A Flowery Smile, A Smiley Flower
And we need the wisdom of others
for instance, this week
I'm eating sunflower seed bread
and suppose that no-one had told me
that just like those cutesy baby tapeworms
sunflower seeds made themselves at home
and grew like men having babies
until one day, someone would say good morning
and you'd open your mouth and just like
one of those happy film cartoons
out would pop a big yellow sun flower as
an answer
worse still if you were strolling round
a Van Gogh show and someone asked you
what you thought of them
and thought you were taking the mickey
like some Disney moment
yes we need other people's wisdom
to live safely I mean
why don't they grow like tapeworms,
do you know, smartypants?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Will sunflower find it's lover
What a wonderful sunflower is
sunflower has attractive colour
It is very simple
How much sunflower loves to sun
We can't imagine
sunflower is very faithful
sunflower gets up early in the morning
wash it's face with dew drops
worthwhile you are
sunflower waits the sun
It begins to looking towards the sun
you are my best friend
As sun moves, It follows blindly
no matter hot or cold
you are innocent
It goes behind the sun
till the sun set
sunflower remains with it
At the end of the day
beautiful sunflower feels tird
it becomes sad
but it says to sun good night
till the morning
with the hope to meet again
sunflower goes to sleep
Does sun knows about
The love of the sunflower
will sunflower find it's lover
how many years sunflower
has to wait
I can keep hope
soon........
april 12,2008
abdul razaq
poem by Abdul Razaq
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The Sunflower
The sunflower,
Lord of the annual bed,
Rising alone and aloof;
Tapping the earth
By the old garden shed
And peering out over the roof.
My sunflower,
Grown from a small and striped seed
I saved through the cold winter days,
The seasonal race
You did easily lead
My prize then your bright coloured gaze.
But sunflower,
King of the colourful crew
Straining right up to the sky,
Please whisper to me,
And answer me true:
Why have you to grow Oh so high?
Oh gardener,
Working upon the good land,
The answer, if you will believe,
Is the higher I climb
O'er the rest of the band
So the more of the sun I receive.
(Written July 1996)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Women's harvest song
I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,
I am joyful because of my squashes.
The sunflower waves.
So did the corn wave
When the wind blew against it,
So did my white corn bend
When the red lightning descended upon it,
It trembled as the sunflower
When the rain beat down its leaves.
Great is a ripe sunflower,
And great was the sun above my corn-fields.
His fingers lifted up the corn-ears,
His hands fashioned my melons,
And set my beans full in the pods.
Therefore my heart is happy
And I will lay many blue prayer-sticks at the shrine of Ta-wa.
I will give corn to Ta-wa,
Yellow corn, blue corn, black corn.
I wave the sunflower,
The sunflower heavy with pollen.
I wave it, I turn it, I sing,
Because I am happy.
poem by Amy Lowell
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The flower bloomed today
The flower bloomed today
It’s a yellow sunflower
Through the ground it made its way
The flower bloomed today
The petals fall as they may
Until the plant’s final hour
The flower bloomed today
It’s a yellow sunflower
poem by Amanda Dickerman
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News Flash
A multitude of sunflowers was found swaying in the field this morning between 5 and 6 a.m. Our reporter had a direct experience of being sucked in the happy yellow colour as the sunflower heads were rising towards early morning sunbeams. He claims the sunflower leaves turned into hands clapping up in the air in the rhythm of the dawn resurrection. The ambulance car got hurt while attempting to save our reporter from the fit of a passionate bliss. Accidental passengers willing to be interviewed confirmed the news by sending thousands of kisses into the air. Whether the incident was a collective hallucination or divine interference is yet to be investigated.
Right from the spot
Van Gogh 3rd Channel
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Act Of Wonder
this morning he does not know
where to start
the morning is a big red sunflower
unfolding and bending
to the sun
and he does not know still what to do
about it
what he does not know is that
when he
opens the door and walks towards the big yellow sunflower
and looks at it so amazed that he forgets
about what next to do with his life
or the life of others who depend on him
he already does everything that
is right and possible
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Bored Apple Seed............[Humor, i hope]
While sitting in our screen house I spit out one apple seed.
