The Grass Grows Wild On Paths Unknown
the grass grows wild
along the paths unknown
they thrive and spread
and bloom
with no one tilling
and caring
and cultivating
except with nature's sun
and rain
in some vicissitudes
of warmth
and cold
how much you my love
whom i care so dearly
so tenderly and
and deeply?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Me Tenderly
To walk about aimlessy,
Down the dirty roads with melancholy,
I found love in an unexpected place,
Picking a rose among thorns,
To take a lady among women,
Love me tenderly my love
To love you without a reason not to,
To search for you in my pocket,
Hoping you might just come near,
That i may love you deeply,
So you may love me tenderly
Living with the memories all my life,
I met an angel along my way,
Now my eyes are so clear,
Clear to love without fear,
Please love me tenderly
I need your tenderness,
The warmth of your closeness,
For this love im tireless,
Deny me not,
Love me tenderly
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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A Political Theory
the way you manage things
pertains to an ordinary garden
weeding out the bad ones
cultivating the ideals
the snakes are caught and
cut to pieces
and the rats poisoned
and the trees pruned
the paths cleaned of rocks
and pebbles
you level mountains
desiring the plains
and the neighborhood claps
their hand and shall make
new monuments for you
there are words of praises
but not from me
for in my garden
the snakes thrive with the rats
the moss grows well with the stone
the grasses and the buffaloes
the rivers and the reeds
the fish and crocodiles
the bees and the flowers
the mountains stay as is
and the plains spread as they wish
i just let themselves be
and they are all very happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's More Than Something You Can Intellectualize
There's a lot more to caring than knowing
There's a lot more to caring than saying
There's a lot more to caring than thinking
You can 'know' you care
Think you care
Convince yourself you care, even think that you genuinely care
But that really isn't fair
If your actions don't match
The attitude of caring
The attitude of loving
It's more
It's more than those who love you
More than those who care for you
It's the ones who don't
It's the ones you don't know
It's those, it's them, they need you most
You can't just walk away
Caring is more than something you can think about
You can't be compassionate and ignore a need
You can't fulfill every need
Where is compassion?
Where is caring?
If it's so much more, what is it that we have?
Is it worth trying?
Won't you fail?
But you forget
Caring is more
It's more than something you can intellectualize
It's more than a concept
It's more than thinking
More than knowing
More than even an action
Caring is a lifestyle
For all those around you
Even beyond yourself
O and one more thing caring isn't about caring about
Yourself.
poem by David Knox
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Nature Outlives Us All
It is the law of Nature the strongest does survive
And on the flesh of their victims the predators do thrive
And her creatures like her Seasons to Nature come and go
And the more we learn of Nature the more our wonder of her grow
Us humans belong to Nature we think we own her Land
And the more we learn about her the less we know we understand
The strangeness of her nature her beauty in every flower
The fierceness of her anger before her humans cower,
Nature is our sole source of food yet we pollute her water and air
Due to our greed for the health of our Earth Mother we do not seem to care
And what we do to Nature to our own selves we do
And that applies to all of us to me as well as you
Only the strongest thrive in Nature but Nature outlives us all
From the World's largest mammal to the smallest of the small.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Life Is Like Rainbow!
Life is like a rainbow,
you need both
sun and rain to make it appear,
and one who observe,
Life is that rainbow appearing
with Energy and matter, Self is the observer!
Life is like rainbow needs both Sun and rain to spread it colours,
Walk along the garden path,
Or trek along mountain forest paths,
Life spreads its colours,
In flowers and butterflies,
Flora and fauna!
Life spread its colours like rainbow in every ecosystem,
May green mountains,
Shining beneath surface of lake,
May be in hot deserts,
or in cold polar continents!
Life is like rainbow need Life and habitat are two things to spreads its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs food and love to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs love and compassion to spread it colours!
life is like Rainbow spreads colours need lover and beloved in their eyes!
Life is like rainbow that needs desires an ambitions to spread it colours!
Life is like rainbow need feelings and thoughts to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs children and parents to spread colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs kids and their innocent thoughts to spread it colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs wisdom and patience in elders to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs two things in teenagers energy and dreams to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs sky and observer,
Some feel rainbow
is illusion like mirage,
But some manage to bridge between life and soul!
Rainbow colours found in every soap bubble,
bubbles grow and shine,
spread colours before they burst and die, .
Strange feeling they create,
Spread their message,
Just like colours spread on their face!
For a scientist life is like rain bow that needs rain and sun,
For a philosopher,
Life is like rainbow needs illusion and misidentification,
Rainbow is illusion created by elements and light,
just like life and world!
