A Revisit With the Trees
What do I think,
About the current economic crisis?
And how it affects the quality of life,
Experienced by those who have lost their treasures?
Such as their life savings.
401k's.
Values and standards they held,
Now quickly diminished?
What time is it?
'It's nearly noon,
Why? '
In the mornings when I take my walks,
And the air is fresh...
With the birds singing,
After the dawn breaks...
And this distant sound of a rooster crowing.
I approach the park and stroll...
Every so slowly.
Absorbing, I do, the quietness of the atmosphere.
With 'this' thought precisely kept in my mind...
~I am alone with nature!
However...
Never is nature hardly alone with me.~
And I marvel to be amongst the presence,
Of all that benefits my life!
What time is it now?
'Just a couple of minutes beyond noon,
Why? '
And to think...
Within less than 18 hours,
I will make a revisit...
With the trees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Easter
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do the clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do,
The clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
'Happy Easter'
~Do you notice anything different about those eggs? ~
'Yeah!
They are colored.
Why? '
~They are for the Easter Egg Hunt.
Put them back.~
'Oh!
I must be dreaming.
I thought I heard a rooster crow.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First Ray of Sun
First ray of sun
Travels to the earth
From high skies
Light of day begins to shine
Sun rises slowly, far in the sky
Goes higher and higher
As time trickles
Mountains are the first
To see the rising beauty
Sky is full with rainbow colors
Dark shades of night
Not to be seen
Every heart sighs in relief
Fills with joy when sees the light
Light and colors inspires every life,
Give a meaning to love and desire
Birds keep chirping
Wind keeps flowing
Mist is lost with the advent of heat
Evaporates to the sky above
Leaves on trees
Make a gentle sound
Their rumbling and mumbling
Make their presence felt all around
Thoughts of life
Keep coming to my mind
Touching the heart endless times
Beauty of nature
Brings words in my mind
I wish every soul to feel and hear
What I think?
Mountains and rivers never complain
Gentle breeze keeps on blowing
Mist is lost with the advent of heat
Evaporates to the sky above
Leaves on trees make a gentle sound
Their rumbling and mumbling
Make their presence felt all around
A full bright day has just begun
Cheering every face on the earth alike
Nature is the gift of god to mankind
I wish every life enjoys it fully
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Like To Get It Before It's Gone
In the midst of the budding of a birthing Spring.
I stood at the edge of a forest green.
And sought a path to walk through,
When Summer made it.
And the bees would hum,
As the birds did sing.
While I did this one on one,
With Mother Nature doing her 'thing'.
In the midst of the budding of a birthing Spring.
I stood at the edge of a forest green.
And wanted these days to happen.
I love to walk through the park at dawn.
Just to see what's going on.
And breathing clean fresh air everywhere.
I like to get it before it's gone.
Before the noon is born.
When the noises in the air aren't there!
And the bees would hum,
As the birds did sing.
While I did this one on one,
With Mother Nature doing her 'thing'.
In the midst of the budding of a birthing Spring.
I love to walk through the park at dawn.
Just to see what's going on.
And breathing clean fresh air everywhere.
I like to get it before it's gone.
Before the noon is born.
When the noises in the air aren't there!
Or anywhere.
Peace and I,
Choose to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The atmosphere of nature
The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new
It’s the atmosphere of nature
When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too
It’s the atmosphere of nature…
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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Atmosphere of nature
The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new
It’s the atmosphere of nature
When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too
It’s the atmosphere of nature…
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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More Eyes Are Opened Wide
They wish to blame their failures,
On someone that isn't there yet.
Someone who isn't officially their leader.
Someone who respects,
The one who led them and created their mess.
And yet this new leader,
Is expected to correct this!
He is one who is highly respected.
But a crisis that affects their lives...
Had been their before his brilliance,
Was long suspected!
And that leader who diminished,
Their quality of life...
They followed and allowed him,
To destroy their values.
As it is observed and reflected.
And the new leader,
Although black...
Is expected to restore their dignity.
And quickly clean up their filthy dirty tracts.
As has been historically accustomed.
But these times more eyes are opened wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love Time Out With Nature
I love time out with Nature and I love peace and quiet
To walk along the gravel path in the evening sunlight
When the wild birds are singing and Spring is in her prime
And even memories of such inspire the soul to rhyme.
I love time out with Nature a brief release from care
For Nature she is generous her gifts with all she share
We drink of her clear spring waters and we breathe in her life sustaining air
And Nature's splendid beauty is around us everywhere.
I love time out with Nature the only God I know
Her stream from the high country down to the river flow
The skylark from the rank grass in the mood for song he fly
One of Nature's feathered minstrels he carols in the sky.