You'd think it would be grateful since from my mouth it had been freed.
But no, you ungrateful seed. Instead you turned and looked at me,
a frown upon your face, indeed!
You landed upon a white-painted floor plank, a few feet from the ground.
From there you saw trees and grass and bushes all around.
Perhaps you wished you had feet so you could find a spot, to sprout your stuff
instead of sitting idle, a seed without a pot.
[Or maybe you spied my bird feeders, stocked with sunflower and nyjer seed.
To them the titmice and chickadees, and goldfinches come to feed.
Could you possibly wish, if you could not sprout, to be eaten by a bird,
and vanish until the bird poops you out? ]
Where you landed it does not get wet, so you cannot reach the soil.
You look now so unhappy; I think your apple anger is about to boil.
I suppose the least I could do is give you a big kick, and knock
you off the flooring, onto fertile ground to grow into a stick.
[But I DIDN'T and now another week's gone by.]
I'm back, my little apple seed, and as I settle into my chair,
I notice a marked change in your appearance that last week wasn't there.
You no longer frown nor even look at me, sadness and anger are no longer shown,
but instead you're just a bored apple seed, like many other seeds I have known.
(Nov.2012)
poem by Bri Edwards
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Perfect Lie/ You Are Loved The Way You Are
Stand in front of the mirror
Either boys or girls, some got depression
Try to find yourself underneath the reflection
Dissect each point, seek for perfection
Dreaming of perfection, adore some corrections
Never know the word of satisfy
Already beautiful but admire to modify
Don't you know who really you are?
You are loved by the way you are
Most of us rather see what appeared outside
always forgot to evaluate what lies inside
Most of us deceived by the open eyesight
always fooled because blinded heart-sight
Perfection makes everyone affected
Perfect one is what you wanted
Perfect lie is what you invented
Perfect word only a word that human created
A real you, that what you have neglected
Dear,
Don't feel down,
if u are blessed as jasmine flower
Why must you envy of that sunflower
I know, it is big, sweet yellow, catchy for eyes to look
But, don't you know sunflower adore the way you look?
Hypnotize fragrance by cute in white, posses its own hook
So unfair to compare the different beauty you both look
Jasmine, u never be sunflower even u dressed in yellow
The fake pigment will fade away soon
Sunflower, perfumed never make u placed in jasmine row
The artificial scent will gone before noon
No need to hear anyone to drag you down
Yet thou be like a rose, beauty guarded by thorns
Thankful to have what u have now
You always loved by who you are now
It is always good to be yourself
Better than lost yourself in your own lie
In fantasy, to taste perfection, perfect lie u got
In reality, perfection is only belong to God
And...you are always loved the way you are
*Note: U are beautiful, no matter what people say...
This is for everyone that think they are not good enough
in many aspects not limited to beauty perception
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Too Good to be True
Wow, I couldn't believe it
Couldn't believe I believed you
I asked ' Is it only me? '
You said 'yeah baby, it's just you'
Then you tried to run off
Did you think you'd succeed?
Oh well, cause you didn't
Just one less mouth to feed
But you thought you would win
And I would stop and lose
You must be living in April, baby
Cause you are a fool
We were like babies when we met
Then we grew up together
I must be in April too cause
I thought it would be forever
See, I don't run from problems
Problems run away from me
So, I guess, that you leaving
Makes me that much more free
I hope you're happy now, though
Now that we're through,
You think your stuff don't stink,
But you are Ms. P U.
Remember when I wrote you that poem?
About how I opened my heart, I put you in and locked it?
Here's another poem, but you weren't worth it
So I crumbled and burned it.
You were just too sweet
Thought to be my shining star
But I guess if your too good to be true
Then you usually are
12/6/08
poem by Jared Bradford
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Three Flower Petals
When saw I yesterday walking apart
In a leafy place where the cattle wait?
