The shyness of magnolia winderbottoms
Magnolia is too shy to come out of the house today,
Some say she's too lazy
And her windows are dirty and hazy
Some say she never got over her Agraphobia
Magnolia, is too shy to come out of the house today
But some say it is because she feels the cold
Some whisper, and say 'she swears alot! '
Some say magnolia prefers to be alone
Magnolia is too shy to come out of the house today
Some say it is because she hates her name
And the name callers on the corner of her street
Won't leave her alone
There are many reasons [possible] why magnolia
Won' t come out of the house today
1 She is dead
2 She is lazy
3 She is bored
4 She is tired
5 She went out yesterday
6 She still hasn't got over her agraphobia
7 She doesn't want to go out!
8 She is uncertain what to wear
9 She can't decide where to go
10 She has lost her memory
11 She is still in BED
12 She is ruminating [ this takes a long time! ]
13 In separate rooms
Magnolia is too shy to go out of the house today
But someone was spotted yesterday in the supermarket
Bearing a striking resemblance to Magnolia Winder bottoms
She wore a large orange overcoat and liked to be
called 'Sandra'
Magnolia was not available for comment
But the man who came to the door
Bore a striking resemblance to sandra
He called himself Albert Pike shaft
[A distant cousin of Mags/ Sandra? ]
'No comment'! he said
yvette m smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Temple Magnolia(Magnolia doltsopa)
Banana Shrub(Magnolia figo)
Magnolia(Southern magnolia, Magnolia grandiflora)
Egg Magnolia(Magnolia liliifera)
Lily Magnolia(Magnolia lilliflora)
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Disparity is not His intention
For creation all beauty adorned
Painting different here and there
Passion for His colourful creation
So is Magnolia big and florescent
Champak white and yellow hale here
Cream and pink there purplish pale
Leaves large elliptic, oblong, obovate
Born are big in blossoms dignified
For His praises glorious colourful
Born are dwarf fragrant strong high
For His praises vast wide in demand
So not atall disparity His intention
Even Temple Magnolia can ascertain
On par all Himalayan with the southern
Magnolias pretty beauty for His creation
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Magnolia Tree
I want to take pictures
of this magnolia tree
and I am standing
here and there
near and far
from this magnolia tree.
This magnolia tree
is perfect
but the rotten house beside
and the electric wires above...
oh,
I don't want them
in the picture.
This magnolia tree
it's deep purple color
oh, so deep
that I can feel the drowning
of my whole being
into it.
I want to take pictures
of this magnolia tree
and I am now spending an hour
figuring out how
without the wires
and the rotten house.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Magnolia
From a table across the room
She was signaling me with her eyes
I walked over to be introduced
I said hello, she just smiled
And said I know a place not too far from here
We cou ld get away for awhile
Yeah, thats when she kissed me and told me her name
I never did tell her mine
Magnolia
I remember the smell of the wind through the suite
Magnolia
And I know that shes out there somewhere in the world
Shes forgotten me but I remember her
Magnolia
Well her lips were as warm
As that wet southern night
Her eyes were as black as the sky
And I wondered aloud
Just what I done right
As I lay there with her by my side
T hen she took hold of my hand
As she looked up at me
And said now I must tell you good-bye
And there in the moonlight
As I watched her leave
I felt a chill down inside
Magnolia
I remember the smell of the wind through the s uite
Magnolia
And I know that shes out there somewhere in the world
Shes forgotten me but I remember her
Magnolia
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Magnolia Simms
By michael nesmith
Love to me is blue-eyed and blonde.
Oh, thats sweet magnolia.
Apple pie on the window still warm.
Thats my sweet magnolia
Walking under a sky thats so blue
After rain has fallen.
When shes walking so close by my side
My troubles seem to just run and hide.
[la-dee, da-dum, etc.]
Well, walking under a sky thats so blue
After rain has fallen.
When shes walking so close by my side
My troubles seem to just run and hide.
Magnolia simms is my little doll.
I cant live without her.
For if she goes my world will just fall.
Stay with me, magnolia.
[sound of record skipping]
Stay with me, magnolia.
song performed by by Monkees
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Two Houses
Yesterday's house,
where I used to live
was warm
with brick, and mellow wood.
Sounds bounced
softly
back and forth,
to blend with living words.
Yesterday's house
does not remember me.
Today's house
is cold and bleak
with steel,
and pitted stone.
Sounds clash,
as havoc reigns...
with reason
lost to madness.
Yesterday's house
is masked by time,
and clockwork hands
that can't turn back.
My body lives in today's house -
my eyes weep today's tears -
but my heart
is safe in yesterday's house
where the mortgage
is always paid.
poem by Robert Reldan
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Basho's tablet
finds magnolia saplings
worldwide prayer
haiku by Hidenori Hiruta
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The Pan Of Sorrows
I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.
Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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Come Death
Clear sky and sweet breeze
Children's laughter and magnolia blossoms
Come, death, come quickly.
poem by Francis Santaquilani
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What Comes Next Is Yours To Imagine
a pot of flowering
magnolia
beside a window
below it
a man walks
innocently
i who sees what happens
next
closes my eyes
in utter
invocation of what must
be
only a simplicity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Repeat
a pot of flowering
magnolia
beside a window
below it
a man walks
innocently
i who sees what happens
next
closes my eyes
in utter
invocation of what must
be
only a simplicity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today is better than Yesterday
Yesterday
Yesterday, I was running with to feet
Yesterday, I was playing with kids
Yesterday, I was kicking the ball
Yesterday, I had it all, all was mine.
