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The clouds

Soft, vapour laden carrier of the rain
Moving from one direction to another
Opening the door of their treasure for all lands
Barren or fertile
Converting the dry land into the 'glistening expanse' of verdure
And permeating the fertile one
with more strength and splendour
They are the messengers of comfort
They absorb the intensity of the sun
And protect us from heat and discomfort
These tourists present us the gifts of peace and contentment.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Honest Questions

Can you see
Honest questions in my heart this hour
opening like a flower
To the rain?
And do you know the silent sorrows
of a never ending journey
through the pain?
Do you see a brighter day for me?
Another day?
A day?
Do you wonder what's in store for me?
The cure for me?
The way?
Oh look down 'n see the tears I've cried
The lives I've lived
The deaths I've died
But you've died them too
And all for me
and you say (faded)
"I will pour my water down
upon a thirsty barren land
and streams will flow from the dust of
your bruised and broken soul
You will grow like the grass
upon the fertile plains of Asia by the streams
of living water,
You will grow, Oh, You will grow"
Do you know
The story from the start?
and do you know me
like you've always told me?
Do you see
the whispers in my heart against your kindness
my eternal blindness
Do you see?
Do you see a brighter day for me?
Another day?
A day?
Do you wonder what's in store for me?
The cure for me?
The way?
Oh look down see the tears I've cried
The lives I've lived
The deaths I've died
But you've died them too
And all for me
and you say (faded)
"I will pour my water down
upon a thirsty barren land
and streams will flow from the dust of
your bruised and broken soul
You will grow like the grass
upon the fertile plains of Asia by the streams
of living water,
You will grow, Oh, You will grow"
"I will pour my water down
upon a thirsty barren land
and streams will flow from the dust of
your bruised and broken soul
You will grow like the grass
upon the fertile plains of Asia by the streams
of living water,
You will grow, Oh, You will grow

song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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Fertile Lands and Mammoth Cheese

In barren district you may meet
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots.

But in conditions such as these
You cannot make a mammoth cheese,
Which will weigh eight thousand pounds,
But where large fertile farms abounds.

Big cheese is synonymous name,
With the fertile district of the Thame,
Here dairy system's understood,
And they are made both large and good.

poem by James McIntyre
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We shall never understand the natural environment until we see it as a living organism. Land can be healthy or sick, fertile or barren, rich or poor, lovingly nurtured or bled white. Our present attitudes and laws governing the ownership and use of land represent an abuse of the concept of private property.... Today you can murder land for private profit. You can leave the corpse for all to see and nobody calls the cops.

Paul Brooks in The Pursuit of Wilderness (1971)
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The fertile land

Prosperity is a barren land,
Where love and empathy will not grow.
Poverty is the fertile land,
Only where safety is harvested.
03.04.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gryphon

Never another step of strength
Shall pass my door while I am with you
You are more powerful now
So take flight

I miss strength
Before the march of red
Took all I was worth
Plunge a knife in the open wound

Did I once stand guard
Above my all
Watching as the walls turn to paste
No reasons left here to defend

A mix of the purest
Counts me out
I am fertile and that is all
A laden waste

So reach me while my heart still throbs
Crack the lid on my tomb
Let the light seep back
A fractured bone I am.

poem by Cheryl McDonnell
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A Summer Ordeal

These days the sun is excessively hot,
We can't see even the bright firmament with naked eyes,
The drops of perspiration shine on the body all the time,
Peace and comfort, the boons of winter,
Are no more with us now,
The nights are spent in getting stung by the mosquitos,
The days in wiping out the tears of the body,
Hunger and sleep are lost somewhere
In the ordeal,
The whole life has turned monotonous,
The delicate sentiments of love, care and compassion,
Has been overtaken by the intensity of heat,
There is a havoc all around,
Everybody is looking at the sky,
But there is no sign of respite,
Not to speak of human being,
There is also a havoc in the animal kingdom,
The innocent dumb creatures are dying with thirst,
Nature seems to be sturn in retribution,
Yet the life is moving in the hope of betterment,
The dream of vapour laden clouds is still in the eyes,
And this dream will inevitably come true,
And the days of ordeal will be over
With the change in season.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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A Sunday Prayer 02

Oh Lord, as I look around,
at our green and wonderful world,
that you bequeathed to us.
Help us in our endeavours,
to make it stay that way.
Help us turn the tide of greed,
which wants to destroy what we have.
Help us nurture this green and fertile land,
so that we cannot only live here,
but all of your other creatures too,
from the largest to the smallest,
we all need guidance
from your sacred hands,
so that our planet,
stays a green and fertile land.

