Tail Of Dog
IF DOG'S TAIL CAN BE STRAIGHTENED
THEN MAN CAN NEVER BE QUESTIONED
BUT ALAS! IT HAS SEPRANTS NATURE
BITE ANY ONE IF NOT SUITED TO HIS NATURE
IT WIL NEVER HAPPEN
WE HAVE OBSERVED SINCE CENTURIES EVEN
DOG IS SAID TO HAVE EARNED THE NAME OF FAITHFUL ANIMAL
WHERE AS PEOPLE TURN THEIR BACK WHEN FIND SOMEONE'S ARRIVAL
WE ARE TOTALLY UNTRUSTWORTHY
NO ONE MAY FALL IN LINE WITH SYMPATHY
IT IS SIMPLE AND CAN BE EASILY AVOIDED
HUMAN MIND IS SUSCEPTBLE AND PROVIDED
THERE IS EXCEPTION TOO
WE HAVE SENTIMENTS THAT CAN BE CALLED HONEST AND TRYE
WE WEEP AND CRY AT SOMEBODY'S PAIN
AT THE SAME TIME EXPRESS JOU AND HAPPINESS IN RAIN
HUMAN NATURE IS SUCH AND CAN'T BE BLAMED
EACH PERSON THINKS DIFFERENT AND CAN'T BE CLAIMED
SO IF SOMEONE ACTS SHAMEFULTHEN WHOLE OF DESERVES NO CONCDEMNATION
IT IS FINE BLEND OF NATIRAL BOND WOVEN WITH FINE RELATION
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dog's Tail
IF DOG'S TAIL CAN BE STRAIGHTENED
THEN MAN CAN NEVER BE QUESTIONED
BUT ALAS! IT HAS SEPRANTS NATURE
BITE ANY ONE IF NOT SUITED TO HIS NATURE
IT WIL NEVER HAPPEN
WE HAVE OBSERVED SINCE CENTURIES EVEN
DOG IS SAID TO HAVE EARNED THE NAME OF FAITHFUL ANIMAL
WHERE AS PEOPLE TURN THEIR BACK WHEN FIND SOMEONE'S ARRIVAL
WE ARE TOTALLY UNTRUSTWORTHY
NO ONE MAY FALL IN LINE WITH SYMPATHY
IT IS SIMPLE AND CAN BE EASILY AVOIDED
HUMAN MIND IS SUSCEPTBLE AND PROVIDED
THERE IS EXCEPTION TOO
WE HAVE SENTIMENTS THAT CAN BE CALLED HONEST AND TRYE
WE WEEP AND CRY AT SOMEBODY'S PAIN
AT THE SAME TIME EXPRESS JOU AND HAPPINESS IN RAIN
HUMAN NATURE IS SUCH AND CAN'T BE BLAMED
EACH PERSON THINKS DIFFERENT AND CAN'T BE CLAIMED
SO IF SOMEONE ACTS SHAMEFULTHEN WHOLE OF DESERVES NO CONCDEMNATION
IT IS FINE BLEND OF NATIRAL BOND WOVEN WITH FINE RELATION
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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Human Nature (feat. Claudette Ortiz)
[Verse 1:]
Looking out
Across the night-time
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
[Verse 2:]
Get me out
Into the night-time
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
[Chorus:]
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, just tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
[Verse 3:]
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
[Chorus:]
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, just tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
I like livin' this way
I like lovin' this way
[Verse 4:]
Looking out
Across the morning
The city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming of the street
[Chorus:]
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
[Chorus:]
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Human Nature Blues
The human nature
Is to still from another person
The human nature
Is to swear at each other
The human nature
Is to talk non stop
The human nature
Is to kill
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Human Nature
1st verse
Looking out
Across the night-time
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
2nd verse
Get me out
Into the night-time
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
Chorus
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, just tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
3rd verse
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
Chorus
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, just tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
I like livin' this way
I like lovin' this way
4th verse
Looking out
Across the morning
The city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming of the street
Chorus
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Sentimental fool
Most intelligent people are considered as sentimental fool
Think too much from different angle and don’t take it cool
Boys or girls are judged best from their initial days in school
Come together at different level but drawn from same pool
Is this so because God has made us little intelligent
Do we consider ourselves as super human or agent?
