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Passion Flower recalls
The agony of His death
Nature thus reflects

haiku by Mary Havran
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Nature

Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us
Nature

Nature we love
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us

i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us
NATURE

poem by Kerri King
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Where the passion flower grows

Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low
let me take you to the garden
where the passion flower grows

Close your eyes and enter dreams
as love's emotion sets the scene
and flitters through the garden
where the passion flower grows

Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour
as your feelings overflow

Let me draw you to the place
where ecstasy can be embraced
the beauty of the garden
where the passion flower grows

Feel your mind exploding
in the heavy scented air
experience the shiver
as your captured unaware

A little touch of heaven
where imagination flows
the valley in the garden
where the passion flower grows.

poem by Charles M. Moore
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

Death death death death death death death death death death death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Tortured Nature

Nature must be love
It is made by god above
Nature is in place
Nature is always with grace

The nature is green
It is colorful when seen
Nature is serene
It is peaceful ever seen

But people is bad
They make mother nature mad
When nature gets mad
It feels like the wrath of god

Disaster of nature
Is enough of your torture
Nature is flower
It gives love like a lover

poem by Ronald Jay Fiesta
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I Picked A Flower

I picked a flower from a bush
And I loved it so
Put it in a vase next to my bed
But how was I to know

That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour

The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know?

poem by Shobhita Singh
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Passionflower.......mollys Garden

that summer,
passion flower bloomed
in wild abundance.

in the bower intwined
with woody tendrils
of the climbing vines,
the special charming blooms
mesmerised me.

blue, violet filaments,
unique in intricacy
and formation.
i wondered,
at the creators creation!

passion flower,
not a passion for love,
yet, the the flower offered ,
to krishna,
yet again it is the suggesting
symbol of crucification.

passion flowers,
in mollys garden
exclusive hosts
for numerous butterflies,
sharing, the foliage
and fragrance with them.

a special energy
a strange fragrance,
a satisfying peace,
connecting you to krishna,
in mollys garden!

poem by Ritty Patnaik
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PaSSioN FLoWeR

He was a young lad
Endless dreams she had

She was a flowered rose
She made all sacrifices to make him her spouse

For days, he was the Helios
Without him, she was in pathos

The white dress she wears
No matter how living; there are no fears
Love could un-shed all her tears…

Even on removing the white dress
It seems that the life was full of gladness

In the times before the wedding
Life was as sweets as pudding

Now the time of the vow has gone
She removes the white dress
And is forced into love’s black dress
The life seems full of stress
The gentleman removed the mask of softness and gentleness…

He was showing her his flair
But it was a built castle in the air

Passion Flower she has become
She bathes on a sad realm

She wears a heart of mourning
Passion Flower is crying

'''''From Zenith to Nadir I letdown
Just prayers and pleas I own'''''

Her eyes are in perplexity
All things developed to complexity
The white dress was forsaken leaving obscurity
And finished are the days of serenity and tranquility

What a pity! ! ! ! ! ! !

Little by little, Passion Flower has faded away
My Passion Flower is wilted and is fading away

Little by little, Passion Flower has bowed to the sadness
Little by little, Passion Flower has bent to the faintness

Her Heaven turned into haziness
Her Bliss turned into darkness
Her Dreamland turned into fogginess
Her Paradise turned into distress

For the sake of her children she is fighting
Really now, there is no more lighting…

Pretty Passion Flower
May ALLAH send you power
To pull up your thorn
Pretty Passion Flower
May ALLAH send you power
To stay nice in your cocoon

May ALLAH send you Peace
To live your life at ease
Without any male disease...

Pretty Passion Flower please keep scenting
For the sake of your Angels, Love and care try sending

Pretty Passion Flower please don’t be withered
Pretty Passion Flower you wrongfully suffered
But, ''Pretty Passion Flower please don’t be withered! ’'

From now on he is far! ! !
Free from his pain you are…

{August 20,2009}

poem by Glamorous Enigma
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Plastic Passion

Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion

song performed by by Cure
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Mirror mirror…

A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.

In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.

Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.

poem by Zarina Binda
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Death Married Death In Death

Death looks at a flower, screaming I am beautiful
look here I am, come eat me, alone.
Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always
by, knowing that,
any thing that touches it will also soon, never die.
Death is love, love is death, why are you both, death
is your pet pink pig, and two flying pearls.
Death is a dry cracked nipple, sleeping, holding on
to the flesh untill it falls off.
Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, why does the
world move you through it.
Death is a voice always quite, sounding alarms to
walk across the street knowing you look while you
come running.
Death is a woman, who is crazy, thinking the world is
spinning into her coffee.
Death to all men who think they can save the woman
by marring death and eating her sandwich.
Death fingered you, you loved it, now you finger me,
leaving my bee exposed on the flower, you buzzed.
Death's own flower is always sweet and poignant on me..
It is always open for you to smell..............
and it's red alarms, you ignored...
still here now it comes, alone....to see you as one....

poem by Is It Poetry
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Round about

Swerving and swirling like in search of en-route the passion of the lovers of life and nature. Do I really love life and nature? Some of this planets have dire need of nature and life but the contrary pursues their nature the observance of time that seem to wear them. The question of inhabitants that takes over the feelings and thoughts. Ingenious and genius that partake their passion want to fly with me we somewhere on earth?

poem by Alexander Keli Mutua
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The Rose of Midnight

The moon is now an opening flower,
The sky a cliff of blue.
The moon is now a silver rose;
Her pollen is the dew.

