Mentality all over
It is mentality all over
We may do it honestly but search for cover
The game may go on for centuries
Only to add woes and miseries
Not one death may finish the evil
Many more may surface as devils
It is nature and cruelty in force
The sufferer may cry it with full of remorse
I don’t fall for it intentionally
That comes in life really
No one can refuse the spring’s arrival
The change is inevitable and brings
Even birds fly happily and sing
We are human being and definitely welcome
The change from youth to adulthood has already come
It should not termed as sin
Some may take it happily and some one may grin
It is angle to be accepted with full knowledge
As it is like double aged weapon with sharp edge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful aspect of nature
Did you ever witness beautiful aspect of nature?
As if bright shine is made to reflect for future
Happiness is all over to influence the human mind
New energy and its usages are to be found
How could that appear in systematic dimension?
Each trunk appear with correct measurement and precision
Color to match with original green leaves
Hang downwards to recognize nature's dominance
Spring brings special effect to speak for itself
As if the natural treasure has come out from sea shelf
Each flower to speak of its origin and identification
By color itself you may know the fragrance and relation
How best it has endured the sprit with cycle?
Why there is no such delay in its arrival?
You may know the complete change
As if youth has appeared with age
All birds and animals echo with spring
Rightful utterances with melody to sing
Celebration in morning before sun shine
Human beings to come in life and feel fine
I am believer of nature and certainly respect
Nothing speaks contrary or against in any act
Nature has played effective role and may do so
We only have to follow and naturally go
Anybody can pick up the threads
Weave it to full use and lead
Nature may never deceive you
If you choose and rightfully go through
How many colors are represented in spring?
Every body feels part of its being
Human beings are not exception
We must delight and accord good reception
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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From This Earth
I never thought of departing from this earth early
I had firm bond with roots and loved so dearly
Every inch of an earth was familiar to me
I roamed over surface happily and very free
I used to sweep across it sometimes gently
Taking away the dead leaves silently
Making sound of forceful collection
As if it to be termed as illegal action
You can term our relation as that of cloth and body
Its closeness can be felt even by strangers or anybody
I may move gently across making some beautiful sound
Earth may respond favorable as lover when I go round
I give full hand to clouds when they wish to down pour
I don’t feel jealous or take it to mind as very sour
My earth can be made happy by many ways
Just felicitation of rain on her may never take her away
Clouds may give impression of invading imperial army
Thunder, lightening, sounds all making it stormy
I am unmoved by its impact and take full care
Accompany them alright but don’t allow more to dare
I scatter them with my full force
I change their direction and possible course
This is how I stay in close contact with daily
I move parallel on surface gladly and happily
I sweet across land and air music with mesmerism
The earth moves in intoxication with feminism
This is time I take full embrace and blow across
Make heart beating sound with full and dominant force
I am happy to move along and closely associate
Many write freely about it and relate
There are enough of reasons to state
But it is all about love and not the hate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For To See One More Spring
How marvellous to live for to see one more Spring
To feel the sun's warmth and to hear the birds sing
The sweet scents of Nature of pollen and hay
That wafts in the breeze of a beautiful day.
In search of water surface insects young ducklings are out
With their mums in the Townpark lake quietly swimming about
And the pipe of the shrike thrush is so pleasant to hear
In Nature Spring is such a nice time of year.
Were I a poet of such beauty I would write
A poem others would happily read and recite
Of Spring in her glory when flowers are in bloom
And the gardens are scenting of Nature's perfume.
Into the last month of Spring and young birds learning how to fly
And butterflies dancing in the sunny sky
I hear the familiar voice of the pee wee
And wild birds are whistling on bush and on tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Happily Ever After
Happily ever after
Look at me, right where I wanna be
My life took a turn, its a happy affair
Im never alone even when hes not there
Happily ever after, happily ever after
Happily ever after
So carefree, look whats come over me
All my prayers have been answered, he heard my cry
Took all my troubles and threw them aside
Threw them aside
Happily ever after, happily ever after
Once in a lifetime!
I never thought I could be
So carefree, so carefree
Happily ever after
Happily ever after
Him and me, sunshine and laughter
Were never alone, when theres nobody there
Were never alone, we got love to share
Lots of love, happily ever after
Lost of love, happily ever after
Weve got love, happily ever after
Lots of love, happily ever after
Just look at me, right where I wanna be
Happily ever after
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Welcome Change
Change is inevitable,
But yet we fight it, just the same.
