Sweet-scented lavender shrub!
You have a gentle scent
But my odour of sweat?
You have that soothing colour
of bluish purple,
But I am just tan
As I work under the hot Sun.
I am scared to touch your soft petals
My palm is rough as I grip thorns in life?
Though I am sturdy
Please don't keep me in your arm's length.
Believe my friend!
My heart is a tiny fragrant flower
But none ever touched?
to my brotherly friend Romeo
many happy returns of the day!
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Anguish Thoughts
I saw a flower
Not so fresh, enchanting
It has no sweet smell as roses have.
But it has the thorns of roses.
If I touch a flower
I can tell its soft or rough
But all flowers are soft
Soft petals with sweet fragrance
Make a flower beloved.
But I can’t touch this flower
For it is dangerous.
But worms found its bed
And going to destroy my little flower.
Can this secret love
Destroy her crimson petals?
poem by Abdul Hakeem Parannur
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Our Seasonal crops!
If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?
to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!
*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!
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The Capitalist Florist and a Wild flower
'You asked my name isn't it?
My name is Orphan.' The Wild flower muttered.
'It's a strange name.' Handsome florist replied.
'What's your good name Sir? '
'I am Romeo.'
'Romeo, I am not your Juliet
Just a Wild flower and I would like to compete the other flowers.
Still I am proud of being a Virgin
Boisterous Hornets and Bees never touched me.
You know a Plectrum that touches the strings,
Strings never cry of the play
Please pluck me gently
It's really painful and I believe you
That you never betray me
Or offer me to a Betrayer!
*Humbly I dedicate this poem to my poet friend Romeo Della Valle!
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In good days and bad days!
While resting in the prison of life
You strum your sensitive heart strings
That play the tune of innocence!
And you light a half burnt candle
on the altar, place a tiny fragrant flower
Kneel and pray, request benefits
A solace for the wound
That never heals?
In good times and bad times
You sing that short song
For a long life?
[Choose a job you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life.]
-Confucius
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The fallen Maple leaf in brown colour
We both are like dumbs
Isn't it?
I see the red ants around you
in a friendly manner
And the handsome poverty
tries to be friend with me.
You have no right to ask
Why the tree bring you down?
And I cannot grumble
Why can't I fly?
My palm and your gloomy face
Give much similarities,
Scattered lines here and there
But the wealth line has disappeared
On my palm a long time ago.
I remember once an old palm reader
Predicted in the broad day light
' This crooked line says that one day
You become a pilot or a road runner! '
The old man is right as I fly on & off
in my sugary dreams and in reality
Believe me, I am a non-stop Marathon Runner!
[To my friend Jerry, sorry for the belated wishes, happy birthday to you! and hope all your dreams come true, if my marathon finishes in Australia, then I could have meet you before the life forgets my name.]
*Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
-Charles Dickens
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Bougainvillea
Who doesn't like flowers?
but he is scared of thorns.
Singly she lives with a sing song
but the prince is scared of thorns.
He has to jump over the fence of thorny bush.
Young prince was a good high jumper in school days.
That she knows.
But this hurdle is different
Prince has to think twice
and he scared of thorns.
Not only that,
he is worrying of his Crown.
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This would be a rare gift to my friend Jerry.Hughes
Though it's bitter we have to swallow the miraculous pill of life.
I send you the most fragrant flower in the world named 'Hope' to your lonely sick bed dear and I wish you an immediate recovery,
Good luck to you and breathe well as the night is still young!
Well wisher........a far away poet friend.
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I have a regret as I couldn't ask her name!
An Angel who sqeezes my bony fingers
And I tell you frankly that I do not get any carnal feelings
Perhaps it's in a dream?
How smooth and cold her cheesy fingers
As I touched my entire life
The things that belonged to the rough category!
In the morning I found an asterisk mark
On my palm near by the life-line!
That signifies an Angel touched a Man?
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Touch
Touch
To a loved family member…
a caress, a touch
A loving hand on ones knees
Can convey e’er so much
Just a soft gentle squeeze
To a child….
A finger’s soft glide
Down child’s turned up nose
Can start the slow slide
Into dreamland repose
To a friend…
Friendly pat on the shoulder
Gentle nudge in the side
Head lain on one’s shoulder
Floods one’s heart like the tide
To a real close friend…
Tips brushing closed eyelids
Arms tightly clasping
Rough sheets on one’s back
Fast breath slightly gasping
To a really, really close friend……
Fingers entwined,
palms ardently pressed
Palms kneading one’s back
Lips brushing soft breasts
To close..
Every being needs
The sensation of touch
And a surfeit of hugs
Could ne’er be too much
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Toyboy
I met him accidentally
in a Discotheque,
He introduced himself
I am Sextess,
I just joked; 'Not sexless'
Then he said; 'Half true and the rest is a nightmare.
