Hybrid/Fertile?
Very few snaps I take of you.
Enough! Each of its negatives
Gives me repeated positives,
Each copy a new lease to enthuse.
Very dwarf talks I hear of you.
Enough! Each of them is recorded
To replay as many times as desired,
Each note a new tone to tune.
Very little I won your presence.
Enough! Each vision is videoed,
To generate pleasant waves at will,
Each view a new pulse to thrill.
A few seeds, million flowers!
You must be a hybrid seed
In me, a fertile ground for the lush growth.
05.04.99, Plakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Try 2 (Plus & Minus)
Implant a positive thought
dive, worth a shot, try
way of the will
a will, a way, sacrifice, endure pain
if to gain, heartaches rivers
through the storm to obtain
experience, knowledge
mistakes, lessons
steps back, steps forward
listen, observe
follow, lead
knowledge is the key
the mind is the door way
to know, to learn, one must try
open the mind
allow more then positives to sink in
life's lessons derive
from hardships and mistakes
welcome the negatives
collect lessons, discard the rest
negatives lie dormant in positives
positives lie dormant in negatives
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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The Lord's Harvest of Plenty
What a truly awesome thought indeed,
That throughout your day you live among seed.
Not the seeds that one would find in the ground,
These are not seen, but in the heart they are found.
These seeds are planted by the children of God,
As they simply follow the path The Savior has trod.
Your life as a Christian is not merely good deeds,
As your faithful witness could plant one of these seeds.
Or your life may be busy with a seed you don't know,
And your faithful witness is helping that little seed grow.
Planting and watering, as a Christian, is all we afford,
While all of the growth of that seed comes from the Lord.
After a little growth it is no longer a seed,
But a new vibrant Christian prepared for a deed.
The deed that has been prepared, I'm sure that you know,
Is to plant some new seed and to help water and help grow.
Once they have grown, they are cut with God's sickle of love,
And taken by The Lord to their Father's Home up above.
Whether the numbers are few or they are many,
You can be part of The Lord's Harvest of Plenty.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
Without You From The Beginning
something was nice without you
the one for whom my love professed
the emptiness is the fertile ground
of growth for all those seeds
of poetry....
the time has come to detest your
presence and given the choice
by the gods
poetry or your love and your
face to kiss
i have chosen the beauty of words
the life of my emotions
the conversations with time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You speak into it and everything is recorded, voice, tone, intonation, everything. You turn a little wheel, and forth it comes, and can be repeated ten thousand times. Only fancy what this suggests.
quote by Henry Irving
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ferdie
blood was the rain
that made the ground of your dreams
fertile,
death was the plow that furrowed
a vision
of us here who simply watched
as you pass us by
there was something that bloomed
like the flower
under the shadow of the sun
the silence says you left
nothing
everything about you has become
unrecognizable,
there were traces but only for a while
the sea washed what footstep was
there
you left seeds, still alive, the birds of prey
black as their hearts are
took them all away
one seed grows
tall and mighty
now it is asking me what you were
what has become of you
a name that they all barely remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Seeds A Star/tree Medley
Were a people black as is your night
Born to spread ammas eternal light
Which since time began
Has been to bring truth to every man
Our ancestors have since long ago
Passed their wisdom down so we to know
For here lies the key
That will help unfold the mistery
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
In myself I do contain
The elements of sun and rain
First a seed with roots that swell
I gradually burst through my shell
Pushing down into the ground
The root of me is homeward bound
A trunk, a leaf and there I am
A miracle of least by far
Tree - you are the longest living one we know
The largest of all plants and still you grow
Tree - within your branches theres such history
So much of what were searching for to know
Every fifty years we celebrate
Po tolo, our star, as it rotates
Though infinitely small
It is still the heaviest of them all
(background)
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
(background-simultaneous)
Ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
And some believe antennas are their leaves
That spans beyond our galaxy
Theyve been, they are and probably will be
Who are the mediocrity
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I think you need a really strong businessperson running the state, a person who's used to turning negatives into positives, which is what happens in business.
