Turtles And Rabbits
for my sweet memories i like them to be turtles
i like them move so slow
as i recall them, i like them to linger
like soft fingers caressing the
cotton fields of my mind
for the bitter ones, i like them to be rabbits
i like them to jump away from me
i do not like them to pester me like a flea
i want them to be doves i like them to fly away
i do not want them to have a home
i like them to be rivers to flow into the sea
i like them all gone
to the bottom
i like them
rot in the ground, i like them dead
and then forgotten
i think, i am feeling better now
with turtles swiming in a pond
with green leaves on my bed
with rose petals on my head
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Regret
i do not know much about turtles
but i like to know one
they say turtles are not really slow
they are just gentle
and cool
as they live more in the water
rather than
on land
i have regrets though
not having known
that turtles
just want to be slow
and be not rushed
like
they are forced to be what they are not
by this rabbit
but there's one thing though that hurts
when turtles claim the value
of rationality
as though it is the only ingredient of a good
personality
i like to say, i like emotions too
turtles and rabbits that feel and tell the world
not to hurt each other anymore
but just be themselves
and be free and
be loved
and be appreciated
for what they are
unique
and long for a clique
i still think that this world is as beautiful as me
as you
as we together
writing poems and have fun
wading on the pond and basking in the sun
come, come, let us join our hands
rabbits and turtles on strong bonds
smile!
(see we have this picture now)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Save The Sea Turtles
Turtles follow the light of the moon,
Lay their eggs in the lagoon.
Humans have so many lights,
Hurts sea turtles late at night.
11,000 endangered and threatened
“turtles of the sea”
Please keep your outside lights off please.
Have a motion detector to protect your place,
Keep Sea Turtles alive and safe.
Go to www.seaturtlesspacecoast.org
help sea turtles weather the storm.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ice Cut In The Air
Ice cut in the air
Where dried out stalks
Stick through
Boone Pond.
Cattail’s long, green,
Knife-edge leaves
Bends three feet
With wind.
Shaken pads fold
Dried rust color
Locust leaves like bells.
Frog jump
As I approach.
Hand size turtles
Warm themselves
At bank’s end.
Shells of mallard eggs
Grinned into the soil.
poem by David E. Patton
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I have always brought home stray animals - everything from squirrels to wild rabbits to foxes and turtles.
Two Little Turtles
I saw them-
two little turtles holding hands
standing heads up above a dark stone;
One was slightly above the other,
clutching his lover's hand.
I went near them and stared as the
one below hid her face from me.
Sweet as they seem, I wondered
if ever they, in their graceful moves
feel the heat of the passion built.
The passion of touching one another-
of just even being close to each other.
I wish you'd see them too...
two little turtles holding hands.
I looked up at the sky waving at me
as though he saw the loneliness in my eyes.
And then i wondered where you are
and when can i hold your hand,
or when can i just be with you;
when can we be together
like the two little turtles
sweetly holding hands.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Gardener LV: It Was Mid-Day
It was mid-day when you went
away .
The sun was strong in the sky.
I had done my work and sat alone
on my balcony when you went away.
Fitful gusts came winnowing
through the smells of may distant
fields.
The doves cooed tireless in the shade,
and a bee strayed in my room hum-
ming the news of many distant fields.
The village slept in the noonday
heat. The road lay deserted.
In sudden fits the rustling of the
leaves rose and died.
I gazed at the sky and wove in the
blue the letters of a name I had known,
while the village slept in the noonday
heat.
I had forgotten to braid my hair.
The languid breeze played with it upon
my cheek.
The river ran unruffled under the
shady bank.
The lazy white clouds did not move.
I had forgotten to braid my hair.
It was mid-day when you went
away.
The dust of the road was hot and
the fields panting.
The doves cooed among the dense
leaves.
I was alone in my balcony when you
went away.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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(Love Poem) Bitter Sweet Rose
Bitter sweet rose will you be mine?
Or am I wasting my time?
Bitter sweet rose you smell divine.
Do you have a succulent kiss?
Is it something I've already missed?
Bitter sweet rose what gives?
Is it how we must live?
Bitter sweet rose will you answer my questions?
Are you devote?
Do you stray when your bored?
Will you doubt?
Is what you want something more?
Bitter sweet rose are you keeping score?
Will you try something new?
Will you lock your door?
Do your lips taste like dew?
