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seeds sprout
silently within soil
saplings surprise!

sun frowns
skin burns
lip dries!

dogs howling
wind screeching
heart beat missing!

donkeys in rain
buffaloes submerged, never
cease to amuse

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Wonderful Seeds

What does sprout from seeds?
The flowers might, but do not war with deeds.
Then a darling panting comes from the breathing space,
Wonders adjust the expenses of the body, and this is the case.
The seeds of wonderful nature collide with the wind
To sprint in the sand and loam, all agog, all dinned.
Such surprise! Such a soil of wonderment!
The seeds from seeds are springing into flowers and abandonment.

poem by Naveed Akram
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SONNET: Wild Trees

Look how the trees grow in the wilderness!
The Rain and Sun tend to their growing needs;
No man can put the tree’s growth in harness;
‘Tis clothed by verdure leaves, flow’rs, fruits with seeds.

Look how the Wind spreads wide the seeds in soil!
How fast they sprout into seedlings with Rain;
Some go awaste but most grow without toil;
Alas! Man thinks wild trees are just a bane.

Yet, every tree that God had made has use;
And every living creature God made fine;
‘Tis left to man, his faculties to use;
‘Tis left to him to keep his shoes in shine.

Some things we see, we may not understand;
God’s creation is something very grand.

poem by John Celes
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The sacrifice of the seeds rotting on stones is not futile. They will change into rich soil upon which other seeds will sprout.

aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Nature Succeeds Where Man Fails

What seeds, I threw
across the window, grew
as custard apple saplings, fast,
surprising all who came and looked aghast
and wondered how miraculous things could happen thus!

The seeds within the bird-droppings
Find domes and steeples, gopurams,
To grow so well that people often ask,
‘Can plants grow without soil and only rain,
Deriving nutrition from merely air? ’

Yet, farmers till the ground until
Forehead sweat falls and rain and sun
Can’t germinate the seeds sown well,
As tears fill eyes as crops don’t grow:
‘O God, they cry, why are we so unblessed? ’

At times, man may not reap what he may sow,
Until God-blessed, allowed by God;
He knows what, when, how much to give
Each person, as he well deserves:
God’s words decide our labour’s fruit.

poem by John Celes
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Oh My Heart Oh How It Burns

My heart it sings oh how it sings
it sings alone for me,
my heart within, deep within, oh how it sings;
it sings alone for me

an inspiring, electrifying, arousal melody.

Oh my heart oh how it burns
oh how it burns for me,
beneath my breast, deep beneath, oh how it burns;
within fervent depths it burns for me

a white hot heat; a searing heat; maiming bodily.

There is joy within and love within
awakened wonder seen by me,
there is wonder there, and love found there, within;
such love within it startles me

thrilling wondrous; joy there known; tempestuously.

Such wonder there like thunder there
that thunder threatens me;
I wonder at howling thunder there;
that booms and howls at me.

From between comes, a howling wind, a searing wind,
a tearing wind; that comes; that blows for me;
from out actinic abyss; blows cruel creative wind;
that threatens; inter-dimensional realms; all worlds to be.

A chilling wind a howling wind
that severs my heart within me;
it is a chilling wind, an abrasive wind;
that severs my heart from me.

Though often in my inward innermost thought,
lightning striking frightening;
is rapture held within; fervently by me.

That lightning striking frightening,
is blinding thought not frightening thought;
that seres at sentient; sequential heart in me.

Such is wondrous heart knowing heart,
that booms; howls; reels; calls siren surreal to me.