I am scared of this Trojan Woman though she gives me everything,
You don't believe my friend the tattoos on her buttocks
One side a crocodile and the other a Monster
And this was written, 'stronger than the Berlin Wall.'
I cannot leave her as she's a Tragedienne! '
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An Apology
Oh! My beautiful naked fragrant flower
An off-season for me this Summer.
I am sorry as this old wearied bee
Rests on a pepper tree,
It's allergy the pollen
And I am scared of hay fever.
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When A Friend
When a friend drinks
When a friend bleeds,
Do not freak out.
When a friend takes a puff
Or says sex just wasn't enough,
Do not sit there and pout.
When a friend gets really high
When a friend is about to die,
Do not leave their frikken side.
When a friend is drunk
When a friend gets fucked,
Don't leave them, be there.
When a friend starves
When a friend barfs,
Let them know you care.
When a friend needs you there
When a friend says their scared,
Go see them, and just be with them.
When a friend gets abused
When a friend has just been used,
Hug them and say it'll okay, offer help.
When you're getting torn down
But a friend has a very long frown,
Be happy so that you can cheer them up.
Don't overstress
Dont become a mess,
You're life will only get worse.
If you need more advice
I shall suffice,
Just talk to me, or call.
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The blind flower-seller
With the cane basket
and the white cane
She comes to the Sunday market
Sitting on the small bench
She sells different colors of flowers
Though she cannot see
By each fragrance of them
She knows the name and the pedigree too?
And I sniff a rare fragrance while passing
that comes from her hidden little-heart flower?
to my deceased poet friend Paddy Martin!
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Winter Loom weaves a sad cloth?
[Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work.]-The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
In this winter gloomy morning
I see your sad face like in a dream
and the silent whisper of an old poem
I could hear at the threshold.
'Is this a morning or a night
I cannot see you or touch
and hear too friend.
Am I alive or dead? '
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Human Resources Bank & the Life's gamble?
The smoldering Man,
He felt its smoothness
When he touched
The new big currency note!
And the sadness
When it's changed into
dirty small notes?
O the annoying!
Harsh bitterness
while swallowing
the rough coins
at hard times?
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Unknown Painters & Paintings!
Tiny kettle whistles in the kitchenette
and the rusty alarm clock cries
on the bedside table.
She must have woke up early
with a bad dream?
and prepares the morning cup of tea!
I too woke up lazily and wiped the frosty window
with my criss-cross palm?
O the faraway gloomy sky's covered
with heavy winter clouds!
Invisible Master! Have you done
this Masterpiece?
The entire life I tried but in vain
and my painting named 'Depression'
Not finished yet for the Exhibition?
['Nearly everyman who develops an idea, works at it up to the point where it looks impossible and then gets discouraged.That's not the place to become discouraged.']-Thomas Alva Edison
to my poet friend Nightmute in gratitude!
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She is very fragile and handle very carefully
Life provokes all the time and the man in netting
That stings when touched like nettle.
He gets a partner for his solitary pilgrimage
And she seems to be tangible or capable to rough weather.
Otherwise the whole mysterious life would be a sore.
She likes a sister to him and sometimes a lover.
She advice as a mother and please strum her soft heart string carefully
Then you hear the melody that tiptoes with you in this tiresome journey.
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The ROSE Healing - God's Design
When spring comes to us,
Scent of flowers in the air,
A tiny little rosebud,
A flower of God's design.
Perfect in His possession,
Always in His hand,
God unfolds the petals,
The secret's unknown to me,
The tiny little rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
Unfolds with perfection,
The rose in His hand.
As my life lies before me,
With it's joy and distress,
He is always near me,
Unfolding all life's petals,
The flower of His design,
Forever in His hand.
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An Evening; Someone with a painting at a Seaside
[At the foot of a Lighthouse one finds darkness.]-Spanish Proverb
When the evening star twinkles
in the purple sky
He takes his brush
and paints her secret eyes.
But the eyes seek another face
beyond the skies?
When the fishing boats toss in the deep sea
He sketches her uneasy heart
that departs from his sacred port?
And when the birds fly to their roosts
He too takes his satchel and gets ready
to go back to his old lonely hut.
He watches in the twilight sky
faraway a sad star burns in the colour of Red!
Like his weeping soul.
O those foot prints on the beach
wash away by the rough waves
and the darkness fall!
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A Friend.
The summer was warm,
it gave me delight,
for all i needed, was a friend,
that would hold me tight.
A friend to hug,
a friend to help,
a friend whose there,
when i yelp.
The day was lovely,
my heart was warm,
at last, a phone call!
but sweat filled my palm.
It was a beautiful summers day,
it gave me the chills!
i just need a,
friend to sit on the hills.