Amen

poem by David Harris
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Buddhist Lesson # 2

enlightment,
the act of opening,
like a rosebud,

like a mother,
opening the door...
like a child

opening a present,
like a woman
opening to a man....

opening...
all the hidden chambers,
every door to every

secret kingdom of the soul.....
opening the box that holds
your secret thoughts, desires....

opening...
the door of the cage,
letting the winged breath fly....

opening....
your heart to itself,
and to all hearts beating....

opening....
the vault of conceptions,
the entrance to the tomb

of past lives and memories....
opening...
your hands to the world

as if it were your neighbor,
and you, it's home!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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We have everything in India

An old civilized land on earth,
Has all climates on its path,
A hot summer at one part,
Flood on the other part,
Freezing snow on its top,
Greens of paddy fields,
rows of barren mountains,
virgin jungles,
ever flowing rivers,
dried up rivers,
left with sands,
Lakes and ponds,
soil of various colors,
scorching deserts and
silent plateaus,
What else do we need,
on a land?

We have everything,
to be proud of.
Our culture and our religion.
We have everything,
to keep as treasure.
Our culture and the customs.
We have everything,
that a nation really needs.
Our small fertile land and water.
We have something,
more than needed,
stomachs that are empty.
Worries that are plenty.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Hills Abide

The everlasting hills their secrets keep
concealed in paces where men rarely tread.
Lie mouldering bones of men who are long dead
What caused their death nobody knows or cares.
In quietude and solitary they sleep.
Their skeletons defy the passing years.

The peaceful hills have seen men come and go.
Some few remain but most are passing through
In search of land to settle. Somewhere new.
Where they can raise their crops and live in peace
in the more fertile bottom lands below.
Protected from the winds that never cease.

Across the ancient hills which can endure
as they have done for passing centuries
The heat of summer and the winter’s freeze.
The hardy breed of men who chose to stay.
Were slow and steady men but very sure
they could and would survive in their own way.

The half wild sheep which graze these ancient hills.
Know much more than their shepherds know
of secret trails that wander to and fro.
Across the vast expanse beneath the sky
from sheltered sheepfolds to the flowing rills.
The sheep accept and do not wonder why.

11-Jun-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Storm Lodge

comes
the wind gently
muted the space, run through
and through as it wrestles
the nature strength

lose steam
blogs the esteem,
even the train speed counter the
wind, find the golden rain
that stops the plane
for even the brave wants
to be a friend

see how the storm
live in the
plain, many have found a shelter
dislodge the green,
looks the rain never stop to clean the
pavement, just as time vanish all
the grain

please droplets of rain
come no more,
I am gone, before you'll left my land,
see dismay in
my face, the teary eyes
left in vain, even if you’re away the plain
will pay

oh! little sweet fertile
soil you have
grown, yet! sad for the rain
till and devour your land to the
ground...

poem by Antonio Liao
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Heart can't be stone

Basically no heart can be stone
If so then it must be gone
If you are kind enough and loving
Everyone may start believing

Love and affection is what we feel internally
You can deceive people externally
But change comes at appropriate time
You come to terms and change it any time

Females do perform miracle
As they are kind enough and capable
They can turn barren land into fertile one
When honestly think of it and done

Moment you feel for others or develop soft corner
Think that happiness and joy may return by her
Prove that you are worthy of and care for sentiments
Life can be made worthwhile when some one is found like friends

Love it from every angle and give one chance
Feel from within and opt out at once
You shall be reliving actual mission
Life may prove enterprising without any guilt admission

We are, in fact, love hungry people
Prefer peace at heat and expect no troubles
By chance if something goes wrong
We feel disheartened and fall for sad songs

Men and women are created specially
To carry on as desired silently
There can be no unhappiness around
Joy and peace is always found

