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Love is more by nature than by merit.

A creeper is very much attached to the tree that it climbs on till it lasts or the tree lasts, not by the merit of the tree
but by the nature of creeper’s fragility.
Any tree in its place makes no difference.
A loving wife, widowed, can equally be a loving wife when remarried.
If you have a loving wife, more it is her nature.
She can love others too if replacement is made.
22.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When I was only three I planted a tree

When I was three I planted a tree. This was my tree and together we would always be. I gave it love and it to me, and so we were happy, me and my tree.
Then one day they came to see me and my tree. Men with no faces, and they said to me, you must go, and leave this tree.
Buy why I ask. For we've done no harm. Me and my tree, please let us be.
So they left us alone, me and my tree, but only for a while but I could not see.
Then one day they came and took me away. My tree was needed to save the day. Goods it will make it makes perfect sense. So we will take this tree, for wood we need. And so it was done, they took my tree.
And now I look around, my tree I no longer see. Taken from, this tree I planted when I was three.

poem by Brad Milner
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Beauty By The Tree

It is you beneath the tree…
A wonder of wonders to behold…
A queen of nature's perfection…

Ebony layers starting up a re-action…
Yet the tree shades you well…
My heart swells with anticipation…

What a beauty you are by far…
I am swallowed up by your beauty…
Nature maketh no mistakes…

You and a tree by the lake…
Both wonders of the same creator…
God…God's love for beauty…

As God paused while creating you…
Then added your wisdom…
My, my…what a woman you are…

And the tree just adds to your beauty…
As nature adds to the beauty of this land…
As the rain gives the tree life…

Your heart grows and grows…
You, you wonderful you…
Make you some day a wonderful wife…

Of man's pit falls and strife…
For you my granddaughter I pray …
That you be honored like the tree always…

A creation of creations…a woman of women…
Awe! …a word for you…and your beauty…
Granddad

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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The Loving Tree

Three women walked upon a road,
And the first said airily,
“Of all the trees in all the world
Which is the loving tree?”

The second said, “My eyes have seen
No tree that is not fair;
But the Orange tree is the sweetest tree,
The loving blood is there.”

And the third said, “In the green time
I knew a loving tree
That gave a drink of the blood-red milk,
It was the Mulberry.”

Then the first one said, “Of all the trees
No sweetest can I name;
Ask her who yonder slowly comes—
That woman lean and lame.”

Grief like a hideous suckling hung
Along her hollow breast,
Pain was upon her as she walked,
And as she stooped to rest.

“Why will you question so?” she said,
“Is it to mock at me?
For how should I, who walk in Hell,
Know of a loving tree?

“My eyes are not as woman's eyes,
They hope not east or west:
Dull Famine my bed-mate is,
And Loneliness my guest.

“ 'Tis not the most delicious flower
That leaves the scent of Spring,
Nor is it yet the brightest bird
That loads his heart to sing.

“A tree may dance in the white weather
Or dream in a blue gown,
A tree may sing as a sweetheart
To bid the stars come down:

“Some trees are slim and lovable
And some are sleek and strong,
But the tree that has the cripple's heart
Will know the cripple's song.

“The sweetest death is the red death
That comes up nakedly,
And the tree that has the foiled heart
It is the loving tree.

“While ever lip shall seek for lip,
While ever light shall fall,
The tree that has the ruined heart
Is tenderest of all.

“Oh, ye may have your men to kiss,
And children warm to hold,
But the heart that had the hottest love
Was never yet consoled.”

