Trance of Romance
A sapling in a severe drought
what she needs is moisture to survive?
The Ogre shows a goodwill and who crawls
to the scenario for the redress.
But she cannot uproot and how can she abandon
her kith and kin?
She has already mesmerized by his laudable dialects
and does she obey to this Monster? .
She dreams of the fertile soil where she goes to bear flowers
in the next summer.
She bow and stretch her springy hands
to this promiscuous lover
who takes her cunningly to the Utopia.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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After A Long Drought
She held my beating heart
Within her cupped hands
As the blood flowed
She felt its warmth
Her hands swelled
With the heat
The blood released
It was like a swollen cloud
Filled with rain
Pouring out
Upon the parched soil
Longing for moisture
After a long drought
The cloudburst quenched
The dry earth
And the humidity
Filled the air
The musk
Filled our nostrils
As we collapsed
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Mr. Big Toe Interviews Pillow Monster
Pillow Monster walks through the door,
he know what his interview is for.
Pillow Monster has to talk about what he just ate,
he loves healthy foods that make him feel great!
Mr. Big Toe walks in the lobby right then,
shake hands with Pillow Monster and they become best friends.
Mr. Big Toe takes Pillow Monster into the studio,
“Says, Welcome To Big Toe Wants To Know”
this is one of the funniest radio shows.”
Pillow Monster’s tells the children how he saves the day,
saves the day on Melodie Mezoree’s birthday.
He tells them he is a character in 4 books,
more will be out soon on the Nook.
Till then he does one last rhyme,
and sings to audience and Mr. Big Toe one last time.
Written By Suzae Chevalier
www.suechevalier.com www.krendoll.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Big Toe Interviews Pillow Monster
Pillow Monster walks through the door,
he know what his interview is for.
Pillow Monster has to talk about what he just ate,
he loves healthy foods that make him feel great!
Big Toe walks in the lobby right then,
shake hands with Pillow Monster and they become best friends.
Big Toe takes Pillow Monster into the studio,
“Says, Welcome To Big Toe Wants To Know”
this is one of the funniest radio shows.”
Pillow Monster’s tells the children how he saves the day,
saves the day on Melodie Mezoree’s birthday.
He tells them he is a character in 4 books,
more will be out soon on the Nook.
Till then he does one last rhyme,
and sings to audience and Big Toe one last time.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 26,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Scenario
Had enough of the old lonesome-and-blue scenario?
Up for a shot at the old I-love-you scenario?
Man enough to leave your comfort zone
in the good old get-drunk-and-screw scenario?
Let's be real. Love hurts. Even you, you stud, you.
Sure you can handle the old boo-hoo scenario?
Don't even try to guess what she really wants;
get ready for the old you-don't-have-a-clue scenario.
Tell her, "I'll always honor your personhood."
What's more of a drag than the old I'm-a-person-too scenario?
It's never not a good time to say, "My bad."
Don't lean too hard on the old I-never-knew scenario.
Caught in a little white lie? You're in deep shit
if you trapped yourself in the old I-swear-it's-true scenario.
Make sure she's down with each new trick in the sack
or you'll run smack into the old that's-taboo scenario.
Like what you're getting, but not sure she's The One?
You can string her along with the old don't-rock-the-canoe scenario,
but sooner or later it's gut-check time in Texas
and there's no way around the old we're-through scenario
unless you've got the cojones to suck it up
and go all in on the old I-do scenario.
Don't say Eric never told you: lovers
and poets live or die by the old make-it-new scenario.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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The completion at last (poem)
We were once only the embryo, implanted with faith
Cultivated from ideas, some old - and some new
Nourished with a desire - to seek our fate
Beginning to flourish - from dreams, left - from the cool
Morning dew-
If we survive the drought in the summer, of prejudice
And hate,
Where lack of love - threatens to cut us down, - like an
Unwanted weed
Providing winter’s cold heart, - doesn’t uproot us in war,
Only to fill - it’s own selfish plate.
Then perhaps- the following season, will bring us the
Promise -we so desperately need
For spring may bring us warm hearts, to expose our
Unstable petals, to a whole new light,
With April’s tears of remorse, for discrimination, and
Ignorance, which, created such gloom
Replenished with hope - we’ll continue to grow - there’s
No stopping us now, for now, - it’s all done right.