Yesterday, I was growing well,
Yesterday, I had it all undercover
Yesterday was my day
Yesterday, my days were
Yesterday, I had a lover, ‘true lover’
Yesterday, promises were made
Yesterday, promises were not kept
Yesterday, I was happy.
Yesterday, I gave him everything
Yesterday, I sacrificed everything
Yesterday, I was a fool
Yesterday, I was dying
Today
Today, I am lying in bed
Today, I am watching hopeless kids
Today, I can hardly move
Today, everything is falling
Today, I am dying in bed
Today, it is all wrong
Today, is not my day
Today, my days are not
Today, I have no one
Today, promises are broken
Today, promises are not
Today, I have no hope
Today, I long for myself
Today, I cry over spilled milk
Today, I am wise
Today, I live
Whatever happened yesterday is not
Whatever was, is not
Whatever was broken can be fixed
Whatever wound are, can be healed
Just need the Perfect Healer
Jesus I know you are! ! !
poem by Sbonelo C Ngcobo
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My Night Starts With A Dinner
with you
night starts with a dinner
candle lit
accented by magnolia
at the center
of the table
face to face
we explore
the universe
inside our eyes
i whisper and you
do not answer
your lips pout
on the secret that
i have just
revealed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meeting Lao Tzu At The Foot Of Zhingzang Zou: I Am Placing The Letter T In Hen, Sorry.
i bow before him
as i will be leaving
and this he said to
me, famous Lao tzu
'be Content with what you have;
rejoice in the way things are.
for then you realize
there is nothing lacking,
the whole world
belongs to you'
i was so guilty
for i still dream of
butterflies and
vanilla flavored
magnolia
ice cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meeting Lao Tzu At The Foot Of Zhingzang Zou
i bow before him
as i will be leaving
and this he said to
me, famous Lao tzu
'be Content with what you have;
rejoice in the way things are.
for hen you realize
there is nothing lacking,
the whole world
belongs to you'
i was so guilty
for i still dream of
butterflies and
vanilla flavored
magnolia
ice cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alankar (Decor) -32
Chase (Rondeau Redoubled)
I won't let you go out o' little mouse
Shall see to it once and all for today
You run run-I run run-round round the house
But I win, you're caught and lost just today
Here I keep the trap to trap and dismay
Sugared magic sure you're fooled o'poor mouse
Cunning you think? brainy you think? ..today
I won't let you go out o' little mouse
Fought, caught, taught to rot petty petty mouse
Bitter squeaks, what a pest, what a hell, hey
Snouty mouse, messy beast, out from this house
Shall see to it once and all for today
May foe feline be fed on you today
Be hooked and thrown-that I shall venge you mouse
Ha, ha, ha then shall all end just today
You run run-I run run-round round the house
No reason, no season, no taste o' mouse
krrkk, krrkk-nibbling all things, all time whole day
Like thief hide and steal you do in my house
But I win, you're caught and lost just today
Here is the trap for your best goal today
Slip in soundless for the 'masaal' o'mouse
I'm sure you will tempted fall but at bay
Thrown awed by foe feline outside the house
I won't let you
poem by Indira Renganathan
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After A Long Long Time
you come back
your hair has grown long
my flower
where have you been all these
days
when i am so thirsty
for love?
i long for you
your scent of magnolia
and roses
how crazy have i become
in this longing
my bed is soft
the wind from the sea is refreshing
i am hot and
ready for your love
kiss me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Depression
Yesterday I made you upset
Today I feel so ungrateful
Tomorrow I'll say I'm sorry
Yesterday I was alone
Today I analyse why
Tomorrow I'll try and forget
Yesterday I said nasty things
Today I cant remember a word
Tomorrow I'll make it up to you
Yesterday I had no energy
Today I'm told I'm lazy
Tomorrow I need to search for motivation
Yesterday I said goodbye
Today I walked out of your life
Tomorrow I'll just have happy memories
poem by Heather Clark
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Love Dies In Spring
Love dies in spring and mounts to
heaven,
By a perfumed stair,
Attended by magnolia blooms
Still and white as prayer.
The bells of other worlds than this
Intone the midnight hour,
And they that dance the Mardi Gras
See a drooping flower.
poem by Elizabeth N. Barr
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A House called Lonely (A Trilogy in three parts)
There is a street in every town that owns a house
called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might
just say, 'if only.
If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it does'nt cure
a lonely house and all its faults.
Boarded up windows and tiles gone from the roof, graffiti
painted by a rebelious youth.
Such a lonely house and an oh such a tired one,
one that has lost all it's fun.
Stairs and rafters all gone to pot all that is left
is wood worm and dry rot.
No children playing in the garden, it's just a house condemend
by the council without no pardon. Poor lonely house someones
forgotton dream, now describing lifes social scene.
This lonely house stands in the way because their building
a By Pass or a new motorway.
The house called lonely could be any where, in the town, the
country or city square.
Even in your street there's a house called lonely just waiting
for you to say 'if only'
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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That Morning Years Ago
the chickens just jumped
from the branches
where at night they are
birds
the white magnolia just
bloomed
such a nice scent spread
in the air
the bamboo leaves start
to dance with the
wind from the hills
the sun is about to shine
we are two bodies
making the river sing
on the crystal waters.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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