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When the honey-dew clings to leaves

When the honey-dew clings to leaves,
when butterflies are kissing flowers,
when every morning
there is something new and fresh to observe,
when the Godly presence
does something secret to man

and then I know that you my Darling
was specially created for me
and it's as if I find new joy
when daily I wander like a child.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Little Darlin'

Little Darling (Lynott)
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Little darling, gonna be a rock and roll star
Little darling, gonna play electric guitar
Little darling, I'd like to get to know you
Pleased to meet you, how do you do?
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling, gonna love you tonight
Little darling, gonna shake, shake, boogaloo
Little darling, can I rattle my bones and dance with you?
And later on there'll be some lovie dovin'
A little kissing
A little hugging
A little holding you
Little darling, what's your mama mama going to do?
Little darling, when she finds out I stayed out all night with you?
Little darling, I'm gonna miss kissing you
Little darling, I'm gonna miss kissing you
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling, gonna love you tonight

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Little Darling

Little darling, gonna be a rock and roll star
Little darling, gonna play electric guitar
Little darling, Id like to get to know you
Pleased to meet you, how do you do?
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling, gonna love you tonight
Little darling, gonna shake, shake, boogaloo
Little darling, can I rattle my bones and dance with you?
And later on therell be some lovie dovin
A little kissing
A little hugging
A little holding you
Little darling, whats your mama mama going to do?
Little darling, when she finds out I stayed out all night with you?
Little darling, Im gonna miss kissing you
Little darling, Im gonna miss kissing you
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling, gonna love you tonight

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Ee Valliyil Ninnu Chemme

Child: Oh mother! Look, all the flowers on
This plant are flying away
Mother: No! You are wrong my child
These are not flowers, they are butterflies.
Child: Look mother! They look so beautiful
Going one on top of the other into the sky
Oh! How I wish to play with them mother
But like them I cannot fly…
Mother: Don’t waste your precious tears my child
By crying about things you cannot do
You can walk around and play
But can the flowers walk like you?
Child: Mother, can you tell me why these things happen
I shall give you a kissy if you do.
Mother: We know very little about the secrets of life
Though I know God created them for me and you!!

poem by Kumaranashan, translated by Risha Ahmed
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Lend Me Your Comb

Lend me your comb,
It's time to go home.
I got to go past,
My hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold,
Your pappie will shout.
Unless we come in
The way we went out.
Kissing you was fun honey
But thanks for the date.
But i must come to run honey,
But you know baby it's getting late.
Just wait till i say:
My darling,
Lend me your comb.
We got to go home.
Kissing you was fun honey
But thanks for the date.
But i must come to run, honey.
But sugar, it's getting late.
Just wait till i
Say: my darling,
Lend me your comb.
We got to go home.

song performed by by Beatles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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0010 A day, a meadow, a miracle

This is the meadow.
It slopes from bright South
down to the West and North
from the primroses in the southern hedge
down through the violets, sometimes white,
in the western hedge tipping down
to the rabbit warren and
down to the wild garlic
in perpetual shadow in the northern ditch
shouting among the nettles

this is where, each morning in May,
the world is made anew;
there are more wild flowers in this meadow
than you’ll ever see together –
cowslips, oxslips, pink mayflowers,
wild orchids, red scabious,
yellow celandines, clover, cuckoo-pint...

and as the sun curves slowly round,
and the shadow moves aside,
the flowers, saturated with the morning dew,
shine each with a crystal drop

and it’s not until you step among them
and a small cloud of moths and butterflies rise up,
that you see the meadow is so full of life,
sipping its daily bread of dew
and in an hour or so, pollen, honey;

every day this meadow
invites, invents anew
words fresh as dew –
joy, constancy, innocence,
love, freedom, rest,
wonder, praise, and gratitude –

if every day this miracle,
what of tomorrow
and the heart?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The unseen presence of Him

The unseen presence of Him that created all
is constantly among us as we dwell in a world of sin
and He has been visiting like this from the very begin,
since the very day that Adam and Eve did fall

and as spring follows winter and summer moves in
all of nature rejoices in beautiful colours and fragrances
while daily insects, birds, flowers and trees enhances
the blessings that usually come unseen in the daily din.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Dust Child

Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little while
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender

Sleepwalking angel
Travel through a lonely house
Inspire hollow
Sadly follow
Your way to find me here

Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little more
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender

Let dust settle
As blankets for your sleep
The skin tremble form the cold
Slowly'll corrode
Rest while you can
Before the sun comes up
And they'll find you where they find you
Only hope says they'll find you right here

Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little while
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender

Wander ghostly cherub
Let torrents of empty calm you down
Let the dreams that wait for you dampen your lips
Until you wake and breathe your darling lungs no more...