From here it unfolds, - the completion at last, for all of
God’s care, will soon be in full bloom
poem by Dave Tanguay
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In me
In me there is an angel
It guides me to the right paths
In me there is an angel
It drives me to the right hand
It takes me away from the dark nights
To the wonderful days filled with light
In me there is an angel
In me there is a monster
It takes over me in form of greed
In me there is a monster
It pulls me towards the feed
It takes me towards the wrong world
Where there is crime and fraud
In me there is a monster
It surpasses the angel
In me there is a monster
In me...........
poem by Tanay Pathak
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Yours not in your hand
A seed must fall,
Sooner before it dries,
On a soil, duly fertile,
With enough moisture,
To germinate to plant.
If not so, whose fault is it?
You are not the cause
For your rise and fall,
For your up and down,
And for your birth and death.
Pride and regrets, put aside.
25.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stand at ease!
When the storm of doubts, ill will and fate,
Blow harder than ever for me to get uproot,
Let me stay still or be flexible to the tunes at least,
Not to lose my griping integrity from the soil not to exit,
As the optimist, who see the flowers more than the thorns,
Metaphorical angel looks for the pure hearts more than the sinful,
I seek The available opportunities more than the inadequacies,
The unseen coins spread on the soil more than the printed currencies,
The love that tries to overflow from the deeds more than the words,
The helping hands that extend to wipe the tears more than the stones,
Let us not have the illusion with the delusion that storm will hurt,
It is just testing our will, how long and strong we stand at ease.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Ogre
The ogre has round beady eyes
Children beware do not stare
Or he'll gobble you up
quick as a flash
You must make haste and dash
The ogre is twenty feet high
When he walks with his head in the sky
He swallows all the aeroplanes that go by
The ogre is a menace
He eats up little children with names like Cyril or Dennis
CHILDREN BEWARE THE OGRE.
poem by Margaret Beil
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Summertime Rain
There is nothing as refreshing
As a sweet summertime rain
After the cooling showers
Nothing is ever quite the same
Because nutrients fill the moisture
For flowers and crops as well
You can almost see them grow
After a summer downpour fell
The seeds sprout so much quicker
Flowers grow tall so very fast
Rain gives everything a boost
And of course it doesn’t last
Then the sun comes streaming out
And flowers lift their little heads
Color comes popping out as well
Yellows, oranges, blues and reds
Oh yes, there’s nothing like it
To get a summer growing spurt
Yes, bring on those summer showers
And sun afterwards wouldn’t hurt!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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I
I am the son of my village, ,
I am born in the dreams of my father
and my childhood is his craft,
and the blossoming of my mother's garden.
So, often in my journey the fragrances of my village soil nourish me,
the messages of my mother hug me
and I draw warmth.....
I am the definition of my dreams, , ,
dreams those are birth less, ,
dreams ageless, ,
dreams those are indifferent to failure and success..
dreams those can decorate each of life's blank page, , ,
I am my best companion, , ,
Though I cannot hold my own hands, ,
I am my only guide, ,
In each of my failure and victory, ,
I have taken guard and declared to them they
aren't important to me more than myself...
I have invited myself to newness and gifted myself a new quest,
I am my best friend, ,
I am my strongest critic
and I am my deepest lover, , ,
drinking my own blood, sweat and tears, , ,
believe me, I have nullified the chances of betrayal....
I am a lover, , ,
though I have never met love...
for love is a statue and so it stays,
I am son of my village
On the palms of infinite I travel from nowhere to nowhere..
I am the song of the sky, , ,
and my pain is deeper than blue, ,
I have been friend of my father, , ,
and lover of my mother.
I am the son of my village..
So often in the journey
the fragrances of village soil nourish me,
and I draw warmth
Forgotten Fertility Myth
Pranab k c
27/06/2011
a deep depression
carries monsoon again
its raining
five days at a stretch
day and night
she is wet
her chastity
waiting to be ploughed
soil so soft
to be mould in creation
plough hard
my peasant friend
pour dropp to form seed
your personal rain
would make her corny
every dream
of your personal cloud
would make her smile festive
fertile soil seeks seedling
cultivate you the peasant
cultivate hard
cultivate with care
cultivate with unending passion
She waits to bear all the pain
for a pleasure of exposing a life again
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The kith and the kin.
Kith and kin are the wall
I keep drawing my image on.
Kith and kin are the army
I build to show them as my strength.
Kith and kin are the scale
With which I scale me against them.
Kith and kin are the yard
Where I weed off the useless ones.
As a part of kith and kin,
I serve them like that as well.
