Ambience: Sky
As it may occupy the space
Merging everything into itself
Blending itself into everything
Incurring vastness around
Essence of its nature is to embrace
Naturally beautifying with its presence
Clearly showing grace
Emerges then beauty; azure
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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The Gathering
There was a gathering of time
in odd spaces.
There was a gathering of spaces
seeking my time, your time, our time.
There was a gathering of the Saving Graces
which bid us to lie down with peace
to bloom in time and space.
This was a gathering of hopes and dreams
in a space, in a time
with an individualized saving grace.
In gathering it seems-
if we come with only our individual sense
of time, space and grace-
we will have not gathered at all
and will have only succumbed to Sweet Ironic Irony.
'Place then' he said
'your eyes upon the Sun
and know that life is such that
sometimes you must be the moon.
'Place then' he said' your hand
knowing your space
sometimes
in life
must be our space or no space at all.'
'How' we all said
'is this trick to be done? '
He said 'no trick. It is the essence of all things
not only to change
but to be in essence
more than one thing;
even to be more than two
at the same time.'
'That is why' he said
uplifting his arm
'we can think two different,
even contradictory things
at the same time.
This is not artifact
but essence.
This is nature-
not mistake.
Who I am;
Who are we
is the same query
and the answer is for both:
both are we
and each is I
for all is multiples;
and Revelation;
there is no
Universal Rule
of Consistency;
we live in multiple multiplicities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Woman's Beauty
The beauty of a woman
Is not determined by a man
Her beauty can be found in her grace
Not just the beauty of her face
It can be found in her style
It can also be found in her smile
Her beauty is in her thoughts
Not just what she has been taught
It can also be found in her soul
It cannot go untold
Her beauty is within her
She does not need to lure
Anyone, because her presence
It is her whole essence
A woman’s beauty is in her heart
Her beauty is her art
What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,
in which you see all Forms intensified.
(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,
would disappear into that vastness.)
Space reaches from us and translates Things:
to become the very essence of a tree,
throw inner space around it, from that space
that lives in you. Encircle it with restraint.
It has no limits. For the first time, shaped
in your renouncing, it becomes fully tree.
Submitted and Translated by Gabriel Caffrey
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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I Feel Grateful
I feel grateful for all of the beauty I've seen
Since I've last seen wildflowers bloom by the bohreen
And though little of Nature's ways I seem to know
Her beauty surrounds me where-ever I go.
The wonders of Nature is a marvellous thing
There's more to the bird than the song that he sing
And there's more to the animal than meets the eye
And learning of Nature is a thing I enjoy.
The songbird who whistles and sings on a tree
Does not waste his energy on singing for me
In his song his territory he does define
He sings out to others of his borderline.
Of Nature's great beauty we all seem aware
Though her secrets with humans she never will share
In the vastness of Nature we are like grains of sand
And her ways we are not born to understand.
I feel grateful for all of the beauty I've seen
The colours of Nature the brown and the green
And though little about her I do seem to know
Her beauty surrounds me where-ever I go.
poem by Francis Duggan
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An Open Secret!
Can you unfold rose bud as naturally as it is?
Sun flower blooms by the sight of Sun all days;
Lily flower blooms by the sight of Moon all days.
Is it possible to do so by me or your presence?
Nature does wonder we cannot even imagine!
Seeing Nature many things are created often;
But all delicate things can man do as Nature?
Natural expression has a value of its own sure;
Learning and doing things are different matter;
Same thing happens in the creativity of poetry.
All things happening in Nature are great wonders;
But who does care to note things of beauty in Nature?
Divine spirit present in all things of Nature is clear; but
Ignorance of man fails him to realize this open secret!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Searching For Truth
Many men venture up into space, searching for that time and place,
Just where this earth had its start, while guided by wayward hearts.
They circle way above this world, looking for grand news to herald,
News that they can be assured, the earth started without The Lord.
The Lord above, they simply mock, as to the craft above they dock,
Suspended high above the earth, filled with a vain and empty mirth.
All the time they simply speculate, of man’s beginning and his fate.
But God is not mocked my friend, as they will all see come the end.