Change is essential to our evolution.
Change is going to happen,
In fact, it happens every day,
Maybe it is too small to see, or perhaps we would rather not see it.
We fight change, because we fight the unknown,
We fight the unknown, because we are scared,
Scared of change, scared of the unknown.
If we were to allow change to happen freely,
We might find solutions to the problems that exist around us,
But instead, we are hung - up on controlling everything around us.
Maybe this is the problem with the world today.
Everyone assumes control of everything and does not allow nature to run her course.
Maybe this is why, we have devastating fall out from Nature,
Natural catastrophic disasters, such as fire and flooding.
We fight change, therefore we are fighting nature and her natural being and her existence
in the world that she has created by God's hand and has graciously allowed us to be a
part of .
We should welcome change and allow nature to control our destiny.
Change is uncontrollable,
Change is inevitable,
Change is the unknown.
Nature takes pride in being one of life's illusive wonders, the unknown.
poem by Gina Whitacre
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Many Kind of Springs
After cold winters we wait for the springs
We watch the calendar, to see what it brings.
Without the calendar we would just watch the nature,
When buds opening or the birds have their renewed venture.
In the life of mankind the spring is the time of youth,
When we have trials and errors, which is the truth.
Sooner of later some of us learn from our blunders,
Some goes through life growing slower then others.
Same goes for the soul, which are individuals too,
There is a spring, which clears the mind for me and you.
When we become aware of the Son in us we'll see clearly,
We'll follow the way into the Truth happily.
Nature shows us clearly what life is about,
When spring is the beginning of our adventure's where about.
Summer is when we really have more challenges to face,
In the Autumn we stop rushing, slowing down the race.
When we get to our winter we become cold,
Full with memories, not much feeling left, we became old.
However, if you gather enough wisdom in your life time,
You can find everlasting happiness and stay in your prime.
Peace, kindness, humbleness, & good life will follow,
Only gratefulness will stay in your heart,
And you will always shine and glow.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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God Is Word; Knowledge Full of Love!
EVERYTHING in this nature,
Naturally change,
busy in exchange,
Everybody change,
One exchange
something with other!
Nature itself change,
And natural changes bring,
Nature ever new beauty,
And nature knows it well!
Man can boast,
'I never change'
'But, is it true'? , his conscience may ask!
Change in an individual
can induce change in some,
But change, powered by restraints can appeal more!
Change of individuals can change the whole,
Some individual's strong morale,
Powered by the knowledge,
Strengthened by sacrifice,
Ego Stuffed with humbleness,
Yet determination beyond space,
Change the whole!
When Self knowledge,
Shines with love,
Instincts killed by restraints,
Perfected can change,
When exchange stop,
equilibrium in all thoughts and actions,
In the midst of trifles and pains,
one who changes so great,
Knowing all of Self,
living as shadowless Self,
Is Knowing that Truth,
all about God, nature and creations`
Each soul is immortal, has to under go changes,
From ignorance to knowledge,
Self is colourless and without attributes!
The one bringeth that change,
Shows and proves,
Goodness` at self
is`Godliness `
Raising above pain to gain this!
One's Sapiency for Understanding
extols..
Homo Sapien, when full of sapience,
Realization is Crest of
Knowledge
with an Acme called Love' that enshrines Goodness at
self as Godliness..! ! !
UNDERSTANDING At Its CREST Is Being Of REALIZATION`
REALIZATION At Its ACME Is Being In True State Of LOVE,
LOVE Is The SUBLIMITY Of One's
UNDERSTANDING` KNOWLEDGE Is The Fundamental
Of All UNDERSTANDING`
Radiance Of GOD As Word
Unto Us Is KNOWLEDGE full of LOVE`!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Short term gains experimental form
A great grey/green expanse of mud.
Covered twice daily by the flood
when the high tide comes flowing in.
Where does land end and sea begin?
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
They recognise no boundary.
For they are free to come and go
between the salt marsh and the sea.
They know all that they need to know.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Here they can live quite easily
safe from most land based predators
protected by the friendly sea.
The wading birds parade in force.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
To men a bleak unfriendly place.
To wading birds a paradise
providing them with a safe base
which guarantees their food supplies.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Until men choose to interfere
and build dykes to hold back the sea.
