the porch,
watched birds
pecking up seed and crumbs

and the lovely setting sun
caught in different colours
on the clouds,

but now I am alone
and have a view
of pink hollyhocks
on long green stems

protruding next to and over
a sawn down tree
of which the trunk

is like modern art
fingering up
out of a rock-garden

and some birds peck
against the mirrored windows
of my bedroom / study

and the big old brown Labrador
and the little golden Cocker Spaniel
lie stretched out on the lawn
watching the road

and I do not know
what happened to us
or why I am still
battling to get a job

and why the expenses
of life shattered
us apart

and yet after every thing
that happened between us
I love you still
and are amazed
that you are gone.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I'm Left, You're Right, She's Gone (feat. James Dean Bradfield)

Well, you're right, I'm left, she's gone.
You're right, and I'm left all alone.
Well, you tried to tell me so,
But how was I to know
That she was not the one for me?
You told me all along,
You're right, our love was so wrong.
But now I changed my mind,
Because she broke the ties that bind,
And I know that she never cared for me.
Well, I thought I knew just what she'd do,
I guess I'm not so smart.
Oh, you tried to tell me along she'd only break my heart.
I'm left, you're right, she's gone.
You're right, and I'm left all alone.
Well, she's gone I know not where,
But now I just don't care.
For now I'm falling for you.
If you'll forgive me now,
I'll make it up somehow.
So happy we will be,
In a home just for three,
And I'll soon forget her,
Now I know.
Well, I thought I knew just what she'd do,
I guess I'm not so smart.
You tried to tell me all along,
She'd only break my heart.
Well, you're right, I'm left, she's gone.
You're right, and I'm left all alone.
Well, she's gone, I know not where,
But now I just don't care,
For now I've fallen for you

song performed by by Tom Jones
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You Left It Up To Me

When I let you go
I cursed myself with empty hands
Strong enough to watch you walk
But not enough to understand
With spiteful eyes you burn for my grace
I was trying to stand outside of this
You were trying to save face
You can say that I dont care
I dont care
You can hope that we still
Have something left to share
But just between you baby and me
Just between me baby and you
Theres nothing there
I finally found someone I can hold
You ask me to defend myself
As if I shouldnt be so bold well
Get that look off of your face
I dont have the time
You dont have the place
To say that I dont care
I dont care
To hope that we still
Have something left to share
And just between me baby and you
Just between you baby and me
Theres nothing there
Baby what are you gonna do
I cant salvage any truth for you
Everybody else already knows
It hurts you to realize
So leave well enough
Enough alone
And you dont need my hands
To help you understand
You dont need to hear my voice
(you have no choice)
So dont be throwing stones
The closer we get
The harder they come
Now even if your feeling alone
Dont come home
Cause when it was up to you
When it was up to you
You left it up to me
Oh you left
Oh you left
Oh you left it up to me
When it was up to you
You left it up to me

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Then You Left Me

I never ask for any time from you baby.
I never ask for any lies.
You only hurt the one you love the most baby.
You only had to make me cry.

'Cause you left me (you left me) all alone (you left me)
You left me(you left me) to stand alone.

And ev'ry night I sit beside my bed baby.
And I keep thinking of your love.
The things we dreamed about.
How much I love you baby.
We had the world and the stars above.

But then you left me (you left me) all alone.(you left me)
You left me . You left me (you left me) to stand alone.
You left me to stand alone.
You left me to stand alone.
You left me. You left me. You left me. You left me.

song performed by by Bee Gees from Cucumber Castle
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I'm Left, You're Right, She's Gone

(words & music by s. kesler - w. taylor)
Well, you're right, i'm left, she's gone.
You're right, and i'm left all alone.
Well, you tried to tell me so,
But how was i to know
That she was not the one for me?
You told me all along,
You're right, our love was so wrong.
But now i changed my mind,
Because she broke the ties that bind,
And i know that she never cared for me.
Well, i thought i knew just what she'd do,
I guess i'm not so smart.
Oh, you tried to tell me along she'd only break my heart.
I'm left, you're right, she's gone.
You're right, and i'm left all alone.
Well, she's gone i know not where,
But now i just don't care.
For now i'm falling for you.
If you'll forgive me now,
I'll make it up somehow.
So happy we will be,
In a home just for three,
And i'll soon forget her,
Now i know.
Well, i thought i knew just what she'd do,
I guess i'm not so smart.
You tried to tell me all along,
She'd only break my heart.
Well, you're right, i'm left, she's gone.
You're right, and i'm left all alone.
Well, she's gone, i know not where,
But now i just don't care,
For now i've fallen for you.

song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ferdie

blood was the rain
that made the ground of your dreams
fertile,
death was the plow that furrowed
a vision
of us here who simply watched
as you pass us by
there was something that bloomed
like the flower
under the shadow of the sun
the silence says you left
nothing
everything about you has become
unrecognizable,
there were traces but only for a while
the sea washed what footstep was
there
you left seeds, still alive, the birds of prey
black as their hearts are
took them all away

one seed grows
tall and mighty
now it is asking me what you were
what has become of you
a name that they all barely remember

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I was only three I planted a tree

When I was three I planted a tree. This was my tree and together we would always be. I gave it love and it to me, and so we were happy, me and my tree.
Then one day they came to see me and my tree. Men with no faces, and they said to me, you must go, and leave this tree.
Buy why I ask. For we've done no harm. Me and my tree, please let us be.
So they left us alone, me and my tree, but only for a while but I could not see.
Then one day they came and took me away. My tree was needed to save the day. Goods it will make it makes perfect sense. So we will take this tree, for wood we need. And so it was done, they took my tree.
And now I look around, my tree I no longer see. Taken from, this tree I planted when I was three.

poem by Brad Milner
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Waiting In Vain

I STAND ALONE UNDER THAT TREE
WAITING FOR YOU
I DON’T SEE THE HOURS FLYING BY
THE PEOPLE DARTING BY
THE TREE UNDER WHICH WE HAD MET

DAYS PASS INTO MONTHS AND YEARS
STILL AM WAITING FOR YOU
AS TIME PASSES BY THE LOVE FOR YOU
GROWS AS THE BRANCHES OF THE TREE

BUT ONE DAY ALL THE LOVE SHATTERED
AS I SEE YOU UNDER THAT TREE
IN SOMEBODY ELSES ARMS.

ALL THOSE YEARS OF WAITING WAS REWARDED
BY THE HAPPINESS YOU HAVE
BUT AM LEFT BEHIND THINKING
IS THIS THE ONE I WAITED FOR
ALL THESE YEARS IN VAIN.

poem by Kanu Aravind
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Tis Me!

The tree on the left is made of bicycles.
The one next to it is red!
The one in the center is yellow
And the blue tree sits on the right end.

Unless you are standing behind them.
Then the blue tree is on the left.
Next comes the yellow then red tree,
And the bicycle tree comes next!

But if you watch from a merry go round
While it’s spinning in circles you’ll see,
Just a dizzying blur of colors,
Which one now is first, mercy me?

Who has such time that it does take
To sit and write the nonsense we read?
I bet whoever it is he’s retired,
And he looks an awful lot just like me!

poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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