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You can fly

You are butter fly
So you can fly
We are human being
We only keep on trying

You have sense to find out honey
We are hungry but only after money
You store for future and bees
We not only take fruits but steal complete tree

See the ants
What do they want?
What do we need?
More and more as greed

See the river water
They flow and cater
All needs and provide
Unite all but never divide

Birds sing in time
We praise sometimes
If that serves the purpose
We keep silence and only suppose

We take no clue
Neglect and refuse to view
We are adamant and irresponsible
Want everything but without struggle

Ants store for future use
We waste it and vehemently refuse
Cut the wood and barren the forest
How can anything then be called best?

Let us not cry later
Still we can make it better
We should miss nothing in anticipation
Let us build future with active participation

* Childish attempt *

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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O Bee!

O BEE!
VAVROO VAHANA PATRA
O Bee! How beautifully you build your honey-comb!
But greedy men, for the sake of honey, demolish your home!
With what intensive industry you store your honey!
But cruel human beings steal and sell it to earn money!
You save your honey to be used by your kith in future;
But, very sadly it becomes prey to human desire.
Your sweet honey is gone; your lovely home is gone!
How ugly looks the tree and the vernal morn!
People, too, save money for their future generation;
But thieves and dacoits snatch it and make it their own possession.
Thus, one mortal’s savings are plundered by another;
But “ Ill got, ill spent” it the law of even nature.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Sonnet: All Things Have a Purpose

A wild tree grows for ants to be its guests!
Old water-tank helps frogs spawn, croak each year;
A neem tree grows for birds to build their nests;
The refuse-dumps rear insects sounding ear.

The cut tree-trunks help white ants eat and breed;
The papayas help birds to beak with joy;
On wild berries, squirrels happily feed;
The tall palm-trees house pea-fowls to enjoy.

The wilder trees add greenness to the earth;
The wild flowers give nectar to wild bees;
The parrot-noise though disturbing, gives mirth;
His duty to His creatures all, God sees.

Don’t blame something if you can’t understand;
God knows the uses of the desert-sand!

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God is Kinder to Man

A wild tree grows amongst the broken stones
And rocky land: I wonder how at all?
Its greenish fruits make nests for ants and drones;
With natural glue, they weave it like a wall.

With time, they bend and twist the flattened fruits;
A cozy nest gets made that lasts for long;
And when it dries, switch on to newer shoots;
They guard their larvae with a marching song.

Though God grows trees for ants/bees to make nests,
Yet, man fears God may not him well provide;
But human beings are God’s heavenly guests;
And God is our Master, Friend and our Guide.

What love exits the heart that made us all!
And longs to take us back ev’r since our fall.

poem by John Celes
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Beautiful Bees

Bees be a buzzin a buzzin be the bee
but the only problem is there not buzzin in the fields.

Greed is the seed, the seed of which is greed
We've hurt the bees to meet our needs and treated them unfairly.

Money is the honey and the honey is the money.
They are slowly disappearing from all our interfering.

Stalling with the Pollen, the pollen that is stalling.
Please stop the pesticides and let it rest awhile.

Bees keep on buzzin, Keep on buzzin bees.
We need them for our future to build our family trees.

poem by Aine Carroll
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Time

Who knows about the future? Who knows what we'll find?
What good and bad things are in store by chance or design?
What can be done today to alter the future's course?
If truth be known you alone rule effects of its force.
Today at work or play only the present exists.
A wise world has no room for a past-present-future tryst.
Each future hour, joyful or dour, will never arrive.
The future will be the future as long as you're alive
The past is gone forever never to steal today's times,
Unless could-have-been memories commit awful crimes.
So love and live each instant of each and every day.
You have so little time as each moment passes away.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Features of the Future

I'm closer to the future
Than I was yesterday.
The highway of the future
Is in each break of day.
I frame my future
By the decisions I make.
I encounter the future
If diligent steps I take.
Plans for the future
I made in the past.
Today I face the future
Yet it won't last.
Depending on the future
Is so inefficient.
Because the so-called future
Is vague and transcient!
'you'll live well in the future
if the present is well lived! ! '

poem by Robert Reuben
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I Refuse

Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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Our time is now

Days continue to pass, still no future in sight
took a left at the fork, i should have turned right
oh how i wish i could see, the beginning to the end of time
and defy the laws of our human mind
instead stuck i stay, forced to live day by day
but is it really such a curse? striving to make each day better than the worst, realizing were not promised tomorrow, this is a thought ment to borrow
what if the future i saw, was bitter and dead
a thought as this would confuse the head
maybe find a feeling of inevitability, and refuse every responsibility
then lie down and wait, to let this impending future become your fate
perhaps your future was the other way around
walking on the sky instead of the ground
would you try as hard to find your light, or dive from a plane that never took flight, because you were blinded by your future shinning so bright
living day by day is a curse? i believe the opposite, reverse
so before from reality you are torn, in seeking the future i must worn
the only rewards are sickle and thorn,
for our time is now, thats why we were born.

'Death is the future for us all, we walk a lifetime, untill we fall' E.A.F

poem by Ethan A. Francis
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Present Compressed By Past and Future!

Once I was so enchanted,
So attracted and absorbed,
Beauty of flower made me
talk to it
I asked what is secret,
of its enchanting smile!

'O, friend', the flower talked to me,
I live in present,
no compression,
by past and future,
No depression of past memories,
No anticipation unborn future,
Busy in my own present,
Living in this instant,
No fear of harm,
no ffeeling of warm,
you look me as whole,
But, I have universe in me as a whole,
The universe works on its own,
Only I am witness for fate of my own!

No compression no depression,
Not even any absessi,
Bees affect me with their nature,
Yet no affective complexes in me!

I am born for some purpose,
Only animal magnetism run through bees and me!

I not get flattered either by your words,
Nor I feel pride or fear,
when bees fly at me,
neither lured by the music of bee's wings,
nor getting frustrated
with irritating bees!

I am born for my purpose,
And may or may not I complete them
my ambition are nil, inhibitions may kill my spirit,
Desirefree and libidofree attitude may be secret of my smile '!

Stunned by flowers reply I felt ashamed,
Man is one who lives not in present,
Because memories of past,
Anticipation of future,
Mistakes of the past and aspirations,
Makes past and future seem infinite,
compress present into an instant,
May be negligible and infinitesimal!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Only Now

Who knows about the future? What ever will we find?
What things are in store by chance or is it grand design?
What can be done today to alter the future course?
Live fully now and let these actions show their force.

Today at work or play know only present time exists.
Real world has little room for past-present-future trysts.
The future you require, joyful or dire, will never arrive.
Future will always be tomorrow as long as you are alive.

So love and live each instant of this and every day.
Be careful that you or the moment never waste away.
Do not condemn yourself to a life of sanguine sorrow
By treating today as if it were yesterday or tomorrow.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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For Future Generation

Are we cursed by nature?
A pertinent question asked to assure
What can be for us in store?
How do we sincerely try and explore?

Nature lovers explain it fully
Public awareness is raised successfully
Almost all people know about its implications
Earth is loosing its importance with clear indication

Sea waters are polluted with nuclear dumping
Ship breakers release radio active material while pumping
Glaciers melt while nuclear tests are on
Rivers flood at alarming level and warning has gone

Air is filled with poisonous release
From vehicles and its heavy use
New diseases find place with complete immunity
As medicines are yet to be found with best quality

Can we not go back to the nature?
Think seriously and secure the future
We are yet not that much alarmed
As nature has its fine core even after being harmed

Let us do it for future generation
Give them pure water to drink and air for inhalation
Let them not down with incurable diseases
Else man kind may refuse to exist and cease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Call Me

I cry for nothing
As it has caused me something
I am what I am supposed to be
Like fruits laden on tree

Call me
As I am free
By any name
I have no shame

You have used me as toy
Employed all sorts of decoy
Made me means to enjoy
As you wanted me for joy