Come child to your surrender (repeat until fades)

poem by Daniel Oliveira
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To Love Somebody

There's a light, a certain kind of light,
Never ever, honey, it never shone on me, no, no.
Babe and i want, honey i want my whole life
To be lived with you, babe,
'cause all what i want, oh,
Was to be living and loving you.
There's a way, oh everybody say
You can do anything, you can do everything, yeah.
But what good, what good,
Honey, what awfully good can it ever bring
'cause i ain't got you, honey, my love,
I said and i can't find you baby, but i been lookin' around for you, yeah.
You don't know, you don't know what it's like,
No, you don't, no, no, no, you don't know,
Honey, you don't know what it's like
Oh, to love anybody.
Oh honey, i said i wanna talk about holding you now
The way i love you, babe,
And i've been loving you, babe.
In my brain, oh, honey, i can see your face again,
I know, i said i feel like i ought to know my own frame of mind.
Oh, but nobody, nobody has to ever be so goddamn blind,
Honey like i was, honey, i tell you that i was,
I said i know that i was, i was very, very blind.
Oh wo wo, but i'm just a girl,
Can't you just take a look at me and tell,
Tell that i live, honey, and i breathe for you,
Don't you know i do, yeah!
Honey, what good, what good,
Honey, what awfully good could it ever bring
'cause i can't find you,babe, i can't find you,
Honey, if i ever find you i'll reach out to hold on to you, yeah.
You don't know, you don't know what it's like,
No you don't and you never ever did.
You don't know, you don't know what it's like
Oh, to love anybody.
Oh, honey i've got to talk about it now
The way i tried to love you, baby,
Honey, i just want you to know i tried.
Oh, i know that there's a way
Honey, 'cause everybody came to me one time and they said,
"baby, you can do anything,
You can do every thing," and i think i can, i said i know i can.
Honey, what good, oh what good,
Honey, what good can it ever bring,
'cause i ain't got you, you're all i ever wanted,
And i ain't got you, babe, honey and i've looked around.
But you don't know,
You don't know what it's like,
No, you don't and you never never, never.
You don't know, honey,
You don't know what it's like
Oh, to love anybody.
Oh, honey i said i wanna talk about it now.
Oh, babe, babe, babe, yeah,
'cause you don't know,
You don't know what it's like,
No, you don't and you never ever did,
You don't know.
I tried to show you, darling,
I tried to hold you, darling,
But you never ever, no you never ever,
No you never ever, no you never ever,
I know that, you know that
No you never ever, ever, ever,
Oh, let me throw my love,
Throw my love all around you.

song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)

Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,

But -

No butterflies for breakfast.

poem by Ian Beckett
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What the Bee Is To the Floweret

What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew,
Through the leaves that close embower it,
That, my love, I'll be to you.

She. --

What the bank, with verdure glowing,
Is to waves that wander near,
Whispering kisses, while they're going,
That I'll be to you, my dear.

She. --

But they say, the bee's a rover,
Who will fly, when sweets are gone,
And, when once the kiss is over,
Faithless brooks will wander on.

He. --

Nay, if flowers will lose their looks
If sunny banks will wear away,
'Tis but right that bees and brooks
Should sip and kiss them, while they may.

poem by Thomas Moore
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Colored Toys

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
---when I give colored toys to you, my child.

When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
---when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
---when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
---when I kiss you to make you smile.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Bee's Song

I’m a busy bee
can’t you see?
that whatever I do
is for the honey due.

I habitually fly all around from tree to flowers
usually during the warmth of the sunny hours,
and when I’ve gathered as much as I can carry
I fly quickly away back home and do not tarry.

I gather nectar and bring it home
and in this task I’m not ever alone.
In doing my daily work I’m so pre-occupied
I can’t really afford to just sit around inside.