12.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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70s Scenario
In bed sittin and reading by the t. v. light
Stay away from the window, thunder and lighting
And the rain, the rain keeps fallin down
Thats something that hasnt changed
Yeah, theres something inside me, its quiet when it rains
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no easy living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
She called me a prisoner, in a prison of the mass
She said acceptance from the future, is freedom from the past
And I laugh, and say thats alright
Things really aint that tough
As long as Im still able, to turn the t.v. off
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no reason living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no reason living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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I'm a temptress
I tempt tempests into my arms
Cunningly cunningly
Overburdened air I sing
Otherwise it'll blow up
I tempt tempo piano presto
The tip of my tongue hissing at tones
Cunningly cunningly
Overburdened sound I sing
Otherwise
The earth would be silent and empty
I tempt tempera into the colours
The paint now dripping sprinkles the walls
Cunningly cunningly
Overburdened stones I sing
Otherwise
Nothing would be built
2010.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Road To Utopia
I blink my eyes and then it happens again
I lose my way but I discover a friend
Its a typical day on the road to utopia
I walk along until my feet are sore
I rest a minute then I walk some more
Theres no time to delay on the road to utopia
And my destination is the unknown
But Im never far away from my home
It shines like laser light
Its in my dreams at night
cause Ive been all my life
On the road to utopia
I will be there to share your tragedy
I know that you would do the same for me
Its no trouble at all on the road to utopia
When day is over and Im trying to sleep
It comes so easy cause Im not counting sheep
I am counting the smiles on the road to utopia
And I may lose my way again and again
But Ill cross that borderline in the end
Trouble trouble trouble whirling all about
But if we stick together we can stick it out
Will we ever find the loves we lost again
Does this crazy journey ever have an end
And will I find what Im after
Do I know what Im after
Guess Ill join in the laughter
On the road to utopia
song performed by by Utopia
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The garden is my weeping heart
There is no fertilizer at all
But they grow without any quarrels.
Flowers in different colors
And varieties of fragrance.
I have no fence and restrictions too.
Birds, bees, butterflies and hornets idle.
Some trespassers with strong hands,
Sometimes very cruel.
Please do not pluck in that way as it's painful
And let the flowers wither.
One day I have to abandon the garden
As my soul takes wings.
But you find another gardener there.
* Spring comes and goes, yet comes again.
What a wonderful shuttle the nature is?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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On Uninspiring Labor
Another morning of meandering
Through emptiness and the nothing forces
Which magnetize my nonsense panderings
And magnify my lack of resources:
My mental nourishment, my life-stream's flow
That, right now, is in drought, thus preventing
My fertile thought harvests the will to grow.
For what reason hinders my inventing
Further irrigation of the parched land,
Thirsty for the tapping of the well-spring?
What repels the iron-rich soil in hand
From being ripe for future prospering?
I dig and toil at the dirt with no spade,
My hands buried in the hole I have made.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Afternoons In Utopia
Acrobats and comets floating by so fast
Childrens faces smile like suns at last
Lilac butterflies are cruising without fear
All inviting you to stay and rest here
You can halt your car for an afternoon in utopia
We shall stop the wars on those afternoons in utopia
Mighty mao moondog drifts across the grass
Healing lullabies for easter time on mars
Paint your hats and shoues with flowers and with stars
Singing in metropolitan operas
You can halt your car for an afternoon in utopia
We shall stop the wars on those afternoons in utopia
song performed by by Alphaville
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When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There
When my dreams say, ' We are no more there'
I shall sail unto an island far off.
There I shall have the sapling of a dream tree planted
And it will grow.
When my dream tree begins to bloom
I will never pluck its flowers ever,
So will when its fruits begin to ripe
I remain hungry and thirsty there.
I shall lie in the shade of the tree
Without ever dreaming to have a dream for me.
Then I shall climb its branches and see for myself
The vast expanse of water green or blue.
I shall hoot from the top of it like an own
Blind often or blinded by the dreams of the past.
I shall shout unto the skies blue
About having dreams aplenty and not still having them.
When I once return to the home in the mainland,
I shall carry one hundred fruits from the dream tree,
I shall give them to men and women I like most
And nay, I will never give them to children ever.
I shall play hide and seek with children
And shall tell about the need for climbing the dream trees
Which will grow and touch the sky once
Even as they might still be dreaming a lot.
But I am afraid, friends,
Even as my dreams have begun to fade out
My island withers out further
And I am left with a rudderless boat
To sail unto that green paradise of my Utopia!
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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