Like searing wind; from out; terrifying abhorrent abyss;
such is wondrous; wild; untamable heart in me.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lovers Swing

The swing moved silently in the wind
As the trees hovered over
Silently, swiftly, it swung
In the wind's silent song.
Patiently it waits
To rock another happy girl
Whose lover pushes her to and fro
As the wind will push and throw
Until her giggles echo in the skies
And her heart beat cries
That his love is as gentle
As d wind
That makes her heart sing

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A Heritage Of Aussie Drought

Henry Lawson
was indeed a joy to read,
when studying Aussie lit,
he's so well writ

the rain is falling hard here,
season tropical Indonesian rain,
the scanned lines are fine
Lawson's writing succinct plain

Our Andy's gone to battle now
‘Gainst Drought, the red marauder; ’

but Australian Soil,
is still losing the battle,
to erosion drought
hard hoofed animals

like cattle sheep goats
horses donkeys pigs
but water buffalo camels?
and foxes cats rabbits?

over grazing combined
with cyclic natural drought
and feral invasive species
all have specific consequences

feral animals typically
have few natural predators
may carry fatal diseases
have high reproductive rates

a rabbit proof fence was
a kinda neat costly solution

i am no scientist but i'll tell you what i think

feral animals eat vegetation
which exposes fine soils
to wind and water erosion

cats kill birds, so what, you say?

cats destroy necessary birds
whose droppings carry seeds
that grows renews vegetation

with less birds there is less vegetation
without vegetation the soil is exposed
to wind rain and hard hoofed erosion

raising salinity high water table still to beat
maybe satellite grazing is the answer sport?

drought still haunts Australia still,
but Andy's spirit was never beat,
now scientific Australia must beat,
the drought before its got us beat!

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem was written after reading the poem Andy's Gone With Cattle by Henry Lawson, an Australian colonial writer and poet, who is often referred to as Australia's greatest writer. Having taught causes of Australian soil erosion, the temptation to mix the two was irresistible.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Summer Son

Im tired of telling the story
Tired of telling it your way
Yeh I know what I saw
I know that I found the floor
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Ive opened the door
Ive opened the door
Here comes the summers son
He burns my skin
I ache again
Im over you
I thought I had a dream to hold
Maybe that has gone
Your hands reach out and touch me still
But this feels so wrong
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Ive opened the door
Ive opened the door
Here comes the summers son
He burns my skin
I ache again
Im over you
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Ive opened the door
Ive opened the door
Here comes the summers son
He burns my skin
I ache again
Im over you
Here comes the winters rain
To cleanse my skin
I wake again
Im over you
Here comes the summers son
He burns my skin
I ache again
Im over you
Here comes the winters rain
To cleanse my skin
I wake again
Im over you
Im over you

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Summer Son

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Heart

(tennant/lowe)
--------
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
Every time I see you something happens to me
Like a chain reaction between you and me
My heart starts missing a beat
My heart starts missing a beat
Every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh, every time
If I didnt love you, I would look around for someone else
But every time I see you, you have the same effect
My heart starts missing a beat
My heart starts missing a beat
Every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Every time
I hear your heart beat next to me
Im in love with you; I mean what I say
Im in love with you, and you dont know
What it means to be with you
(beat)
(beat)
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
(beat)
(beat)
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
Every time I see you, no matter what we do
Theres a strange reaction, can you feel it too?
My heart starts missing a beat
My heart starts missing a beat
Every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh, every time
I hear your heart beat next to me
Im in love with you; I mean what I say
Im in love with you, and you dont know
What it means to be with you
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh, every time
(beat)
(beat) every time
(beat)
(beat) every time
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
(beat)
(h-h-heartbeat)
(h-h-heartbeat)

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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When I Feel The Rain I Live

Outside it's raining and i'm watching at my window,
In silence of the world, only the dance of rain i could feel,
My thoughts are in torment of questions and answers,
Only the rain knows what i need.

Rain falls gradually in the rhythm of my thoughts,
I feel it's wrapping my pain,
The voice of rain calming my senses,
When my heart is rushing to beat.

I'm watching rain from window,
The cold drops are touching the thirsty ground,
My soul is the same as the soil,
It needs love as much the soil needs rain.

I'm walking in cold rain,
Like crystal pearls are falling from the sky,
When touching my skin it's like magic,
I feel my soul light and released of pain.

