A Grasshopper Must Jump
offer young grasshopper
tiny roots of wisdom
to perceive her reality
grasshopper wants desires
to jump ever more boldly
from grass blade to blade
see how high I can jump
see how far I can jump
screams young grasshopper
grasshopper wants praise
grasshopper wants esteem
grasshopper wants no advice
grasshopper hears with legs
so jump blindly grasshopper
learn own leap life lessons
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Learn Own Leap Life Lessons
grasshopper hears with legs
so jump blindly grasshopper
learn own leap life lessons
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mishap
Twinkling stars belong to the mysterious sky
and a grasshopper cannot fly so high.
Star cries for the misfit
and the grasshopper collects the dew drops
along the lawn in the mist.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The grasshopper is dear to the grasshopper, the ant loves the ant.
The Grasshopper
Grasshopper
grasshopper
all day long
we hear your scraping
summer song
like
rusty
fiddles
in
the
grass
as through
the meadow
path
we pass
such funny legs
such funny feet
and how we wonder
what you eat
maybe a single blink of dew
sipped from a clover leaf would do
then high in air
once more you spring
to fall in grass again
and sing.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Hop Through Life
The wind blew it there!
But hope to the end and,
Hop through life like the grasshopper.
Quizzical,
Quisling,
Jones, bones, stones, cones, tones, pones, hones, zones, ones, phones;
But, hop through life like the grasshopper.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Please do not cut the green grass!
I am the grass; I cover all.
-Carl Sandburg
'They cut the grass their children to run
And where do I play with my little ones? '
The old Grasshopper Father cries.
'Please do not cut the grass
As your children have enough parks to run,
It's a sin that Lawnmower cuts not only the grass?
Thin necks of our whole nation too! '
The old Grasshopper Mother shouts.
*To brother Premji Premji in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Joy jumps heart to heart
Joy jumps heart to heart
From heart to heart
like a grasshopper.
But all I need do is but hover
over zenith green-tips of dew.
All I need do' is but dance
above His skies grey purlieu
to feel His rainbows lance
and not feel blue.
All I need do' is but touch wings
with His mirror-ball awnings
His unworldly, light!
'Then learn heaven is truly Bright.
All I need learn is to be still…
Like a grasshopper
He can but net at will…
Clasp in His palms prayer…
Our sinful souls free of sin forever.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The poetry of the earth is never dead
True that the poetry of the earth is never dead
The grasshopper and the cricket testify that
But another great war will take place
It will a nuclear one I am sure
That will be the end of grasshopper and cricket
That will be the end of the poetry of earth
Presently with another great war
our dear earth will turn into a piece of charcoal in a moment
to dissolve in the space
Thank you Herr Einstein
Thank you Oppenheimer
Thank you Gamow
Thanks to the disinterested curiosity of science
To me the meanest flower that blows
tells me what man has made of the earth
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
poem by John Keats
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Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's -- he takes the lead
In summer luxury, -- he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
poem by John Keats
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Golden Boys And Golden Girls
Golden boys and golden girls,
The patience of the grasshopper is about to write;
For your love is needed than your lust,
But, you still want to go round about in the carpel tunnel!
You have to eat up your words for sustenance,
And you have to drink up my inspirations with my imaginations for life!
Because, you have to push a little further to stay on top;
And like your bed-time stories in the land of your muse,
But, this muse of love that titillates you is about to swing you up high to another level!
Relieve yourselves and stay a little longer with the nuse of the grasshopper,
For the days ahead of you are full of evil! !
And like your works of lust than love as seen around in this town;
Because, your bed-time stories are now being read by all of us!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The grasshopper flies about, but the kingfisher watches him.
One can't give a grasshopper to a child if one has not caught it yet.
The grasshopper which is always near its mother eats the best food.
It is thrifty to prepare today for the wants of tomorrow.
Aesop in The Ant and the Grasshopper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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With The Trees And Vines
with the trees
surrounding the death
of a grasshopper
and the sorrow
lessen
with the grass and
vines and the breeze
grief shortens
its stay
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A grasshopper that sleeps about will be soon awake in a lizard's mouth.