To the Banyan Tree
“Oh! Overshadowing, evergreen Banyan,
Where have gone my vivacious playmates,
Who climbed up your reverend shoulders,
Clambered down by lowering, lurking roots?
And while playing they the run-and-catch,
Did hide themselves in the leafy boughs,
Mimicked the cuckoo in voice and tone.”
“Oh! Where have gone the contestants?
Playing cards sitting in the circles,
Patting hard upon the cards thrown,
Challenged with hope to win the game,
Pleasure they had, is unknown to the kings,
On the conquest of the distant continent,
Possessing oil-fields, fertile watery plains.”
“Oh! Where have gone the colourful damsels,
That swung ere the moon-soon winds blew,
Behind their necks fluttering Anchals1 flew,
Like the wings of hovering butterflies?
My eyes moved with the oscillating sight,
Now dashing down, now rising to the height;
With wonder I stood aside to understand,
They were nymphs or the earth pertained? ”
“Oh! Your pensive thoughts have maddened me,
Why they broke the bonds, confounds me,
That ten-generation devotedly strengthened.
Though white blood runs into my old veins,
And do not have the human breathing heart,
Yet I weep and miss them more and more,
The tickling tiny feet might have grown old,
Or they might have cherished love for gold,
Or might have they found the cooler shades.”
“Since long no one plays the run-and-catch,
No one titillates my crude hard shoulders,
No longer I hear laughter of the real conquest.
No colourful damsel plies with my aged arms,
No ploughman comes staggering to have rest,
Snorts deep while the wind blows to the West.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Granny's Angel
In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies
She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head
She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold
Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings
She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet
Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies
Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high
Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night
Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows
She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping
Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world
As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true
Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens
Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother
And tell her stories to her children in
The future
Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya
poem by Carolyn Sears
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Grandma
Grandma wish you were here
the walks and the talks and playing with chalk
make me miss you most
sitting around the table playing cards
watching you dance the cards around
listening to the stories of old
boy, do i remember them well
it's been years since you gone to a better place
I miss you so
trips to the store, we enjoyed
Miller's Store small, but busy
tell me about the candies we will buy
butterscotch was our favorite
Grandma, I miss you so
thanks for sharing your stories
being my friend, giving me time
I will always have you in my dreams
walking to the store, dancing cards
love you so, missing you most
Grandma's gone, but her soul is here
poem by Michael Peterson
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Hard To Forget Her
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND FILL THE SKIES
WITH COTTON CANDY CLOUDS
STEP INSIDE THE RAINBOW
RIDE WHERE DRAGONFLIES SING LOUD
COLORS FALLING, BUTTERFLIES AND FLOWERS
PAINT THE GROUND
CUCKOOS CALLING, DO I HAVE TO GO
AND IT'S HARD, SO HARD TO FORGET HER
THIS IS WHERE WE ALWAYS SAID
THAT EVERYTHING IS REAL
HANGING FROM A SPIDER'S WEB
THE VALLEYS AND THE FIELDS
FOLLOW ME INSIDE THE TREE
AND CATCH ME IF YOU CAN
SOMEONE ELSE IS PLAYING IN THE SAND
AND IT'S HARD, SO HARD TO FORGET HER
song performed by by Air Supply
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Losing Myself...
losing myself
amidst plants
caressing a flower here
chasing a bee there
flapping wings with
colourful butterflies
drinking dew from
the cup of leaves and petals
ah, making faces at a kitten
hidden behind a bark
the grass tickling my feet
wind kissing my cheek
my laughter ringing aloud
within me and around my garden...
just me wandering
in my garden
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Two Birthday Card Greetings!
1)
Some birthday cards are humurous
With jokes that make you smile,
Others are cute, with kittens on,
Or cherubs that beguile.
Some have flowery greetings,
Some, sentimental verse.
Some poke fun at someone's age,
While others - well, they're worse!
But my favourite kind of card is one
That comes straight from the heart.
No wit or soppy message. Just -
Happy birthday, you old f...! ! ! !
2)
Some cards are huge and colourful,
With greetings bright and cheerful.
Others are sweet or touching
And can make you feel quite tearful.
