Gifts should be kept safely...
Someone in the family got a puppy as a gift,
For the celebration of the father's day, the best,
It was entrusted with me for its upkeep,
Though upset, remembered the fable,
Once grandfather told, when young,
Walked on the sand that was new,
feeling of running river water, tickle,
Looked at the sky that was fresh and blue,
Trekking in the forest for the waterfalls,
Listening to the singing birds and insects,
Running after butterflies with laughter,
Swimming in the sea before sunset,
Loitering aimlessly in the paddy fields
Scared of coconuts that were dropped,
Bouquet of flowers that we smelled,
Everything was new, when we have, at first,
Everything Mother Nature has, is new to a child,
Such gift of nature was given as a present,
To our generation to enjoy and upkeep,
Take care of the gift to pass on to,
Many generations that will arrive.
I take that puppy in my hands and
hope to have the great grand puppies, vigilant.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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She Is A Wonder Gift Of Nature
She is a wonder gift of nature
She is my idol girl
She has inner beauty
She has a clear heart
She is a wonder gift of nature
Her smile is like a Lilli in a bloom
Her glowing face is like a fresh flower
Her eyes have an attraction
She is a wonder gift of nature
I blush when I look at her
Her lips wording are like sweet cord
Her hug is only a relaxing moment in my life
Yeah she is really a wonder gift of nature
poem by Fatima Obaid
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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A Man Who Knows Much About Nature
He has not been to college or uni and for so called success in life he does not have much to show
But about flora and fauna and Nature there is so much he seems to know
He knows all of the trees in the Parkland by the bark or the leaves that they wear
A man who knows much about Nature and for the health of Nature he care.
A man who knows much about nature by their songs the birds he recognize
He like the quiet place in the country far removed from human made noise
In the shadow of a tree by the river the sun shining bright in the sky
Listening to birds singing around him such moments of peace he enjoy.
He like places without man's buildings away from the noise of the street
A quiet place in Nature's own kingdom where the creek and the river meet
Where lark he is soaring and singing as upward and upwards he fly
He has been a student of Nature ever since he was a young school going boy.
A man who knows much about Nature and to Nature he remains true
And Nature needs all of her good friends for Nature's good friends are too few
The weekend finds him in a quiet place on a sunny day sitting by a tree
Near where the creek flows into the river the river that flows to the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Life Of The Leaf
Colouring the seasons up and down,
and all around with green, red and brown,
on the end of the fingers of trees,
we dance together in the breeze,
going to and fro, always in a flap and a flutter,
whilst on the ground we block the gutter,
back to the soil which gave us birth,
decomposing upon nature’s earth.
During the seasons of summer and spring,
we suckle upon the light the sun does bring,
giving our grand mother tree,
some of Mother Nature’s energy,
absorbing her warm and loving kiss,
whilst giving you oxygen from photosynthesis,
for you see the air that you breathe,
is our gift to you, which you gladly receive.
Once we’ve died and settled upon the grass,
where the wind did come to pass,
you show us great respect,
by bending knee in genuflect,
with a broom or rake in hand,
you return us to the soil and sand,
so once again we can feed,
our mother tree, so she can seed,
and give birth to the next generation,
of leaves, who then dance in life’s celebration.
poem by Dale Mullock
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Running Free
The fountain had a slow stream that was running free,
water sparkled as it flowed into the palm of the hand.
A father of time, sat reading an almanac at the table,
as the hour glass slowly dropped grains of white sand.
The old porch swing, swung back and forth in the breeze,
pushing care free in the spring air, in one of the four winds.
The sign was an article of faith that expresses God’s work,
the art was a symbol of the past, reflecting now and then.
In the distance was a whisper, then a whistle of a loud
sound of the freight train, running on the train tracks.
Lost in his thoughts, running in the fields, little by little,
losing his location, leaving behind a reality of his facts.
Reverberating through the hollow and the river bend,
what direction the sound may go, only nature will hear.
The heart seems to be running back to the country and
was set free, whose name it was calling, seemed so near.
poem by Johanna Fields
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Puppy In A Cup
Have a cup of puppy,
Puppy in a cup.
Brown and slightly sugary,
Puppy in a cup.
Warm, soft and cuddly,
Puppy in a cup.
Don't drink the puppy, silly,
Just pick the puppy up!
The Great Valuable Gift On Christmas Day
“Wow! It’s Christmas, happiness coming
Now for the gift welcoming loving
Then to the church to bow before God
And to the market to buy me a gift
I have the fifty cents all for myself”
Fanny jumped happily, she ran out to shop.