The women three walked on their way,
Their shamed eyes could see
How well the tree with the foiled heart
Is still the loving tree.

poem by John Shaw Neilson
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Twice around the Willow Tree

Twice around the willow tree
that is where you'll find me
A kiss in dark and a knife in light
My hate by day and love by night
Something sweet, something hidden
Something good but forbidden

Twice back around the tree
I hate you and you hate me
That is what all must think
Blind to our loving link
Endure the pain is what we do
You love me and I you

Twice around the willow tree
Where no one will ever see
that roses bloom and doves fly
beneath other's watchful eye
With this mask dawned on my face
I await your loving embrace

poem by Svanhildur Njálsdóttir
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ZOO love

Dog to dog
love...
cat rto cat
love...
fish to fish
love...
tree to tree
love...
but
man to man
did not love;
making money
was missing love! !
so
man to man
Loving dog
loving cat
loving trees....

That is man and
mens zoo 's love
Each for every
day...

poem by Poet Selvakumar
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The Vision the Tree that was Me

I saw a tree so tall and straight
It almost reached to the heavenly gate
I was very close to that tall tree
I became the tree, and the tree became me A fire was burning all around
It burned the roots that were attached to the ground
The fire did not burn the heart of the tree;
As I was the tree and the tree was me. God saved the tree that was me,
God looks upon the heart you see
He saw a sinful heart set free
Sins all buried on the cross of calvary God took the tree that was me,
And planted it by crystal sea
I am the tree, and the tree of life is in me
I, and the tree are one you see, Would you like to be our neighbor?
A tree planted by the waters.
Come to the cross dear sisters and brothers
Jesus will meet you; and we will meet each other.

poem by Pearline Wagner
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The yellow must remind of its green

Listless and leafless stands the tree outside;
It is an autumn.
Listless and graceless sleeps my wife;
She is in her autumn.
I see the apples yielded by the tree;
They are red and fresh.
I see the daughters delivered by her;
They are lash and fresh.
The tree doesn’t look barren.
So is my wife to me.
Her green shades from her yellow.
23.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tree's Love

Tree's are

Loving

The rain....

Rain all

Most come

Again and again come's

For sea dipression

People are shouted

The rain...

'what is this rain...? ! '

Are some thing....

But...

Green full tree's

Take bath and refresh

Dance with air...

Drops are rain

Little little bit

Nicely kiss too kiss

The tree's body's

And leave's enjoy...!

With rain drops kissess...

Enjoy the tree's too love

Rain is the life of tree's

Tree' s is the life of rain...!

So...

Love the tree's for rain...? ! ? ? ! ! !

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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It's My Honour

Loving you is my honour
Loving you is my thrill
Loving me is not easy
And can take all your will

Loving you is pleasure
Loving you is pain
When you take your love from me
It makes me go insane

You're the object of my desire
The essence of my heart
I'm alive when we're together
I die when we're apart

You give me such fulfilment
You fill my heart with life
For I'm honoured to be your husband
And I'm honoured you're my wife

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Tree in a Field

There once was a tree,
A tree alone in a field.
And as that tree grew
It got bigger than all 'round.
And people would often stop
Just to look at that tree,
That tree in a field.
Till one day one person,
Went and cut down that tree,
That tree in a field.
And you know what?
That tree learned one thing
Don't stand too tall too fast,
Or someone just might
Cut you down.

poem by Matthew Tener Wade
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Reservation For One

This is my tree, my tree, my tree,
My one lone tree, pear tree,
It grows, overflows, it grows it’s fruit,
Alone, only for me.

If I could go to a far-away place,
With just me and my tree, pear tree,
I’d pack my bags, my bags I’d pack,
I’d pick up my bags and flee.

There’s nothing at all, no nothing,
At all, that films me more with glee,
Than those globes, those globes,
Of precious fruit in my tree, pear tree.

I sit beneath, beneath I sit,
Its laden canopy, I polish it’s leafs then,
Set a table of fruits,
Of wine, and bread and brie.

This tree, my tree, could feed the world,
Find me a wife and camaraderie,
It’s powers, it’s powers are vast but I
Can’t pass on its secret sadly.