Off The Ground
There must have been a lot of heartache
For you to sink so low.
You must have had a ton of pressure.
Only answer if the answers no.
I need loving, you need loving too.
Doesnt take a lot to get off the ground.
There must have been a lot of magic
When the world was born.
Let me be the one you wish for,
One you call for, when youre all alone.
I need loving, you need loving too.
Wouldnt take a lot to get off the ground.
Off the ground, off the ground.
Fly around, fly around.
Hear the sound, hear the sound.
Off the ground, off the ground.
Though it takes a lot of power
To make a bog tree grow.
It doesnt need a pot of knowledge.
For a seed knows what a seed must know.
You need loving, I need loving too.
Doesnt take a lot to get off the ground.
Off the ground, off the ground.
Fly around, fly around.
Hear the sounnd, hear the sound.
Off the ground, off the ground.
Hear the sound, hear the sound.
Off the groound, off the ground.
Yeah yeah, off the ground.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The fertility
Skin, royalty and wealth might be with
birth.
Grace, civility and art comes with
growth.
Without the latter the former will wilt
Like hybrid seeds that grow on barren land.
26.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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With You
Being with you changed my life
Negatives became positives
And pain became love
Ive never been this happy before
With you here i never have the chance
To feel saddness and pain
Your always by my side
Through the worse times
As well as the best
I couldnt have become who i am
Without you in my life
you define who i am in every way
I found who i am because of you
With you ive found the joy in life
Theres nothing more i need
Because everything i need is already her
All because im with you
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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GINGER SNAPS...by talile ali
ONE OF THE STRANGEST TRUTHS, I GUESS
I ALWAYS KNOW GIRLS THAT I WANT TO UNDRESS
IT SEEMS KINDA STRANGE, BUT WHAT CAN I SAY
IF THEY LIKE GINGER SNAP'S, I KNOW THAT I'LL GET MY WAY
CHORUS
GINGER SNAPS
GINGER SNAPS
I AM SUCH A FAN OF THOSE GINGER SNAPS
GINGER SNAPS
GINGER SNAPS
SEND ME THE WOMEN I NEED
I SAID IT WAS STRANGE, BUT I'M NOT MAKING IT UP
IF THEY LIKE GINGER SNAPS, I'LL BE EATIN THEM UP
MAYBE IT'S JUST MY THINKIN, BUT I CAN SAY I FEEL
THE SIMPLE FACT TO ME STEPS INTO THE SURREAL
CHORUS
GINGER SNAPS
GINGER SNAPS
I AM SUCH A FAN OF THOSE GINGER SNAPS
GINGER SNAPS
GINGER SNAPS
SEND ME THE WOMEN I NEED
poem by Talile Ali
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A Bored Apple Seed............[Humor, i hope]
While sitting in our screen house I spit out one apple seed.
You'd think it would be grateful since from my mouth it had been freed.
But no, you ungrateful seed. Instead you turned and looked at me,
a frown upon your face, indeed!
You landed upon a white-painted floor plank, a few feet from the ground.
From there you saw trees and grass and bushes all around.
Perhaps you wished you had feet so you could find a spot, to sprout your stuff
instead of sitting idle, a seed without a pot.
[Or maybe you spied my bird feeders, stocked with sunflower and nyjer seed.
To them the titmice and chickadees, and goldfinches come to feed.
Could you possibly wish, if you could not sprout, to be eaten by a bird,
and vanish until the bird poops you out? ]
Where you landed it does not get wet, so you cannot reach the soil.
You look now so unhappy; I think your apple anger is about to boil.
I suppose the least I could do is give you a big kick, and knock
you off the flooring, onto fertile ground to grow into a stick.
[But I DIDN'T and now another week's gone by.]
I'm back, my little apple seed, and as I settle into my chair,
I notice a marked change in your appearance that last week wasn't there.
You no longer frown nor even look at me, sadness and anger are no longer shown,
but instead you're just a bored apple seed, like many other seeds I have known.