Bitter sweet rose do you want to go?
Do you love the snow?
Is this right?
Is this what you want tonight?
Bitter sweet rose, oh my bitter rose.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Homage
today i pay homage
to the turtle and for those like it
are too slow
for almost anything
its inability to cope up with the
arrogant and speedy rabbit
the subject of
too much mockery
in that snail-paced history
today i pay homage
to persistence and flexibility
to patience and stoicism
to faith that grows steadily within the hearts of every man
that respect for every block of brick
that makes the long winding gate of protection
that composes the great wall
of the house
for every step
that does the ways of master builder
though small and slow
yet still sure
today i pay homage for all the other
slow processes
of solitude
those quiet manners of the
grass and the leaves
the tender climb of the tendrils on the trellis of the fence
the steady flourishing of the
petals on the sepals of the
morning flower
today i pay homage to
those tiny green turtles anchored
quietly
beside the gleaming stone of the ancient pond
of our civilization
those sleepy eyes under the moon
full of wisdom
showered by the rain and sunshine of the ages
not rushing for anything
they are all here
undisturbed and thriving still
not hurting anyone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cotton Fields
When i was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had to walk a long long way to town
Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on
Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions
I gonna want to be right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When i got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you
A summer's day out in california
It's gonna be those cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
Give me them cotton fields
(it was back in louisiana)
Let me hear it for the cotton fields
(just about a mile from texarkana)
You know that there's just no place like home
Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home
You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how i grown
In them old cotton fields back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Rose Petals
Rose petals are so soft to touch,
rose petalsfragrance is so divine to smell,
rose petals are like lovely lips which smile,
rose petals are given to lady love,
rose petals are spread on bed of newly bride,
rose petals are life of butterflies,
rose petals are used for beauty baths,
rpse petals are offered on the lotus feet of god,
rose petals are placed on grave of dear ones,
rose petals are offered in river ganga for departed soul,
rose petals are showered on newly weds,
rose petals are decorated on festive days,
roses are given as a promise for everlasting love.
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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For Veronica, Instead
For centuries, poets have been getting it wrong.
They bring 'one perfect rose' to show their love
to their lovers, but now I think
they were mistaken.
I saw a rose today growing
behind the fence of someone's backyard.
The bloom was yellow edged with red
with the obligatory dew glistening on the petals,
the bud pouting open high in the green bush,
so I bent the branch down to me.
There I was on the sidewalk, the flower fresh in my hand
but forgive me.
I couldn't bring myself to snap the stem of the rose
so you could watch petals dropp for days
in the slow dying
displayed in a jar on the kitchen table.
Love is nothing like a dead rose anyway.
The florist will never tape this poem to his cash register
to sell flowers now,
since I left the rose among green leaves.
Instead, I bring you these words,
alive,
just like the rose.
poem by Eric Paul Shaffer
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Do I Ever Cross Your Mind
Oh, sometimes I go walking through fields where we walked
Long ago in the sweet used to be
And the flowers still grow, but they don't smell as sweet
As they did when you picked them for me
And when I think of you and the love we once knew
How I wish we could go back in time
Do you ever think back on old memories like that
Or do I ever cross your mind
Oh, how often I wish that again I could kiss
Your sweet lips like I did long ago
And how often I long for those two loving arms
That once held me so gentle and close
And when I think of you and the love we once knew
How I wish we could go back in time
Do you ever recall these old memories at all
Or do I ever cross your mind
When old memories appear my eyes wont stay clear
When I think of those happier times
Do you ever recall these old memories at all
Or do I ever cross your mind
Do you ever think back on old memories like that
Or do I ever cross your mind
song performed by by Randy Travis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Kiss Everything
Kiss for God..
Kiss to the world.
Kiss for empty space.
Kiss for the planets.
Kiss for the stars.
Kiss to the sun.
Kiss to the moon.
Kiss to the sky.
Kiss for fruits.
Kiss to the clouds.
Kiss to the mountain.
Kiss to the grounds.
Kiss to the lakes.
Kiss to the warm dew.
Kiss for trees.
Kiss to the rivers.
Kiss to the fields.
Kiss kiss for flowers.
Kiss grasslands.
Kiss the contains of the world to give peaces.
Kiss for dogs.
Kiss for cats.
Kiss for mouses.
Kiss for crocodiles.
Kiss for fish.
Kiss for turtles.
