A Child's Instinct...
Whenever I think of my grand daughter,
And the memories I have built with her.
I draw on them for sustenance,
When my lips are curled in grimace.
The innocent expression on her face
Helps to dispel the weariness of my days.
When I talk to her on the phone,
She queries when I am coming home.
I ask her why you don’t come to spend a day.
She promptly says well I am on my way…
Once in a while when she comes to the house,
She sits on my bed and gives a tug to my blouse.
And asks me to show all my pressed flowers.
I don’t know how the moments slip into hours…
As I take out each flower from my scrape book,
Sense of wonder on her face is worth a look.
Please, please Nani, can I take a few?
I stick some on a paper with little glue.
Her face lights up and she gives me a hug,
Enough to give my heart a tug…
Innocently she says, why do you dry flowers?
When I can’t go to the park due to a shower,
Or if I am sick and filled with gloom
And can’t go out to see them bloom.
After a pause, she brightly says, today you are fine
Let’s go out and enjoy the flowers and sunshine…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Flowers - Giving It All Away B-side
Renegades and shifting shades
And the lights in your face
And you friends talk lying
But some of them got flowers in their room
When its on and youre falling on every floor
That youre hoping to score
And youre every night ? ? ?
But some of them got flowers in their room
But some of them got flowers in their room
But some of them got flowers in their room
Hear the word that the man on the stairs
Knows your every affair and is holding your hand
And he says some of them got flowers in their room
And he screams in a face
But the smile on the face is cool and its cold
And it reads vacated
And some of them got flowers in their room
And some of them got flowers in their room
And some of them got flowers in their room
And I take someone home and I cant be alone
And theres faces to please and I walk on the knees
Oh you see, I got no flowers in my room
And I laugh with my mouth and I laugh with you
But the joke was a joke that I never really knew
Some of them got flowers in their room
Some of them got flowers in their room
Some of them got flowers in their room
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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My passion n views
When you meet old friends, tears may rush in
Heart becomes heavy with lovely scene
You find no words to express and speak
It used to have been for days and weeks
For sweet memory and talks, not only days
but nights with long hours will be less
years may pass by and there will not be any trace
but at the end you may the worries on the face
Nothing will appeal not even sea side or public places
Neither big gardens with flowers nor big palace,
Not even the country side with green fields any more
No hill top with white snow or no sea beaches or shore,
You go into deep memory and feel so sad,
when news reaching to you are really bad
Your beloved is on death bed and very sick,
Not able to talk and walk even with stick,
As the rose is considered king among flowers
Natural bathe under fountain fall is best in shower;
Best friends are counted on fingers and may be fewer,
like good shows may draw less viewers
'Thoughts' were between us most so in common
Before I could pen them she wrote it down
Expression in thoughts and most in action
still remained calm and offered no reaction
will she be true to her promises and same again?
I am sure time may not be same for certain,
before it can dry and run out,
something should be done and read about
will I be put to shame and face it again?
She uses words of respect often and often,
I smell rat in game and find loss and no gain
force me to think and to find out way to regain,
Should she talk to me and show the face often?
Eyes may not to be same to sparkle again
Face may not reveal composure any more,
had I insisted upon and ask more this before?
She argues' on face that stands veiled'
eyes are always closed and happiness can’t be hailed
Face can’t bear smile and lips are sealed
Deep wounds are there but can’t be healed
Can my age be given to her and added?
Will his beloved be back in her fold again?
Fortunes should smile and offering no pain,
what do I expect? Efforts should not go in vain,
I have to cross seven high seas and reach
How to come closer to shore or beach?
Should I rush to her with clipped wing?
Against the odd and high speed wind,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let It Shine On
Let it shine on
All that is glowing
Never be gone
In a world of going
Let it have gold
Shining on so fine
In our eyes to hold
Glisten like sunshine
A bouquet of flowers
In a dream to find
Moments and hours
Those left behind
Everything is falling
Like a glow to dark
Memories on calling
In their old spark
Let it shine through
Weaving its fine
Always again to renew
In days of sunshine
Winter is now coming
Frosty white clear
Past days all summing
In dark that´s near
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Flower Show
Flower show
Flowers
Smile
Clour to
Clours...
Hunted for
Heart..
For flower smooth..
Flowers are
Beauty....
Some flowers
Are ugly...
I dont want
This matter...
Flowers are
Only Sumilee'S
That is flowers....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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At the gathering of the flowers
At the gathering of the flowers
Someone waits with the rising sun
There in the wee small hours
That is where love has begun
And there with the angels above
At the gathering of the flowers
To her I do profess my love
With her I will spend all my remaining hours
Where love empowers
Is where I will meet my love
At the gathering of the flowers
With desires undreamt of
Winter winds howl about my face
But the cold shall forever cower
From your warm embrace
At the gathering of the flowers
© JPM 7/18/08
Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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~*Enjoy Your Holiday*~
Wherever you are
On last summer days
If filled with rain or sun
Enjoy your holiday!
Relax: fun, laughter have
The sky and the trees
I'll set up to give you
a best company.
Be generous with smiles
With fine glue stick to your face:
true warm and kind
different than the tiles
On my door step.
And everything around
May give you the greatest care
And merry to be found
For the entire world
with you love shall share:
Enjoy your holiday!
poem by Elena Sandu
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Flower Of Christmas Day
Was January and the year must start.
The Christmas passed had warmed the heart,
But the flowers had gone before the ice and snow
Had set the scene with it's winter glow.
It seems so sad that it happens this way
That there would be no flowers on Christmas Day.
But as one looks back on the day of Christ,
As the children play and the children smile,
There's no flower can take their place
With all that happiness in their face.
As they run and play all day until night,
They show no fear of the snow and ice.
