There’s something that falls
There’s something that falls
with the sun’s early rays
and life begins
ad infinitum
on every lovely day.
The warm sun bakes
the moist from the earth
and joyous clouds form
to return the essence
of life back to the ground.
[Reference: Ad infinitum=> Without ending.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Goldmohur Smiles
Beneath the “Goldmohur” tree
black crows freely fly,
The blue sky with
shining black clouds
looks alluring and beautiful.
The weary peasants from the field
return home being mirthful.
Chilly breeze blows form south,
Creatures pleased, lovely looks the Earth.
With the breeze the golden flowers and green
leaves tutter;
Beneath the green tree tiny
birth twitter.
Setting sun ray falls on the lovely flower;
Lover’s mind enthuses with
delight, enthusiasm and pleasure;
Mysterious, glamorous, attracting
looks the creation.
Human mind becomes peaceful
and free from tention.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Mystical Nature!
Morning dew glows with the kiss of Sunshine
Awakened by the touch of the rays, grass shine
Beauty so mesmerising, sublime and Divine
As day progresses, mist must become refine
As Night falls, chilling winds bring in dewdrops
Dew again covers all flowers, grass and crops
Waiting for Sun to come and warm the props
Only then, the melting starts and freezing stops
Dewdrops wait for sublimation, Sun waits for the absorption
Merging into each other is a true reflection of Divine Unification
Breeze brings Dew from clouds in Sky onto Earth for Sun, Creation
Life cycle rotates, All Five elements work together to perfection
Cool Nights and Warm Days
Mysterious are Nature's Ways.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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When It Falls, It Falls All Over You
Selling papers on the corner,
I saw a man yesterday.
I asked him if hed wanna
Tell me what made him this way.
He said, when its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He used to pick his friends.
They left him in the end.
An easy thing to lose,
The right to pick and choose.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He said he left his wife,
The back-bone of his life.
Another came along,
But now I guess shes gone.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
I think I used to see
That old man on tv,
Can you be the same?
It seems like such a shame.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
The world he thought he knew,
Has better things to do.
As I went on my way
I thought I heard him say:
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Shiver.
Walking amongst the puddles that lay on the floor, I stare at the sky and wonder where the sun has gone.
Oh hoq I miss the warm rays of the sun, the beautiful vibrant rays that touch my face which such grace.
I would kill for these disasterous clouds to go away, for the my mind and body would feel the warmth of the glourious sun once again.
Life seems so still, so dreadful, so cold.
poem by Manuel Trujillo
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Clouds
I watched the clouds up in the sky,
As they drifted silently in the air,
So relaxing and peaceful in that moment am I
That I sat back and relaxed in my chair,
I watch the clouds as they passed me by
With one joyous form after another,
Bringing joy and wonders to this mans eye
If only for myself, and to no other,
The wind it gently gives the clouds a nudge
So they might continue upon their flight,
Unto another persons eyes so they can judge
The shapes and form brought to their sight,
I now see castles of white in the sky above
Followed by a cloud that resembles a tower,
Then I see the face of a long lost love
I am saddened, as now I see a flower,
The clouds I watch they again take form
As now they begin to resemble animals in a zoo,
I now see elephants and giraffes as they transform
And now these clouds becomes a whale and a kangaroo,
The clouds they change mystically in front of me
As though they are trying to play a game,
They show me how my mind and thoughts are free
As they become pictures inside a picture frame,
But now I look and all the clouds they have gone
Their parade is over for this day
As though GOD has erased what he had drawn
As now comes the rain to wash them all away.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Vision
As the sun begins to set on the horizon,
I walk down a lonely path towards the sea-
Know not do I its reason, its form no surprising:
Looking to land's end, I see a solitary vision looking back at me!
Far off in the distance, framed in it's solar glare
This beauteous vision, in all its amazing grace-
Begins to move toward me, until very nearly there
Soon I am able to take in the form's feminine face!