Why do we take everything from different prospective?
Put extra efforts in solving the problem by being too active
Animals too have mind but not that of human being
They do act, react and behave in no manner like thing
Here it comes to act as difference with fertile mind
Some fine blend of people act funny to look unkind
Mind goes in a direction which is totally unwarranted
Don’t think it positive when actually required and wanted
They find themselves in awkward position and shunted
They remain confined and their move is always blunted
After all it is human being tendency to act or behave
They will think at length difference between have-not’s and have
Unnecessary conclusions and prolonged debate
Simple bogey raised and novel methods to combat
This doesn’t find favor with common people or man
They too have common sense and all capacity as human
Nothing prevents them from being turning into lukewarm
Intelligentsia loose the sympathy and relation doesn’t remain warm
They have their own novel ideas which doesn’t attract
They remain aloof and don’t come into contact or react
It is secluded environment for then which forbade to interact
This is how they have come into being and is simple fact
May be it is possible they have super human mind too
Many ordinary people may not have vision to look through
They will find it extremely difficult to grasp the views
To some it will be simply unbearable and find favor with only few
Their contribution in some of the fields have been unique
They have suffered so much from their own critics
It is strong resolve on their part to sail through with wisdom
Anything could have been nightmare and result of course seldom
Scientists, doctors and researchers fall in this special category
They have different approach and goal to pursue with philosophy
It is their natural talent that has brought us to the new era
Definitely they deserve our sympathy little care extra
Let us be not be that selfish to term them sentimental fool
They are powerful instrument, medium or tool
It is, however, we are all in the same boat
It is fine oratory, example or beautiful quote
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thousand Human Eyes
Thousand human eyes
Cannot grasp nature’s beauty
In lifetime to praise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot see nature in full
As I always flies
Thousand human eyes
Falls short in their description
Of Sunset sunrise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot apprehend nature
Beneath the blue skies
Thousand human eyes
Fails to see nature’s beauty
To fully appraise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot fully understand
Nature to surmise
Thousand human eyes
Are blessed to see the nature
In its complete guise
Thousand human eyes
Sees the beauty of nature
With awe and oyez
Thousand human eyes
Is not capable to see
Nature’s burning eyes
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Nature Of The Beast
Verse 1
Like a razor
Ive been livin on the edge
Am I losing control
Ive been pushed above
The point of no return
Under pressure I fell
Release 1
My will is bending
Like steel
This talk of danger
Is real
Chorus
Its not my nature
To be sweet anymore
Its just the nature
Of the beast at your door
Its human nature
In the animal world
(its human nature)
(its human nature)
Verse 2
I am not responsible
For things I cant explain
You know the night is like a zoo
In the jungle
With your back against the wall
Your love is precious to you
Release 2
The fever burnin through me
You free the spirit in me
Chorus
Break
Chorus (repeat 3 times )
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Claim on high note
It is good to claim on high note
One can be appreciated if he admitted it and wrote
If something is written only to project as good act
We know for sure the human weakness and react
It is difficult to resist the temptation
It has nothing to do with pure or fake relation
When it comes to the real testing of will
We will definitely have nothing but shame to feel
Hardly some percent may claim virginity on high ground
It is never questioned but certainly rare to find
We may clap at the frank admission of guilt
It may not a strong basis on which anything can be built
It is Lovely and nice to ask for purity
As we often insist for fine blend of quality
Nothing can be assured in return
To go for real check is your turn
We all can and try to gain sympathy
Yet we can avoid pain and apathy
People will only applaud for good oratory
We only have to repent for sin and feel sorry
If we have acted nicely in time with high morale
You have fresh air to breathe or inhale
The memory may fade away as bad dream
It will bite your conscious even if not dream
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The People Who Love Nature
Not seen as great or special or the leaders of our time
But to the people who love Nature i dedicate this rhyme
They dedicate their free time for the future of human kind
And in the person who loves Nature a great person you will find.