(Nov.2012)
poem by Bri Edwards
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Love Sonnet 04: I Hear Violins, Playing In Your Voice
I hear violins, playing in your voice,
Each note lilting, sublime in every word,
Should other songs allure, you know my choice:
Your symphonies, which I might not afford;
I feel freest when confined in your arms,
The world departs the moment that you come,
My chains break loose, as I'm bound to your charms,
Pain haunts no more, for now I feel so numb;
But can I know, since when I'd been this way?
Did clocks behave, as if you were not near?
How many heartbeats constitute a day?
Your pulse, I've felt, though no chimes I could hear;
.......The hours went by, and so did times with you,
.......Our memories I'll keep, to hide from view.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Generator
We generate heat
We generate emotion
We generate a feeling
That is better left here
Than a memory on a wall
I'd rather cry than forget you
We generate pain
We generate suspicion
We generate a rumour that's sick
But a rumour that is probably true
I'd rather die than forget you
(i won't let my dreams slip away from me)
I'm talking sex motion
I'm talking 'bout fashion
I'm talking 'bout skin games
I'm talking 'bout secrets
(and i won't let my heart run away with me)
I'm talking temptation
I'm talking 'bout memories
I'm talking 'bout feelings
I'm talking 'bout emotion
We generate lies
We generate pictures
We generate a video film
That i couldn't let my best friend see
I'd rather lose than forgive you
We generate shame
We generate secrets
We generate a reason for living
And we generate a reason for not
I'd rather hurt than forget you
I can't believe that i'm here
I can't believe what i've seen
I can't believe what i'm doing to you
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Fertile Ground
Some lives fall on fertile ground
and grow and grow and grow.
Some lives fall on stony ground
and fail to grow at all.
We are like the seeds of flowers
we need a base to grow,
to spread our roots
and watch our seedlings grow.
11 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Between You and Me: VI
You did
What you thought
Was right
I did
What I thought
Was right
Just as two negatives
Make a positive
Won't two positives
Make a negative?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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IF you remember every word in this book, your memory will have recorded about two million pieces of information: the order in your brain will have increased by about two million units. However, while you have been reading the book, you will have converted at least a thousand calories of ordered energy, in the form of food, into disordered energy, in the form of heat that you lose to the air around you by convection and sweat. This will increase the disorder of the universe by about twenty million million million million units - or about ten million million million times the increase in order in your brain - and that's if you remember everything in this book.
Stephen Hawking in A Brief History of Time
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You Must Dropp The Seed
i am the field, plowed fertile field
near the river
some dogs are buried within me
some snakes live here
i know their wishes and desire
somehow i wait for you as the rain
and you as the sower
of the seeds
pour some sweat of your brow
and let your arms swing
let the seeds
fall
that is all i want
that is all that i am waiting for
just dropp the seed
and i will let them grow
then you can leave
i will take care of the snakes
and i will always remember all the dogs sleeping here
now you must leave
the seeds shall grow spontaneously as i watch the seasons change
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seeds
in the fertile fields of our beings
tiny seeds are sown
and they always grow
and become flowers
they also exude scent
and display bright colors
to the sun
and they wilt before
we know it
simply because we are too busy
we could have given
these seeds enough time
to see how they become
themselves
so beautifully that we could
have adored them
even in a single moment
a very brief moment
yet we didn't and now we are sad
in this regret
this reminiscing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As God Gave Freely
As God gave freely unto me
gifts of compassion love patience time
so I also give freely unto you
in the fertile landscapes of harvest mind
have I not prepared fields broken ground
have I not sown in full measure love seed
will you now take ownership of these fields?
will you water fertilize tender growth shoots?
will you weed harvest all life love gift fields?
for 18 months more have I alone toiled prepared?
are not these fields without cost to you purchased?
did I not give sacred work all my time livelihood?
will you choose to help harvest these compassion seeds?
will you let peace love flower with purity in your minds?
will you turn swords into plough shears till peace fields?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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