In time out with Mother Nature from life's cares I find ease
The sounds of the leaves rustling in the freshening evening breeze
And we much like the Seasons to life we come and go
But Nature lives forever the only God I know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Real Treasure
When did you last see a rainbow?
I asked my son, I really don’t know.
Have you seen frogs during the rains?
They were a familiar sight on our lawn and lane.
What about the fire flies?
No mom he uttered with a sigh.
I am sure you have seen butterflies?
Oh yes, in Kuala Lumpur, in butterfly park, I don’t lie.
Have you seen a moonlit sky at night?
I have no time after a hard day’s grind.
Have you ever watched the dawn?
No mom, he replied with a yawn.
On a crisp winter noon, have you felt the warmth of the sun?
Where is the time I am always on the run.
Oh mom. I am done
You have no clue, what you miss my son.
Come on son, let’s explore nature,
And together discover real treasures.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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High Noon
A leather life from the prairie to the blue, blue ocean
A one horse town of promised gold and western fortune
Oh, token slug of bourbon
Time after time
High noon - riding a dream
Lie after lie
High noon - not what they seem
But it only happened in film
Hot dust and lust, a dawn to dusk can lead to danger
I bought a lover locket - a barroom dolly -
Bathtub stranger (swear to me calamity again!)
Sasperella
Red neck fella
Lace umbrella
Be my girl!
When I find the west is won
Got to keep on rolling on and on
Time after time
High noon - riding a dream
Lie after lie
High noon - not what they seem
Mile after mile
High noon - building a dream
Lie after lie
High noon - not what they seem
song performed by by Haircut 100
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Lost in nature
Today
I'm sitting here in the Nature
and i'm
lost in its beauty
and in its silence
and in the serenity
and in its simplicity.
.
I'm
lost in the winter chilling breeze
lost in its swiftness
.
lost in the twirling mountains
lost in its unimaginable heights
.
lost in the blue oceans
lost in its fatal depth
.
lost in the moving birds
lost in the freedom they share
.
lost in the drowning fishes
lost in their unique quality of surviving underwater
.
lost in the blessed trees
lost in their old ages
.
lost in the serenity
lost in the search of my lord my saviour.
.
I don't know which way i'm going and where will it lead
but the way which goes through nature will definitely not make me bleed
i'm lost and i want to be lost in nature
cause its leading to
'THE INNER ME'.
poem by Shivani Misra
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Forever is the life of nature
Forever is the life of nature
But the trees die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But the birds die within her
Forever is the lofe of nature
But men die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But earths die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But suns die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But suns die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But galaxies die within her
Forever is the life nature
But universes die within her.
poem by David E. Patton
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Since That Is Nature's Way
By their deciduous mother tree on the grass they do lay
The brown leaves of the Autumn have gone to decay
The magpie is piping in the dawn cool and gray
And life it goes on since that is Nature's way
Like her Seasons her life forms to Nature come and go
Yet so little of her ways we can claim to know
I marvel at the wonders in Nature I see
But Nature remains as a mystery to me
The beauty in Nature is ours to enjoy
I first fell in love with her as a young boy
And though the father of time mercy for us don't show
My wonderment of her only seems to grow
The brown leaves of Autumn lay near their mother tree
And the fate that befell them is also for me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Work Machines
Some ride high pacers
Then buckle, then groom,
I toil the mornings
And weary by noon,
Some lie on beaches
While others sip wine,
I work my magic
From noon until nine.
Some pass each hour in
A long, speechless haze,
Some watch from windows
Some others, for days,
Some look for something
They cannot define,
I work machines
That decipher each line.
Some will learn nothing
Who sit by and wait
For life to approach them
Before it's too late,
I tend to secrets
In shape and in form,
Lending my essence
From dusk until dawn.
Others may wait
For the end of their spell,
I weave my magic
With engines from hell,
Engines of noise that
By dight and by dint
I coax from disaster
As slowly - they print!
25 March 1985
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Jelena
Of the imaginations of one's journey on earth,
And the values of the timeless treasures of life;
Jelena, the pure gold of Ophir is about to dawn on you.
Marriage is all that it takes for two to be united,
And love is the main key towards it;
But today is the muse of your love to your lover.
The bed of roses is at your doorsteps and,
With the delight of your hearts to unite as one;
Like yesterday's stories goneby.
Of the quality of the rule of a marriage,
Of the quality of the rule of one's life;
Of the quality of the rule of love,
Of the quality of the rule of a romance;
With the expectations to hold on so high when,
True love comes down on you.
Today is the muse of your love to your lover,
And true love is all that it takes for a marriage;
But to your friends and relatives in time like this,
The hopes and dreams ahead of you matters a lot.
To a special person in time like this,
With the blues of your life to share with your lover;
Like timeless treasures of life with an unexpected package.
The rule of marriage is what unites you two,
Like a colourful occasion with a keen curiosity;
But the treasures of life is full of memories to share with your love one.