Dancing and skipping she went on her way
Across holy Churches,
Across lit up houses
Across snow laden parks and snowy canals
Gardening, sweating
She had made her money.
“I want a present,
A present I want,
I had a hard time to earn these
Christmas is the best time to forget it all”
She cried out with joy,
To the man in the shop
Beautiful pastries and plum cakes a fresh
Packed up in boxes
She left from the shop
But lo! At the end of the street, she did see
A young dainty lady, holding her child
Sobbing away at the plight so sad
Tired she looked, unhappy too
For her baby was sick and hungry too
Fanny stood still and thought for a while
Then the gift to the child, she smilingly gave
The two of them,
Very grateful now, went on their way to their cold little home
Blessed is the child,
Who gift from the heart
Rest she will ever in the arm of her Lord.
December 2007
(I wrote this for the Christmas celebration December 2007 in my school. And I presented it there)
© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish, Kerala, India
poem by Aiswarya T. Anish
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The Grandad
I look over to my son laughing playing not a care,
Comes running when hurt or scared
running to me
But as time goes by I start to notice
His son running laughing not a care
Comes running to his dad my son when hurt or scared
into those same arms which were once wrapped around my legs
with full might which gave the feeling of father
Young working respected
But when i see that young boy i feel...
old useless the grandad
THE GRANDAD
poem by Donal Moran
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For To See One More Spring
How marvellous to live for to see one more Spring
To feel the sun's warmth and to hear the birds sing
The sweet scents of Nature of pollen and hay
That wafts in the breeze of a beautiful day.
In search of water surface insects young ducklings are out
With their mums in the Townpark lake quietly swimming about
And the pipe of the shrike thrush is so pleasant to hear
In Nature Spring is such a nice time of year.
Were I a poet of such beauty I would write
A poem others would happily read and recite
Of Spring in her glory when flowers are in bloom
And the gardens are scenting of Nature's perfume.
Into the last month of Spring and young birds learning how to fly
And butterflies dancing in the sunny sky
I hear the familiar voice of the pee wee
And wild birds are whistling on bush and on tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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God's Gift - Nature...........
When the beautiful morning comes
The rays of rising sun kiss her
When the garden of nature open its heart
The garden of flowers hugs her to welcome
When the trees dance to tune of wind
The birds singing to the nature's choir
When the gentleness of nature is filled pleasure
Then the earth get wet with weather
When the nature forgets its vastness
Then the God shows her how big her place on earth
Let us thank God for his creation and given us
eyes to see lovely gift - Nature
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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A Baby Small
Sweet dreams do come true
If you believe in them too
For God knows how to bestow
One by one his blessings in row
Oh yes I'm talking about
That gift of bliss is no doubt
World's most wonderful God's gift
That gives life a brighter lift
And that gift is certainly rare
That needs lot of love and care
That brings laughter and fun to all
And that's the gift of a baby small
For when God sends baby on earth
With it also comes joy and mirth
And lots of warmth, laughter and smiles
Are also spread far away miles.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The Greatest Gift
When Christmas shopping is done,
wrapped gifts lie ‘neith a tree
sparkling bright with tinsel and light
for everyone to see.
Each gift has been selected
with thoughtfulness and care.
Toys and such will mean so much
like all the gifts we bear.
But let us keep within our heart
the much greater gift than these.
One from above, with God's great love
should bring us to our knees.
A gift of birth to all on Earth.
A gift that's far from small.
To everyone, He gave His Son…
The greatest gift of all.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Were I Born With
Were I born with the gift of poesy I'd write of the beauty I see
The unrivalled beauty of Nature that is everywhere around me
I'd pen my songs to Mother Nature I've loved her since I was a boy
From her people are always learning and lessons from her I enjoy,
I belong to the Goddess of Nature and she is the one I adore
Each day my love for her grows greater I love her now as never before
I feel humans belong to Nature and to her we'll return one day
In the coolness of her dark earthy bosom our remains are destined to lay
So many have great love for Nature and they love her far more than I
They fight to save her trees from deevelopers and they will fight for her until the day that they die
To them she is the one true Goddess yet people like her Seasons come and go
But she is the one who lives forever and her rivers to her oceans flow
were I born with the gift of poesy of Nature I surely would write
her sights and sounds and the scents of her perfume to the senses a source of delight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Understand
She believed she was a gift to the world,
a gift from God, therefore others should
provide while she made the plans, dreamt
the dreams, cherished visions
She believed she was a holy person, a martyr
for God’s work, all money was hers to dispense
as she pleased, she dreamt for everyone in the
family but they had to provide for themselves
Possessions left in her care were quickly given to
the poor, munificent care for criminal welfare, taking
everything family earned to spend in lavish gestures
of charity, never telling who the donors has been
Using her mother’s pension and her husband’s income
under her own name, neither told her children who they
should thank for food on the table, nor told her daughter
her father provided the money mother gave so graciously
There are no mysteries, when I look at what is happening,
I understand…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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As Santa Claus receives my gift
every child's dream is to receive, a gift from Santa Claus,
no matter what gift, as long its from the Santa of christmas
time
it's always a dream of every Mommy's and Daddy's at this
season, that in every wishes they hope may come true, the
lola's and lolo's comes and find meaning seeing their
wonderful grand-sons and grand-daughters, showered with
gifts of candies, beautiful dresses, chocolates and etc.