Her pollen is the mist that swings
Across her face of dreams:
Her pollen is the April rain,
Filling the April streams.

Her pollen is eternal life,
Endless ambrosial foam.
It feeds the swarming stars and fills
Their hearts with honeycomb.

The earth is but a passion-flower
With blood upon his crown.
And what shall fill his failing veins
And lift his head, bowed down?

This cup of peace, this silver rose
Bending with fairy breath
Shall lift that passion-flower, the earth
A million times from Death!

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Lotus

Lustrous, lavish and luxuriant
With dew droplets,
Multi-petalled and steadily
Swaying to the refreshing breeze,
Majestically beautiful in
The morning calm lake that
Reflects the golden glory of the sun
Or the round moon in the star-spangled sky;
Lotus.the flower that has come
To represent the Buddha and
His discoveries; rebirth and
The Eight Fold Path;
The flower that the Goddess
Of Mercy chooses to meditate in.
There is always that rejuvenating
Spirit, ethereal purity
And calm acceptance of life
Where the Lotuses are;
Nature's gifts to men
Birds, frogs, fishes..and all

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Flowers of Thy Being

Being the human beings
Undiscerning is our Art
The thoughts are merely feeble
The Actions, unwise
Me Lord! Me Lord!
Helpless we are, careless as well
The Moment, Thy Person reflects Thy Art
Visible is evrything, discerning we are!
What is Thorn? What is Flower?
Demarkation is accessible
Numerous Thorns we come across
Thorns!
Maybe are the Idols!
Yeah, they are!
Our 'self' leads us to Idols
Thy 'Self' takes us towards Flowers:
The Flower of Thy Word!
The Flower of Thy Path!
The Flower of Thy Guidance!
The Flower is nothing else but Thy Being
O' Lord save us from Idols!
Protect us from Thorns I mean
Shower upon us just Thy Flowers
The Flowers of Thy Being
The Flowers of Thy Being

poem by Azhar Hameed
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This Flower

This flower with petals so soft to touch
Cradles nature's portal
Where waves rise
and sweet ambrosia falls

This flower with petals so delicate and refined
Lay at the entryway of an open vessel
Waiting with a velvet whisper
to be filled with the seeds of nature's life

This flower with petals so tame and silent
Begs the onlooker to experience it's hiddenness
And after one look, one taste
She has caught her prize

1 April 2008

poem by JoJo Bean
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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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Death

Death is anger, agony and despair
Death is white like a ghost; nothing to kill or die for
Death is bitter and hauntes you in your sleep
Death is something knowone can excape
Death is not the end, but a new begining.

poem by Katelyn Ross
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Where Is My Passion

Where is my passion
Far too much pain

Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?

Where is my passion
I need must know

Where is my passion
I want so much to grow

Where is my passion
Lost in your lips

Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss

Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes

Where is my passion
Release me to fly

Where is my passion
There in your hands

Where is my passion
Touch me…expand

Where is my passion
Please…be a man

poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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You Are Like A Flower

You are like a flower
Growing in beauty
Nature has its own way
Making you uniquely
So I’ll wait until the day
You sprout with love
Because anything less
Would not be enough
You are like a flower
Strong with the wind
Never giving up your roots

You grow and never let loose
Should I protect you anymore?
When the strength you have
Is already within you
You are like a flower
Giving off good qualities
Selfless and fragrant
Keeping yourself steady
You know something new
Comes out everyday
You are like a flower
You attract attention
With your good look
You are sensitive
It is what makes you strong
Though you can be easily plucked
You fight for your life
You decide what is what
You are a like a flower
For a flower is honest
What you see is what you get
You stand out like a flower should
I will remember how gentle you are
A flower in need of love, you are set
Because even if you are all these
You are soft and delicate
It’s my pleasure to make sure
That nothing changes it
My Flower

poem by Joshua Gilchrist
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As I ventured to the Wood

As I ventured to the wood,
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head – as
In a sense of cosy bed.

As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.’

As I ventured to the wood,
A fallow deer of limpid eye
Gave care to glance at lucky I.
The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had
Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux.

As I ventured to the wood,
A dazzling flower waved her face
In blazing show of dance and chase, and
Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she
Flirted like a prancing fawn.

As I ventured to the wood,
A butterfly had graced my arm,
And knowing I bid him no harm, he
Splayed for me hypnotic wing in
Colours for to urge me sing!

As I ventured to the wood,
The radiant sun shone down on me.
He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee,
You bless your land; be filled with pride, and
Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’

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