I'm listening the music of the rain drops,
And on this music i am dancing, speeding around,
With my arms wide open touching rain drops,
Rain is caressing me with its voice and touch.

I adore rain, it's all my sould wanted,
Caressing me, awaking life in me,
When i feel the rain and listen to its rhythm,
I wish to live again, again, again.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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Prosperous Immigrants..

never heard of giggling water,
never touch the tingling soil,
never breathe the whistling air,
hide between the rocks many decade.

well preserved, well nourished,
well protected, well kept,
I have life in me. I am a seed.
Waiting silently to sprout up.

An ambitious guy uses a spade,
I am released from the dark,
None can stop a life from growing,
I sprout up victoriously.

Hidden talents have to be identified,
When Ample opportunities are available,
Those who do not make use of it, may suffer,
but the life with real life in it, will prosper.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Effects!

The rain returns after a long holiday,
From the terrains where the greens stay,
A cooling breeze touches the hot skin,
The consummation of water and loam,
Emanate the smell of the soil and the soul,
Congested noses cleared, farmers thrilled,
Emptied brooks are bare and naked,
Frogs with tired legs not started to croak,
The thirsty coconut trees still have young,
On the banks of river, where their roots hung,
The villagers are out on the red soil path,
Looking at one another with gleeful thought,
dropp by dropp the rain showers their heart,
To fill the catchment and then run to dissolve the dirt,
To wipe the tears of our hungry farmers,
The rain of water spray on their face,
As the wind hugs the wind,
The fire calms down the inferno.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Rain On The Window

Round about midnight
I feel the chill closin in
Living my stage fright
I need the sun to begin - tomorrow
Thinking bout my life
And all the changes she made
And when she went running out
All the colors fade - to midnight
What a bad week Ive had
Theres rain on the window
What a bad week Im sad
Theres rain on my window
Will I be staying
Or am I moving in
Am I still standing
Ive gotta wait - shes choosing
* what a bad week Ive had
Theres rain on the window
What a bad week Im sad
Theres rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
Repeat *
(written and arranged by nazareth)
Copyright 1983 fool circle limited
All rights reserved.

song performed by by Nazareth
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You Must Dropp The Seed

i am the field, plowed fertile field
near the river
some dogs are buried within me
some snakes live here
i know their wishes and desire

somehow i wait for you as the rain
and you as the sower
of the seeds
pour some sweat of your brow
and let your arms swing
let the seeds
fall

that is all i want
that is all that i am waiting for
just dropp the seed
and i will let them grow

then you can leave

i will take care of the snakes
and i will always remember all the dogs sleeping here

now you must leave
the seeds shall grow spontaneously as i watch the seasons change
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fairytale Rains

For long there’s no rain, for long
The dying soil stretches its tongue
Towards the firmament, begging on its knees
‘Rain, come rain, even if a little, please’!
It’s eons since the clouds squeezed out
The last drops, knowing they’re all in vain
No yield would come of them, no sprout
Horrified they wilted to be never back again!

The race progressed with their grim toil
Forgetting rain is born in the soil
Dreaming of a distant thunder
Yearning the clouds to come asunder!

My grandpa told me a fairytale
That once on earth the rain fell
It washed the body and made souls clean
Lives shot up to make the earth green!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Still Silently

I see a shadow
shining through the moon
there is a reflection
and it's coming through
I hide my face
a silhourette
in my window
pitcures burning of you

It's just a memory
passing me by
in the midnight sky
after a pouring rain
with troubles I can't forget
still silently
I'll wait one more day

I hear the sound of the wind
howling through the trees
with echoes of your voice
that whisper to me softly
just like jasmine
it was such a sweet smell
but it was just the pain
that took your place
still silently
I had to walk away

Their was a teardrop
that fell from these eyes of mine
as I stood on that montain top
watching ghost dance
off in a distance
as we died
still silently
we had to try

But what would it matter in time
when their was no other choice
I changed every direction
to escape your affection
such an addiction
still silently
I stood alone on this stage

I hear your name
still in the breeze
but I won't be coming home soon
sickened by your disease
turn yet another page
for a new destination
still silently
we feel the same
(spiritwind-2000)

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Waggon Hill

Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,
Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck,
Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling,
Galleons drifting wreck by wreck.
'Fetter and Faith for England's neck,
Faggot and Father, Saint and chain,---
Yonder the Devil and all go howling,
Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!