Men continue to blindly say, all came from the big bang in one day.
A foolish theory men do embrace, so they can worship outer space.
At times I wonder, how can it be, in that vastness they can not see,
That everything their eyes can see, was created by God of Eternity.
Although they suppress The Truth, they all shall be without excuse,
Because the vastness of creation, confirms all of God’s Revelation.
Above the circle of our little earth, sits The Creator of our universe.
As Creator, only He holds the key, to every man’s eternal destiny.
Their search for truth is misplaced, ignoring God’s awesome Grace,
Men need to look to The Creator, accepting Jesus Christ as Savior.
Then He who sits above the earth, will grant these men a new birth,
And they will receive eyes to see, that space is a curtain to Eternity.
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I Wish I Could Sing Of The Beauty I See
I wish I could sing of the beauty I see
The beauty of Nature that's all around me
In the warmth of November of the Southern Spring
The blackbird and magpie and shrike thrush do sing.
Of singing Nature's praises the poets never tire
And her beauty the Nature artist does inspire
To paint and frame a beautiful picture to hang on a gallery wall
When it comes to beauty Nature the most beautiful of all.
The buzzing of flying insects the flies and the bees
The soughing of the wind in the bushes and trees
The babble of the river and birdsong I hear
The voices of Nature are everywhere near.
The roar of the ocean when the tide is in
As the huge waves crash on the beach they do make a loud din
The howling of the storm, thunder cracks in the sky
When Nature feels angry to scream she's not shy.
Yet the beauty of Nature is lovely to behold
What is more beautiful than the parrots in their blue, red, green and gold
And the flowers of the parkland that bloom naturally
I wish I could write of the beauty I see.
poem by Francis Duggan
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In The Vastness Of Nature
One never is short of things on which to write
Like butterflies flitting in the bright sunlight
Or the pleasant aroma of the blossoming trees
That wafts in the air of the freshening breeze.
In the vastness of Nature i do seem quite small
Like a wee grain of sand to a massive football
And the wonders of Nature are a magical thing
And the praises of Nature i feel happy to sing.
Us humans are part of Nature that's how it seems to me
And though many with what i have said may well not agree
On our very existence Nature has the say
And our remains in her bosom are destined to lay.
The one true immortal she lives on in time
So often has Nature inspired me to rhyme
To her vast distant oceans her great rivers flow
Yet so little of her ways i do seem to know.
I do my best to describe the great beauty i see
The wonders of Nature that are all around me
And the beauty of Nature never ceases to inspire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire?
poem by Francis Duggan
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Beauty or Truth
How shall I love you
................in beauty or in truth?
Your beauty is plain to see,
Not something you can hide.
Your truth must you freely give me.
So deeply within you it abides.
I prefer to touch your beauty,
There in your eyes where it glows.
I cannot feel the truth
That in you somewhere grows.
I cannot taste the truth,
Sweet words in your mouth,
From deeper thoughts where it lies,
But your lips are tasty buds of everything alive.
I cannot smell the truth
................of your firmament,
But the perfume of your beauty
.................is the fragrance I long to sense.
I will love you in your beauty
.................embrace your breasts and womanness
And I will love you in your truth
.................nestled in your inner essence
I cannot desire the one and not the other.
I’m compelled to feel the beauty of your charms
And in your arms embrace the treasure of who you are
....................— even if it takes an eternity.
poem by Ben Gieske
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My Wonderment Of Nature
The more I learn of Nature the less about her I know I know
What causes the sea currents and what causes plants to grow
What causes the pink or white blossoms in Spring to grow on the fruit bearing tree?
So magical is Nature or so 'twould seem to me.
The great beauty of Nature we do not pay to see
The landscapes, lakes and waterways the vastness of the sea
In comparison to Nature human achievements small
And she outlives all of her life forms the greatest one of all.
To the one known as Earth Mother respect we do not pay
Yet she lives on forever and we grow old and gray
Those who talk of human immortals believe in their own lie
There is one immortal Nature and she will never die.