I know it is my body
That is not liked by anybody
Yet you are after to have it
I shall not refuse as it certainly fits

Not with your ideology or mine
But it can be defined as fine
It is our wish and desire
I shall and may put it on fire

I shall surrender
For, you are not offenders
The age is tender
It is call of gender

No one has escaped
Yet vanity is caped
Hidden from vultures
As it is my golden future

I shall hold the key
To look fine as honey
I shall open cards gently
As you may accept me readily

I have no room to complain
Even if it gives me pain
I am normal human being
I must praise self and sing

I shall think of no result
As I am not afraid of insult
I am committed fully to the cause
As it is me and me only of course

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Modern Girl

Once a beautiful miss america married mr. right
Had a little baby girl, born on a stormy night
But that was once upon a time, now its a brand new world
Gimme the future, gimme the future, gimme the future with a modern girl
Gimme the future, gimme the future, gimme the future with a modern girl
Somewhere just between the past and somethin dawnin new
Theres a break in the chain, theres a skip in the clock
Girl thats where Im gonna find you
Between the boy I was before and what Im gonna be
Theres a clash on the border, a flame in the sky
Girl thats where youre gonna find me
Cant you hear the planet groanin like a broken down machine
Rusted with the guilty tears of fallen kings and queens
But you and I stand innocent, baby its a brand new world
Gimme the future, gimme the future, gimme the future with a modern girl
Gimme the future, gimme the future, gimme the future with a modern girl
(gimme the future, gimme the future, gimme the future with a modern girl)
Bridge:
Were the son and the daughter on a new freeway
(gimme the future, gimme the future)
Laughin while the road maps blow away
(gimme the future with a modern girl)
Were the son and the daughter and we aint afraid
(gimme the future, gimme the future)
Wont be makin the mistakes our fathers made
(gimme the future with a modern girl)
(gimme the future, gimme the future) oh, gimme the future with a modern girl
(gimme the future, gimme the future) oh, gimme the future with a modern girl
Once a beautiful miss america married mr. right
Had a little baby boy, born on a stormy night
But that was once upon a time, now its a brand new world
Gimme the future, gimme the future - gimme the future with a modern girl...
(repeats out)
(bridge)

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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We The People

I dream about a holy land
Where only live the friends
No foes, no rivals or greedy people
But only people to be called simple and noble

I wish the country to grow like tree
Where people find food in abundance and feel free
A shade to heave a sigh of relief
And even in diversity a bond of strong belief

Free justice to all and opportunity to grow
Enough of care and rivers with water to flow
No fight over rights but duties to care
I wonder for such place but to find where!

I wish the poor to be taken care of
But others are not neglected either
A place to live in like sacred land
Where hymns are played with musical band

Let morning be aired with cuckoo's melody
Churches, temples and mosques with name of almighty
Where day can rise with bright sun shine
Whole day to pass with struggle but to feel it very fine

Enough to eat and enough to feed
Where millions may smile sans greed
No lust for extra land and bloodshed at all
One voice from all to face and to prevent the fall

I wish to lead a march of hungry and desolate
Millions more with one voice to relate
Their participation in praise of mother land
Allow us to raise empire on solid sand

I wish to be buried along noble dead
Whose ideals were understood and read
I wish them all to sing in praise with peace
Let my all countrymen enjoy and live at ease

Color, cast and creed may try to divide
But let all them to unite and confide
Against any onslaught of division
This may then remain only our mission

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lovely And Beautiful

Life is to be lovely and beautiful
If you want to be successful
No double standard or no treachery
Then there won't come any misery

Let us go to nature
Where we find our future
Birds and breeze all same
I don’t know where from they all came

But there is melody
We find solution and remedy
They have no worry
At east no burden to carry

Every one does work calmly
It goes on very happily
There remains to be complete harmony
We can’t have joy even after spending money

I find them quarrel too
But again same when they are through
No more to snatch for further store
Wait for next day to explore

Everybody is happy around
They have only joy to see around
No more tension to carry forward
Only some grains to look toward

I find it reasonable
Even birds are capable
We got to be contended
Even though the need to be attended

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Poor Christian Looks At The Ghetto

Bees build around red liver,
Ants build around black bone.
It has begun: the tearing, the trampling on silks,
It has begun: the breaking of glass, wood, copper, nickel, silver, foam
Of gypsum, iron sheets, violin strings, trumpets, leaves, balls, crystals.
Poof! Phosphorescent fire from yellow walls
Engulfs animal and human hair.