So let's count our blessings since we have seen
The purest flower of all our dreams.
A healthy child that runs and plays
Helps brighten our lives in many ways.
That the prettiest flower that blooms in May
Can't compete with this flower of Christmas Day.
poem by John L. Sanders
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Blind!
A red-roofed house is shining to the skies;
A house red-roofed and brilliant in the wind:
A house of colour filled with wandering eyes;
And all the eyes are blind.
A gentle sound of moving fills each room:
A sound of hands, - dumb hands that touch and pry:
A sound of fingers feeling in a tomb
Before they close and die.
A hundred windows face long rows of flowers-
Long rows of flowers, and flowers that sway and dance
Where lidded eyes can gaze for hours and hours;
Blue eyes that shut in France.
poem by Leon Gellert
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The Flowers
6 P M
At park
Lights on...
Green plants
Are sleeping...
No flowers
Plants on the park....
But...
Flowers smiling...
How...?
The lovers walking
On sitting on park....
Lovers also flowers...
A human body flowers...
Try to understand
Try with undreatand...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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On Autumns Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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On Autumn´s Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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A Missing Spring
I know that the spring will be here soon
and the flowers will start to bloom.
What I do not know is when it comes
will it take me out of this gloom?
I live with the days that still are cold
and rub my hands together.
I'm tired of waiting for warm spring days
and worrying about the weather.
But what if spring does come this year
and I don't see your face?
Then springtime might as well stay away
for it can never replace
the absence of you and how I feel
and all the flowers will only steal
the warmth of my springtime day.
So the winter might as well stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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If Pains Be Flowers
if pains are flowers
of different sized and colors
and scents
and varieties
then if you only see me
the truth around me
i am filled with flowers
all over my hair
all over my body
around my days and hours
so many flowers spread in bed
in the bathtub
on the floor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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flowers For Sale
'Flowers for Sale'
the sign did say
amidst this glorious sun-filled day.
And as she sold them one by one
a little dimmer became the sun.
The daffodils, the hyacinths
and pansies in colors aglow
had been her prize posessions
as she watched them grow.
But why should she see beauty alone?
Is it not better to share what's grown?
And as she saw each patron's face
she pictured her flowers in a vase
in a home, on a porch or portico
as her flowers for sale all did go.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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It is me
It is me
I have found the key
The treasure is within my reach
I shall lay hand on you to teach
Come along, walk with me and stay
As I won't allow you to go away
Think seriously of becoming mine
You will always feel fine
Relation hangs on balance
Give respect and take it at once
Love to live with ideals and integrity
That shall prove your worth and ability
You are just like rose flower
Only of its kind with magic power
I know about your being in special position
As other flowers are fine but not with beautiful composition
You may be fine woman with super class
Drawing attention of everybody in mass
I have chosen as my favorite
Only tie may prove that I was right
Acknowledge our relation and say yes
Show the shine with beautiful smile on face
I shall take you along for ever
Only you can act for me as face saver
Friends may cut joke
Often with satire and powerful stroke
I shall have to cut sorry figure
If you are not making it sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Face
And the face I wear
won't stay the same
it changes
from day to day
so untamed
Either a smile
or frown
maybe a smug smirk
or an indifferent
expression
Someone will notice
someone always notices
the angle
of today's face
They look at my lips
and wonder
'Why didn't he smile
like yesterday? '
They appreciate my face
as a form of entertainment
But I swear,
one of these days
I'm going to forget my face
at home
and on the day that I do
will be the day
I'll appreciate it most
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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These Are The Days
(holly lamar/stephanie bentley)
I wake up to the sunshine out my
Window and the passin sound of a homeless man
Singin an ol cole porter song
The faucet leaks, the tvs on the blink again
But my restless dreams are still intact
Even though its takin way too long
Got a hundred dollars in a coke tin on my shelf
And Im thinkin to myself, whoa
These are the days you will remember for the rest of your life
These are the memories youll pack in a box and pull em out sometimes
So pick your flowers, count the seconds, roll the dice
But baby, dont wait till its too late
Put a smile on your face
These are the days
Outside the people rush to get ahead for checks, promotions and fancy cars
Happiness is just around the bend
Old mrs. jones sits out and suns her face, and as I walk by I hear her say
This is as good as it gets
There goes the business suit who owns this whole damn block
His roller coaster never stops
I wanna say to him
These are the days you will remember for the rest of your life
These are the memories youll pack in a box and pull em out sometimes
So pick your flowers, count the seconds, roll the dice
But baby, dont wait till its too late
Put a smile on your face
These are the days
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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The Beautiful Camellias
The camellias bloom in Winter when the skies are cold and gray
When the sun shines at it's weakest and the Spring seems far away
Each tree an individual by the shade of flowers they bear
An avenue of camellias of one shade of flowers more often than not rare.
In shades of pink and creams and reds the colours one might name
Each is an individual for no two look the same
The beautiful camellias resplendent in their flowers
They bloom in lawn and garden on Winter's coldest hours.
In late fall in Victoria in the Southern Hemisphere
The flower buds on camellia tell Winter days are near
And before the wattles come to bloom towards the end of July
The flowers on the camellia tree lose their petals and die.
The beautiful camellias bloom in the cold winter showers
And long before the southern spring they will have lost their flowers
And on June's coldest and wettest day great beauty I can see
A mass of pink flowers blooming on the green camellia tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lady Of The Flowers
scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
Hows that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze.
scuse me, I apologize
Shes got vacum cleaner eyes
Suck you in
Shes got magazines, filled with pear pies
scuse me, I apologize
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.
scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
Hows that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
Her electronic haze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.
She lays me down
She lays me.
song performed by by Placebo
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