Kiss for penguins.
Kiss for snakes.
Kiss for bears.
Kiss for tigers.
Kiss for lions.
Kiss for rhinoceros.
Kiss for butterflies.
Kiss for rabbits.
kiss them and give them life.
Not enough only the kiss to say how amazing my nature.
Love them couse them was our life.
An Amber Autumn
Beneath the leaves
Of an amber autumn
I hide myself, deep away
At the foot of the trees
Colors above
That sway in the soft breeze
But I can see only one
The branch of the turtle dove
This cool autumn
Has taken away love
And has thrown it from the trees
It rests at the bottom
So far from here
Over the fields of cotton
The small white turtle doves fly
A journey lasting years
A time has passed
I can think without tears
Back to the amber autumn
That now rests in the past
poem by David DeAngelo
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Moonlit Melody.
The night wind carries from afar
The soft sweet strains of a guitar.
Although the tune’s familiar
I cannot bring its name to mind
The soft notes carried on the breeze
recall forgotten memories
Gently reminding me.
That fate was not always kind.
I’ve had my share of happiness
I’ve known both failure and success.
They seem to balance more or less
So I am blessed with peace of mind
I sit and listen quietly
the distant music soothing me
into a state of reverie.
In which I find I am resigned
To being old and on my own
a feeling which has slowly grown
Since my love died. left me alone
She had to go left me behind.
I know I will rejoin her soon
beyond the mountains of the moon.
When death grants me the final boon.
I’m certain that I shall not mind
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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High Cotton
High cotton
Written by roger murrah and scott anders
We didnt know that times were lean
Round our house the grass was green
It didnt seem like things were all that bad
I bet we walked a thousand miles
Chopin cotton and pushin plows
And learnin how to give it all we had.
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in daddys eyes
And felt - the love in mamas hands
They kept us warm and kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now lookin back, I understand.
Chorus:
We were walkin in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
When sunday mornings rolled around
We dressed up in hand-me downs
Just in time, together with the church
Sometimes I think how long its been
And how it impressed me then
It was the only day my daddy wouldnt work.
Chorus x2
We were walkin in high cotton.
song performed by by Alabama
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All You Need
One sweet kiss that still does linger
on your lips, touched by a finger
is all you need to picture the face
of a lover that will linger.
One tender embrace you still can feel
on your body your arms entwine
is all you need to remember the one
that is your valentine.
One gentle smile you can picture still
in your mind or reverie
is all you need to recall the thrill
your lover gave to thee.
One soft touch that is felt by you
whenever you're alone
is all you need to keep you alive
'Til your lover comes back home.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sweet Memories Of My Childhood Days
Sweet memories of my past
Like sweet gentle breeze upon the mast
Sweet ceaseless flow of the running stream
Sweet castles in my boyhood dream
Sweet tales of ages and places
Sweet memories of names and faces
Sweet whispering voices before dawn
Sweet ecstacies that linger on
Sweet glory of hard time overcome
Sweet hopeful days to come
Sweet cherished secret untold
Sweet tasted love of old
Sweet me, in most sweetest ways
Sweet undying memories of my childhood days! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Cotton Fields
Chorus1:
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
Chorus2:
It was down in louisiana,
Just about a mile from texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus3:
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You cant pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus2
Chorus1
Chorus2
Chorus3
Chorus2
Chorus1
Chorus2
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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My emerald dreams
The rain falling down for whispering my silence
That silence breaking my emerald dreams.
And those clearview shields with rising bubbles and flutes of renaissance
The rain falling down onto our round stones, keeping our kisses,
Coming down onto petals....
Those petals more than yellow sun...
Those petals of the sweet lemon flower,
Blooming as doves that fly in clouds...
And those birds searching their freedom in the unlimited horizon...
Your eyes water, thinking of me
Allowing the door to be left open
While allowing viewing through the window from the inside....
Feeling the sun growing cooler,
Understanding your passion of flame.....
Trying to milk it - drink from it-deeply
Trying to feel its flow
Between your lips and my hair...
Moving the middle to the top,
self- fashioning moving to the bottom as well...
Feeling the blazing hot sun
And the light
As it waits within
And at the end the avid breath
Draining this light inside each other
Like the moon shining inside of the sun....
Hands passing of time
With your smile...
With dedication...
Is It Poetry? Yes, it is......
poem by Marieta Maglas
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