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A little Angel comes back

Anika went for a trip to the sea
And brought lovely gifts for me
Sea shells in all sizes and shapes.
With her eyebrows raised

I could tell she wanted me to feel amazed
I went along, and said wow, as I gaped.
She picked up one and put it to my ear
And said Sh, Sh, please just hear.

Put her little finger on my lips
And stood with her hand on her hips
Waited, patiently till I said it’s the ocean
She clapped with glee and joyful expression.

You know I picked these with you in my mind
I hugged her and said thank you my child.
Grand children bring joy so pure
All grand parents will vouch for it sure.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Great 'Grandma

The fussy Grandma
was on her last moments.
Sensing that she was knocking
at the doors of 'Death',
her grand children were
brought one by one before her.

Memories stinging
of momentous years
began to come into her mind.
How with tricks she drove out
her aged mother-in-law
just a week after her
coming into that house
as the first daughter-in-law!
The eldest grandchild
trickled down sugary water
into her mouth.

Her henpecked husband
reared his head in her mind.
Her eyes got wet
when her mind recalled
how her husband hanged himself
believing her feigning torrid looks
at some neighbours, as true.
The next grand child
dripped water into her mouth.

When she remembered
how her first daughter-in-law
sought herself divorce
being afraid of her torture,
her lips moved a bit
and the third grand child
rained sweetened water.

When she thought of her
second techie-daughter-in-law
who escaped her ill-treatment
by settling down abroad
and refused to take her there,
she tried to gnash her teeth.
Her upper jaw lowered a little.
The foreign-settled in-law
came by flight and entered
at her mother-in-law's last minute.
She poured pure honey down
into the gaped mouth of her in-law.
The great grandma lost her breath
and was lost for ever.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Its You

I look inside my crystal ball of desire
And know why rapid beats my heart
I see the spark, I feel the flame of the fire
Letting me know love wants to start
No more playing around
No more waiting around for the special one to come
No more wearing a frown
No more tears coming down cause I know what I want
And I want what I know
Is you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I woul have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you (harmonica solo)
I look behind and what I sight is the mire
So very lonely was my heart
I look ahead I hear the sound of the choir
Singing that love will never part
No more hearing the sound of the rain coming down
No more I cant see the sun
No more hurting for fun cause the moment has come
When I know what I want
And I want what I know
Is you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you
cause baby
Its you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you
cause baby
Its you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you
cause baby its you

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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My grand dad

I remember you grand dad
Back since I was only three
I remember you granddad
How much you adored me
I remember you grand dad
How you made me smile
I remember you grand dad
You made my toddler years worthwhile
I remember you grand dad
Your lovely smell of tobacco
I remember you grand dad
The love for others you would show
I remember you grand dad
When I came to see you, you would give me a jellybean
I remember you grand dad
You always made me feel like a queen
I remember you grand dad
And I miss you everyday

poem by Zoe Toey
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I Didnt Know What Time It Was

Once I was young --
Yesterday, perhaps --
Danced with jim and paul
And kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve.
And now I know I was naive.
I didnt know what time it was
Then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didnt know what day it was
You held my hand.
Warm like the month of may it was,
And Ill say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand to see your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what year it was
Life was no prize.
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand to see your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what year it was
Life was no prize.
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Grand Illusion

I saw you in a dream, it hit me like a bright light
Flashing on a screen, visions of my whole life.
I used to chase the moment of desire
Back to when my young heart burned like a fire.
It was just a, nothing but a grand illusion.
Heart was quicker than the eye.
Nothing but a grand illusion,
Legend in my own mind.
I held you in my arms till the other side of midnight.
Kept you in my mind, you got me through some long nights.
Standing on the threshold of desire,
Caught between the madness and the fire.
Chorus
It was all a grand illusion.
Hand was quicker than the eye.
Nothing but a grand illusion,
Legends in our own minds.
I used to chase the moments of desire
Back to when my young heart burned like a fire.
It was just a, nothing but a, it was all a grand illusion.
Nothing but a grand illusion.
It was all a grand illusion,
Legend in my own mind.
It was just a grand illusion.
Nothing but a grand illusion.
It was just a grand illusion,
Legend in our own mind.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Ol Ben Lucas

(kinky friedman)
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
Well, ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
When its cotton picking time in texas,
Boys, its booger picking time for ben.
Hed raise that finger mean and hostile
Stick it in that waitin nostril,
Here he comes with a green one once again.
All right, pick it, eric!
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
Everybody!
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose,
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.

song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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5. My Bitten Finger

Much bolder than a lion
As crafty as a fox
That little furry hamster
I took home in a box