There are funny cards with jokes in,
Enough to make you titter.
Home-made cards, pricey cards
And ones all covered in glitter.
Some can be rather age-ist,
Making fun out of getting old.
While others contain messages
That are worth much more than gold.
Some cards are sentimental,
The rhymes inside quite corny,
But not this one - it simply reads:
Happy Birthday, love from Dawnie
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Sedan Delivery
Last night I was cool at the pool hall
Held the table for eleven games
Nothing was easier than the first seven
I beat a woman with varicose veins.
She stopped to see herself in the mirror
Fix her hair and hide heir veins
And she lost the game.
Next day I went to the dentist
He pulled some teeth and I lost some blood
Wed like to thank you for the cards you sent us
My wives and I were all choked up.
I recall how caesar and cleo
Made love in the milky way
They needed boats and armies to get there
I know theres a better way.
I saw the movie and I read the book
But when it happened to me
I sure was glad I had what it took
To get away.
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Im making another delivery
Of chemicals and sacred roots
Ill hold what you have to give me
But Ill use what I have to use.
The lasers are in the lab
The old man is dressed in white clothes
Everybody says hes mad
No one knows the things that he knows.
No one knows, no one knows
No one knows, no one knows
Im sleepin in every hallway
I just cant accept the stares
Im using too many covers
Im warm now so I dont care.
Im thinkin of no one in my mind
Sedan delivery is a job I know Ill keep
It sure was hard to find.
Hard to find. hard to find
Hard to find. hard to find
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Poet To His Love
ALL the flight of thoughts here, shy, bold, scared, intrusive,
Fluttering in the sun, between the green and blue,
Wheeling, whirling, poising, lovely and elusive,
How to cage the flying thoughts, my winged delight, for you?
Set a springe of rhyme, and hope to catch them in it?
Strew my love as grain to lure them to the snare?
Watch the hours built up, slow minute piled on minute?
Still the wide sky guards their flight, and still the cage is bare.
Gleam of hovering feathers, brushing me to flout me!
Wings, be weary! Rest! Who loves you more than I?
Caught? Oh fluttering pinions whitening air about me!
Rustling wings, and distant flight, and empty cage and sky!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Addictionary
I'm touching the strings but
I cannot touch the sound
I'm hearing of God
But I cannot hear his voice
He made the winds, they freeze my bones
But I cannot feel the arms
That made these arms around me
I fight with him
But can you beat against the air?
Thrown beyond my strength
Upon a floor so hard, so...rough
No hand nor bed of roses to break my fall
Pushed against walls for years and days
Been pushing back with no anchor
The waves they sing of a tale
In time sad, tragic, hopeful but fated
To end on the floor beneath the sea
The cold, cold ocean near the seaweed
The algae, and sharks that
Refuse to have me for dinner
But leave me bleeding on every side
The earth beneath the cold, cold ocean is warm, warm
I hear the unimportant tiny creatures
Converse next to my aqua filled eardrums
There is a God. Where is he?
Will she wake? Is this the end?
The weight of my world on my shoulders
The shoulders which lie flat
On the brink of death's wish and faith's hope
A rope was given
I tied it myself
The journey began
All was blissfully pink until all was toughly grey
A life of passion, the passion of life
Passion knew not passion in me
Nay, it knew it not
'May your days be hard and journey rough'
They bid me bye, wishing me well
I injected my passion in the earth's vein
And released all I came to earth with
One blow after another, no time to breathe
And in due pain, morphine in the mortal vein
A man walking beside me once said
Sleeping with an empty bottle
Was the sign of an empty-hearted man
The pillow in my pillowcase
The fluff in the pillow in my pillowcase
Tear soaked pillows
No one in sight, not one fellow
Empty bottles, popping pills, cigarette butts
Morphine, heroine, meth, name your poison
The fix, my cool
Pulsating veins calmed
The lights of my eyes are on
Knock, knock. Tap, tap.