Of the past events to the present of things around you,
For you two are now one body;
So try to enoy the latest endorsements which are now around you.
To all that muses and to your lover,
With the marriage bells of love to share;
Jelena, just be yourself to your new life in the name of marriage.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The One Who Loved Nature
She fed the wild birds in the park every day
The one who loved Nature with Nature now lay
She knew every wild creature by it's call or it's song
To the Lovers Of Nature Group she did belong.
She was never a mother or to any man never a wife
And to Nature 'twould seem she devoted her life
For all of Nature's creatures she had empathy
And she was anti natural habitat destruction and anti cruelty.
She fought for the right to life of every bush and tree
Nature never did have many friends good as she
In her early eighties in her sleep she died
Her value as a person cannot be denied.
From anti development protests her's is a missed face
And as a friend of Nature none to take her place
'Twould seem from life she had a painless release
And the one who loved Nature may she rest in peace.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Stalking Life
I love to walk.
Stalking life,
And all that I encounter...
Preying upon its offerings I savor.
Listening to the birds chirp from trees.
Taking full advantage of Mother Nature,
As I please.
Groping each glorious stroke of 'her'.
With an energy that caresses me.
'Sssssssooooohhh! '
I love to walk...
Stalking life.
And participating with others,
Fulfilling their appetites.
Feeling the lick of drifting breezes,
As I meander with delight...
Through the paths and open spaces.
Stopping to absorb...
The sounds and sights of Elizabeth Park.
A Hartford treasure experienced during the day...
And by some,
Long after dark!
And getting my 'visions off'!
Greeting to be teased in a mutual exchange.
My need for this is satisfied.
Caring less that my gratification,
May be quite obvious!
And at dawn?
That's when Mother Nature and I 'get-it-on'.
How arresting 'she' can be as the dew lifts,
From 'her' moistened and delicious...
Grass!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Walk In The Park
A walk in the park on a sunny day
follow the trails, beautiful miles
seeing nature, seeing strangers
birds, butterflies flowing endlessly
squirrals playing, chasing one another
benches with ladies feeding birds
kids off playing in the grass
strollers, bikes whizzing by
people running by, skaters rolling by
walks like this clears the mind
peaceful, enjoyable
couples walking hand in hand
young and old, lovely site
we enjoy the simple life
walks in the park.
a joy for all
take a walk
poem by Michael Peterson
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The Meeting At Noon
They met at a coffee house
every day at noon.
They chose the same table
in the back of the room.
The aroma of the coffee
filled the air.
And while they smelled it
they continued to stare.
How was it, they wondered
that life could be
filled with remorse
that never let them be?
She, with a husband
whose mind was gone,
he, with a wife
whose body was gone,
They met each day
just to hold hands
and talk about
life's harsh demands.
They could not leave.
They were not that kind
but this meeting at noon
became the focus of their mind.
He watched her cry
and touched her face.
He knew her tears
he could not erase.
She watched him die
a little each day.
They prayed for the smell
of the coffee to stay.
and bring them peace
from these minutes at noon.
She stirred his coffee
and licked the spoon.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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If You Cannot Love Nature You Cannot Love Life
In a Human World where greed and narcissism is rife
If you cannot love Nature you cannot love life
With what I say here you may well disagree
But that's your opinion and that's fine with me.
We need her to live on her we do depend
Our marvellous Mother Nature humanity's friend
And if you cannot love her it does seem sad to say
On the road to enlightenment you've lost your way.
You do not love Nature you do make that clear
But to hear you say so much is so sad to hear
Out of an act of Nature the reason you are here today
Yet sad to think respect to her you cannot pay.
You see it as okay that more trees are cut down
To make way for new factories in the big town
And if you cannot love Nature though from her you gain
Then you cannot love life I do say it again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Man Who Knows Much About Nature
He has not been to college or uni and for so called success in life he does not have much to show
But about flora and fauna and Nature there is so much he seems to know
He knows all of the trees in the Parkland by the bark or the leaves that they wear
A man who knows much about Nature and for the health of Nature he care.
A man who knows much about nature by their songs the birds he recognize
He like the quiet place in the country far removed from human made noise
In the shadow of a tree by the river the sun shining bright in the sky
Listening to birds singing around him such moments of peace he enjoy.
He like places without man's buildings away from the noise of the street
A quiet place in Nature's own kingdom where the creek and the river meet
Where lark he is soaring and singing as upward and upwards he fly
He has been a student of Nature ever since he was a young school going boy.
A man who knows much about Nature and to Nature he remains true
And Nature needs all of her good friends for Nature's good friends are too few
The weekend finds him in a quiet place on a sunny day sitting by a tree
Near where the creek flows into the river the river that flows to the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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