In the pet shop looking cuddly
Picked quickly didn’t linger
I should have seen the warning signs
When it bit my middle finger

I picked it for its cuteness
Dark brown with bright red eyes
I pointed out the one I’d picked
Imagine my surprise

It reared up where I pointed
Its whiskers started twitching
Then bit into my finger
For sure it needed stitching

The owner thought it funny
I tried to shake it free
This furry little ball of fluff
Had certainly picked me

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Didn't Know What Time It Was

Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart
Once I was young --
yesterday, perhaps --
danced with Jim and Paul
and kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
but never was naive.
I thought I had a trick or two
up my imaginary sleeve.
And now I know I was naive.
REFRAIN
I didn't know what time it was
then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didn't know what time it was
you hold my hand.
Warm like the month of May it was,
and I'll say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
to be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand tosee your face, feel your touch,
hear your voice say I'm all your own.
I didn't know what time it was
live was no prize.
I whanted love and here it was
shining out of your eyes.
I'm wise,
and I know what time it is now.
VERSE 2
Once I was old --
Twenty years or so --
rather well preserved:
the wrinkles did't show.
Once I was old,
but not too old for fun.
I used to hunt for little girls
up my immaginary gun.
But now I ain for only one!
REFRAIN
I didn't know what time it was
then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didn't know what time it was
you hold my hand.
Warm like the month of May it was,
and I'll say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
to be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand tosee your face, feel your touch,
hear your voice say I'm all your own.
I didn't know what time it was
live was no prize.
I whanted love and here it was
shining out of your eyes.
I'm wise,
and I know what time it is now.

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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I Didnt Know What Time It Was

Richard rodgers / lorenz hart
Once I was young --
Yesterday, perhaps --
Danced with jim and paul
And kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve.
And now I know I was naive.
Refrain
I didnt know what time it was
Then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didnt know what time it was
You hold my hand.
Warm like the month of may it was,
And Ill say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand tosee your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what time it was
Live was no prize.
I whanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.
Verse 2
Once I was old --
Twenty years or so --
Rather well preserved:
The wrinkles didt show.
Once I was old,
But not too old for fun.
I used to hunt for little girls
Up my immaginary gun.
But now I ain for only one!
Refrain
I didnt know what time it was
Then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didnt know what time it was
You hold my hand.
Warm like the month of may it was,
And Ill say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand tosee your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what time it was
Live was no prize.
I whanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Descry

I stood in a grand wood alone
whispering to God upon his throne:
' Is it truly true
nothing is more powerful
than magnificent You? '
Then, I stood by the great ocean
and whispered to God:
'Can You hear me above the roar?
How will You find me,
my footprints have washed away all along the shore? '
Finally, I stood upon the highest mountain top
and whispered to God:
'Can you see me now,
the mere speck that I am,
even just a glimpse, somehow? '
No reply came.
Not in words
I could hear.
No powerful voice
loud and clear.
I waited
'til the end
of day.
Then quietly, alone,
I simply walked away.

On my way home
travelling into the dusk,
a desert I did pass through
with a quiet and lonely
darkened view.
Nothing moved,
not a sound.
Except, for the slightest breeze
whisper wonders my way,
through the tops of a few scraggly trees.
I stoped
I looked
I stood.
Amazed at this wind
passing by through the twisted and bent woods.
It was at that moment
in the darkness,
at the edge of desolation, among the lowly trees,
that I became fully aware,
God is everywhere, even right here next to me.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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A girl with curls...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I don’t like my curly hair.
Everyday I say a prayer.

God, please make my hair straight.
I want to make two long plaits.

Do you think He hears my plea?
Oh, she asked innocently of me.

Dear, you look truly like an angel.
But they are always entangled.

Please, please pray for me.
I want hair like you, you see.

Do you think He really loves me?
Darling, He loves everyone you see.

Then why did he make my hair curly.
He loves you very, very dearly.

On hearing this she did a jig.
He must have a heart really big.

I just can’t love everyone.
That boy who teases me, for one.

Then she clapped and ran about.
Kicking the ball, scream and shout.

Forgot all about her curls.
How dainty is my little girl!

Of Anika, for Anika, my grand daughter

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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You Picked the Right Day for Torture

You picked the right day for torture.
It was too quiet and serene,
To be left untampered.
You wanted your presence felt...
And it was.

You picked the right day for torture
With or without a diet regimen
Or implementation of facts.
What you do behind one's back...
Is left to your interpretation.
Your rules and dispositions are taught!
Although not followed,
And neither held in high esteem.