I'm not home
I took a stroll on Mars, its haven
Caffeine-spirited laughter
Whatever turns the light of reality off
Rock bottom...literally...rock bottom
A rope was thrown
My head was above water
I'm breathing...but cannot grasp the air
Faith, hope and love call out my name
From the rocky, sandy shore
A day a time, we'll see you through
I reach the shore and hear a sound
I'm not touching the strings
But I hear the music
The waves they string away
Go your way we pray
More like you to save and show the way
You're stronger than you think
But in your weakness, my strength is made perfect
I tune my ears
The waves stringing?
The waves singing?
Or He who made music?
poem by Jenim Dibie
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True Kingdom
The wind storm blew,
The green leaves flew,
Creakingly cracked the trees,
They tumbled with blows of the wind,
The turbans were blown away,
From the heads,
The shawls,
Entangled on the acacias’ thorns,
And the damsels moved mourning.
Ah! The wind storm blew,
All around the dust flew,
Only the kingdom,
Of the wind is the truth,
And all other is falsehood.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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A Wind From... Elsewhere
The wind blows here... the wind blows there
The wind seems to blow from... everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair...
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! Can you see its graceful fingers... playing in your hair?
Nay! You cannot see the wind... e'en though you know it's there.
It's flitting... it's flirting... it's prancing everywhere
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! It blows unexpectedly... with a gentle breeze... it blows...
The Great Hand of Miracles... brings it... then it goes
To greet the early morning sun... to dance to and fro
From the highest, loftiest mountain heights... to valleys... far below. 'Who is He that sitteth upon the circle of the earth...
Who gathereth the winds in his fists—Who maketh a wind to pass over...
Thou hearest the sound thereof...
But canst not tell whence it cometh... and wither it goeth.' The wind blows here... the wind blows there...
The wind seems to blow... from everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair—
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE!
poem by Elga Haymon White
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The Moon.
The moon
Oh catch the moon
Put a noose in its nose
Bring it back to harness
The icy wilderness of the noon
Sprinkle it with flowered dew.
Catch it before it runs
To penumbra of sun hide itself
Oh run and run to recover
From suffocation of grief & bart
Stiffen its dust with tears
Or the ceremonial flood
Of the tidings of the present
The anti poetic
Peregrine of the sedged cart
The olibanum of crushed heart.
The moon
Oh catch the moon
Catch it till it runs
To the hilliard mansions
The septic pun
Where the master of hounds sleep
With his metallic face
Turned to the wall
Where under the greenish shadows
Shines the dool
The moon
Oh catch the moon
Catch it before it runs
To the penumbra of the sun.
poem by Durlabh Singh
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An Ode To The Detached Leaves
Ah! The blows of autumnal wind,
Cold and callous, have encroached at last,
They have made the leaves their victims.
Look! they fall like drops of rain,
Bearing no strength of their own.
They move with the gushes of wind,
Without their own consent,
They oscillate on the wings of some invisible agents,
Who possess the secret powers,
To dispose what one proposes.
I recall once they were attached hard,
To the branches and boughs of the shadowy trees;
And sap ran into their veins,
As blood runs into the human network;
And they fluttered resisting each coldhearted gust.
They were resolute to go through each ebb and flow,
Establishing firm relations to the nourishing limbs.
And Mother Nature came stealthily to give them wash,
At the moonlit nights with the drops of dew.
While they fluttered, they produced symphony,
Unknown even to the ancient master musicians;
And they whispered in mysterious sounds,
Only understood by the cuckoos or nightingales:
The singers and agents of the feral world.
Now they rustle with each move of the autumnal gusts,
Or crackle under the feet like too crispy dried petals;
And some float on the stagnant water with green surface.
Ah! 21st century is the dawn of autumnal winds,
The blows and fatal gusts have diverted the civilizations,
And they now move on the tracks of conflicts,
Human beings fall like leaves, waft along the blows,
Detaching themselves from the nourishing boughs
And shadowy branches of faith, love and tolerance.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Second Visit (After the Nuclear War)
Oh! Where have gone children, men and women,
The fair featured descendants of Adam and Eve,
I might have come on some disaster-prone planet,
With grim sooty mountains, sterile barren plains,
The treeless valleys extend before my amazed eyes.
Oh! It is the same spot, I vividly summon up,
Though deformed, distorted with horrible looks.
It is the land where the shepherds grazed,
Their sheep, goats and cows from morn to eve.