The person who loves Nature be it he or be it she
Is someone who is a good friend of all of humanity
For we belong to Nature though some may not agree
Like every other life form that's how 'twould seem to me.
The people who try to save the woodland from the bulldozer and chainsaw
And whilst in trying to save the trees they break a man made law
Are the real heroes and heroines and the unsung of our day
Though there are many out there who do not see it that way.
No special day to honour them and for them never a parade
And for the dead who did love Nature the last post is never played
They live to save the Planet and anonymity is their gain
But the people who love Nature as my heroes and my heroines do remain.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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Want To Be Quiet
When a person wants to be quiet?
I don't know exactly as poet
It might have many reasons
But must be varying from person to person
Yes it comes to mind
When all of sudden you find
Your poems are neglected
Not read and not even reacted
That gives simple jolt
As if sudden blue from bolt
Either you are self driven
Or worth yet to be proven
Poetry as such is nobody's domain
It may narrate nature, separation and pain
More of self experience and some of the the facts
How can readers take it seriously and react?
I can judge their mood
But poetry is like food
If you go deep
It may certainly make you to weep
It has human touch
To remain friends all the times as such
Yet suffer some sort of mental agony
When not appreciated by so many
Not that poetry is disliked with its irrelevance?
Not that it has failed to take into account such grievance
The reader's mood is unpredictable like rain
If it comes then it may bring relief along with pain
Even though I have missed their nonparticipation
It speaks of very close affinity and relation
The view points penned in poem may not be suitable
Perhaps this is the only point for them not to struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As I ventured to the Wood
As I ventured to the wood,
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head – as
In a sense of cosy bed.
As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.’
As I ventured to the wood,
A fallow deer of limpid eye
Gave care to glance at lucky I.
The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had
Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux.
As I ventured to the wood,
A dazzling flower waved her face
In blazing show of dance and chase, and
Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she
Flirted like a prancing fawn.
As I ventured to the wood,
A butterfly had graced my arm,
And knowing I bid him no harm, he
Splayed for me hypnotic wing in
Colours for to urge me sing!
As I ventured to the wood,
The radiant sun shone down on me.
He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee,
You bless your land; be filled with pride, and
Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I am lost
I am totally lost and gone for ever
I need some shelter and cover
I am running with heat but not in fever
I am not aware of it but still to think over
What makes me to go berserk?
Why am I unable to utter words or speak?
Why such stage has come to me in person?
What can be the cause or real reason?
Some invisible eagerness prevails in body
I am longing for good company of somebody
The deaired are inflamed and coming to surface
One beautiful personality strikes me with her face
I want to befriend and go all out for union
It is desire to find a very good companion
What can happen if some one touches your mind?
You have all pleasure to think about and find
This might have happened with meeting eyes
It might have progressed with exchang of the byes
It is well turning point to result in reality
Love is not the cause but a blend of fine quality
I am dreaming night in a day
Well, this is condition anyway
I want to pull her bring her near
Still mind is gripped with unknown fear
This is not something new to happen
It has been there for centuries even
Love is all about to feel and live
There is one thing only to believe
You are not exception
It is nicely thought over with conception
It is nice gift from the creator
We are simple breathing creature
We may behave erratically
As it has come automatically
There is no scope to feel guilt
The feelings are divine gift and in built
We may go for it aimlessly or inadvertently
This stage is romantic and comes in life suddenly
You go for undrstanding and move openly
It is nice step but must be woked out conviniently
Slight misunderstanding may invte break up
You have lost the chance and again can't take up
It has to be maintained with trust
The relation ahould go on and is must
It is not on as side show
The serious relation must groom and grow
It is like fine river water flow
Very eager to meet but offer serious blwo
There is no other short cut or route
You have to go honesty and can't flout
It is one time affair or opportunity in life time
It must be considered as golden period or prime
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Human Nature
It is in our own nature to know what we deserve
To know what we can earn
To know when we’ve made mistakes
To know when we’ve made them rite
To see those who can make it better
And yet we still block them out
We see the people who do care about us
And we blind ourselves with the past
We want to let go
But then feel obligated to hold on
Hold on to the negativity
Hold on to what could have been
And possibly what should have been
But what human nature doesn’t understand is that if it’s gone, then its gone
If it doesn’t come back soon after
Then it is time to let go
Time to heal ourselves
Time to figure out how else we can make ourselves happy
But human nature is hurt and blinded
And though someone else starts our pain
It is us who continues it
It is us who does not allow it to end
6/20/09
poem by Candice George
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Nature's blessings Spring
Nature's blessings called Spring
Nature's blessings
Cherry trees in bloom
Cascades of colours
Floating into my room
Nature's blessings
Eruption of new life
Everywhere around
It's the eternal bound
Nature's blessings
Spring's awakening
Fills one with new hopes
Melting away sorrow slopes
Nature's blessings
Shy scarce sunbeams
Sense of survival
Swallow's arrival
Nature's blessings
Flowers popping up
It's time to hold on
For young and old
Nature's blessings
Cycle of every year
Winter months we bear
Now earthly warming
Nature's blessings
Worth all the gold
Nature's natural gift
To life we all hold
Nature's blessings called Spring
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.
Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.
But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Tis Part Of Human Nature
I take them as i meet them of people i must say
And if some disrespect me in kind them i repay
Respect me and I'll respect you in that i do believe
'Tis part of human nature to return what you receive.
'Tis part of human nature for to like words of praise
A big boost to the ego and our spirits it does raise
Kinds words they make us happy when nice things one to us say
To feel flattered by the compliment that is our human way.
Some criticisms of us we see as quite unfair
And damage by lies done to one's character is quite hard to repair
Those who tell you that mud sticks are saying what is true
Never lie about another and give everyone their due.
'Tis part of human nature to stick by your own kind
Football fans in art galleries you are not likely to find
You show disrespect to someone that person will not respect you
And what you do to others unto you they will do.
poem by Francis Duggan
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White snow
It had snowed for hours
We remained completely indoors
There was no other go then to confine
Though we all were feeing very fine
It was season’s first fall
We waited for nature’s call
The land was covered with white sheet
The area was deep and clad with many feet
The children came out with no fear
The joyous voice was there to hear
They had their own choice to celebrate
It was wonderful experience to narrate
May be we are representing snow
We have not prepared ourselves to grow
Now as river water is frozen to by Celsius zero
There won’t be any reason for us to feel hero
The relations are frozen to dangerous level
There is hardly anything to project or tell
We have become symbolic as nature
Flowing away from secured line of future
I know every year it may come and snow
The icy winds may be faster to flow
It will send chill waves into bones
The ill waves will never be by gone
I will grow with all sorts of cold and rain
It will be only aimed to get something or gain
Nothing is compared to the quality of nature
As he is totally unaware of it or sure
What will be impact of my cold behavior?
Nothing so far as my nature is known to others
It has deep in our blood and mind
We are not for anything good to find
The cold spell may last long
The snow is part of life and belongs
It may bring fortune little later
When turn into water with complete situation to alter
Though clad completely white over vast area of land
We see no hidden plot from nature’s hand
It is her yearly schedule to be in time as expected
We are here to honor it and positively acted
Though very harsh during complete season
We face it willingly without any reason
It has its own charm and in right place
Complete world is in joy to rush for race
It does not baffle anybody not even local man
They are used to it as normal human
The sports person may have their own inception
The general feeling is for warm welcome and reception
We have into being with reality
Nature has its own cycle and quality
We are not copying any of the hard hit calamities
It has its own inherent inbuilt utilities
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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A Great Player!
Is man playing with Nature?
Or Nature playing with man?
Man by his mind wants all;
He wants all under his control.
But can man control Nature?
Action and reaction are equal!
The more man plays with Nature
The more Nature replies by play!
Winter snow is too much for man;
Summer heat is too much for man;
Why have they become too much?
Man has meddled with resources
Nature has provided for man
And the reaction of Nature is high!
Rules of game man has to learn;
Then only he can win in the game;
Until then Nature is the great player!
poem by Ramesh T A
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