Something to keep for a charm in my heart-
A little sweet girl in a garden gate.
Laughing she lay in the gold sun's might,
And held for a target to shelter her,
In her little soft fingers, round and white,
The gold-rimmed face of a sunflower.
Laughing she lay on the stone that stands
For a rough-hewn step in that sunny place,
And her yellow hair hung down to her hands,
Shadowing over her dimpled face.
Her eyes like the blue of the sky, made dim
With the might of the sun that looked at her,
Shone laughing over the serried rim,
Golden set, of the sunflower.
Laughing, for token she gave to me
Three petals out of the sunflower;-
When the petals are withered and gone, shall be
Three verses of mine for praise of her,
That a tender dream of her face may rise
And lighten me yet in another hour,
Of her sunny hair and her beautiful eyes,
Laughing over the golden sunflower.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Id Like That
Id like that if we could cycle down some lane
Id like that if we could ride into the rain
No macs, getting wet
Id be your albert if youd be victoria, hah hah
Wed laugh because each drop would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could lay before my fire
Id like that (what would you like? ) if you could slide me from this wire
Toasting fork, Ill be done
I wouldnt hector if youd be helen of troy, oh boy
Wed laugh because each flame would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id smile so much my face would crack in two
And you could fix it with your kissing glue
Id like that
Yes, Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could float away in bed
Id like that (what would you like? ) if I could row your heart and head
With you laid on one arm
Id be your nelson if youd be my hamilton, what fun
Wed laugh because each stroke would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower (repeats)
Say a sunflower I became
Id be growing in your lane
song performed by by Xtc
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Id Like That
Id like that if we could cycle down some lane
Id like that if we could ride into the rain
No macs, getting wet
Id be your albert if youd be victoria, hah hah
Wed laugh because each drop would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could lay before my fire
Id like that (what would you like? ) if you could slide me from this wire
Toasting fork, Ill be done
I wouldnt hector if youd be helen of troy, oh boy
Wed laugh because each flame would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower
Id like that
Id smile so much my face would crack in two
And you could fix it with your kissing glue
Id like that
Yes, Id like that
Id like that (what would you like? ) if we could float away in bed
Id like that (what would you like? ) if I could row your heart and head
With you laid on one arm
Id be your nelson if youd be my hamilton, what fun
Wed laugh because each stroke would make me grow up
Really high, really high like a really high thing
Say, a sunflower (repeats)
Say a sunflower I became
Id be growing in your lane
song performed by by Xtc
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A Disney Fan
I have to admit
I'm a Walt Disney fan
From the moment I watched
The little mermaid
He had me hook line and sinker
At first when my boy
Was just a toddler
I use to embellish the joy
Of buying Disney movies
Then when he grew out of those
I had to make excuses of my own
And often told rose colored lies
About how still he loved
The Disney films
Little did the adults know?
They were my own
Escape from reality
But I still loved to watch
A Disney film
So no longer will I hide
And blame it on my poor son
I am and will ever be
A Disney Fan
poem by Kaila George
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you will have a chance seeing
the sunflower
poetess
only
once,
a glimpse
you love it but you can only love it once
when it faced the sun so bravely
chanting
singing her one and only song
then she goes away
like the sunflower
wilting
bowing to the ground
surrendering her many seeds
falling scattering
it is only the rain that comes
to bring her back to life again
her seeds sprouting again
not just with a mother song
but children poems
all along.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Where Is The Sunflower Poetess?
you will have a chance seeing
the sunflower
poetess
only
once,
a glimpse
you love it but you can only love it once
when it faced the sun so bravely
chanting
singing her one and only song
then she goes away
like the sunflower
wilting
bowing to the ground
surrendering her many seeds
falling scattering
it is only the rain that comes
to bring her back to life again
her seeds sprouting
not just with a mother song
but children's poems
all along.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guru's Amrit
1. May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
To make me drink the Amrit of knowledge:
My Sat Guru, take me out of
Darkness into light !
2. To begin with, mayst Thee make me
Contemplate on my Sat Guru !