These were the farms where lush wheat swayed,
And butterflies hovered over the sweet-scented,
The yellow blossomed amphitheatre of sarsoon 1.
The rustic damsels singingly weeded the farms,
Gathering herbs to nourish the bleating goats.
This is the dry banyan tree stands like a ghost,
Where at noon in summer we all took rest,
In its cool shade and played hide and seek,
The older men played cards sitting in circles.
Amid the chirping of sparrows, crowing of crows,
Cooing of doves, and transporting songs,
Of the nightingales and seasonal cuckoos.
Oh! Who are these who drag the bodies,
Like reptiles remotely resemble the human race,
Hairless heads, faces without beards and moustaches,
Shaved brows, sans lashes beady gummy eyes,
The bag-like loose bellies fall on the knees;
Flexible noses hang like lurking beaks.
Arms like jointy-sticks with overgrown hands,
Legs like thick bendy rope made of black polythene.
Here is the rivulet where along with the age fellows,
We took bath in the opaque, muddy water of Saawun 1,
Now I see sitting in lines along the grassless banks,
The post-war generation, outcome of devilish intellect,
Pounce on the crabs, toads and frogs when they
Up rise from the water and some breathless chase
The rodents when they come out of their holes.
And chatter like the swarm of cackling wild-goose,
When the hunter appears from behind the rock,
And with precision points the hunting gun at them.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Hope
When I do not understand the darkness,
the things that prison you away from me
at places where no light can fall
it’s as if my whole life is extradited
to the one or other power
which destiny claims as its own
and I am just another player
who in Black Jack can count cards
but this is a totally different game
where the power of destiny
and of luck
always has the upper hand
and at times like in Hearts
you fold
and put your cards down on the table
and not always
are dealt the right, the best hand
by forces which you do not comprehend
are forced
to keep on playing the game
while life keeps on
dealing out new cards
and at times the loss is far greater
than you can comprehend
and you loose the hope
of a new tomorrow, of deliverance
somewhere along the way
and wonder about the hope,
the power of love.
[Reference: Hoop (“Hope”) by Mandi Engelbercht Out of: Speel vir Tyd.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Momma's Little Baby
Baby lost her button but she
found her gold
Too stressed to rest
like mothers in full moon
Has everything gone bad
or is just nothing good?
And you say, 'Oh oh oh'
'Is it all that you know? '
'Oh oh oh, ' Momma's baby
has gone to war
There are socks by your pillow
there are acrobats in your bed
Another blue orgy another long night
as long as we feel guilty
I guess it’s alright
and you say, 'Oh oh oh'
'Is it all that we know? '
'Oh oh oh, ' Momma's baby
has gone to war
I'd like to say I am
a left shouldered man
But the devil on my right
speaks my language too well
I’m spinning drunk here in my circles
seeing angels in hell
And they say, 'Momma's little baby
has gone to war'
'Oh oh oh Momma's baby
has gone to war'
Now with only good thoughts
maybe I can catch you
There are no socks by my pillow
No thoughts on my shoulders
No sex in the sheets until the war is over
and so germs are all we wanted
but I’ll take your love too
Whatever it is you want
I guess I want it too
and you, 'say Oh oh oh, '
'I barely know you ya know'
'Oh oh oh, ' Momma's baby
has gone to war
poem by Judd David
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The love you feel
The love you feel within
The earth you feel pleasant and green
In nature and around
When all appeal you very sound
When sea waves rise and fall
When ground is seen flat without wall
When you find sun bright and colorful
Think! You have found real love
When you hear voice of cuckoo
When you think nature is kind and true
All objects seem nicely placed
Think! You have found real love
When you find smile on others face
When you see poor man's wish and chase
When you see all birds are back safely in base
Think! You have found real love
When you are enjoying nature
Rest everything is nice and sure
World around may seem breathing for you
Think of right moment and go through
Love is to be felt and not seen
Whatever the case may have been
What do we want after all to watch?
Glimpses of divinely objects to see and catch
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Broken Love Song
Sitting, sitting, waiting for the music to stop
The music plays over and over again
My eyes wander, my sight blurred
My mouth lets out whispers and sighs
The song plays all over again; in circles
Tears, wait a minute...tears?