Drake at the last off Nombre lying,
Knowing the night that toward him crept,
Gave to the sea-dogs round him crying,
This for a sign before he slept:---
'Pride of the West! What Devon hath kept
Devon shall keep on tide or main;
Call to the storm and drive them flying,
Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!'

Valour of England gaunt and whitening,
Far in a South land brought to bay,
Locked in a death-grip all day tightening,
Waited the end in twilight gray.
Battle and storm and the sea-dog's way!
Drake from his long rest turned again,
Victory lit thy steel with lightning,
Devon, o Devon, in wind and rain!

poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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If you go away

If you go away and you have set the day
In my heart I foster a blessing, in my lips a pray
That you shall guard and protect yourself
And your life be under these heaven and sun safe

And if you wish to say ‘Good bye’ and if for ever
Still for ever… as ‘ever’ is such deafening, I do wish you well
Even though my heart with painful pangs gasps for air, never
Against you shall it bare to rebel

Yet quietly and reclusive it retreats to dark solitary
To vanquish its sorrow and sweet pains and deals daily with adversary
It has to unchain to unwind and to wean
Itself from her, the one that had been

I, I his master have locked it in the chamber of my chest
Where shaken and frightened it will seek but never find rest
For I have thrown the dungeon’s keys
And condemned it to live by fading memories

And If I hear it sobbing long into a cold winter night
I will command it to be a proud daring knight
And so I shall say:
Dear heart! There is not a joy life can give, like that it takes away

Oh it is such a fearful thing to glance and bare
Back on the bloom of love long wielded
It is a flower beaten down with rain and wind
Which once they fostered up with gentle care

Your words sounded like the howling winds on barren branch load
When the joy of laughter ceases
Suffocated love dries out and frizzes
And there are no morning breezes to move away the ominous cloud

And the heart within me crying in the bewitched night
It is crying for its deprived light
With no language with a wordless cry
And yet so potent is its sigh

Howling, howling, howling the wind over dark land and sea
No refuge no comfort can come to me
Wailing, wailing, wailing the sounds of the night
The ominous moon stares at the snow and the downs are as a day bright

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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Reflections on a winter night

If you go away and you have set the day
In my heart I foster a blessing, in my lips a pray
That you shall guard and protect yourself
And your life be under these heaven and sun safe

And If I hear it sobbing long into a cold winter night
I will command it to be a proud daring knight
And so I shall say:
Dear heart! There is not a joy life can give, like that it takes away

Oh it is such a fearful thing to glance and bare
Back on the bloom of love long wielded
It is a flower beaten down with rain and wind
Which once they fostered up with gentle care

Your words sounded like the howling winds on barren branch load
When the joy of laughter ceases
Suffocated love dries out and frizzes
And there are no morning breezes to move away the ominous cloud

And the heart within me crying in the bewitched night
It is crying for its deprived light
With no language with a wordless cry
And yet so potent is its sigh

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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Wonderful Seeds

SONNET: Wild Trees

Nature Succeeds Where Man Fails

Oh My Heart Oh How It Burns

Lovers Swing

A Heritage Of Aussie Drought

Summer Son

Summer Son

Heart

When I Feel The Rain I Live

Prosperous Immigrants..

Effects!

Rain On The Window

You Must Dropp The Seed

Fairytale Rains

Still Silently

Waggon Hill

If you go away

Reflections on a winter night

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