It then occurs to me that I know her, and have for all my days-
Though not had I laid eyes upon her for years nearly 2 score:
I had seen her every day of my life, in myriad ways-
I allowed that visage to fade, always needing more!
One day the vision came to me in yet another form,
This time though, always and ever, shall she stay and keep me warm!
Maurice Harris,30 October 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Daedalus And Icarus
Daedalus says:
Go on sonny but remember that you are walking and not flying
the wings are just an ornament and you are stepping on a meadow
that warm gust is just the humid earth of summer
and that cold one is a brook
the sky is full of leaves and small animals
Icarus says:
The eyes like two stones return straight to earth
and see a farmer who knocks asunder oily till
a grub which wiggles in a furrow
bad grub which cuts the bond of a plant with the earth
Daedalus says:
Sonny this is not true The Cosmos is merely light
and earth is a bowl of shadows Look as here colors play
dust rises from above the sea smoke rises to the sky
of noblest atoms a rainbow sets itself now
Icarus says:
Arms hurt father from this beating at vacuum
legs are getting numb and miss thorns and sharp stones
I cannot keep looking at the sun as you do father
I sunken whole in the dark rays of the earth
Description of the catastrophe:
Now Icarus falls down head first
the last frame of him is a glimpse of a heal childlike small
being swallowed by the devouring sea
Up above the father cries out the name
which no longer belongs to a neck or a head
but only to a remembrance
Commentary:
He was so young did not understand that wings are just a metaphor
a bit of wax and feathers and a contempt for the laws of gravitation
I cannot hold a body at an elevation of a great many feet
The essence of the matter is in having our hearts
which are coursed by heavy blood
fill with air
and this very thing Icarus did not want to accept
let us pray
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Lyric
There is a crack in the clouds
where sunbeams leak.
If I stand beneath their lustrous rays
will the sun shine done only on me?
The lyric of words I catch my tongue upon
in dark conformations burrow lightly.
I thought like the day I’d see you again,
but an early snow is coming.
The clouds have sealed their sirens
in a vault, grey as pewter
and weeping tears cold as steel.
Little baubles harden the earth
to a corpse embalmed in white moss.
The clouds come to smother my secrets
beneath this coverlet, soft as heather
and issuing silence.
poem by Caroline Misner
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What a wonderful world of nature...
When the early morning is born with heavenly blessed
When the bright sun rays shower through the misty clouds
When the birds choir being to chirp their songs on the trees
then the day being with a wonderful of nature.
I can feel the Mother Nature touches me with her love
I can feel the nature illuminates my heart and brighten my soul
I can see the green grass in summer-spread lovely
I can see the flowers in the spring bloomed lavishly
I can see the leaves falls in the autumn covered earth greatly
I can see the trees full of snow in the winter sprinkled
I can see the stream water gurgles from the mountain
I can see the fauna in the jungles freely set to live happily
I can see the barren lands wet and fertile
Not only they are beautiful in nature
but they serve a purpose for us
Not only they are beauty as forest
but they serve food and water for us
Always, praise the God and thank HIM for HIS beautiful creation
What a wonderful world of nature that you and me live.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Viva Moms!
Love, the summit of my tome,
Mom is the heart of my home,
She's the sun of God's heavens,
With her love my life begins,
The poem is said from me,
To whom on whose strong knee,
I learnt living, love-lore,
Felt confident much more,
My life is lovely, warm,
When I'm under her arm,
Mom is the light,
And dressed in white,
Mom is my earth,
Who gave me birth,
So now today on her day,
Deep in my heart I do pray,
May you live and last for ever,
Be happy, well in God's power!