Tears flow down my cheek
The sound of misery has been playing
Playing in full circles, let it stop
I won't let it stop even if it hurts
The words that I murmur, I whisper softly
He left me; he left me behind
The music breaks me down into pieces
I grieve as I see myself dead in the funeral
I didn't die in the funeral, I died here
My lips part and gave way to smoke
Clouds of mist form before my eyes
The images are distorted, it is blurred
By salty waters that rush down my cheek
I could not hear the music anymore
He left me by this chair
He left me and made me hear this music
Broken as it played in circles
I hear my heart stops its own music
The tears in my eyes sympathize
poem by A.B. Black Waltz
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China Pig
When the stiff wind blows
The flag don't wiggle
In the party of special things to do
I met the ace of love
She took me to her plantation
For the love without separation
In the party of special things to do
It could happen to me
It could happen to you
I met the ace of love
She said I want you to go
To the party of special things to do
And when you're through
I'll be right here waiting for you
Here take these sparks
So my distant cousins can get along with you
Watch out for the mirror man
And elixir sue
When I got to the party of special things to do
It wasn't hard to find Elixir Sue
I met all the cards
The wild cards
The one-eye jill
The red queen
She turned her head
You know what I mean
She turned it back and said
"I got a brand new game I want to lay on you"
I met them all
At the party of special things to do
When I was done
I was far from through
I returned to the ace of love
Now wouldn't you?
I met them all
The camel wore a nightie
The camel wore a nightie
At the party of special things to do
...elixir sue
It wasn't hard to find liquor at the do
I met all the cards
The wild cards
You know what I mean
Then she turned it back and said
"I got a brand new game I think I want to lay on you"
I met elixir sue
At the party of special things to do
It's so special
song performed by by White Stripes
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Party Of Special Things To Do
When the stiff wind blows
The flag don't wiggle
In the party of special things to do
I met the ace of love
She took me to her plantation
For the love without separation
In the party of special things to do
It could happen to me
It could happen to you
I met the ace of love
She said I want you to go
To the party of special things to do
And when you're through
I'll be right here waiting for you
Here take these sparks
So my distant cousins can get along with you
Watch out for the mirror man
And elixir sue
When I got to the party of special things to do
It wasn't hard to find Elixir Sue
I met all the cards
The wild cards
The one-eye jill
The red queen
She turned her head
You know what I mean
She turned it back and said
"I got a brand new game I want to lay on you"
I met them all
At the party of special things to do
When I was done
I was far from through
I returned to the ace of love
Now wouldn't you?
I met them all
The camel wore a nightie
The camel wore a nightie
At the party of special things to do
...elixir sue
It wasn't hard to find liquor at the do
I met all the cards
The wild cards
You know what I mean
Then she turned it back and said
"I got a brand new game I think I want to lay on you"
I met elixir sue
At the party of special things to do
It's so special
song performed by by White Stripes
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Give Me A Call
Ooh you draw such pictures in my head
Ooh with so few words I know what you said
Until the time comes
To carry the one
Make that dream real
And be sure it stays done
So let that thought
Bloom in your mind
A vision thats caught
Never left behind
You should just give me a call
You should just give me a call
I think about you much more than I should
Now theres a structure nothing had once stood
No more bluffing its cards on the table time
What it must be we will take it as a sign
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
Sunset and my love left me
winter and Im so far
In darkness will it lead me
where the meanings are
I miss and think of you often
no flowers I forgot them
the weathers the same
nothing happens
no loves a hard lesson
patience and years will refashion
what hours will undo
and circles not yet quite circles
somehow close true
I keep on hearing the things that you said
I keep on feeling you go straight to my head
No more bluffing its cards on the table time
What it must be we will take it as a sign
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
I call you up but you wont talk to me
No space for words theres just no room
I drift away but you pull me in
Im the ocean youre the moon
Ooh how do I know if its just me
Sometimes I think that it must be
You gotta know you can trust me
I think about you much more than I should
Now theres a structure nothing had once stood
No more bluffing its cards on the table time
What it must be we will take it as a sign
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
song performed by by 311
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