You picked the right day for torture...
Perhaps now you can see in bright daylight,
The victims you continue to abuse
Are of your own kind.
And of them none can say you frighten.
Yet all have been too quick to say you are crazed!
And today you are here believing you will be praised,
And honored?
You picked the right day for torture!
And how much of it you take...
Will not leave a witness to feel remorse,
Or show heartbreak!

They have come to watch you exploit,
Your own pain!
You have picked the right day for torture!
Everyone came to give you the limelight,
And the fame you claim!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Grand

It's grand to be a squatter
And sit upon a post,
And watch your little ewes and lambs
A-giving up the ghost.

It's grand to be a "cockie"
With wife and kids to keep,
And find an all-wise Providence
Has mustered all your sheep.

It's grand to be a Western man,
With shovel in your hand,
To dig your little homestead out
From underneath the sand.

It's grand to be a shearer
Along the Darling-side,
And pluck the wool from stinking sheep
That some days since have died.

It's grand to be a rabbit
And breed till all is blue,
And then to die in heaps because
There's nothing left to chew.

It's grand to be a Minister
And travel like a swell,
And tell the Central District folk
To go to -- Inverell.

It's grand to be a socialist
And lead the bold array
That marches to prosperity
At seven bob a day.
It's grand to be unemployed
And lie in the Domain,
And wake up every second day --
And go to sleep again.

It's grand to borrow English tin
To pay for wharves and docks
And then to find it isn't in
The little money-box.

It's grand to be a democrat
And toady to the mob,
For fear that if you told the truth
They'd hunt you from your job.

It's grand to be a lot of things
In this fair Southern land,
But if the Lord would send us rain,
That would, indeed, be grand!

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Alankar(Decor) -50

Some Naani Poems

Natural

1 He was waiting
For his moon joyful
Didn't turn up that moon
He waited till new moon's day

2 Glossy red lips
Fluttering sans wings
Not to flee away on legs
But to bite, sever apart

3 Clouds thronged
Beat till her heart poured
Her gheraoed star
Could not see her sinking

4 Far away school
Welcomes for'u.k.g'
Little babe is thinning
Grand-ma is grumbling

5 Customary prayers
Split mind in splits
Legs and hands, eyes and mouth
In their own perfect recitation

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Over The Falls

They broke out in laughter again,
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in,
And he stood by and waited to be called.
The talk was of times that had gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie.
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
He got up and tried it again.
For lack of persistence is surely a sin.
As he stood by and waited to be called,
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for its symmetry,
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelors degree.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.

song performed by by Primus
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In The Sky

Doctors are in the sky,
The sky is in the long lane we catch;
A thrust in the street of heaven
Calls the medically trained individual.
In the sky is a blind man called the constellation
Young and happy, feeling and brave,
On the promises of the future.
Brave and lovely is the gargantuan skull
Of the river, a ray of hope,
The lover of water, the living of lanterns,
Thus, it picked up more tears and felt grand
As the ocean it came from.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Birthday

Hello lovely, Happy Birthday to you
How greatly we feel to look at through
Your eyes, your smiles and your cry
With your lovely look you feel very shy

We had waited for this day to come
After many years we saw you and welcome
Be our old age stick and lead to the door
When you find us helpless and poor

Now we are all delighted
As you have made home illuminated
What all we have is your first entry
We are all delighted and very happy

You may have god’s blessing
Till this time we were it missing
How come your grand arrival?
We feel to celebrate it as great carnival

You brought us full truck load of joy
Tomorrow we may not be here to enjoy
Take us to the last end of our journey
Make us all worthy for it enjoy

Years may pass by and you will grow
We all may perish from land and go
As river does not stop its flow
You spread the fragrance as wind gently blow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Children's Special...

Every child is born with a gift,
and there is a day to celebrate it.
A child is your treasure given by God,
Be blessed so, and pray to the Lord,
for that child gives you happiness,
Gone are your day's of loneliness.

Childhood does not last,
Every child remembers the past,
It depends on how you groom,
Give the child more than a room.

A child carries an ocean of innocence,
not knowing it's consequence,
does a deed that is not desired,
Many parents have always admired.

Thinking of a day for children,
is a wonderful thought,
Cherish every moment of what they have brought,
to you with their playful minds,
which do leave a trail of joy in your mind.

Remember your own childhood days,
make it more than special today,
make the children feel how good you felt that day,
when you celebrated the children's day,
in your childhood days.

poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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No Uncertain Death

I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay

I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild

She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current

All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act

Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face

She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death

Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away

She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something

Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome

She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring

I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful

Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more

I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pro-life…

I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.

And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.

I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.

I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.

But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!

What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife

If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!

The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small

Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.

I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.

Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.

Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008

poem by John Celes
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