its Santa's Day, and its my happy day, i waited so long that
special day will come, and i'm so delighted of giving by gift
to the one that brings every hearts into a very special moment
of each families
as i wrapped, my gift, my heart ask, whether this simple
token i give, be accepted to his heart, folded it with golden
blue color and a lace with red that makes my gift to
special to see
exactly 12: 00 o'clock, midnight the Santa Claus i always idolized,
and dream off, have just come down from his sleigh, immediately
i meet him, and he knows me, he calls my name 'tony'. i smiled
and told him, that i'm very, very happy, at the same time giving
my gift to him, my Santa Claus replied, thank you
as he opened the gift, he notice, that my eyes look at him, with
a smiling face, just i want to emote myself, i know i can control
my emotion at that time, a little silent left on my lips, as he laugh
at me, hoh..hoh...hoh...you wrote me a letter?
My Santa Claus, pose in a second as he read the dedication
on the top of the gift, a simple inquiry and a little question,
why, until....' TODAY '.... you are alone...and nobody dare
to follow your footsteps......
..... this very moment my gift is not yet open.... please open it...
poem by Antonio Liao
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God's Gift To Man
God's gift to man
is sunshine bright.
God's gift to man
is dark of night.
God's gift to all
are leaves that fall.
God's gift to all
are trees so tall.
Observe all this
and rightly know
that even in the flakes of snow
through all these things
God's breath does blow.
Breathe in His breath
that comes to you
and feel the tingle
of nature's view.
His gifts are yours
to always keep.
They allow you rest
and peaceful sleep.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Adage 5
'Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.'
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
we are here
we do not worry
for everything is give
a tray of fruits
a bouquet of flowers
a cool river
a wide blue sea
white clear skies
sun
there is joy in merely looking
not even comprehending
what they are
their reasons
our reasons
we are the gifts
they are the gifts
we are this feasts
this dance
and celebrations
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sharing The Ultimate Gift
I want to share a special gift with you that God has given to me,
This gift like most others that you will receive is absolutely free.
However unlike other gifts that you may have received in the past,
This special gift and this one alone through all eternity will last.
Although you can't see this gift, it's the greatest you can receive,
This gift is not in a box, but in the heart of all those who believe.
And even though this gift is one of a kind and very special indeed,
You'll surely want to give this gift away as soon as it is received.
Don't be concerned about giving away something you didn't use,
For God said “Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news.”
This gift will surprise you on the day you decide to give it away,
You won't feel any loss at all with more to give the following day.
My friend you will be Eternally Grateful when you finally choose,
To truly embrace but give away this gift that you can never lose.
By now you know this gift is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord,
And your faithful sharing of this gift, by Him, will not be ignored.
For our Great Blessed Hope, who through the ages many have adored,
At His return will bring to all His faithful, an Everlasting Reward.
So the next gift you receive and think you'll treasure forevermore,
Remember that the only truly lasting gift is Jesus Christ The Lord.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
Eighth Air Force
If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a can
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving
Whistles O Paradiso!--shall I say that man
Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?
The other murderers troop in yawning;
Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one
Lies counting missions, lies there sweating
Till even his heart beats: One; One; One.
O murderers! . . . Still, this is how it's done:
This is a war . . . But since these play, before they die,
Like puppies with their puppy; since, a man,
I did as these have done, but did not die--
I will content the people as I can
And give up these to them: Behold the man!
I have suffered, in a dream, because of him,
Many things; for this last saviour, man,
I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying?
Men wash their hands, in blood, as best they can:
I find no fault in this just man.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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