Moment after moment, would I
Pine to kneel before Thee !
Day and night, not for a moment
Would I suffer separation from Thee
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
3. My Guru, solve the problems of my life
Now that I am born !
Humble me not among saints;
Subdue the thieves of
My emotive senses by
Strengthening the power of my will !
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
3. Subduing my emotions, break the lustful elephant
Of my pugnacious conceit
Guide me, only on one
............ of the eleven paths !
Keep me not off from
The word, SUHUM
(I m Thee).
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge
5. Make me wash myself clean
In the Sheshrum Nag lake;
Look not at my sinful life !
Ferry me too across, as Thou did
Mohini Sada Guru.
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
6. Moment by moment, let me
Meditate on Thee
Make me think of and do, only that
Which's right to think and do !
O, Kamadeva, Shyam Sundara
Let me not come and go
Come and go (Shuttle between life and death)
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
7. O, Bishambara, grace me with Thy presence
Stay awhile.
isten to my tale:
Revive my old memories !
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
8. Grace me with Thy presence in graceful garlands
And, show me Thy haloed aura, luster light !
My day has passed by, mayst Thee not
Make me wait any longer !
Mayst Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge.
poem by Swami Parmanand
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I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl
‘I dreamt I caught a little owl
And the bird was blue -’
‘But you may hunt for ever
And not find such a one.’
‘I dreamt I set a sunflower,
And red as blood it grew -’
‘But such a sunflower never
Bloomed beneath the sun.’
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Flowers
She is like a flower.
I like every type of flower that populates on this earth.
But one is beautiful like yellow acacias that grows from a seed into birth.
I want to plant seeds to make a garden of a family with her.
She is a flower that is sweet as honeysuckle
We are on top of a moonflower like beatiful lovers.
She lights up my day like a sunflower.
She is nothing like spring beauty and lives life by every hour.
Her love is good like red roses she never wanted me for the money.
Her beauty is like pink lotuses because she is the bomb.
And the hatred by other girls is who she exposes.
She blooms up into my life and I wouldn't mind making her my wife.
Im like a bumble bee all I need is her love like honey.
Like Winnie pooh a honey addict and yes I'm addicted to her love.
I'm her sunlight I keep her shining bright.
She is every flower
I love day and night.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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The Lord's Harvest of Plenty
What a truly awesome thought indeed,
That throughout your day you live among seed.
Not the seeds that one would find in the ground,
These are not seen, but in the heart they are found.
These seeds are planted by the children of God,
As they simply follow the path The Savior has trod.
Your life as a Christian is not merely good deeds,
As your faithful witness could plant one of these seeds.
Or your life may be busy with a seed you don't know,
And your faithful witness is helping that little seed grow.
Planting and watering, as a Christian, is all we afford,
While all of the growth of that seed comes from the Lord.
After a little growth it is no longer a seed,
But a new vibrant Christian prepared for a deed.
The deed that has been prepared, I'm sure that you know,
Is to plant some new seed and to help water and help grow.
Once they have grown, they are cut with God's sickle of love,
And taken by The Lord to their Father's Home up above.
Whether the numbers are few or they are many,
You can be part of The Lord's Harvest of Plenty.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
Eucalyptus and Sunflower
weight and lightness
darkness and rays
uneven proportion
life is like a graph
go right......infinity
go left.......infinity
but in the middle
a perfect zero
in some corner of my heart
I feel a presence of an
Eucalyptus Tree and a sunflower
the tree opens up it's branches
and moves upward to reach the sky
as if clouds are it's own
and the sunflower gazes
at the sun
day after day
with a strange kind of patience
the lightness of sunflower
the weight of the Eucalyptus
the flower can never reach the sun
neither the tree can touch the sky
with a vague pride
it announces it's failure
a perfect zero for both!
still in some corner of my heart
I feel their presence
and each day the sunflower
tries to appear one step more closer to sky
than the tree
have you seen a flower taller than the tree?
fill the blank
with the ink of nothingness!
poem by Jyotishman Debnath
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