My wonderment of Nature grows with every passing day
The beauty in the bird song in the wood across the way
The Goddess of the Ocean and the Goddess of the Land
And that we take her for granted is something I do not understand
poem by Francis Duggan
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Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?
Untapped...
I see beauty in the night
Graceful is the sight
As the moon floats
Amidst oceans of stars
In see beauty in nature
In the sun masculine embrace
So much beauty in the clouds
Even seas confess in rousing waves
I see beauty in the day
In the reflection of your face
So much beauty in may
As it ushers the new rain
There is beauty in your eyes
The curl of your hair...
So much beauty in your heart
And the joy that comes with your smile.
(TJ 19/01/10)
poem by Jubril Balogun
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A Mood Romantic in Nature!
Dreams and imaginations foster romantic mood
Influenced and inspired by beauty of Nature.
Emotion and sentiments occupy romantic life;
Adventure and exploration mark romantic venture;
Rapture and rupture are part of romantic life.
Romance is the essence of love life in the world;
Interest and thrill of romance will never die here;
Otherwise life is monotonous and boring dead weight!
poem by Ramesh T A
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We Know Little
As knowledge goes I have a long way to go
So little of life and of Nature I know
I have not grown wiser but I have grown gray
And the clock on my life it is ticking away
The praises of Nature so many do sing
But the vastness of Nature is a humbling thing
Even the great whales are small in the vastness of the sea
The World we live in seems enormous to me
Of why the birds and of how the plants grow
The more we learn of life and Nature the less we know we know
Of the World around us we've been learning since before we learned how to crawl
But we realize as we learn we know little at all
Of life and of Nature you may be old and gray
But you never stop learning until your last day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Mood Romantic in Nature!
Dreams and imaginations foster romantic mood
Influenced and inspired by beauty of Nature.
Emotion and sentiments occupy romantic life;
Adventure and exploration mark romantic venture;
Rapture and rupture are part of romantic life.
Romance is the essence of love life in the world;
Interest and thrill of romance will never die here;
Otherwise life is monotonous and boring dead weight!
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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The nature of her beauty
The nature of her beauty
~
her pale soft skin
pure like untouched fields of snow
her lips red like the roses petal
feather like in their kiss
those eyes warm like the earth
feed my soul with a richness of passion
the depth of which is limitless
bury my heart into hers
let me lay amongst her nature
let me rejoice her beauty
let her words sing to me
the essence of her soul
place my hands in hers firmly
that I may feel their warmth
holding eternally
there is a beauty undying
embedded into my heart
and its all in her nature
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Natures Beauty
Beauty is not at your face.
Beauty is at nature.
Beauty is not at your home.
Beauty is at nature.
Beauty is not at your book.
It can only seen in nature.
Nature is the only thing
that had a huge beauty.
Beauty is not at anything.
It is only at nature.
poem by Skywin Shajilal
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The Occupy Process...
just thinking, perhaps we should start
the whole occupy process by re-occupying
our own dignity... by rediscovering respect,
for ourselves, and for others!
and yes, let us re-occupy the truth, for we
have lived under the lie, and by the lie, for
far too long.
occupy, our bodies and souls, our dreams and hopes,
our convictions and actions... occupy our lives!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Color Of Rose
Oh if the world were all rosy colored,
not from the blood stains of men,
The picture presented would grace the world
with beauty and warmth again.
But fighting persists and the canvas we see
is one that's splattered and torn
beyond any mending or blending in sight
as the memory of what was, we mourn.
We see a facade before us and think
surely the scene will come back
where we can look at a rosy world,
one not so smoky and black.
But whom are we fooling?
Only ourselves.
The fools who are using the brush
don't have a vision of what beauty is.
The brains in their heads like mush.
The Michelangelos and DaVincis are weeping aloud
for the beauty they gave that should last.
But, alas the destroyers with blood on their hands
are in pursuit of a blast from the past.
If there are angels that can turn into men
and send these fools into space,
The color of rose would once again live
by saving the human race.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Give Evidence
Give evidence you are here
Put signature and go for ever.
When you returned do not ask
for a place as you lost grace.
Your presence replaces grace.
Where is your face?
We are all here hankering for a space.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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