Bees build around the honeycomb of lungs,
Ants build around white bone.
Torn is paper, rubber, linen, leather, flax,
Fiber, fabrics, cellulose, snakeskin, wire.
The roof and the wall collapse in flame and heat seizes the foundations.
Now there is only the earth, sandy, trodden down,
With one leafless tree.

Slowly, boring a tunnel, a guardian mole makes his way,
With a small red lamp fastened to his forehead.
He touches buried bodies, counts them, pushes on,
He distinguishes human ashes by their luminous vapor,
The ashes of each man by a different part of the spectrum.
Bees build around a red trace.
Ants build around the place left by my body.

I am afraid, so afraid of the guardian mole.
He has swollen eyelids, like a Patriarch
Who has sat much in the light of candles
Reading the great book of the species.

What will I tell him, I, a Jew of the New Testament,
Waiting two thousand years for the second coming of Jesus?
My broken body will deliver me to his sight
And he will count me among the helpers of death:
The uncircumcised.

poem by Czeslaw Milosz
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Of Ants and Life

…guess me correct
of ants and life they connect
causing a traffic jam on their trails I cannot forget
of ants as they swam from tree barks to get
a source of existence cannot let
the ants in drought to starve
for food is what they have once collected
and stored;
that which none has never rejected
nor objected
of ants and life

the futuristic species
that know when to pick up the pieces
of anything,
and the guard ants making sure nothing misses
from whence it were piled and stored
of ants and life ‘am never bored
as I observed how they nod
in respect and honor on board
as they pass each other a hustle they accord

of ants and life as they seek to conform
to a life in all its form

if ants can manage their own
why can’t we not of our own?

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Future World

I know a place we all can go
Dont wanna live here anymore
I see a planet slowly die
And I get tired of wondering why
Come and join the right future world
Dont you wanna be free and alive
Come and join the right future world
To a world where we all can survive
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
To let our children grow up there in peace
We can live in harmony
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
We can build a better world up there
Love is not just make-believe
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
Dont waste the precious life away
The spaceships taking off today
Leave your belongings all behind
Everything you need is in your mind
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
We can build a better world up there
Love is not just make-believe
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away...

song performed by by Boney M.
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Crazy Antics For Harriet Bishop

I watched an ant and wondered why.
He was convinced he had to try
to climb a grass stem to the top
and down the other side none stop.
Why did he feel he had to climb?
It was a complete waste of time.
But Ants do what they want to do
I know because I’ve watched a few.
I don’t think ants are very bright,
they very seldom get it right.
Though I can’t think the way ants do.
He might have had good reason to
climb to the top and down again.
Or just may be he was insane.

10-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Future Babies

A flower stands erect upon the stem.

Odd:
It bears the naked flesh of many men –
Pulsing, writhing, arteries humming;
Androgenic fluids chase their channels
To the ground, caking at a mound
Of naked girls, who pout in doubt and
Hurl their rabid glares from eyes
That catch the light of want
And desperation.

Sighs:
They know the separation
Stays their open legs
From bursting cocks.

Masturbation of the mind
Is all they need –
They’re in the docks of
Fate:
The evil Overpopulation’s out to feed
Their thund’rous urge to procreate!

Forget the conjugation, just for once?
Bag the bulbous tits in bras.
I know they want the tongue on c*nts;

But focus! Where’s the room to live?
And think about the future babies.

THINK:

You know they won’t forgive
Your selfish drive to suck, to shag.
The Dying Age of Man will drag
Him down to disappear.

So keep the girls away from sperm –
Don’t let the men up there!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, where?
Future future future future future future,
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, HERE!

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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