The mud flats slowly disappear
The denizens are forced to flee.
For men adapt their habitat
so they can live more comfortably.
Though nature wins eventually
she will regain that which men claim
as theirs by waiting patiently.
She knows that she will win the game.
Though men adapt their habitat
it’s only temporarily.
The works of man though built to last
are not immune to nature’s laws.
They’re undermined and overcast
by years that slowly pass of course.
Nature restores the habitat
back to the way it used to be.
The birds return to their domain
as if they’d never been away
What man once held the birds regain
as Mother Nature gets her way.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
22-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Ramp!
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Good mourning!
Yeaaaaah!
One, two... one, two, three, four!
Pump it up!
Aaaah!
Rmb no remmy no skippy no fate yeah
Wind me jam for the microphone and busy with the dj
Jungless in the place
Jungless on the case
Scooter are you ratty?
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Yeah!
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Come on!
Love, peace and unity
Cyberia the place to be
The k the l the f and ideology
Halleluja!
One, two... one, two, three, yeah!
Rough!
Aaaah!
Here we go!
When i was young
It seemed that life was wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
All the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Stand up!
Once again!
We're getting triggy!
Cyberiaaaaa!
Yeah!
Goodbye!
song performed by by Scooter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life needs to change
Life needs some change
Human beings must manage
Body must develop cracks
Forget everything even if something is at stake
Sun may offer scorching heat
To make you stubborn and sweat
This is how some resistance is developed
Even with dryness some love is eloped
So the mother earth suffer onslaught
So much thrust imposed by draught
What is needed and what is not
Sun makes it harder and it ism severely fought
Life is in shamble and earth turns dry
As if age has approached and one feels shy
It is all preludes to invite monsoon
Life to regain and shine soon
Sufferings may be over
With providence of green cover
New life may come in force
Nothing may be left even to be remembered as remorse
Such is cycle that has to be repeated
Not all happiness is to be given at once or be seated
Hot and humid weather must change to cool
Moon must appear with band of stars in full
Top and bottom are two extreme ends
Receive with grace at the bottom and also sends
To the last leg of ladder at the height
Not to fall back with the fear of weight
No body may remain shield less or orphan
That may remain and to be seen as worst part or span
Days may be over soon to bring about change
Joy and happiness may vary with different range
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Maybe
The beautiful stars
That once had shone,
Were not here now
They were just gone.
The full moon that
I once cherished,
Has turned gloomy
With the grace vanished.
There are no birds
To come and sing,
To flap there wings.
And here I am
Unable to see your smile,
Knowing you’re away
A thousand miles.
But
I’m still here
Amn’t I?
And in your distant life
I just can’t pry.
And who knows
Maybe tomorrow,
I might see
No more sorrow.
Maybe the stars
Will be shining,
The gloomy moon
Might be brightening.
The birds might sing
So happily,
And maybe
Just maybe
You will come back to me.
poem by Aida Erkihun
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Sonnet: Change You Can But…
Change you can your hair color, not your skin;
Change you can your smile and grin: not your eyes;
Change you can your sex partners, not your kin;
Change you can your sinful life: Be soul-wise!
Change you can your friends and foes, not parents;
Change you can your teacher/guide, not your brain;
Change you can your exam-marks, not talents;
Change you can your habits bad and be sane.
Change you can the environment, not the sun;
Change you can the landscape old, not the soil;
Change you can your temperament and not run;
Change you can your heart and mind: you must toil.
Change you can your ambitions but be brave;
Change you can your life-styles much but behave!
6-3-2001
poem by John Celes
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Love to Speak
One should love to speak one’s self
As it may remove his mask
Since one leads the life which is full of lies
Hence later on the expectation too belies
It is based on give and take
There is no chance for retake
So take it as pure chance and challenge
If need be one should completely change
Bear it in mind and then accordingly adjust
It is essential and considered as must
It is not the simple game
Where you can air the grievance and blame
Before thinking what better half has
Prove your house is in order and not in mess
It may not be proper to expect everything
We must be prepared to let go something
Love and attachment may come smoothly
Once you are prepared to lead it happily
There is no room for keeping any kind of fear
Live the rest of the life full of joy without any tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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Profounded-Nouned-Ness
The 'light' has always been there.
Perhaps it takes 'aging' for some to become aware of it! ?
Nothing in nature has remained the same.