It is natural and nature's MAYA,
Nonexisting thing showup,
hiding existing things,
object is hidden in subject
Just like a mirage in desert or fragrance in a flower!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Wild In The Country
(words & music by george wise - hugo peretti - luigi creatore)
A rose grows wild in the country
A tree grows tall as the sky
The wind blows wild in the country
And part of the wild, wild country, am i
Wild, wild, like the deer and the dove
Wild and free is this land that I love
A dream grows wild in the country
A love grows tall as the sky
A heart beats wild in the country
And here with a dream in my heart
Part of the wild, wild country, am i
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Superior Fall
The last warm rays of sun
Go deep into my skin,
As up north
It's fall once again.
It is later than it seems
With the end of summer dreams;
- Lake Superior rolls cold
As all along
The waves sing
A lingering, melancholy song.
She's a cold beautiful blue beast,
Stay with her through the winter and
It will be ice upon which you feast!
This libertine lady
Has no time nor care
For the weak and the timid,
Her wild waves continuously caress the air,
And the warmth of her touch
Is fleeting and limited;
But, she shall have your heart
In the end,
As you'll be drawn mysteriously
To her seductive shores...
Ever again and again.
- The cold she blows upon your heart
In the years autumn
Mingles with the warmth and the glow of the
Sun;
There's something deep going on here,
That goes far beyond
What can be seen or comprehended:
the relation of Spirit and soul
being restored, renewed,
and mended.
Here -all about-
Nature tells of a wild and mysterious story
As along the shoreline
Brilliant orange trees go out in a blaze of glory;
... soon fridged cold will come
with the changing wind...
Yes,
It is fall in the north country,
Once again.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The good times
The sweet times and the joy that we shared
I still wonder when no one did why did you care
I loved every moment of it filled with love
Did you ascend down just for me from the heaven above?
The moments were too good with love and bliss
I guess I couldn't ask anything more than this
You changed the cold nature of mine and made me humane
Thanks for caring about me when my nature's insane
Thanks for cheering me up and easing my pain
Thanks for healing my wounds though the scars may remain
poem by Akshay El Rey Del Rey
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Our Misery
OUR MISERY
comes when we see the forest alive
with its trees
though no one is tilling its domains
when we see the flowers bloom
when the rain comes
when the sun shines without promises
of the rainbow
our misery
of having all the fears
envious about the birds that play in the air
without having to think
what to eat tomorrow
why do we worry much?
why?
we work to death
death comes anytime
even if we do not ask for
it.
ahh, this misery of
lost thoughts
of words unsaid
of words said
without knowing what we really mean
of those that we do not mean
of those we really mean
and regret having said them
ahh, what am i tonight
an insomniac again
accepting anything
the unknown ghost
staring and then taking off...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Care
When I see how you
Care for me ~
I become Careless and
Carefree!
For my less care is
Taken care of
By the free care you give me!
For every dropp of tear I shed
You give me a thousand reasons
To smile: -)
When you say: ‘Take Care’
I know it is not merely in words.
Your caring gestures show
Your love and warmth for me
And for such Priceless,
Precious Gifts of Holistic Care
My Heart sincerely feels ~
Thankful and Grateful to thee.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Sign From Nature
When you hear the blackbird singing in the warmth of a Summer's day
It is a sign from Nature that rain is on the way
Since blackbirds are natural Spring songsters in Summer their songs tell of rain
From listening to Nature's wildborn creatures weather insights we do gain
Birds can be Nature's weather forecasters of such instances quite a few
But to that you may even say tell us something that is new
Of Nature's many wonders we do become aware
But she has many secrets that with us she'll never share
The blackbird one of Nature's leading songsters in the green Season of Spring
But before rain in Summer he too is known to sing
One of Nature's many weather forecasters of weather change birds know
At the ways of our Earth Mother our wonder only grow
When in the warmth of a Summer's day the blackbird's song you hear
It is a sign from Nature that rain is very near.
poem by Francis Duggan
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City of Moon
City of Moon
If your heart is not ruined by wild beast
Touching the flower the sun spread smell sweet
Because of southern wind’s touch as storm rises in sea
Unknown lady with your touch I want to reach in moon city.
Touching the flower the sun spread smell sweet
Love that goes to brothel is not clean and nit
Unknown lady with your touch I want to reach in moon city
Puzzled vagabond wishes to be illuminated you are not lucky.
Love that goes to brothel is not clean and nit
Dwelling together with moon- is parallel unknown lady sweet
Puzzled vagabond wishes to be illuminated you are not lucky
In favorite dew bathed grass looks at sun and sea.