poem by Samaneh Nazerian
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When The Late Night Burns Away
When the late night burns away with the morning sun
and darkness disappears
in the game of the blue sky
there is a kind of kindness,
suddenly some peace that falls on earth,
then all pain is missing
and you are suddenly amazed when you awake,
when the first rays of heat falls over your body;
then the sun is like a Godly flame
and on the floor
the splashing rays draw patterns,
when they peep in;
then suddenly you know that you are truly living,
when the birds stir,
you hear the first jubilant cries,
then you want to bow down before the presence of God.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Last Lovely Rose Of The Fall
Her pink petals lay on the short grass beside the red brick garden wall
By the thorny mother that bore her the last lovely rose of the Fall
White butterflies flit in the garden in the warm sunshine of mid day
And the shrike thrush he pipes on a low branch in his cloak of light brown to gray,
The rose tree has lost her last and her finest daughter next year new roses she will bear
And the rose tree in her flowers does look lovely than her there is none quite so fair
And her flowers they must return to Nature and on Nature's bosom decay
And the rose tree herself sooner or later must return to Nature one day,
The dark willy wagtail he sits on the brick wall his long black tail he wags to and fro
For him 'tis a very good Season on butterlies fat he does grow
Each life form serves a purpose in Nature for one to live one has to die
And what comes from Nature goes back to Nature and the same goes for you and for i
The pink rose petals lay on the grass by their mother on this warm March day in the Fall
And of all of the flowers in the garden in bloom she was the fairest of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Pareidolia- A Way of Perception
A depressed Guy
Was staring at sky,
Abruptly a form popped up
Assembled from
The lonely wandering clouds,
Appeared to him
Weeping inconsolably;
Suddenly, the warm joy welled up from within,
And the same clouds colluded to carve out,
A laughing form.
(Pareidolia is the phenomenon of finding familiar images in random scenes, like faces in clouds or religious icons in root vegetables)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
24/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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The Sun
Always watching, never seeing,
Never living, always being,
Sky is my domain, clouds hinder me in vain,
My friend is the rain, over mist and rainbows I reign,
I give the earth life and make plants grow,
I run and hide every day you know,
Without my shine your days are numbered,
Thinking you can survive alone would be a blunder,
I may not be God or a deity but that's how some see me,
What would you do if you had to be me,
Would you keep watching as people ruin my Earth,
This planet thrived until these people's birth,
You could scorch them and burn them or kill them,
I choose to keep sending my warm rays upon them,
It's up to the people to do what's right,
Until then I'll always shine my light.
poem by Ruik Caldorn
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The Beauty of the Sky
Sitting there watching the sky
Watching the clouds pass me by
The sky is a deep blue
You can get lost in the clouds for a few
Day dreaming that you are floating on the clouds
Just you, with no one else around
Watching the clouds take a defined form
Observing the sky getting dark for a storm
Fierce lighting blazing
Lying there gazing
In amazement of the sky’s different faces
Dreaming about different places
Watching the sky turn orange and red
As the sun sets while lying there in my bed
In the early morning
Noticing the clouds forming
The purple and blue sky is grabbing my attention
It is too beautiful not to mention
It is breath taking
There is no mistaking
The many different feelings
You can observe the earth’s dealings
Just as our moods can change
The sky is a face that reflects the earth’s strains
Tornados and hurricanes
You respect its reins
Raindrops falling
Cleansing the earth for its calling
Beautiful white snow
In the evening hours you can see its glow
Appreciating the sky’s beauty
As it goes on accomplishing its duty
Lighting striking while it illuminates
The clouds depth and rejuvenates
Lying there observing
The beauty of the sky that is well deserving
The Essence Of The Waterfall
the essence of the waterfall
its beauty
the reason for its existence
is the falling
day and night it falls
and falls and falls
you cannot stop it
let it be let it be
like the way you are falling
from the skies of your dreams
it is your essence
it is the beauty of your existence
it is the meaning
of your being you
let it be let it be
find the bottom of it all
you shall find rest there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Came On Earth With Nothing And We Will Return…
We came here on earth with nothing,
And we will return where we came from with nothing.
