approaching spring
an excitement thrusting over
the landscape of my mind
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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approaching spring
an excitement thrusting over
the landscape of my mind
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Approaching Spring
spring soon will be here
Away from the winter's snow
Drying up every frosty tear
And causing the landscape to glow
But the shine of spring I need right now
I need all the help I can get
To wave goodbye to this past winter
In hopes that I can forget
I've lost all my real friends
And almost ever other friendship too
Right now I am just amazed
That I haven't yet lost you
The approaching spring will hit restart
It's something that we all need
The approaching spring will fix our hearts
And allow our souls to breathe
poem by Matt Burgett
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Spring Fever
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
A little bird, he told me so
He said come on, get on the go
Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies
The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees
Spring makes my fever right
Spring fever, spring is here at last
Spring fever, my hearts beating fast
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
Well if you feel the wanderlust
Just grab a car or hop a bus
In every town theres excitement to be found
So much is happening
Dont miss the joy of spring
The worlds in love just look around
Spring fever comes to everyone
Spring fever, its time for fun
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
Spring fever, its spring fever time
Spring fever, watch that fever climb
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
Spring is everywhere
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
quote by Mervyn Peake
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The Crocus
I saw a purple crocus today,
Though it barely could be seen,
While all around was white,
And the landscape seemed to gleam.
I saw a purple crocus today,
The sky was bright and clear,
And yet I know it meant for me
That the spring season was near.
I saw a purple crocus today,
That protruded through the snow,
It triggered a moment of excitement,
And meant a lot for me to know.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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New Spring
Spring!
Spring! How beautiful is the
Spring! How wonderful is the
Spring! How majestic is the
Spring! How fantastic is the
Spring! How tantalizing is the
Spring! How glorious is the
Spring! How melodious is the
Spring! How joyful is the
Spring! How breathtaking is the
Spring! How uplifting the
Spring! How happy is the
Spring! How magnificent is the
Spring! How colorful is the
Spring! How tasteful is the
Spring! How memorable was the
Spring! How flavorful is the
Spring! How aromic is the
Spring! How sweet is
Spring! How beautiful is the
Spring!
poem by Mario Saboundjian
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I Mourn
the charms of spring spreading around
and yet no one knew i was deep bound
the sorrows of night spread over me
everyone else cherish they be
spring is here everyone's cheer
and the loneliness i cant bear
the mourning thoughts filled in my mind
everyone else filled with joy and blind
my eyes stuck on the dark approaching here
they are in ecstasy for the blossoms there
intensified by the grief i mourn
the wishes i have are forlorn
such world no wonder i have seen
where everyone else is there where they have been
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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Spring conflagrations
early spring
flowers smile and bow
to the cool breeze
the sun shines with
the exact intensity
to enable this heart
to open up, in the
blossoming of
the new season
hastily, iccicles
and snow count away
each last dropp of winter
so that wondrous spring could
take centrestage in time
intoxicated bees buzz
making stops at
the sweetest
and most fragrant
conflagrations
of the latest spring
butterflies flip
their wings
turning each second
of the season
into an artistic and
colourful adventure
for my mind
their excitement
the fashion of a child
the first time he lays hands
on his favourite cartoons
and the birds
spring crystalises
in each clear chrip
amidst their battle of songs
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Spring
In spring
The tender leaves spring
And release the coiled mind to spring
And fling
The thing
That till then did wring.
In spring
The little birds sing
And sling the depressed mind to swing
And bring
Bells of joy
To ring and cling.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Earth Awakes
Now that the snow has melted,
The rivers flow wildly and sing,
The birds chirp in melody,
And the birth of spring begins.
Flowers slowly waken,
Stretching towards the sun,
Baby Dragonflies, bees and butterflies,
Oh yes! Spring has begun.