It is constantly 'evolving'.
Some have accepted this as 'change'.
While others hope their observances,
Will remain for them a repeated cycle.
We are just replacements.
That's it!
'Hmmm...
A 'poem'?
I think so!
I'm just so 'full' of 'profounded-nouned-ness'.
lol.
Of course my wonderful sister, Mim, would say,
'Yeah! He's full of 'it' alright! '
Inspired By:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
High School English Teacher
'Thank you, Ms Frances'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vastly The Veldt, The Bush Stretches Out About Me (Idyll) (In Answer To Sir Philip Sidney)
I
Vastly the veldt, the bush stretches out about me
where nature is left to its own existence,
where all kinds of game roam free
and here is nothing to bother with an insistence
and the weary traveller on this earth
can find a new kind of longing, a new kind of hope,
like a kind of refreshing new birth
while thoughts go past the normal human scope
where a person wonders about the creator of things
while serenity is displayed where ever you look,
bees and birds continually sing about happy tidings
and nowhere one can get this experience in a book
that comes as some kind of divine blessing,
you have got to realise that there is more to life and living.
II
You have got to realise that there is more to life and living
that every word and deed leaves a mark, a own impact,
comes as benevolence or a kind of attack,
that there’s more to life that taking and giving
that nature’s innocence and violence draws and sting
and our actions on to it we can never take back,
even our wanderings on a natural track
leaves its mark on mere existing
that somehow nature needs to be left unspoilt
while we live in a kind of ruling arrogance,
this deadly paradise has its own kind of dazzling
while we effect change, like gods live rich and spoilt
while we hide beyond a cloak of ignorance,
seldom do we realise the beauty of the coming spring.
III
Seldom do we realise the beauty of the coming spring
and yet on a farm I have met a rural girl
who brings another feeling to existing, something touching,
while in the veldt sometimes dust clouds whirl
the strange solitariness feels as if it’s alive
and she has taken me to her hidden places,
the places dear to a sweetheart or wife
where violets grow wild, wildflowers have different faces
and the sun shines friendly in a blue hued sky,
where you can feel the great tranquillity,
see birds in their coloured swarms fly
and realise that here is some strange kind of unity
a kind of unspoilt idyllic life
that exists happily without any kind of strive.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful nature in the forest
Our beatiful nature
as it is full of leisure
it keeps us suuplied with food
and gives us too shelter which is good
our beautiful nature
in the forest the trees swing
while the birds sing
the grass dance at the birds tune
as their moisture will run away so soon
our beautiful nature
as you step inside the forest
i set my foot on the ground to rest
as the forest skin holds my feet
the dew rans way and the grass take a sit
our beautiful nature
i pick out a fruit from a tree
since they are provided for free
i dont even need to bend on to one knee
i relax inside with calm
since the forest has also a natural charm
which will protect me
from any living predators
lastly i came out happily
as i was fed so quickly
which makes me to be taking care of nature
so lets all take care of nature
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Butterfly Dream
Once in my dream I became a butterfly
Over the flowers happily I flied
Resting on a flower drank I its juice
Shifting from one to another till belly was full
I only felt the happiness of the butterfly
Forgetting at that moment who am I
Suddenly I awakened from my dream
I found my soul again in human skin
At that moment could not say for sure I
If butterfly-me dreamed of being in human style
Or had human-I dreamed of being a butterfly
Which was happily enjoying the open sky
poem by Henry Chen
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Life, Death, Devil & Angel
Life is full of love
Life is full with pain
Life is full of friendship
Life is war
Life is peace
Life is hate
Life is messed up
Life is fun
Life is music
Life is candy
Life is girlfriend
Life is boyfriend
Life is family
Life is alive
Death is hurtful
Death is painful
Death is tears
Death is losing the one you love
Death is the one thing people don't wanna go thru
Death is a lot of things
Angel are loving
Angel are caring
Angels are nice
Angel are peaceful
Angel are in Heaven
Angel is the one you wanna fall in love with
Angel are the best thing ever
So if you are an angel stay like that forever because god will love you
Devils are mean
Devil are rude
Devils are hateful
Devil are in Hell
Devil are ghost
Devil are the worst thing to be so don't ever be mean to someone because god is watchin and when it come to judgment u will end up in hell
But all ma gyals and boiis are ma angel and devil and ma life till death
poem by Nikki Singh
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