Dwelling together with moon- is parallel unknown lady sweet
Alas! The slaves become ruined when the sun and sea meet
In favorite dew bathed grass looks at sun and sea
Glided light is laughing as you appear to me.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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You and The Rain That You Have Been Praying For
the rain that you
ask has arrived
do you love the
sonorous sound
on the grass?
do you think much
clearly now?
does the rain make
you feel luckier?
look at the rest of the
creatures they are looking
for a place
where they do not get
wet
where they can have
a little warmth
where they can
for another moment
live
do not ask for meaning
the rain cannot give it to you for now
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wildflowers
The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place
Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where Id go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers dont care where they grow
And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out
I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers dont care where they grow
I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free
Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where wed go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers dont care where they grow
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I Love Time Out With Nature
I love time out with Nature and I love peace and quiet
To walk along the gravel path in the evening sunlight
When the wild birds are singing and Spring is in her prime
And even memories of such inspire the soul to rhyme.
I love time out with Nature a brief release from care
For Nature she is generous her gifts with all she share
We drink of her clear spring waters and we breathe in her life sustaining air
And Nature's splendid beauty is around us everywhere.
I love time out with Nature the only God I know
Her stream from the high country down to the river flow
The skylark from the rank grass in the mood for song he fly
One of Nature's feathered minstrels he carols in the sky.
In time out with Mother Nature from life's cares I find ease
The sounds of the leaves rustling in the freshening evening breeze
And we much like the Seasons to life we come and go
But Nature lives forever the only God I know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Yes, My God Is Everywhere
My Lord is everywhere
every petal of flower has been touched by his hand
every blow of wind has been softened by his heartbeats
every my tear has been moistened by his drops
every my heartbeat has been pleasured by his love
The beauty of flowers the kiss of God's lips
the beauty of grass the touch of God's hands
the beauty of sea the rain of God's tears
the beauty of mountain the power of God'mystery
Every my suffer has been cuddled by his blood
every my pain has been taken by his veins
every my cold night has been drowned into his warmth
every my lost has been straightened by his paths
The beauty of sunrise the purity of God's light
the beauty of sunset the red of God's blood
the beauty of hope the green of God's buds
the beauty of trust the God's belief in me
Yes, my God is everyhwere
poem by Ata Augustyn
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Tenderly
(nayan/christopher bednar)
Across the room you gave a glance
Your soft, sweet eyes put me in a trance
And since that day youve cherished me
So to my heart youll always hold the key
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, how your touch can set me free
You baby, youre the only one
Its the little things youve given me
The time we spend so preciously
The special way you act when Im around
Your gentle kiss brings me up when Im down
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, how your touch can set me free
You baby, youre the only one
When were all alone it feels so right
Making love to you all through the night
The softness in your touch it shows me how you care
I want you so much more with each day that we share
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, how your touch can set me free
You baby, youre the only one
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, only you can set me free
Baby, tenderly, is the way to handle me
You, baby, youre the only one
song performed by by Tiffany
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Human's Soul Never Freeze
In snow on a bench a poor man sat,
He was frozen, so cold it was,
He didn't have any shelter,
But shared the bench with a dog.
His mustache and eyebrows were coated with snow,
His legs were numb, looking the color blue,
Although it was so cold, he didn't wear his warm coat,
Feeling for the dog he used his warm coat to cover the dog.
That poor man gave his coat,
To save and protect the dog's life,
Not caring for his own health, in the freezing cold,
He offered warmth and care to a dog.
People found them and took them to the shelter,
Gave them food and warmth to treat,
One sure thing from this is certain,
That a human's soul never freeze.
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(This poem is inspired from a true story i saw on TV news)
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Not Able To Recall Each Word Anymore...
yes, we burn all the leaves
we do not really like to see the ashes on the ground
so we summon the rain
to spread the foul smell of the dead
thin
and unrecognizable and we ask the grass
to spread
as quickly as possible
to cover the tracks
and then that summer what we see
we like to see
green grass, blue sky, fresh air
flying birds, fluttering green butterflies
we love those conversations
though we do not recall each word anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When The Bluebells Bloom
There is so much beauty in Nature but as lovely a thing as I've seen
Is in May when the bluebells are blooming on the ditch along the old bohreen
The wild hyacinths of Mother Nature so lovely and bell like and blue
When the bohreen is lit by bright sunlight they sparkle in the morning dew.
Of the beautiful bluebells of Nature the memory with me remain
On the damp and shady ditch of the bohreem they bloom in the wind and the rain
Surrounded by Nature's leafy greenery where nesting birds whistle and sing
In fancy I can visualize the beauty of the Northern Spring.
In May when the bluebells are blooming birds whistle on the hedgerows and trees
And the wildflowers blooming amongst the long grass are dancing in the freshening breeze
And the hawthorns are heavily laden in their fragile blossoms of white
Than the natural beauty of Nature there's not a more beautiful sight.
When the bluebells bloom by the bohreen the little brown lark upwards fly
And pleasant the sound of his carolling this tiny speck in the Spring sky
And though I now live far from the bohreen in distance almost a World away
I fancy I hear the birds singing in the leafy woodlands of May.
poem by Francis Duggan
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