Tree's swaying back and forth with life,
Birds singing, playing a flirty game of tag,
Mating season's soon approaching,
Ah! Spring is here at last.
poem by Annalee Hopkins
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What Nature Brings
Autumn leaves that turn to gold
Flowers that are bright and bold
Tremble in the cooling wind
Messages the autumn sends
Soon the winter storm so strong
We hope that it would not stay long
Now it’s almost time to change
And the landscape soon will rearrange
Spring will come before we know
This will bring a winter thaw
And then spring, oh glorious spring
Isn't it exciting what nature brings?
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Primrose (Novelinee)
Quite early in spring it is flowering,
delicate flowers on an erect stem
while all the birds in excitement sing,
at the beginning of spring I see them,
there is something in its simple beauty,
drawing big butterflies that do flutter,
is given in love, respect and duty,
in the colour of yellow-white butter,
bringing sweet words that other can utter.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Coitus
The gilded phaloi of the crocuses
are thrusting at the spring air.
Here is there naught of dead gods
But a procession of festival,
A procession, Giulio Romano,
Fit for your spirit to dwell in.
Dione, your nights are upon us.
The dew is upon the leaf.
The night about us is restless.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Remembering South of the River
South river good
Landscape old once know well
Sunrise river flower red bear fire
Spring come river water green like lily
Can not remember river south
South of the river is good,
Long ago, I knew the landscape well.
At sunrise, the river's flowers are red like fire,
In spring, the river's water's green as lilies.
How could I not remember south of the river?
Spring Did Come.
Spring did come,
On butterfly's wings.
On a flitting bird,
And the song it sings.
Spring did come,
When the flowers bloomed,
When it filled the air
With a sweet purfume.
Spring did come,
On the morning's breeze.
Spring did come,
On budding leaves.
Spring did come,
On blades of dew.
Spring did come,
In skies of blue.
Spring did come,
With a joyous ring.
Spring did come...
Welcome, Spring!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Hug a Tree
When a thrill has lost its excitement...
And others are convinced,
A routine visited makes to them a lot of sense...
Hug a tree!
At least that activity,
Is on no one's agenda.
Approaching life differently,
Reveals new discoveries...
Never to bore one seeking variety.
And the appreciation may return,
A fresh outlook on life.
Hug a tree.
One never knows,
Just how rooted this cuddle goes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ups 'n Downs
Like white ink on black paper
sometimes life seems turned around.
Like ice in summer, desiccated leaves in spring,
like fish swimming in the Gobi Desert,
like a bell that will not ring,
it’s disconcerting, I've found.
Like black ink on white paper
sometimes things seem straight ahead.
Like iced tea in summer, cherry buds in spring,
like fish catapulting in the thrusting whitewater,
like a bell that rings and rings-
then life’s a dancing thoroughbred.
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Excited
I don't know if I'm allowed to write this
But the damage is done, now even if I simply reminisce
This comes to mind, the poem is engraved on my mind, well for now
Engraved and etched in raw emotion
So this I honestly do avow
Talking with you, being with you, no your very presence begins a motion
A turning within my mind, it makes everything exciting
Makes me want to sing
No really
Literally
Even when I talk about random things you make me excited
I just enjoy talking, I just enjoy life, I'm glad you're around
I miss you when you're gone, man even your voice I miss the sound
Even your silence... even excitement or love unrequited
I don't know if this is love, it's excitement... for sure
Man just seeing you makes it harder to endure
The next time we have to part
I wonder if you know, I wonder if you can tell
Or if you think all is well
Even if I dunno if I love you, I dunno if we can be friends, my heart
It doesn't like that
Yeah my heart is wicked but my heart likes you
You just make me excited, other life can be flat
I'm excited but filled with pain and stress too
Because of 'All The Wrongs' about loving
It makes me even forget the excitement at times too
You deserve such sweeter words
But for now, you make me excited.
poem by David Knox
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There is no excitement anywhere in the world, short of war, to match the excitement of the American presidential campaign.
quote by Theodore White
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The Winter's Spring
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please--no bees to hum--
The coming spring's already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring--the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.
poem by John Clare
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