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Freo

Goddess Freo charms hearts fertile;
Forming entwined fates.
Crowned with summer's life giving sun;
Breath she'll seize on sight.
In fragrant blossom and flowers,
She is to be found.
Cures for sorrow in her do seek;
Know love seldom seen.
Muse-sounds she makes so sweet and soft;
Moving to be heard,
Pride of heroes on paths to walk;
Promised by one's days,
Mortal pleasures and man's great wants,
Masses in the mind,
Put forth gifts to please heaven's belle;
Praise duly her name.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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Peace Everywhere

Peace, everywhere, peace today!
Peace in lands of scruffy trees and pine,
Peace in lands of olives and wine,
Peace in lands where peaks are white,
Peace in lands where fields are bright.
Peace in lands of oasis and sand,
Peace in lands where people band,
Peace in lands where children play,
Peace in lands where people pray,
Peace in lands in the thick of the fight,
Peace in lands ruled by force and might.

Everywhere, everywhere, peace this day!
Pray that all world leaders lead the way,
Encouraging moral people to stand proud and tall,
No government too great, no nation too small.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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The Kingdom Of Heaven

Cast your seed
upon my barren soil.
In winter’s dark night
I yearn for new light.

Rain falls;
fleeting life fails
as fearfully I pray:

O fill my fertile soul
and show me your sun-filled face!
Warm me with your
radiant grace

poem by Steven Federle
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When the rain drops fall on my head...

When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I feel the greatness of the nature
When the heat on earth vaporized
Then the clouds above makes the rain

When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I see the farmers are full of cheers
When the rain water roll on the ground
Then all the barren lands turns to green

When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I see the rain water runs down the mountains
When the rain water preserved in the built dam
Then there is no poverty on the land

When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I know the God sends it for us
When we do not go against the nature
Then the rain drops fall on the earth for ever

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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God, Make My Single Tear Flow Alongwith The Rain

God, make my words a firefly
God, make my conversation a butterfly
God, make my footsteps a path
God, make me fragrance of flowers
And blow me in the air.
God, smile like jasmine
God, make my eyes poems
God, make my poems a flock of birds
Flying to far away lands!

God, mother's tears are priceless
Preserve them in misery's locker
God, my portrait lying on the mantelpiece
Of time is dying
Decorate it in my children's hearts
God, a girl has made a place in somebody's heart
Let him too live in her heart
God, women's bodies are becoming barren
Like heaps of sand
God, let them be fertile like harvests of wheat!

God, a tear from somewhere in my childhood
Is floating in both my eyes
God, make it flow now along with the rain
God, make my single tear flow along with the rain
God, cry and make me cry!

poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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This Side Of The River

There's no happiness this side
The river is without a tide
The soil unfertile for seed
Here grows nothing but weed.
Behold the river's other side
Soil is rich so is tide
Spreads out mile after mile
Lands rich and fertile.
I wish I were on that side
This is not the place to reside
There I could get good harvest
There I could build a happy nest.
The man on the river's other side
Finds his river without tide
Finds everything there vile
The land barren unfertile!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Noon Quatrains

THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays
From such a sure and killing place,
That half this World are fain to fly
The danger of his burning eye.
His early glories were benign,
Warm to be felt, bright to be seen,
And all was comfort, but who can
Endure him when Meridian?
Of him we as of kings complain,
Who mildly do begin to reign,
But to the Zenith got of pow'r,
Those whom they should protect devour.
Has not another Phaeton
Mounted the chariot of the Sun,
And, wanting art to guide his horse,
Is hurri'd from the Sun's due course.
If this hold on, our fertile lands
Will soon be turn'd to parched sands,
And not an onion that will grow
Without a Nile to overflow.
The grazing herds now droop and pant,
E'en without labour fit to faint,
And willingly forsook their meat
[food]
To seek out cover from the heat.
The lagging ox is no unbound,
From larding
the new turn'd up ground, [pressing down]
Whilst Hobbinal alike o'er-laid
, [burdened]
Takes his coarse dinner to the shade.
Cellars and grottos now are best
To eat and drink in, or to rest,
And not a soul above is found
Can find a refuge under ground.
When pagan tyranny grew hot,
Thus persecuted Christians got
Into the dark but friendly womb
Of unknown subterranean Rome
. [the Roman catacombs]
And as that heat did cool at last,
So a few scorching hours o'er-pass'd,
In a more mild and temp'rate ray
We may again enjoy the Day.

poem by Charles Cotton
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When the rain drops fall on my head......