I’d tell the world, the world I’d tell,
If they weren’t all so hungry, you see.
But my fruit, my fruits, my laboured.
Fruits, I grew only for me, for me,
No none are as hungry as me.

poem by Suzanne Louise Bishop
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Christmas past

We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me

So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see

Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound

Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning

The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away

With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I

Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree

My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree

poem by Michael Gelb
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Under The Laburnum Tree

(A simple tale)

Under the Laburnum tree
She saw his gentle face
Under the Laburnum tree
She knew their first embrace

Under the Laburnum tree
She gave to him her love
Under the Laburnum tree
Beneath the stars above

Under the Laburnum tree
He left her there to cry
Under the Laburnum tree
That`s where she chose to die

(Under the Laburnum tree
Were scattered all its seeds
Under the Laburnum tree
Amongst the growing weeds)

Under the Laburnum tree
The moon was shining bright
Under the Laburnum tree
Her silv`ry soul took flight

Under the Laburnum tree
At last she was set free
Under the Laburnum tree
She found eternity

poem by Valerie Dohren
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Bullfinches Of This Are One Good Example

Not all of Nature's creatures are unfaithful to their partners that is a fact and facts do never lie
The male bullfinch I will use as one example he stays with his female till he or she does die
In the bullfinches unfaithfulness unheard of they stay together till death do them part
It can be said of them that they are loyal that he and she does have a loving heart,
The male bullfinch is not the finest songster but for beauty few with him can hope to compare
But bullfinches like most other wildborn creatures across their range 'tis said becoming rare
The female bullfinch is not short of beauty though her partner prettier to look at than she
In all Seasons you will see them together they seem to like each others company,
At a young age I fell in love with Nature and learning from her I do still enjoy
The male bullfich in Spring sang on the birch tree by my old home when I was a young boy,
I recall the local orchardists did not like them as they ate the fruit tree buds in the Springtime
But man made laws are different to Nature's in Nature there is neither sin nor crime,
Those who say Nature's creatures to each other cannot be faithful are
those who surely seem to have it wrong
Bullfinches of this are one good example the bond of love between them ever strong.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Strange Tree

There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
And this strange tree could not agree,
That if this tree could ever see,
A stranger tree it sure would be.

There’s a strange tree which topples me,
For this strange tree was tall, you see,
And then this tree would use its knee,
To break in three, the clouds who flee.

There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
The northern tree, its branches free,
The southern tree, no limb to see,
For this strange tree, was strange, you see?

There’s a strange tree which I can see,
And this strange tree (against my plea)
Was sent to sea, its roots now free,
And now this tree… A ship is he.

End.

poem by Daegal
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Tree please forgive me

Oh tree, oh tree
Please forgive me

Oh tree, oh tree
I hope you smile at me

Oh tree, oh tree
I will try to save you

Oh tree, oh tree
Become my friend because I am all alone here

poem by Lovely Girl
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(That's What You Get) For Lovin' Me

That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now don't you shed a tear for me
I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I've had a hundred just like you
But don't be blue I'll have a thousand before I'm through
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now there you go, you're cryin' again
You should have known how things would end
But then some day when your poor heart is on the mend
I just might pass this way again
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Knowing Of A Tree

It is a good thing indeed
When someone plants a seed
And to watch and help it grow
So someday, it to be a tree.
It is a good thing in truth
When a tree brings forth its fruit
Or to shade someone's head
Or its branch be a robins nest.
It is good when a tree is used
By nature, or by me or you
To protect or shelter lives
For a tree; it never dies.
A tree is someone's home
A tree is someone's good book
A tree is never alone,
For to know a tree, all you do; is look.
It is good to plant a tree
It is good to plant a seed
For someday it will be grown
And a tree, will be known.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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For Lovin' Me

(words & music by gordon lightfoot)
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now don't you shed a tear for me
I ain't the love you thought i'd be
I've had a hundred just like you
But don't be blue i'll have a thousand before i'm through
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now there you go, you're cryin' again
You should have known how things would end
But then some day when your poor heart is on the mend
I just might pass this way again
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me