We should help the poor and the very poor,
And we should not shut the door,
When they knock, seeking assistance.
Our mission is to make a positive difference.
Most of our gifts were given at birth,
Our mission is to improve things on earth,
Not to destroy Mother Nature with our arsenals,
Not to use the ignorance and the excuses of our generals,
To mercilessly bomb the less fortunate nations.
Communication is the avenue to prevent misguided actions,
Because the consequences are irreversible.
We must be thinking ad infinitum and be able,
To outsmart the potentially overzealous adversaries.
By using effectively our God’s given artilleries,
We will undoubtedly triumph over the evils.
We have no refuge for the hatemonger and the devils.
Very often, we tend to deviate from the true mission,
We are here to do better than that; let’s show more compassion.
We should help the poor and the very poor,
We should never shut our door.
And blindly ignore our neighbors,
When they are facing foreclosures.
We came here on earth with nothing,
And we will return where we came from with nothing.
Be more humane and we shall be compensated.
The Occupy Wall Street protesters will always be infuriated,
Because too many of us, we, the 99 Percent,
Are going through a rough time; things are not decent.
We all need help and guidance,
We are all facing the music; we are all at the dance.
We came here on earth with nothing,
And we will return with nothing, nothing.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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A Night of Grace
Evening casts early shadows in December.
As dusk falls heart is filled with longing,
I have an appointment, I suddenly remember…
Quickly I put on my coat and stockings.
Stepping out gingerly in the still and chilly night
To meet my celestial kin, for an animated conversation…
Soon, my face is bathed with full Moon’s silver light
And the sky, colour of grey pearl fills me with exaltation…
A light breeze comes carrying a heady fragrance,
I spot Raat ki Raani with its pale green flowers,
Presiding with its crowning glory, emitting its essence
Intoxicated, I slowdown my pace and linger for an hour…
Smiling to myself, of my own volition I return home,
Wistfully selecting logs to put in the fireplace,
Extend my arms to warm my hands, now numb with cold
Stealthily, you come and hold me in a warm embrace….
Raat ki Raani is a small bush which only flowers at night and has an intoxicating fragrance. its literal translation is queen of the night
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Mr. Sun
Do not forget to wake me at morn.
You've been there for me since I was born
Making me cheerful
Making me warm
Making me happy
Making me form
the habit of checking to see if you're there,
Not hidden by clouds that are thick in the air.
Please Mr. Sun I look for your rays.
Shine all around me. Shine on my days.
When you are hidden my mood seems to change.
Why does this happen?
Isn't it strange?
When you are back. I'm right back on track
You're
Making me cheerful
Making me warm
Making me happy
like when I was born.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A blossom
As it Blooms in silence
I was truly allured
a flower's humble beauty
her future ensured
exceptional glamor I spotted
in this lovely garden of her.
Rain fall softly on her petals
it fell down slowly light as feather
the shimmering and sparkling
of the thick and dripping humid;
condensing in every bud
in this lovely garden of her.
The blurry vision of early dawn fog,
the charming rays of peeking sun,
those silencing sounds of earth
makes most sense of elegance
in this lovely garden of her.
The wind blowing in rhythm
setting free the dancing pecks
the melody of the ambiance,
the sweet smell of honey-nectar,
the aroma of her sincerity
that brings all my joy,
draws every smile in my face
each day of my life
in this lovely garden of her.
Yet there came a time the wind blew hard
Drought came fast and wither starts
little by little her throat seized
grasping her breath she naught fought.
The skies turned black and lights blinks fast
then her crave they overfed to death
overhead came the water dark
'None could ever survive'
They proven wrong...
For the dusk end and the night came
The moon came yet not to help
the tide higher he hath even made..
Alas! Dawn breaks& moon withdraws
The sun came and peek again
in this lovely garden of her...
There the earth witness her wilt
yet new life brought by rain and shine..
a humble blossom in joy and gloom
a story in cycle in this lovely garden of her...
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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