I live in a hive with drones of my kind serving a sovereign queen
and together we all go about our daily business being very keen.
We’re generally praised very highly for the work that we do
as it is our unique nature to make honey from morning dew.

poem by George Krokos
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Early morning when the first rays fall (pantoum)

Early morning when the first rays fall,
when the sun hangs blood red
this part of the universe recall,
in moments of awakening that has been acquired.

When the sun hangs blood red,
birds twitter with the songs they sing
in moments of awakening that has been acquired
as the good news of the morning that they bring.

Birds twitter with the songs they sing,
to and thro insects and bees fly
as the good news of the morning that they bring,
with butterflies rocking on flowers under the blue sky.

To and thro insects and bees fly,
the buds of morning glories open to the sun,
with butterflies rocking on flowers under the blue sky,
ants in brigades begin their daily fun.

The buds of morning glories open to the sun
early morning when the first rays fall,
ants in brigades begin their daily fun
in moments of awakening that has been acquired

poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful Darling of My Secret Heart

Beautiful darling of my secret heart;
Secret of secrets, held apart-
Under lock and key, a whole world wrought:
Beautiful darling of my secret heart.

Beautiful darling of another place;
There’s secret longing in your silent face-
Half in hiding, like unfinished thought:
Beautiful darling of another place.

Beautiful giver of beautiful songs;
Songs sung in secret, all night long-
A candle'd altar, quiescent flame:
Beautiful darling- I can’t speak your name.

poem by Patti Masterman
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A good morning wish

A touch
Like the first ray of morning Sun
Wipes out the accrued pain of darkness.
The world of mine of a sleepless night
Suddenly gets drenched in flurry of colors.

The silence breaks with so much of joy all around.
Hear it in birds' song,
In fluttering wings of butterflies,
In opening of petals of blossoming flowers.

Your Good Morning wish sets free my Captive heart
It spreads wings and soars high,
Embracing the blue of endless sky.
I feel my heart gets painted in colors
Of this blissful world of flowers
And butterflies.
Suddenly I find my world has no horizon.

poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Honey Lips

Honey Lips feed butterflies,
One by one as they fly by.

They stop to rest a spell,
Honey Lips feed them well.

Feeding them all the same,
Not even knowing a title
or name.

Gathering them in a swell,
Honey Lips feed them well.

The monarch, most beautiful
to see,
It could be you probably me.

They need the sun to warm them
fast,
So nectar Honey Lips will last.

To Honey Lips this is a game,
Treating butterflies, all the
same.

poem by Heather Burns
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Classic Love

Our love is classic it flow
right through our vein then
find it place in our brain, it
intoxicate us. Sweeter than
honey, stronger than wine.
Planted on trust, devotion and
care, so high that they can't
touch us.Bound together like
butterflies in erotic scene,
precious as music, fresh as
the morning dew.The word
hurt does not exist here, up
or down you stick with me
our love is priceless, it is
classic.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Light

Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven's river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Honey Child

Well, the first time that I met you, You were only seventeen,
But I had to put you down, 'Cause I didn't know where you'd been.
You had a long black dress, Your hair in a mess,
You didn't seem to have no class, But the look on
your face was no disgrace, I knew I had to move real fast.
Honey Child, Don't you know you drive me wild! Oh, Honey Child,
Don't you know you drive me wild! Just about to lose my mind.
Well the second time that I met you, You were just turned
twenty-one, An' all your talk about love, Love was gone, long gone.
Oh, Honey Child, Don't you know you drive me wild! Honey child,
Don't you know you drive me wild! Just about to lose my mind.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, honey child, Don't you know you drive me wild, mm.
Honey child, Don't you know you drive me wild. Honey child,
Don't you know you drive me wild. Oh, yeah, honey child,
Don't you know you drive me wild. Oh, oh, honey child,
Don't you know you drive me wild. Honey child, now,
Don't you know you drive me wild, Yeah, yeah.
Honey, honey, honey, honey child, Don't you know you drive me wild.

song performed by by Bad Company
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The Tree of Life

Dandy youthful summer step in.................
flowers delighted.
birds, butterflies,
bees and hornets fly for delicacy.
seasons change as usual
never try to stop them.
Autumn comes in a faint shadowy trace
and ripen fruits vanished.
flowers no more, birds and butterflies too.
faded leaves falling one by one.
the skeleton tree stands alone
and facing the bitter reality.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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